One of my [M] best nights getting to do everything but penetrating a true gem of a girl [F].

Long time reader, first time writer. I love written word, so erotic stories can really get me off. Here’s one of my own from a few years ago that I think about often when I’m getting off, even though there wasn’t actual sex. I’ve been wanting to write it down forever.

Skip to the ——— line to go right for the physical part.

I live and work in a large music city as a bass player and when I’m not touring, I maintain a few weekly bar gigs. Really helps keep me good on discretionary funds. At this point, one was in a casual pub food spot in a new luxury hotel. That’s where I met Kristin.

I was about a year removed from my “starter marriage” at the time. It only lasted about 18 months. My ex just realized she really didn’t want to be married. It was rough, but I kept a good composure about it. When I’d started dating her, Tinder wasn’t really a thing. I’d always been in relationships or missing the person I’d previously dated. My casual romantic life wasn’t terrific. After my ex, I got on Tinder and Bumble and had some pretty fair success getting acclimated to the 3-4 dates, some sex, and realizing it wasn’t going to work out.

The gig was late shift on a Wednesday night so it could be pretty dead unless there was a convention in town. This night wasn’t bad, wasn’t great either. On our first break, we’d always go order food at the bar so we could eat before going back on stage. I slid in between the barstools right next to Kristin. I didn’t really notice her for real at the time, though. This is when she took notice of me, though.

During the second set, she wandered over to the stage and sat by herself at a table right in front of me. I can be a little oblivious, so I wasn’t instantly tipped off that she was into me. Between songs, though, she and I would have a little banter. Kristin was about 5’5”, somewhat curvy (just enough to dig your fingertips into with some passion), beautifully blonde, lovely blue eyes, a terrific smile that was sly and playful at the same time, and a terrific shapely ass. At one point I mentioned that I liked the (Catholic) medal she was wearing around her neck. At that point, I could instantly tell that Kristin got smitten. She was pretty shocked that I knew what it was and said something really flirty like “Oh wow, I think you were made for me!” From that moment on, it became a game of hoping she didn’t leave the bar before the gig was over. It’s hard to describe how often a promising thing fizzles out because they leave and don’t give you a number or anything.

On my second break, Kristin had gone back to the bar with her co-worker. I learned later that she was in town for a teachers conference. I could tell from the stage that some much older guy was going hard as a creeper. So when I got off stage, I walked over and talked to Kristin for a minute, and I slid my arm around her. She didn’t melt into me or anything, but she was receptive and also could tell I was trying to help her out.

Kristin managed to stay until after the gig. That shift ended at 1am, so there was still an hour and a half before last call in the city. I asked her if she’d like to go have a drink after I put my gear back in my car. We ended up at a bar where a band of my friends was playing. They’re great, so I was trying to keep up her impression of me by taking her to a place that would be cool. We sat and she put her hands on mine on the table and such. Nothing crazy, just sweet.

After all the bars closed, we walked back to where my car was. I offered to give her a ride back to her Airbnb, as surge pricing for Uber was ghastly. At this point, I had no intention or sure sign that this was going to get sexual. I was honestly just trying to be a nice guy. I know how much dudes can be scum, so I’ve given a good handful girls rides with absolutely no advances. She was mulling it over and wanted to talk for a while. So we sat, at my suggestion, across the street from my car, which happened to be a bench outside the police station. At this point, I learned that Kristin was really Catholic. She was waiting to have sex until marriage, and hadn’t given a blowjob yet, either. Obviously, she was trying to let me know that if I was looking for that, it wouldn’t happen. Oh well, she was a nice girl. I’d survive.

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When we pulled up on the street next to the house she had a room rented in, we sat there for a second and moved toward goodnights, but then we kissed. Instantly from that first kiss, it was like we flipped a switch and went into full on passion. I know a lot of guys are just looking to get to the deeper stuff, but I’m all in on all shades of physical intimacy. Kristin’s lips were so soft and sweet. I caught the faint smell of her hair and I was swimming in ecstasy for her already. I moved my mouth to the side of her neck and started to find the spots that would make her react. Her hand found the back of my head and was running her fingers through my hair, which is honestly one of my favorite feelings and can be utterly erotic. My hands gently, but with some intent, began to roam her body. She was making just enough sound for me to know that it was escalating.

