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Hey there! This is a fictional story about a woman looking for a muscly man to have fun with! It’s a bit silly in places but was a lot of fun to write! Hope you enjoy it and I am always happy to hear any feedback you may have. Enjoy!)
Everyone has a type. Some people even have several. The type of physical appearance that they simply cannot turn down or just instantly swoon over. Some people like goths, others petite, maybe even certain hair colours or styles. Me? I like very tall, muscly men. The type of person you see as a bodyguard or a bouncer at a nightclub. Someone you would not mess with on any day of the week. I don’t really know where or how it started, they were always just the guys that my eye caught and with myself standing at a whopping height of 5’4 and being quite skinny, it was always a striking difference when I stood next to the men I chose in my life. I’m also aware it’s a ‘meme’ these days that you have to be over 6ft for women to be interested and of course, this isn’t true in actual real life…. Except with me. I would even go as far to say that 6ft was borderline too small in height for my liking.
Now finding guys this tall that were also datable and compatible with myself was always quite the challenge and I only had myself to blame for being so picky. Because of this, it had been a while since my last sexual encounter and it was starting to peck at me a little bit during this small drought. Masturbation was becoming less and less fun and fulfilling, but most of all, I just wanted to have some fun! So that’s why I spent a few of my evenings after work simply browsing certain places online. Craigslist, meet up subreddits, dating apps and local advertisements to see if anyone caught my eye or lived up to my *tall* expectations. Eventually after my endless scrolling and messaging through the various assortments of potentials, I found a guy that seemed to be perfect for me. His name was Kristoff and he was from Denmark. 6’6, active gym go-er, short black hair and because of my frequent requests. He made sure to send me many pictures of his large muscles and quality physique. I was instantly smitten and made sure to lock in my interest in him by confirming my own identity through selfies and social media profiles. We both were happy with the agreement and situation so we decided to go ahead.
Now what was that agreement? We were going to meet up by a busy bus stop just to double confirm we were who we said we were and then slip down into a local woodland area near the bus stop and fuck. We both made it clear from the start of our talking that we were both just looking for some fun and nothing too committed. That seemed to be perfect for the both of us and we agreed to use a sort of safe word/phrase to share when we were both happy to go off to the woods together. With all of this in mind, I soon found myself waiting by the bus stop by the side of a road in near freezing weather (It was Winter). I was the first to arrive around 18:48pm since we both agreed to meet after work and Kristoff finished work later than me, which was perfect, as it gave me enough time to run home and prepare myself a little before heading out again. I was wearing a white, thick cotton sweater with a shirt underneath and a light brown parka to cover them with a dark blue pleated skirt that just got down to my thighs. I was wearing 2 layers of tights with them, which isn’t what I would usually wear in this weather, I simply thought this would make it easier to remove when it came to it. I intentionally left any underwear underneath them at home as well for even easier access when the tights came off. I played around on my phone leaning against the bus stop as I waited, waving off bus drivers that stopped and tried to get my attention to get on, and it had just gone past 7pm before I saw him.
Kirstoff walked down the street as if he owned it, but not in a consciously active way, he was just that big and he easily could take up both lanes on a footpath if he walked dead in the middle of it, which it was what he was doing as no one else was around. In case I have misunderstood anyone reading this, he was not fat in the slightest, it was just bulky muscle from his arms and torso that made him wide. As some may say, he was an absolute unit. I stood up proper and put my phone away as I saw him approach, a warm smile on my face and my heart nearly breaking my rib bones from how hard it was pounding.
“Hi Kristoff!” I exclaimed.
“Hello!” He replied in a deep, accented tone as he now stood next to me.
We exchanged small chatter. Asking each other’s days and about the weather. He was wearing a black coat with layers underneath that weren’t visible and standard blue jeans. Our size difference would be easily compared for anyone who saw us talking. He was just over a foot taller than me and as I spent more and more minutes with him, I was swooning slightly more with every new bit of information and new observation I made. This made me perk up the courage to ask to feel his bicep, which he happily obliged and flexed it for my to feel. I wasted no time in wrapping my, in comparison, stick like arms around it and using my fingers to push in. My fingers barely made it in a half inch due to how strong it was and I couldn’t help but let out a girlish giggle at the excitement. I squeezed myself against his hulking arm not wanting to let go as a few moments of silence came between us as I simply admired his arm and finished my laughter. It was during this time I made up my mind and wanted to go through with what we agreed. He was extremely charming so far and definitely my type, so it was with that decision I perked my face up to him.
“Want to go to the gym?” I asked.
“Yes, let’s go to the gym.” He smiled back.
