I don’t think this is all that wild, but it’s probably the most wild thing I’ve done in my otherwise pretty mild life and for whatever reason, it’s been on my mind lately. For visual reference, I’m short, healthy weight but a little thick through the butt/hips/thighs, c cup breasts, long blonde hair and green eyes. I was 22 when this happened.
Through mishap, bad luck, and some seriously poor judgement, I once found myself on a luxurious one-week vacation at my local psych ward. If you’ve never been, the unique environment tends to foster a sense of immediate intimacy amongst the residents. By the end of day one, I felt I was friends for life with most of the other women staying there. By day two, I started to feel bad for one of the few male residents on the ward because no one spoke to him. That was J.
In our defense, J seemed intimidating at a distance. He had a shaved head, goatee and walked around with a mean-looking expression. But when I got the courage to introduce myself, that hard exterior melted away and he seemed immediately relieved to have someone to talk to. He was a 32 year old, 5’7”, averagely built Italian guy. He quickly revealed himself to be a warm, friendly person who loved to be entertaining and make people laugh with endless stories of the wild shit he did during manic episodes.
Pretty soon our nightly routine was talking from dinner til we were forced to go to bed at 11, long after everyone else already had. Psych meds tend to have people sleeping a lot, but we couldn’t get enough of each other’s company. I could feel an attraction growing between us. He had pretty brown eyes and I thought I noticed him looking at me with a very particular interest. Like I said, you get close to people quickly in the psych ward because there isn’t much to do except chat. And it wasn’t long before we had exhausted all the other topics of our fucked up lives and found ourselves having a conversation about our sexual preferences.
Now, at my current age, a man 10 years older doesn’t seem like a big deal. But at 22, and having only had two sexual partners around my same age, a 32 year old man was a very exciting prospect. His confidence and experience turned me on. It sounds crazy, but when he told me that he loved to eat pussy, that was the first time I had heard that from a man. The boys I’d been with would offer, but it seemed more out of duty than their own pleasure, and I had never been comfortable enough to to let them. He was shocked I’d never done that and told me he thought I was missing out. I began to agree with him.
After discussing oral and our favorite sex positions, he said, “Damn, look what this is doing to me.” I realized he had his hand in his lap subtly covering part of his crotch. I said, “No fucking way!” I was stunned that he might be getting hard from chatting about sex with me. He moved his hand to show me his erection very clearly outlined going down the left leg of his scrub pants.
I was overwhelmed with the strongest wave of sexual arousal I had ever felt in my life. My whole body was suddenly hot. I couldn’t speak or breathe properly. I literally ran to my room to splash cold water on my face and get my breathing under control. After I had calmed down, I went back and asked him if he would be interested in a fwb arrangement after we got out of the hospital. He was.
After we were both out he took me to see a movie. Afterward, we kissed for the first time in the car and ended up making out. I could see he was hard again. I felt his cock through his pants and begged him to let me see it. He pulled out his average-length but incredibly thick dick and I was once again dumbstruck. I couldn’t fit my (admittedly small) hand all the way around it. I was intimidated but incredibly excited to see what he felt like inside me.
The problem was our living arrangements. I still lived with my parents and he was staying with friends and didn’t want to be a bad guest by bringing fuck buddies over, at least not while they were home. After having no luck getting together while he had the place to himself, we decided to get a hotel room. As you might gather, neither of us were in the most successful phase of our lives, so lack of funds led us to a fairly seedy motel. J implied that I was married in front of the desk clerk which both mortified me and cracked me up.
We pretty much went straight to bed. I was so excited and nervous that my whole body was trembling while J undressed me. He remarked that I was like a virgin, and seemed excited by it. He had expressed what I considered to be an old-fashioned interest in crotchless panties, so I surprised him by having some on when he pulled my pants down. He moaned when he saw my clean-shaven pussy through them.
J was the first man I had been with that seemed to love foreplay as much as me. He treated it as part of sex. We made out naked and caressed each other’s bodies. He licked and sucked my nipples until I was half crazy while I stroked his hard cock.
He told my how beautiful my pussy was and asked to eat it. I was beyond nervous but said yes. It was life changing. He expertly teased my clit with his tongue and began to slowly finger me as I got more and more wet for him. He increased the stimulation on my clit until I had an incredible orgasm. He was rock hard from going down on me and asked if he could fuck me. I said yes but asked that he put his big cock in me slowly because I was afraid it would hurt.
He eased just the head of his dick in and slowly thrusted, pushing the rest in inch by inch into my wet pussy while I got used to his thickness stretching me. He felt incredible. My pussy kept spasming from my orgasm and from the level of stimulation his girth gave me, and J kept saying it felt like I was cumming. He was very vocal, which is a huge turn on for me. Moaning and dirty talking to me. He even caught himself saying he loved me in the heat of the moment.
I loved watching him fuck me from on top. He had the type of body I love with nice thick arms, a firm chest, but soft belly. He had a lot of chest hair which drives me fucking wild. He asked to fuck me from behind, which I knew from our talks was his favorite. I said yes but sucked him first, tasting my pussy on him. I didn’t mind him gently guiding my head while tried to take all of his dick into my throat and caressed his balls. He turned me around and entered me again. I threw my pussy back at him while he fucked me so deeply until he came inside me while pounding.
Looking back, it definitely shows my young age or maybe just general naiveté that I let J fuck me without a condom, and I see that I was lucky that no consequences came from that. I also let him take a picture of my pussy. We had a nice night together cuddling and sleeping together.
We only hooked up one other time, when we got lucky and I could come over on an evening when his friends were out of the house. We fucked on his small bed leisurely, in a spooning position while he played with my clit. I was so incredibly filled by his cock in that position that it was totally overwhelming. I went to clean up and returned to bed to cuddle and pretty soon J was aroused again, and we fucked twice more. I went home totally spent and satisfied.
Sadly, our sexual relationship ended shortly after and over time we fell out of touch. I still remember him and the experience fondly, and J represents a turning point in my brief sexual history where sex became a good experience for me.
I’ve told my husband most things about my life, including briefly about J. But when we pass by the seedy motels in our town and he sometimes makes a joke about them charging by the hour or whatever, I don’t say a word. I could never confess to him that I was once fucked in one of those places.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/rm7r0x/fm_older_man_i_met_at_the_psych_ward