“I masturbated on a fantasy with you” she said [MF]

…and then she said “I masturbated on a fantasy with you after our last meeting” on our second meeting. In the years to come, I felt torn between regret of what could have been and the lust that just comes from the imagination of what could have been.

We met on a platform for those interested into BDSM. I was looking for a partner to play with rope bondage and she was exploring what she is looking for. Sofie was 19 and I was 26.

It came with surprise that she was up to meet in real life. The day was gloomy. It was a typical late summer day in Copenhagen. It’s getting darker earlier and earlier with autumn approaching. A little rain drizzled when we met late afternoon in a park. The park is usually well visited. The little rain made the park a quiet place this time. We spent the afternoon on a bench on the side, covered by a tree with a low canopy providing protection from the drops and a tiny bit of intimacy. From here, we could see the entire park. Just occasionally people passed.

Sofie’s red curly hair first caught my attention, which she was wearing tugged together and showing more of her face covered with cute freckles. Her outfit puzzled me at first, because the clunky Nike air she wore did absolutely not fit to the shorter, and tight skirt she was wore to it. She had very female forms. Especially her butt was bigger than other girls’ around here. Usually not my thing, but Sofie was fit and her round butt was firm. She was beautiful.

Nothing happened and a lot at the same time on this bench. We talked about sex and our fetishes mainly. It was the first time we met, but had an immediate trust to share our intimate thoughts with naes other. This was a get to know meeting, because we agreed that I can tie her up in our next meeting.

The talk about sex aroused me throughout the meeting and she probably noticed how my penis was pressing hard against my jeans. She was wet and aroused, too, I learned later from her. So, we sat there both aroused and yet too shy to do something about it.

Ever since, I can’t stop thinking how I’d have loved to get a glimpse of her lust when she was facing me and her legs would open a little exposing a little of her panties underneath the skirt. I’d have loved to feel her lust and just as much her touching me on that afternoon on the park’s bench.

But these things didn’t happen. We parted and pleased ourselves at home at the thought of the other.

We met again, which is another post. However, i enjoyed the park’s scene because of the torment between regret of being too shy, perhaps out of an attempt to not overstep it, and the imagination what could have happened, but did not. The latter is equally sweet, I believe.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/qmsao0/i_masturbated_on_a_fantasy_with_you_she_said_mf