Another adventure from the land of AdultFriendFinder. I had met two people successfully at this point — oddly, both of them in movie theater parking lots. Only one of them had a story worth talking about. Actually, I’ll recap it here briefly. She was really pretty and incredibly sexy, but a liar for sure. She sent very old photos of herself (from when she was 23) and lied about her age (said she was 23, when she was 35) and we didn’t have anywhere to go. We made out for a while in the parking lot at the movies, but then got stopped by mall security and asked to leave. She invited me to meet her a few times later on, but I refused based on the nature of the situation. I like older women, I don’t like being lied to.
Anyway, this was the third person I met and it was a lot of fun. She had really sexy photos on her profile and a killer body. She was a former stripper and was now in graduate school, before she eventually went off in pursuit of a Phd. in something; psychology I think. I had seen her online a few times and tried to message her in the chat unsuccessfully. I’m sure she was popular based on her profile thoroughness, photos, and generally seeming like she was not a bot.
Finally, I caught her attention and we struck up a conversation. She was really smart and I think she appreciated my ‘wordiness’ and ability to maintain a conversation that wasn’t strictly about sex. I don’t know how long the back and forth lasted before we decided to meet up, but I think it was that night. She told me she was on AFF that night because her kids were staying somewhere else and she was home alone, bored, and horny. It was late, probably 11 pm, but she gave me her address and I drove over to her house — it was probably 15 minutes from me, maybe 20. She was pretty and fit. Blonde hair, blue eyes, a lot of confidence. Her house was in the middle-of-nowhere and it was nice and quiet; easy to hear the crickets chirping outside and the wind blowing against the house.
We didn’t talk much, after I walked in and got my bearings she simply strutted up to me and kissed me in an incredibly sexy way. She had thin lips, but a dutiful tongue and she was an expert at battling with my mouth. I got very hard, very fast, and she told me that she was glad I came over. She took off her top and slid out of her skirt while I watched. She didn’t wear a bra and was only wearing a tiny little thong which left little to the imagination. She walked me back to her bedroom where I stripped down while she watched. As new parts of me were exposed she would remark on something and say a kind comment every time. “What a great chest. I love your arms. Oh I like your legs, so muscular. Mmm, that’s a nice cock, do you like blowjobs?”
We got into the bed and touched each other everywhere. She was a mom of two, but her body had no signs of it. Her pussy was spectacular. My mouth had been watering to taste it since the first pictures I saw of it online. She was completely shaved, smooth, small labia, and a thick clitoral hood. I told her that I wanted to go down on her and she said that I didn’t have to if I didn’t want to.
“Why not, you don’t like it?” I asked; slightly upset at the prospect of not being able to indulge in my fetish.
“No, it’s not that, I just don’t have orgasms.”
“What do you mean?” I couldn’t fathom what she was talking about.
“I’ve never had an orgasm. Ever.”
“Really? Not even by yourself?”
She explained that she had never cum, not once in her life. I caressed her body while we talked. I was fascinated by her circumstance and trying to wrap my head around it. I had been learning about myself that a lot of my own personal sexual gratification was derived from making women cum. For her to be unable to do so was a concern. She went on about how she had tried everything, which is what got her into stripping initially and eventually led her to AFF. She had a constant desire, but never any release.
I told her that I wanted to go down on her anyway; that it was the thing I loved to do the most. She agreed and I started at the basics and worked my way forward. I pulled out every single trick I knew and continued ever forward until she finally came on my tongue and fingers. I was overjoyed and so was she. I was confident in my oral skills, but that moment solidified for me that this was what I was meant to do. Eat as much pussy as possible and give away as many orgasms as I could.
She went down on me for a while and I told her that I, too, had difficulty cumming from oral. She wanted to give me the same experience I had given her, but I told her I would rather just be inside her. She was all too eager to let me in and we started one of the most incredible nights of sex of my life. From midnight to sunrise we fucked over and over again. She came for me twice more, which led me to believe that perhaps she had made up the whole ‘I can’t cum’ thing for my benefit. She was adamant that it was genuine and that these were the first in her life.
In the morning I had somewhere to be, so I got up — with the two hours of rest I had secured — and went to meet a friend. We tried to meet up a few times after that, but never succeeded. She was only willing to invite me over if her kids weren’t there, and shortly after this I moved out of town and into the city. A few months after that she moved half-way across the country to pursue her doctoral degree and that was that. A really fun encounter that was truly a one night stand.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/mm466i/i_met_a_former_stripper_online_and_had_an_amazing