My [F] 3-day sex marathon with a hottie [M] from the land down under

I was visiting Washington DC and was originally supposed to stay with a childhood friend. However his girlfriend was not happy about that so I had to find a place to stay last minute. At the time I was very annoyed about this, but after the story I am about to tell you I should be thanking her.

I booked a hostel last minute and my flight arrived quite early in the day, so I had a few hours to kill before checking in. I decided that instead of staying at the airport that I’m going to make my way to the hostel to see if I could hang out at the lounge area and maybe catch some sleep while I wait for my check in time.

I arrive and I am dead tired so I curl up in a chaise (I’m 5’1” and quite slim and petite so I fit anywhere) and fall asleep.

Eventually I am woken up by someone talking on the phone. I look to my left and there’s a guy sitting there chatting away. I get annoyed and give him a few glowers hoping he gets the hint that I am annoyed. I also notice that all the other seating places are completely empty and wonder why the fuck he is sitting so damn close to me (it became clear in retrospect that he was trying to get my attention). Eventually I can’t sleep anymore from all his talking (thanks, guy) and I look at him and ask him if he can watch my backpack while I go use the restroom, he nods his head yes. I come back to my chaise and when I roll over and face away from him to go back to sleep he starts to speak to me. Being polite I oblige and began chatting with him. I then realized he had an Australian accent. I’m a sucker for accents. He told me he was from Brisbane. It was actually his last day at the hostel and he was checking into a hotel for the next three nights and then flying back home. We continued talking and once I got out of my sleepy stupor it hit me how attractive he was (tall, well built, blue eyes, dark hair) and how much we had in common.

We decided to meet up for dinner at an Ethiopian place near the hostel and then went to smoke hookah nearby and have some drinks. The level of lust we felt towards each other was palpable at this point and by the end of the night we could hardly keep our hands off each other. But I decided to not sleep with him that night to get to know him a bit more and to build the anticipation. He drops me off at the hostel and we say our good nights.

The next morning I wake up and I am so horny and wet. I spent the whole night thinking about having sex with him and I couldn’t wait to see him again. I message him that we should meet up later that day and he agrees. The minutes felt like hours while I waited to meet him. I was about to explode. He picks me up and we decide to go to his hotel. He had already prepared for the night. There was wine and he had stocked up on condoms just in case the night went in that direction.

We start drinking and chatting again and as the alcohol starts to kick in I start getting really horny again. I am sitting on an armchair while he’s sitting on the bed. I tell him “so when are you going to kiss me?” He quickly sets his drink down and comes over to me and starts to kiss me passionately. He goes to peel off my clothes but I slow him down. I tell him to go piece by piece. He throws me on the edge of the bed and removes my jeans. He then removes my panties and starts to eat me out while grabbing my tits. I am so turned on and soooo wet and he jokes that I’m a river down there.

I then start to peel his clothes. I see his naked muscular body for the first time and get a little nervous when it finally hits me that this guy is about to fuck me. And then he pulls down his underwear and I am pleasantly surprised when I see how big and thick his dick is.

I make him lie on his back while I straddle him on his stomach naked with my juices all over him. And I reach behind me and start to jerk him off with my dominant hand. Fast, powerful strokes. He starts going crazy, saying how he’s going to come. I then switch to my other hand, and stroke him with softer, slower motions, bringing him back from the brink of climax. Then I switch back to my other hand and stroke him hard and fast again getting him close to climax. I did this over and over again until he begs me to let him release. He’s yelling “Oh my God! Oh my God! Noeoeoe! I can’t take it anymore!”. I then get off him and start to suck his dick. He is rock hard and ready to explode. I tease his frenulum for a long time with my tongue. And then stop. Then on then off. Again torturing him with varying cadences with my tongue. He is once again losing his mind. Finally I get back on him again and slip him inside of me. We both let out a moan and I can feel him hot and hard inside of me. We didn’t even have time for condoms. It doesn’t take long for either of us to orgasm. We cuddle for about half and hour and we’re back in the saddle soon after.

We spent the last three days he had in the US having wild uninhibited sex. Whatever one wanted to do the other agreed to. It was somehow so easy to do since we both knew we would likely never see each other again and we had plenty of time to fulfill every fantasy. He loved eating me out and of course I didn’t mind. I loved being pinned down and him grabbing me by the neck and so did he. Anything we wanted to do, we did and it was so satisfying doing it with someone who was just as open and enthusiastic as the other.

We played little sex torture games with each other where we would build one to climax and then bring them down over and over again (he stole that idea from me).

Whenever he felt like fucking again, even if it was in the middle of the night he knew that all it took was slipping a finger inside me to get me going again. It’s the sweetest way to wake up.

I had never had so much sex so frequently, and so intensely as with him. When the three days were over we were exhausted and could barely walk. He told me he had never come so many times so often in his life and had never felt himself so hard as he had that weekend with me. I was of course flattered but knew that it could have been bs.

The day he was leaving he checked out of the hotel while I waited for him outside. When he came out of the hotel he grabbed me in a tight embrace and gave me a deep passionate kiss knowing we would likely never see each other again and parted ways.

We still stay in touch as pen pals but we’re just friends now. Once the lust had dissipated our relationship developed into an intellectual one. This was one of the most serendipitous events in my life and I’m so glad it happened. Most people go to DC to look at the White House and the Washington Monument. I ended up having the best sex of my life.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/o52oy7/my_f_3day_sex_marathon_with_a_hottie_m_from_the