Diana came from Munich, or at least that’s where she’d been studying, mostly trademark and patents, privacy, and technology–typical lawyer stuff, especially around academia. She was in the US for an LLM.
We connected online, and on a cold evening in November 2015 went to meet at a local bar. Rolling in early, I saw from a distance a blonde woman dashing from door to door checking addresses. Of course, I thought, the German was even more than 15 minutes early. Before I could even get close or open my mouth, she saw me and called out “are you [pergesed]”?
For someone 26, she had an unusual look. Braided long blond hair was down to her waist, blue eyes with sharp features but too-big glasses that made her look nerdy, and rail thin. The dress what maybe I’d now call cottage core, though at the time I thought she looked like she’d dressed for another century. Later I learned she’d made it herself.
We headed into the bar. She needed no drinks to get voluble, talking all about the law, her academic interests, and sometimes let me get a word in. I didn’t mind the high energy level at all–she was engaged and clearly ready. I walked her out and back to my place after our second drink.
We had some desultory conversation before I leaned over to kiss her. I remember her lips were still cold from our walk. I was in a mood to just have what I wanted, so I had my hand on her throat to move her as I wanted against the wall, and she was clearly excited. Her clothes came off and I had a slow look. I loved her small tight breasts with pale pink nipples. She kept her glasses on the entire time, even when completely naked. First, I thought it was odd but then I enjoyed it more and more.
I pushed her down onto my bed and mounted her with little ceremony. She writhed. Performative or not, it made me even harder. I went rough, and despite how thin she was and a bit of vocalizing, she took it well. After awhile we took a break. I was unusually tired, and she jumped at the chance to ride me. I could sort of relax, sometimes with my eyes closed, sometimes open, and let her do the work. She was generally hilarious. She’d been vocal before, but now she decided to lecture me about my own penis. She said and then repeated and repeated, sometimes immediately and sometimes circling back after awhile, that my cock was big but only *moderately* larger than average, not extremely so. I had to laugh at her insistences.
The best part though was watching, especially when she switched between regular and reverse cowgirl. In the former position I would squeeze her nipples hard and watch her clench and shudder in a vertical motion when she would come down and grind with me inside her. In reverse, she’d glance over her shoulder and ride with unpredictable rhythm but also punctuated by more gentle shudders slightly side to side. I came inside her and we slept. She was headed home for Thanksgiving break, but I decided I would see her again if it came up.
The following spring, I ran across her once more. She spoke at the law school’s Class Day, as part of a lineup that included Sarah Jessica Parker. The paper quoted Diana urging classmates to “look forward and backward,” “always looking for what comes next.” Of course I fondly remembered her turning her head both ways, and the way her body shuddered.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/n4j91p/my_bavarian_bang_german_lawyer_f_does_reverse