That was our agreed phrase and like that, it was confirmed. I linked my arm properly into the one I held and we both turned around, checking no one saw which no one did, before dipping down a dirt path into a woodland off of the road. It was a large forested area and even if it did have a makeshift pathway, it was easy enough to walk off of it and explore it’s depths . It wasn’t often walked by people, especially on a cold winter’s evening, so the chance of being caught were very slim additionally due to the near utter darkness that surrounded them as no natural or unnatural light was being casted around. We started off walking slow on the path, but ended up giggling and walking through the dying or already dead shrubbery off of the path in no time. There wasn’t really a rush for either of us, but we made short fun of near tripping on unseen logs or brambles that nipped at my tights at my ankles and light conversation as we searched through the area. After a few minutes of walking off the path, we found a big central tree to stop at, it was hard to even see each other at close distance but our visible, frost breath showed exactly where the other was. My breath was heavy and I stood with my back to the tree, unsure what to do next, both of us that is before I realised I probably needed to make the next move.
“Let’s go then.” I giggled softly as I turned around to face the tree. My hands reached down to pull down my doubled up tights but Kristoff beat me to it. His large hands hiking up my skirt, one hand fondling a handful of my ass and the other fingering at the tights. At first I thought that he thought I didn’t have anything underneath but before I could interject, I felt a small tug behind me. And then another. Then another. He had made and ripped a hole in both pairs of my tights. Although tights weren’t a hard thing to rip, the show of dominance was enough to make me bite my lip in lust, not that he could see it in the darkness but it was still a nice detail. I wasn’t sure when he unzipped his jean either, but the next thing I felt was his half erect cock find it’s way in the rip and try to find my inner warmth. After a few missed pokes and prods, I reached behind between my legs and assisted him without much delay.
Even though he was only half erect, it still was hard and big enough to slide in and his shallow thrusts soon turned into stronger ones as his size grew to it’s largest size over time. As if the whole situation wasn’t built on my recent dreams, the part that got me most wet was feeling his dick grow inside me. The intoxicating sensation of my walls slowly pushing away from one another as his cock grew thicker and thicker inside of me. The throbbing zeal of his glans poking deep, already seemingly to be aiming for my cervix. This was the best sexual decision I had ever made. I gripped on to the tree for additional support to be able to bend myself over and now with the stars aligned, it seemed to awaken Kristoff’s true strength. He took a hold of my hips with his big hands, hands you always felt safe in and he started to thrust. Big, deep thrusts into my petite frame and assorted waves of shivers exploded from my groin as he made me his. A large gasp left my mouth as I felt the first few smash into me and I tried my best to contain my voice, sometimes having to cover my mouth to let it out.
Up until now, Kristoff was kind, polite and an honest gentleman in the short time we spoke. However, there was nothing gentleman-like about the way he fucked. The man was a powerhouse and made it known even with a lady. It was exactly what I needed. He had a strong grip on my hips and once he had found his stride, he started a new motion of long, mighty thrusts that shook my entire body. One after another. My cunt quivered with each one as I had never experienced such a dominant fuck and I still tried to hold in my moans and gasps but even through my hand, they escaped into the woods. If I did not have hold of the tree or if he did not have hold of my hips, the thrusts would have been strong enough to push me onto the floor easily. I had become the man’s fleshlight and my mind was swirling with hormonal, needy thoughts. I am unsure how long this went on for, but Kristoff made sure to take his time and range up his technique: the long thrusts would be broken up with quicker, shorter thrusts then back to the long poundings. He would take a few moments of rest for both of our sakes and to also ask if I was okay since I was sure he was more than aware of how it must have been for me.
“Yes I’m fine… This is fucking great…” I replied with a masochistic laugh both realising how sloppy wet was I was between my legs as well as how I would feel this in the morning.
Kristoff shared the same laugh back. “Okay then Princess.” He commented back before starting his thrustings once more to my continued groans of pleasure. I started to notice now that my legs were starting to go slightly numb from standing still in the cold, my hand on the tree as well. It was definitely below freezing at this point and where I would usually be at home in the warm, I was being railed by a Scandinavian Viking descendant and it was an easy choice for me to make on any day of the week. Speaking of, Kristoff was now closer to my body, but still thrusting no… This was more rutting at this point. Quick and sudden poundings that if my legs weren’t numb from the cold, I do believe I would have felt them turn to jelly at this point as his tip now spiking at my cervix attempting to breach the entrance. My eye sight fuzzed up even in the pitch black as my mind fogged with slutty thoughts, my own orgasm on the brink of unleashing before being set off by the sensation of a deep, warm gushing in me. Kristoff moaned in my ear and my thighs and midsection quivered with delight at his release. My walls spasmed against his ejaculating shaft and our bodies sang in orgasmic harmony as rapid breaths and moans left us both whilst we rode out our orgasms together. Nothing mattered: the cold, if anyone saw us or even my ripped pair of brand new tights. It was bliss and we rested against the tree as Kristoff sort of hugged and supported me from behind, our bodies still connected. Our chests pushed against one another’s and I beckon my hips into his, not wanting him to leave me just yet.
“You are fantastic!” Kristoff complimented with heavy breath and gently kissing my head.
I giggled before responding. “And you’re… So big…” I replied meaning it in more ways than one.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/rn5n4s/mffictional_fuck_date_in_the_woods