Miss meets a fan [FM]

To preface this: I love erotic stories. They were my first introduction to the world of pornographic content. I don’t have much time to enjoy them anymore but nevertheless, they remain near and dear to my heart. They are some of my favorite messages to read. Personally I have only dabbled in writing excerpts here and there, never a full-length story. Today I’m going to tell of an experience I had a few months ago. Since it’s my first full tale, I don’t know if it will bring the imagery to you as a good story should, but I am hopeful you enjoy the read.

Steamy in Seattle…

Jesse is a fairly regular commenter. I don’t know how long he’s been popping up in my notifications, but it’s been awhile. He always writes something that makes me feel good about how I look and the content I put up. At some point we began messaging each other. We talked about a myriad of things, and he intrigued me with the idea of asking for a pair of my underwear to jerk off with. We hadn’t worked out specifics yet, but I was planning to mail him a pair that I had came in. I happened to be planning a trip out of town, and realized a tattoo artist he had mentioned was located where we were headed. Curiosity sparked so I asked him if that was where he lived. Turns out, yes it was. We mulled over the idea of giving him my underwear while visiting. I ran it by my partner if it would be okay to meet this internet stranger in real life, and he agreed. Jesse and I started talking outside of Reddit and formed a plan to grab a bite together while I was in town.

On the day of our meeting, I was excitedly nervous. I had brought along a remote play toy I previously bought at the request of another Redditor, but hadn’t used in public yet. Walking from our hotel to the restaurant, I swear my face had to be fiercely red. Thank goodness for makeup! We meet, get seated, have some casual talk, especially since my partner hadn’t spoken with Jesse yet. We ordered food and a few drinks. It was a wonderful, much-needed evening. My boyfriend makes a mention that I haven’t turned my toy on yet. I tell him with as nervous as I am, I need to at least finish my second drink.

I don’t remember if I went to the bathroom or just pressed it through my skirt, but I turn on my toy and get the link for the remote and away we go. Well, no 21st century story is complete without some technical difficulties! We keep running into connectivity issues using his phone to my phone’s app to the toy, so I end up putting my phone on the table, face up, with the remote available to fiddle with. This was a thoroughly enjoyable time for both Jesse and my partner, trying to have regular conversation while teasing and toying with me, seeing how long I could chat and listen while holding my moans. I genuinely couldn’t tell you how long this went on for, but I lost my damn mind after awhile. At some point the server came by and it wasn’t until he left that I realized he could absolutely see my phone screen with the remote right there. Honestly, I couldn’t think or see straight, I must have cum four or five times. I feel a bit bad for other tables near us, as I was definitely louder the longer this went on.

We finish up our drinks, pay our bill, and share a ride to Jesse’s place where have a short discussion about who’s going where. This has all been established already, but just a check-in to make sure everyone was still good with it. My partner stayed in the living room and Jesse and I head to his bedroom. At this point I should mention one of my major worries had been if my scent would be appealing to him or not. Everyone has a different aroma and I wasn’t sure if he would enjoy the smell after I had cum. I tell him before I take off my panties that I’d like him to get a good sniff of me before we go any further. I’m a submissive little miss through and through, but as he knelt in front of me while I raised my skirt, his face up to my pubic mound, hand on my thighs, I don’t think I’ve ever felt more dominant and goddess like. He graciously put my worries to rest and said I smelled amazing, his face a picture of euphoria. Feeling much less anxious, I thanked him and had him get off his knees so he could lay on his bed for me. I stood next to the bed and took my soaking panties off and handed them to Jesse, then knelt on his bed and moved myself to straddle his leg, my skirt laying gently against his skin. As he held my underwear in his hands and lifted it to his face to inhale my scent again, I couldn’t help but be drawn to his bulging boxer briefs. I leaned forward, my shirt hem grazing his thigh, and cupped my hand over the outline of his hard cock. He then pulled his underwear below his cock and gripped it tightly while smelling my underwear one more time before wrapping the silky, wet fabric around his shaft. Seeing him start to leak precum as I rubbed myself on his leg had me feeling so turned on, I couldn’t help but reach up and grasp him in my hand, to feel his hardness through my panties. I asked Jesse if I could suck his fingers while grinding against him and he happily let me. I pulled his hand to my waiting mouth, wrapping my lips around his index finger followed by his middle. His strong hand then cupped the side of my face as I sucked his thumb, moaning with desire at how simultaneously powerful and helpless I felt on him, fully clothed while he lay naked under me. His dripping cock had me so aroused, I had to lean down and breathe in our combined scent on my panties.

The feeling of grinding my wet pussy on his leg as he slid my cum soaked panties up and down his shaft was intoxicating. My thighs started clenching and my whimpers became labored. I was acutely aware of our hot skin against each other, a stark contrast to the cool touch of my light summer outfit. As I rode the edge of an orgasm, he asked if he could cum for me. I softly answered him with a yes and then a plea, begging this handsome man under me to drench my used panties in his cum as I reached a climax of my own. Seeing his thick seed pulse through the thin fabric was exhilarating, and pushed me over the edge I was on, stealing the breath from my lungs and forcing my pussy to gush. Even though I was the one in clothes and in control, the submissive in me won out and thanks poured forth from my lips for his release. The exhilaration of the night flushed my cheeks as I worked to compose myself instead of collapsing from the extended stimulation.

We cleaned ourselves up and rejoined my partner in the living room. Jesse walked us out, and we said goodbye to a fantastic evening.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/qvakf6/miss_meets_a_fan_fm