I was on a temporary stint in Los Angeles (before I moved back permanently) and, well, as a man on his own I decided that I needed to make some friends on Tinder to pass the time. As is my way, I was pretty transparent about my situation, but I still found myself talking to a lot of people who swiped on my picture, and then, once I introduced myself, read my profile and checked out. Such are the hazards of unconventional life.
But I got one message that started with “Hey I read your profile, and I’m fine with your situation.” Well, that’s a good start. Katherine was about my age (43) with auburn hair and a brilliant smile, and body on the curvy side, but a very shapely curvy. Early in the chat I get one of my favorite questions: “How tall are you?”
“I’m 6’4.”
I wait for it.
“Oh good I can wear heels.” Bingo. We shift over to text swapping pictures and the chemistry is at a full boil. We set up a date for the next week…and then set up another one for tomorrow. Although we are both very clear that nothing is guaranteed, we are both optimistic.
We meet at a bar in West LA. I order vodka on the rocks and she orders a whiskey. (Vodka is often my first drink date of choice because it doesn’t leave a funk on your breath when you kiss.) Within thirty minutes I have a hand on her thigh. When I reach up to grab my drink, I brush her breast. Nobody’s backing down. I lay a kiss on her, and she tells me she doesn’t like public displays of affection, but she doesn’t mind the sneaky stuff.
Ten minutes later she asks if I’d like to go. Hell yes I’d like to go.
We walk to my car, and drive her to her apartment a short walk away. I get out and follow her in, and we walk to her bedroom. She puts her purse down and ties her hair up, then turns around and puts her hands behind my head and we start kissing again. The kisses are electric, we have just the right give-and-response to each other and the heat is rising. She stops and pulls her dress over her head. I answer by pulling my shirt over my head, and she steps up in her bra and panties to unbuckle my belt as she pushed me back to her bed. I stepped out of my shoes as I backed up and she pulled my pants down. I pushed my underwear down as well, taking my socks with it. (No falling into the sock gap for me!)
Katherine lowered her head to my waist and took me in her hand. I felt her mouth surround me, and my erection surge forth. She continued to move her mouth up and down, mixing licks and sucking motions, and throwing in eye contact. This wasn’t a blowjob – this was artistry. (We would talk about this later. I don’t want to say she did a “blowjob satisfaction survey,” but she was very serious about learning every last detail to make her work better, and it showed.) I settled in and let it unfold, until she sat up and took her bra and panties off. She crawled up and kissed me again, settling her weight above my erection. “Should I get a condom?” she asked.
“Fuck yes.”
She reached over me and pulled a condom out of the drawer and handed it to me while she fetched a few toys out as well. I busied myself putting it on. She then settled herself on, lowering her breast into my mouth. I’m not one to pass on a hint, and began licking her nipple. She pushed her breast further into my mouth and I began sucking on it. She started rocking back and forth with my cock inside her, moaning. All too fast, I suddenly felt the rush of orgasm hit me. There was no way it was even a minute. I cried out, deeply annoyed with myself. “It’s okay” she laughed, really unbothered.
But there is no way I’m going down that easy. I push her on her back, and roll on top, kissing my way down her body. In my bets competitive voice “you’re not the only one good with your mouth.” I start licking her clitoris, snaking my arms under her thighs to hold her breasts. She grabs my hands and starts squeezing them, showing me what she wants, and I happily give it to her. I don’t do any alphabet tricks or anything like that – I just focus on her and her responses. Very quickly I find just the right stroke and motion, and in a few minutes she tells me she is coming. I keep my motions consistent, relentless, riding her through it. As she starts to cool from the first orgasm, I take one hand from her breast and slip my finger inside her. Her moans go up an octave, and she starts tightening up for another orgasm shockingly fast. Once again her body tightens up and spasms. As she starts to cool down again, I slip a second finger inside, and the cycle goes again. After this orgasm, her skin damp with sweat. She taps my shoulder, and pulls me up.
“Whew.” She laughs. We take a moment and lie next to each other as I dispose of the condom. We talk for a bit, trading notes on the events that just passed, what worked, what we wanted more of. (This was where she asked a lot of questions about her blowjob style.) As we talk, she sees my erection coming back, and asks if we are ready to go again. I roll on top of her and we start making out again. She reaches down, stroking my erection. As we go like that, I ask her where to condoms are. She laughs again, “You aren’t just going to sneak in?”
“I think I’m going to want to fuck you again after tonight.” She smiles at that, reaches above her head and pulls the condom out. For round two, I’m able to acquit myself from my first performances, and we are able to play. After some time in missionary, I tell her to get on all fours, since most of my partners say that’s where i do my best work. She shifts down to the foot of bed, which confused me until I realized she had positioned herself in front of her mirror.
Yeah, we like each other’s style. I position myself behind her, and slide in. She moans out loud. “Fuck that IS good.” She flails an arm out and grabs her vibrator, and start pleasuring her clitoris with it as I rhythmically thrust. It’s not an act of savagery as much as figuring out exactly what is working for her and her toy, and her body is positively ringing with multiple orgasms. After a more respectable 15 minutes or so, I announce that I’m about to cum. “Yes do it!” She moans, her body almost drenched with sweat. I finish, my body absolutely buzzing with energy from the orgasm. We both skimp to the side as she turns her toy off.
“I lost track of how many orgasms I had,” she breathes, laughing.
“Well, I’m glad to hear that after my start.” She laughs again. We cuddle for a bit, before I remember that my poor dog is going to be desperate for a walk. We agree to keep the other date we planned…and make a few more.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/kzdew6/the_beginning_of_a_beneficial_friendship_mf
What do you think you do in doggy that makes it so good for your partners?
Next time you should consider getting an Uber/lyft to prevent getting a DUI.
Interesting. Did she not have that much experience with successful dates at that point? The heels suggest she’s probably dealt with a guy or so insecure about his height and the bj questions suggest she has reason to think she’s not that great.
Nice read – well written. Sounds like an ideal fwb. Cheers.
People?
Very well written, mature, and BELIEVABLE. This story is an asset to this sub. I love the confidence you both exude in the story, very hot!
Nice date! Wish you more of that! :)
Smh women can wear heels around short guys too. When I hear a woman say that she can’t, I can’t deal with her. She sounds weak to me
Liked the story. I like women who have confidence and know what they want. I find that energy very arousing.
Very well written story sir. Liked it. And I like the part of asking questions so you can improve. I do that sometimes but will do it more often. Good idea.