First off, thanks for the warm welcome — first story caught a lot of attention, so this guy is feeling flattered!
I was encouraged to write more — so — while on the topic of slutty office behavior (myself chief among them) I’ll recall a story about a period of time when I was traveling to and from the south on a regular basis. These stories are all true, and reflect a period of my life working for a company that was liberal both in its work setting as well as its culture. These events and the details have been slightly modified as to not tip off anyone who may be reading this for discretion and privacy.
As part of my job, I frequently traveled to and from our client’s offices in various cities. Mainly the west coast and south (Louisiana/Florida/South Carolina), and one time in Vegas which I might write about later on.
Being the hedonist I am, I had a few dating app subscriptions activated on these travels — mainly Tinder Passport and Feeld (previously known as 3nder). On this particular trip, I was in town for over a week given our meeting schedules, so, I was hoping to find some fun to pass the time. I didn’t travel with my usual team, and client dinners get expensive (and boring) so, some extra circular fun was needed. This story is the first part of a 2 person experience while on this trip. I will call her L to keep things short.
Day 1, just after touching down, and while on the tarmac, I matched with a mid-40-something dancer on Feeld (3nder). A very quirky profile, but admittedly open and intriguing as mine.
After the usual hellos and formalities, she asked me if I’d like to meet up that evening; nothing fancy — a local bar equidistant from each-other that had fun indie bands and a long list of mock-tails (she didn’t drink).
We agreed on a time, went about our days, coordinated about an hour beforehand, and met up.
I took an Uber there and she drove. I ended up catching her in the parking lot prior to heading in as my Uber struggled to find the entrance (or drive for the matter) — before my eyes, I was greeted by a tan brunette, with a sliver of pink dyed hair on her bangs, a kind of small beaded weave over her ear, and the sexiest toned legs I’d seen in the entire state of Florida, all in a 5’1″ maybe 2″ package.
But that’s not even the sexy part — she hopped out of a mint condition Chevy Silverado from the 80’s and took off her cowboy hat prior to recognizing me.
Now, I’d like to pause here and say — southern charm is a real thing, and a woman in a pickup is just about as HOT as it gets. At this point, I was already melting staring down a beautiful woman in slip on vans, a white/cream colored flow-ey dress, and all kinds of cute jewelry/bangles to add to what I’d call a southern bohemian chic.
Needless to say we introduced ourselves to one another in person with a hug and cheek-kiss, and proceeded into the bar.
The bar was nothing special, designed like an old fishing shack but with modern appeal and some trendy apps/cocktails.
We settled into a spot at the bar, ordered up, and started to chat.
She had hazel eyes, slim facial features, and a defined chin and jawline that lead to a slim but fit and sun-kissed body.
Mid 40 is not old by any means; however, she looked every bit her age, and every bit not her age — if that makes sense?
I guess you could say her persona and physicality was a perfect blend of youth and experience — I was impressed and kind of smitten.
We got into conversation about life, sex, desires, friendships and relationships.
I learned about her life as a lawyer turned dancer, thrifter, and poly primary partner.
She was in a long-term relationship with her primary, but was open and seeing a few others — men and women.
After some simple cajoling we ended up on the dance floor — at first a slow song, then a fast song with some grinding, and then a slow song (band wasn’t great, not the worst — but all over the place with their music).
During the last song, she leaned in — whispered in my ear “You’re really cute, can I take you home?” — I looked into her eyes, locked lips into a passionate kiss, pulled back and said “sure”.
We paid our tab, while paying one another subtle attention with a hand on a thigh or ass — and made way to the truck.
Pausing here — this truck was cool (kind of looked like this: https://www.autoweek.com/car-life/classic-cars/a34779790/now-is-your-chance-to-own-one-of-the-last-3-on-the-tree-vehicles-ever-sold/).
And, it was probably the sexiest thing ever to see her slide up (besides me), open up, and fire this thing up.
