Where do I begin? Will I regret getting this detailed? Maybe. But I have to document it before I forget.
I [21f] was traveling over the Labor Day weekend for family things. One thing lead to another, and I had the hotel room to myself. Obviously, this opens up opportunities for me, you know?
I’m Tindering on the DL throughout the weekend. It’s fun to check out the strangers in a new place, I dunno. I matched with some really cute girls but ultimately decided to change the settings to men. First man I see is absolutely *fine.* 48, tall, lean and tattooed, thick, dark hair with flecks of white, very well groomed grey/white beard. *Nice* smile. Super nerdy and geeky too. I questioned whether I should “super like” or not–I ended up opting for a regular like. (I am too anxious to super like, to be honest.) I was crossing my fingers we would match that night. We matched the next morning. He sends the first message. I reply. I’m now questioning if I should be frank with him and double message.
*I’m only here for another night. When would I ever see him again?*
I consult with my friend. She said to do it because “he is FINE!”
I draft my message: “I’m going to be blunt because you are a very good-looking man–I’m only here for the night. (I do have the hotel room to myself) If you are interested, let me know. If not, I’d definitely still like to get to know you more because we seem like we would exist on the same wavelength.”
Friend approves the message, and I hit send. I’m almost never this direct. Three hours later I get a message notification from him. He says he is intrigued and would love to hang out.
My family stuff ends, I shoot him a message saying I’m available. We exchange Snapchats and continue to chat. I hit him with “Do you want to continue this in person orrrr…?” I end up driving to his place. It would be awkward if he ran into all my relatives in the hotel the next morning.
I meet him in the parking lot. He’s in a patterned short sleeved button up and nice jeans (admitted he changed because he didn’t know if I would be dressed up or not). I had just showered (hair dry), so I was in black athletic shorts, a grey t-shirt, and a green flannel. He gives me a tour of the apartment complex. Super cool place. Offices everywhere, neat bannisters, and a piano in one of the lobbies. We get back to his. There’s nice music playing. He offers me a drink. We end up chatting and totally click. I am not sure who would have won the nerd contest or if it would have been a tie. Anything geeky one brought up, the other had heard of or was into it at some point. Awesome, lol.
I tell him I play piano. He says I should play for him. I walk out to the lobby pretty tipsy and play some mediocre piano for him. The piano is sitting next to a very large window that overlooks the city. He’s on the bench between the piano and the window. I finish playing, disgruntled I couldn’t remember a song. He puts down his drink and puts out his hand. I take it and sit on top of him. We make out for a bit. I mutter we should go back to his apartment.
Takes me into the bedroom. He starts kissing me first while standing, but I ended up pushing him onto the bed and crawling on top of him. An “okay!” escapes his mouth. I asked if I should stop. He said he wasn’t used to his partners being this aggressive, but he liked it. *So* fun to kiss, and I told him so. He felt similarly. I finally reached down and felt how hard he was through his jeans. My shirt eventually gets taken off. Then bra. Lots of heavy petting. I unbuttoned his shirt with my left hand with my right on his dick. My shorts come off. His jeans come off; his dick just springs out. So much precum.
I lie on my back. He enters me. Light thrusts at first. I tell him to fuck me like he means it. Eventually, I told him to turn over so I could ride him. “You’re *intense,” he breathes out. Turns me on so much. That rush you get through your body? Yeah. I’m back on my back with my hands being held down above my head. I started getting bitey with his neck, and he tells me he’ll get me back. So much eye contact during sex with him. A lot of it we were just complimenting and smiling at each other. I remember at one point I gripped his head with my thumbs on his temples, lightly squeezing and going “you are so *hot*!” I told him I have never made that much eye contact during sex. “Why” It makes me feel super vulnerable. “I want you to be vulnerable. Look me in the eye.” I do. “*Good girl.*”
I told him no hickeys halfway through everything. Also, that I typically can only finish on my stomach. We switch so I’m on my stomach with him still holding my hands down above my head. I look back at him to kiss him. He ends up moving his mouth to the right corner of my jaw and starts sucking. “If you give me a hickey on my jawline, I *will* kill you.” His response? “I love that you’re threatening me in this position,” he then puts all of his body weight on me, starts thrusting harder, and squeezes my hands until his knuckles turned white, “because in reality, there is *nothing* you can do.” Holy fuck. We had to have fucked for maybe two hours. He was just rock hard the entire time?? I eventually finish. He does on my stomach.
Clean up and head to bed, as I have to leave at 7:30 for the road trip back home. Great sex. I hope he enjoyed himself as much as I did. I felt like I was fucking someone I have known for a very long time. We meshed. Maybe we will cross paths again some day. But holy fuck, I am so glad I was reckless that night.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/pkp08x/fun_with_a_silver_fox_mf
Sounds like fun