A while ago, I moved to New York. Started working for a fund. Not nearly as glamorous as it sounds. My salary was relatively low for New York standards and as I was just starting out, I didnt have much to my name at that point. Up till then I was just a regular stiff working for a bank. Anyways I was happy to be in New York, the possibilities seemed endless. I finally felt as though I had made it.
As I was single at the time, I thought I’d take a look on tinder and see what happens. I ended up matching with a girl we will call Kate. She was blond, had a lovely accent from a European country, and lived in the financial district. We met up a few times and got along really well. New York is great for meeting up after work and having a couple of drinks and seeing where the night goes. Always something to do. I worked in the financial district, and she lived there, so we met up after work a few times. She was very, i dunno, cool I’d say. She didn’t have much in the way of expectations for the relationship. She actually said that i would “do very well in New York” as far as women went. She told me about a friend of hers from Europe that came and stayed at her place and slept with tons of women for the 2 months he was there. I couldn’t believe it. I certainly didnt think that was going to happen.
The third time we went out, it was different. She definitely had something different in mind. Keep in mind I am the type of person that completely misses almost all social cues. Barely even know they exist. So the fact that I was noticing she was acting different means that she must have really been laying it on.
As usual we had gone out for a couple of drinks. We went to that place at the very end of the financial district, right on the water. I think they are known for their lobster rolls. When had about 2 drinks and I guess she was feeling properly socially lubbricated, so we decided to leave. I’m not sure what the plan was, but we both had a plan in mind that we were going to do “something”. We decided to go to her place as it was nearby.
She lived on a really high floor in her building, somewhere in the 30s or 40s and her place had a balcony. I remember looking down and feeling freaked out how high it was. Heights aren’t for me. We ended up on her couch and started having another drink and talking. Eventually we started kissing and you could tell she hadn’t done this in a while. Me wanting to get things started I suggested we move to her bedroom. She readily agreed.
I managed to get her skirt off, and she was wearing a nude colored thong. Looked hot as hell. She then got on her knees as I sat on the bed and started taking my pants off. She pulled my pants and underwear off and my rock hard cock came flopping out. Nearly hit her in the head actually. She was pretty surprised by it. She just stared at it for about 10 seconds which I thought was quite odd (she later told me it was the biggest dick she had ever seen in person in her life, I’m about 7 inches so I was surprised by that). She then started going to work giving me a blowjob.
She was good at giving head. Not the best I’ve ever had but very good. She took her time, licking up and down the shaft, putting my balls in her mouth, trying to deepthroat. It was truly great. Unfortunately for her, she was doing a little too well. If she kept up at this pace I was going to explode before she got any action. Seeing this issue coming up, I decided to be open and let her know. I told her I was getting close, so if we didnt move on to her, it was going to be over soon. She stopped right there. She got up off her knees and I pulled off her underwear. I pulled her shirt off and laid her on the bed. I went to go down on her but she waved it off. Wasn’t into it. Fine by me, not sure what that was about, I love to reciprocate, but she didnt want it so we moved on.
She was lying on her back in bed, and she then guided my cock towards her pussy. She was completely shaven, just a perfect little pussy, and it was soaking wet. The head of my cock reached her pussy and she started rubbing it on her clit. It was a intense feeling, for both of us I’m sure. She laid on the bed writhing around in pleasure over it, using my cock as her sex toy. Eventually I couldn’t take it anymore and slowly thrust forward into her pussy. I got about as far as the head in when she pushed against my stomach and said “slowly”. I let her get used to it right there for about a minute before edging forward slowly. My goodness she was tight. Eventually I got all the way in, and she was just so tight I knew I wouldn’t be able to last long. She was loving it, and so was I.
After a short period of time, I knew the inevitable was going to happen. I pulled out before it was too late. She asked me what was wrong and I said I was getting close, and let’s try a different position. She suggested doggy and flipped over. I slid my cock into her slowly and gently and she moaned and put her head into the pillows. I started sliding my cock in and out, gaining some momentum as she was moaning and moaning.
She then did the hottest thing of the night. She reached back and started grabbing at my balls. By this time we were really going at it. I was thrusting with some speed and she was grabbing desperately at my balls as she was coming back and forth. It felt great. I think about it to this day pretty much every time when that position comes up. It was the desperation of it, the urgency. Eventually I came, I couldn’t hold out any longer. I came deep inside her (was wearing protection), and I felt it throughout my whole body. We collapsed onto each other and laid there for a while. I slept over and we went at it again the next morning. Maybe if I write a part 2 I’ll share that story.
Eventually I had to move back to the Midwest, Detroit area, I always remember her though. Really has a piece of me.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/r7nrsc/sex_in_the_city_with_cathy_fm
Great story! Looking forward to more!
Thanks