Back to the story…
In her truck, we get situated and she leans over for another kiss — this time we go at it pretty hot and heavy for a while. I can feel myself getting excited, and so did she…
She leaned over and grabbed the growing bulge in my jeans, slowly stroked it and whispered into my ear “I want to show you some fun”.
She then licked my lower ear lobe (I fucking LOVE this) kissed me down my neck and turned back to put the car in gear, and head to her place.
Holy hell batman. I’m throbbing at this point. Watching her put this truck into gear and drive us off to her house for whatever she wants to do to me.
Admiring her toned arms, devious smile, and naturally fit body along the way.
We joked a bit on the ride home, and talked about some fantasies; before long — pulling into her apartment complex and walking up.
Walking into her apartment (which she shared with her primary, who wasn’t home) the first thing you see in the living room is a stripper pole. Obviously, this isn’t THAT shocking (it is Florida after all), but it started to open up the kind of night we’d be having.
She joked and said my primary (a guy) uses it more than me — he likes the workout, I just like to watch him fuck around on it.
We both laughed.
Walking through her apartment, we came up on the kitchen, to which she pulled a bottle of bourbon out, and we poured a shallow glass to mutually share.
She poured it just the way I like it — ice, water, mellow. Took a sip for herself, handed me the glass, and kissed me deeply shortly after my first sip — whisky kisses are honestly, the best.
While still holding our whisky, she unbuttoned my pants and started to un-button the fly (yeah a button fly — I fucked up).
As she did, my cock started to throb, knowing that before long my fully engorged dick would either be on her lips or in her hands.
She took my pants off slowly, leg by leg, ran her hands up the back of my calves, my quads, and stopped just short of my ass before using her lips and teeth to peel back the waistline of my boxer briefs and lick down the shaft of my cock and balls.
She worked like a surgeon, slowly and meticulously licking and sucking my cock, while using one hand to massage my balls and legs in alternating fashion.
Before long my cock was throbbing in her mouth, with a mix of my own pre-cum and her totally soaking my shaft.
I looked forward a bit and notice that she had slid her panties over and was teasing her clit ever so slightly from her knees as she started to take my cock deeper into her mouth.
We both decided it was time to head to her bedroom — so we did.
She stood up, took off her panties, took up her hair, and walked me to her bedroom.
Once we got there, she told me to sit on the bed — while she ran to the bathroom super quick.
Once she opened the door, she rounded the corner in nothing but a tank top holding a blue dildo (about 8″) and a plug — can’t remember how big, but, we didn’t spend long on that —
She came around the bed, propped her toy on the foot, took her plug into her mouth, sucked it till it was soaking wet, handed it to me, bent over and asked me to slide it in.
I took the plug, but before sliding it in, pulled her ass forward, got on my knees, and licked her pussy up to her crack in slow lick/kissing bursts, back down again to her pussy — while holding the plug, slid the cold metal bulb to her pussy as to moisten it with her cum (she gasped and moaned in the same breath), before guiding it up and inside of her tight ass.
She moaned the whole way up and once it was inside, she simply said “thanks baby… do you like how kinky this 45 year old body is?”.
I was only 33, so, I enjoyed the age play a bit — replied in saying “I think you’re insatiable, and I’m going to see how greedy you really are”.
She laughed, turned around and started to suck my cock.
She mounted her hand around the base of my shaft and spit on the top, moving her hand up and down to lubricate me — taking turns in between to take me fully back to her throat.
I was throbbing, my toes curling, and my leg actually shaking.
Her ability to please me, even in this level, was out of control — and she certainly knew EXACTLY what to do. Her body firm, and lips soft… her tongue perfectly running alongside the tip of my cock and underside of my shaft — stopping just before it felt too sensitive, and just long enough to drive me wild.
Ladies, the tip of a mans cock, especially the outside is ultra sensitive. Working the back side of the helmet, where it forms a V (if your man is cut) is the best spot to hang — and this woman absolutely did her homework.
Now, I don’t pride myself on excessive/toxic cocksmanship — I’m good, but my hands and tongue are just as good. I’m about 7.5″ and I’ve never been told that’s a disspointment, but I don’t swing myself around like I’m a horse either.