I don’t quite recall how long we made out in the car before she started reaching for my pants. Keep in mind that at this point, everything happening was more than she’d led me to expect. It was all bonus. I work very hard with women I’m interested to let them know I’m not at all sleazy. Sometimes, to a fault, I need them to make a bold move to tell me we’re taking it further. Usually, once someone starts to rub my cock through my pants, I have a pretty clear idea. It wasn’t long at all before Kristin had undone my pants and had my bare erection in her hands. Just because she’d been hinting for a couple of hours that our night might not get exciting didn’t mean I wasn’t wanting her the entire time. So by now, I’d been throbbing with anticipation. She took the best strokes she could with her hand based on being in the front seat of my car with me kneeling on the drivers seat off to the side and over her.

Eventually, my left hand drifted to the intense heat coming from between her legs. I started to rub her clearly wet mound through her jeans. She let out a few of the tiniest whimpers and moans. I hope that she felt me get even harder right then. Aural sounds of a woman like that are my kryptonite. I worked Kristin’s jeans open and was about to slide the tips of my fingers into her underwear. In a quick moment that I recall happening as one fluid motion, she stopped to say “I’m not taken care of down there…”, which I was first taking to mean that it was her period (which wouldn’t have thrown me off anyway if she was into it). But really, she was trying to let me know that she wasn’t shaved or trimmed at all. This also wasn’t going to deter me. As my fingers brushed through her pubic hair, she said, in a tone that read as relieved and may have been like thinking out loud, “…oh, you don’t care.” But she stopped speaking abruptly as my middle finger slowly ran down and up her dripping slit and let out a deep, lustful moan. I had barely slid a finger into her before she asked if I wanted to come up.

We quietly went into the house and got up to the room she had. After she put her things down, we tangled back into each other before getting down onto the bed and stripping each other. She had these beautiful dark nipples on relatively small breasts for her curvy frame. After I’d been back to kissing her neck, I moved my mouth down to one of her nipples and got to making it nice and wet with my tongue. A favorite move of mine is to get one nipple very wet so that when I move to the other, I can work the first with my fingers and still have some slickness. Much like a clit, but I’ve got to supply my own wetness for the nipple. Kristin started to rub her knees together, so I knew that her swollen pussy needed some attention. With my mouth still on her tit, I slid my hand down and found the wetness I was beginning to explore back in the car. Here in the bed of her Airbnb, she was moaning at the edge of safety in my ear while I felt my way around. I hooked my hand so that I had two fingers in her and after beginning to pick up the pace, I began to work her clit in circles with my thumb. At one point, I recall her try to start stroking me but getting lost in the pleasure. Eventually, as she dug her fingers into my shoulder, I got her to climax for me for the first time.

After she took a breather while I planted soft, juicy kisses on her body, Kristin rolled me onto my back, sat up, and went to work on my cock with her hand. Her strokes started off slow, very deliberate. I don’t think she’d really taken in what I had to offer when she’d pulled it out back in the car. I’m just slightly above average. I’ve never measured, and when I was younger I was worried it was lacking, but I can tell from my escapades that it does a great job, especially in thickness. Combine that with a yearning to please, and my bed game is pretty good. Kristin’s strokes had just enough pressure, and she loved rolling her thumb on the head. Then, in another moment that maybe she only wanted to say half out loud…

“Am I about to give my first blowjob?”

Fuck, my cock was begging to be in her mouth.

Keep in mind, I knew I wouldn’t have sex with Kristin. I knew she hadn’t given head before. I was never going to try either. I’ll never understand how anyone can think they’ll have a *better* experience with someone by using pressure.

I waited a second before I said, “If you want to do that, I would enjoy being your first.” Kristin thought for a second and slowly lowered her mouth towards the top of my swollen cock. I let out a little chuckle when, right before she did, she said, “Just don’t cum in my mouth, ok?”

Oh my god, what a glorious feeling when I felt the pressure of her tongue on the underside of me. Honestly, it’s been long enough since it happened and just being drunk on sexual energy that I can’t tell if she was just a natural at it or that I wanted it so badly. Either way, I encouraged her and told her how amazing it was.

She sucked on me for just long enough before she sat back up and worked on getting me off. Now that my dick was wet from the blowjob, she had more to work with in her hand. As she could tell I was getting closer, Kristin started jerking me off much faster, and repeated in an erotic, breathy, tone, “cum so hard…cum so hard…” I’m not sure what you think about that, but…it remains one of the top moments of my sexual life. When it was time, I did what she asked; I came with an incredible vigor, dropping rope after rope of creamy semen down her hand. Holy shit, that was incredible.

This night wasn’t over yet, but I think I’ll save that for a part 2, if you’re interested. Let me know and I hope you enjoyed this as much as I did finally writing it down!

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ob7o7t/one_of_my_m_best_nights_getting_to_do_everything

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