V long… I was visiting Vancouver in the winter. I had a day to kill, and it was freezing out. I didn’t feel like doing much, and told myself I was owed a day of self indulgence after travelling, so went for a long enough stroll to deserve a decent coffee stop, and camped up at a long communal table in a fairly swish place.
I had an enormous book on the go, and got stuck in to it. As mentioned, it was freezing out, and the cafe was getting full with people avoiding the wind. I noticed a woman across the table from me in a felt beret, tight but tasteful sweater, tight jeans, nice boots, glasses. I didn’t stare or anything like that, I was just happy being warm, with my coffee.
An older guy, 50s, started striking up a conversation with the woman. She took every opportunity to get out of the exchange, and he always had a rejoinder that she was too polite to blow off. She was early 20s, very well put together, and looked Persian. The guy kept going. After a while I asked him a question, and we started to chat – it reminded me of playing diverion for female friends who have unwated attention from guys while clubing, where you’d be roped in to crash the conversation while the girl dipped. I didn’t really let him get the focus back to her, and he lost interest and left. She mouthed thank you at me and we went back to doing what we were doing.
A minute passed and she asked what I was reading. She came further down the communal table to talk, and I got about a sentence in since she started talking about my accent, visitng london, and on. I read the situation as her being thankful and a little flirty for diverting the old guy. I didn’t describe myself: at the time I was 30, and I still am 6″2′, lean, beard, white, shaved head.
She talked about being hungry and invting me for lunch. I asked if she wanted to get something at the cafe or head somewhere else. She ummed and ahhed, and asked if she would be keeping me from anything. I said I had the whole day ot sit in coffee shops and read my book, I could head anywehere for lunch. In that case, she had been planning on making lunch at home and if I went along she could tell me about good Vancouver things to do and send me back out for the rest of my day.
Of course I knew what was up, but was really keen to see how it played out. She has seemed relatively demur, and made eyes but hadnt so much as touched me yet. We started walking to her apartment, and I pulled her in for warmth. I asked her about what she was going to do to me, if I should be scared, a lonely tourist about to be taken advantage of. We got to the foot of an enourmous block of flats, and I got a story about a rich dad plus a sister who is also sometimes based in vancouver, and I wondered what I had let myself in for. We went up a long way, got to her door, and she made me wait at the door for almost ten minutes while she ‘cleaned up’. I could hear her speeding around inside, and it was all cquite comical, but when she let me in the place was pristine. Save for the smell of weed in the air (I hate calling it weed, just chose the word for an international audience).
I waited exactly a minute before teasing her about this, and she looked like she was going to die until I took out my grinder and papers and asked if we could smoke. She found this a little embarassing still, and made excuses about not ususally getting baked before studying or whatever. I can’t remember if I said this, but I honestly would not being doing any different if I was a gorgeous, young canadian-iranian living with a fat supply of daddy money. I probably didn’t say it.
It was a one bed flat, small kitchen, big living room, all well appointed and desireable and all that. The view was to die for.
I rolled a joint, we passed it a couple of times, and I stroked her face and pulled her chin up to me. We were siting on the floor, and I put my arm around her back and pressed her against me. She was halfway between chaste and hungry with the kisses, and I felt myself getting hard straight away. She straddled me, and we made out as she gently pulled her crotch across the top of mine. We roilled over so I was on top, and I ran my hand up the inside of her jeans and left it to rest over the seam between her legs, and she raised her hips up and bit my lip. We carried on, and she gets up quickly, saying “wait!”
She made for the bathroom, and I sat there slightly stunned. The comic feeling I’d had while waiting for her to tidy returned. She asked if I could wait a minute, she just nedeed a minute and it would be worth it. The top of her jeans was undone, and her black hair was in curly ringlets and all messed up.
I lit the joint while she showered and went back into her room. Twenty mins passed. She came out in a leotard that buttoned at the crotch, with a floral print all over. Her hair was tied back and she had done her makeup. She put music on and danced, and I usually have a low tolerance for sexy dancing but she was so good – she really knew how well arse filled out the leotard, and slowly brought it over to me, all while running her hands over her full tits and tilting her head. Her lipstick was red and glossy. I was back to being incredibly hard and wanted her right then, but she batted my hands away and forced me back into sitting on her sofa by pressing her arse into my lap. It was divine. I started running my fingers over a nipple as she was leaning in to tease a kiss towards me. She pulled me to the floor after enough teasing, and we were kissing again while I popped open the buttons of her leotard. She had no panties on, and her lips were wet. I licked my fingers and started to rub her clit. We were kissing again and I ran my mouth along her neck. I held my lips near her ear and told her she was so wet, I loved it, does she want me to suck on her clit? I held one of her amrs down over her head, and played with her with my right hand while leaning my body weight on to her a bit. I could tell she was close and asked if she was going to come already from my fingers, and that I was going to watch her face while she came. She held her legs togther, gripped my wrist and cried out.
My belt and buttons had come undone, and she helped pull them off my hips. She wrapped her hands around my cock and gripped it while biting my lip. This lasted moments before we both realised the other didn’t have a condom. Let’s skip the deets, but she asked a neighbour for a loan (no luck) before we went out and came back to continue.
So skip skip skip, we got into the bedroom. It felt like a long time since the shower, and all the build up and unexpected nature was so hot. We stripped each other, and she was laying on her back with her legs up in the air, I stood at the end of the bed, using the flats of my palms to spread her legs. She was wet again, and I licked and sucked on her clit and used my fingers to work the wetness out from her lips until the inside of her thighs were wet and glossy. I got up, and she worked my cock in her hands while I opened a condom. I was so hard. I wanted her to put my cock inside her and told her so. She straight away reached around underneath her legs and got the head of my cock inside her. She oponed her mouth wide and I watched her chest move up and bown wiutrh her breath. She worked it in with me, we enjoyed each other, after a minute or two our hips were flush, and we took a moment like that. My cock is 7, avg thickness, uncut. I told her that her grip was incredible, I could feel so much. She said no one had been so deep. I took the time to pin her to the bed, hold her arms down, then her legs wide, the pressed the soles of her feet against my chest. She came like that.
She got on top of my after a quick break, and I said I wanted her to tell me what gets her off while she rides me. She liked this, and I watched her sit on my cock and I stroked her from the hips downwards. She talked about watching porn in her bed the night before, but wouldn’t tell me what type. I asked if she gets boys with big cocks to come over and make her cum, and she said no, she hasn’t been fucked properly in a while. “is this a proper fuck?” “Yes.” “Is this what you needed? You were up late last night fucking yourself thinking about bringing someone home?” She was riding me so hard, our skin slippery with sweat. She told me she had a date that night and I was paying a lot of atention – he had never fucked her, and was desperate to, and she was going to cancel to fuck me. “He cant fuck you like this? You dont get wet for him?” She was stil riding me, but grinding back and forth like a belly dancer. She made eye cointact but got embarased a bit by the dirty talk, and would look around the room while giving some new detail.
I wanted to be behind her, and had a few minutes pulling her ass back on to me. She was dripping wet, and slid up and down on my cock with almost no effort. I asked if she wanted to learn how to look after a big hard dick. Will you suck me clean? Want to know how it feels for me to come deep insdie you?
I was ready to come, and we got back to our original position. I told her how much I had been waiting for this, and she put her arms under her knees and pulled herself open for me. You could hear our skin slapping. We fucked firmly, but not too quickly, and we came togther. I filled the condom, just giving an unending number of strokes inside her as there was just so much. She loved it and clamped down on me.
I stayed the night.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/qpgo65/mf_vancouver_local_early_20s_f_picks_up_tall