I don’t know if it was me, or maybe her petite frame — but I felt huge in her mouth — and for a moment, I feared it wouldn’t be enjoyable for her — this has happened before, so I was worried… but we carried on.
She pulled up and rubbed her clit — you could see how engorged it was as it peaked through her lips while she slowly rubbed it in small circles while sliding her finger inside.
She crawled up onto me from the top, and slowly took my cock inside of her.
She was tight, really tight — a product of her dancing and active lifestyle — but she took all of me, and when she finally got all the way down, her pussy was perfectly stretched, with her swollen clit perfectly based on the top of my waist. So engorged, you could nearly feel it when you pushed hard enough.
Once she was on, we slowly started to fuck — picking up speed and intensity.
She wasn’t as wet as others I’ve been with (see previous story) so we needed a bit of lube — which immediately opened things up.
We fucked cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, missionary legs up, leg up, and sideways doggy (or just sideways?).
It was an absolute marathon of fucking — both our bodies dripping sweat and remarkably still craving more.
I paused to admire the beads of sweat down her back and chest — her tan skin and subtle freckles, the toned chest, perfectly perky breasts, and awe-some core strength.
She pushed herself out of me and said she needs more.
I paused to catch my breath and ask what she had in mind, as I was already feeling as if I had run a mile in 100% humidity.
She reached over in the now disheveled bed and grabbed the blue dildo from under a pile of sheets.
She said that her and one of her girlfriends last used the dildo, and wasn’t sure where it’s been — but that didn’t stop her — she took the 8″ or so inch toy and sucked it down her throat, lubing it up with her mouth and a bit of cum already on her body.
She stroked my cock firmly and asked me to lube up and meet her on the bed.
Once on the bed, she spread on all fours, and started to push the dildo into her pussy.
I took charge here and assisted with fucking her — sliding the dildo all the way in as far as I could, hard and fast, spanking her ass every now and again. She was insatiable! Moaning and grunting with every thrust.
She moaned and grabbed the sheets, begging for “more” — “more baby, I need you to fuck me in my ass”.
I haven’t done DP yet (it was on my list, and I did eventually do this later on) — but Its not exactly rocket science.
I grabbed her hand so she could fuck herself with her dildo, pulled the plug slowly out of her ass, and slowly slid my cock in.
I had apprehensions without protection, but in the heat of the moment, I was too blinded by curiosity to grab a condom.
I slid slowly inside of her firm, fit, and muscular ass — it was the tightest thing I’ve ever felt — inch by inch I made it in, and I could feel her contracting all over my cock, even when she moaned, she tensed. I could also feel the curves and imperfections of her toy sliding in and out of her — the feeling was incredible.
I wasn’t able to go as fast because it was just that tight, but we stayed double stuffed for about 10-15 minutes until she mini-squirted down her legs and essentially collapsed on the bed.
She then took my cock and stroked it a bit more while kneeling upwards, kissing me deeply and pushing her dildo 1/2 way inside of her pussy.
I came shortly thereafter all over her belly and waist, she laid back, took a finger full of my cum, and sucked her finger dry… sliding her hands back down her body, over her breasts, and finally resting to the side.
I crashed down next to her, cock throbbing, and let out a sigh.
She looked over and said, “I bet you’ve never been with a woman 10 years older who fucks like me” — to which, she was right on all accounts, never been with someone 10 years my senior, and I quite honestly hadn’t experienced a marathon fuck to that degree in quite a long time.
We cleaned up, and walked naked back to her kitchen where we each finished a glass or two of bourbon.
I eventually ended up rinsing off in her shower, and calling a ride back to my hotel.
I haven’t seen her since, but we do follow each other on Instagram.
If I head back that way for work, I will certainly be catching up — hopefully it’ll be as fun as that session!
Thanks for reading :)
More to come!
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/os6uxc/i_m_was_33_and_she_f_was_45_from_the_south_a