Making up for lost time [MF]

This happened a couple years ago, but with Miss Rona at large, I’ve been reminiscing.

To give you some context, I was a late bloomer. I didn’t start having sex until 24 (like Tina Fey lol), but once I started, I figured I should make up for lost time. At the time of this story, I was 26. I’m pretty petite – 5’2, about 115 lbs, have curly black hair, and I tend to dress pretty conservatively.

Back to the story…

I swiped right on Bumble, and that’s where it begins. He was cute – 29, 6’1, in great shape, salt/pepper hair and beard (my weakness), and he could hold a conversation. We did the whole first date thing. We met at a bar, chatted, had too much to drink, kissed while swiveling around on those barstools, went to a show, made out like teenagers to too-loud electronic music, went back to his place so I could “get a glass of water” (lol), and ended up having sex 5 times that night / morning.

But this is about our third “date.” It was a Saturday night, and I headed over to his place. I walked up the stairs, hugged him, and we made some small talk with his roommate before dragging each other to his bedroom.

After slamming the door shut, we were immediately on each other, making out like we couldn’t get enough (we couldn’t). He pushed me onto his bed, kissing my lips and sponging kisses down my neck, while sliding one hand deep into my panties and fingering my pussy. Fuck, I miss sex.

Within minutes, our clothes were flying off. His shirt, my jeans, his boxers canoodling with my panties on the floor, while we did much of the same on his bed.

While making out, I ran my fingers down his body until I was jerking him off and feeling him grow hard in my hands. We broke our kiss for him to grab a condom, slide it on, and slide in. His cock felt so good. He fucked me in missionary, his strokes growing faster and faster. I moaned into his mouth, while rubbing circles on my clit, breaking away only to have him suck on my wet fingers.

Shifting positions, he had me lean over his bed, while he fucked me from behind. I felt his hands digging into my waist before they traveled upward to squeeze my tits. He pounded me so hard and was getting close, but I wasn’t about to let this end without riding his cock. I told him as much through moans and found myself on top of him within seconds, grinding on that dick, while he pumped in and out of my pussy. I leaned down so he could suck and bite my nipples, and soon, I heard him moaning into my ear that he was close, and he exploded into that condom.

After cleaning up, we cuddled, got high, held hands, and watched Blue Planet. Is there anything better?

We fell asleep, or I did, and it wasn’t long before I felt roaming hands find their way into my panties, fingers sliding into my pussy. Before I knew it, I was on my back, taking his cock like the secret slut I’ve always dreamt of becoming.

After having my world rocked, I fell asleep for real this time and woke up pretty early on Sunday morning. It was 8am, but his blackout curtains kept the room dark, and he was fast asleep. I was bored, and after failed attempts at trying to fall back to sleep, I started scrolling through my phone and decided to text another fwb of mine, one I just so happened to meet off of Reddit.

I told him I needed him and would be free to meet in a couple hours. He, like the chivalrous knight in shining armor he is, booked a hotel room for us. Guy #1 (wow, typing that out makes me feel slutty) finally woke up, we got dressed, and headed to his neighborhood cafe for breakfast. We ate, and when he asked me about my plans for the rest of the day, I kept it low key and told him I was thinking about hanging out with a friend. After finishing breakfast, we parted ways – he decided to stay and get some work done, and I called an Uber to meet my “friend.”

As I walked into the hotel, I felt the eyes of the ladies behind the desk boring holes into me. They totally knew I was here to get fucked, I thought. In reality (& hopefully), they likely thought I was a lost lamb. We’ll never know.

I got to the room, took a deep breath, and knocked. I’d met up with him once before, and it was some of the best sex of my life. Guy #2 is a hottie. He’s about 6’2, brunette, fit/toned/muscular/hot as hell, bearded (ugh), and has just enough confidence to be sexy while not being too cocky.

He let me in, I made some awkward nervous small talk because I am, well, still shy at heart, and then the clothes started coming off, for the second time in less than 24 hours. We got naked, while he sat in a blue armchair in a corner of the room, and I blew him. He gave me tips as I went – more spit, hands like this, deeper – and I loved every minute of it. We continued like that for about 20 minutes before he stood up and had me continue to suck him off. On my knees, I looked up at him with tears streaming down my face, and he told me to “suck your daddy’s cock.” Did I die? I died. In the best way.

After another maybe 10 minutes of that, he helped me up (what did I say about chivalrous?) and held me in front of a desk with a mirror, while he bent me over, hands on my waist, and took me from behind. I loved watching his facial expressions while he pounded into me, my tits swinging wildly.

We switched positions, and while making out, he pushed us down onto the bed before kissing and kicking his way down my body. He licked my neck, swirled his tongue around my nipples before lightly biting each of them, and licked down my stomach, until he reached my pussy, which he avoided – the tease. He kissed my inner thighs, breathing hard against my clot, and finally dove in. He licked a stripe up my pussy before tonguing circles around my clit. I was on fire. I love watching when someone is going down on me and propped myself up to watch this hot man eat his lunch. He did the ABCs on my clit, while my juices dripped down his chin. I grabbed his head and pulled him in closer until I couldn’t take it anymore and told him I needed his cock inside of me.

He crawled back up my body, lined his cock up with my opening, and pushed in. God fucking damn – his cock hit every spot. He started thrusting, all the while kissing me, and I could taste myself on his tongue.

His thrusts got faster, and he came (in the condom, might I add). We cuddled, he spooned me, then I laid on top of him, while he rubbed my back. We talked for a little while before I told him I had one more condom in my purse, and wouldn’t it be a shame to let it go to waste?

He slid that rubber on in record time, and spoon fucked me (my fave). So tender, so gentle, so natural. We switched things up then as he told me to get on my hands and knees and fucked me from behind – his balls slapping against my ass while I fingered myself. I felt my walls tighten up, and we came together.

After more cuddling, we donned our streetwear and parted ways. I headed home to get ready for the week after a weekend well-spent, embracing my inner secret slut.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/l0e2oj/making_up_for_lost_time_mf