Been lurking here for a long time and enjoying reading many of the stories that have been posted. Thought I’d add one of my own now. I’ll most likely end up posting in a couple of parts. Hope it’s not a difficult read, but please bear with me as I’m not at all a professional writer in any sense of the imagination and English was one of my least favorite subjects in school.
This originally happened several years ago and left a very memorable impact on me. I was living in the U.S. at the time and often visited British Columbia, Canada as it wasn’t such a long drive for me. On this occasion I was in Vancouver for a short weekend visit and on Sunday, just before planning to leave I made what I had intended to be a quick stop at Granville Island, a popular place for tourists and locals alike.
Wasn’t paying attention where I was going and literally walked into this rather cute and somewhat exotic gal out shopping. I later discovered she had pretty significant mix of ethnicities – Spanish, Indian, Vietnamese, French and Philippines, among others. Her long straight hair was pulled into a ponytail out the back of her baseball cap. Something that, to this day, has always been an attraction for me. Anyway, I apologized profusely for bumping into her and we exchanged introductions and pleasantries.
Turned out she had recently graduated from Simon Fraser University where she had majored in Computer Science and minored in East Asian Studies. She was actually quite a bit younger than me, but we both shared an immediate and strong natural attraction and really hit it off. So much so that I didn’t return home as soon as I had planned and ended up spending the rest of the day together. I suppose it was about as close to ‘love at first sight’ as was possible. Regrettably, when it was time for me to leave, she looked genuinely disappointed and gave me a quite a long hug and quick kiss on the cheek, which was unexpected and touching.
When I stopped to get gas part way home, I checked my phone and found close to half a dozen texts from her asking where I am and if I’m thinking of her and when would I come back. After getting back to my place, I gave her a call and we must have talked for nearly two hours. We continued talking and exchanging messages every day and I ended up going back to see her two weekends later.
Met her late on a Saturday morning and spent the rest of the day together having lunch, talking, walking around, lightly flirting and feeling a certain sexual tension start to build. We shared a casual, but still wonderful dinner and told me we should consider skipping dessert as she gave me a sly wink.
We walked back to the hotel I was staying at in Burnaby and she asked if I’d mind if she came back to the room to use the bathroom. When we got there, she really did proceed immediately to the bathroom, but after a short time, came back out wearing the hotel robe. I just stared at her with my mouth wide open. I think I tried to blurt out a “wow” or some such word. She walked over to where I was sitting on the edge of the bed and said my dessert is now served as she pushed me down, unbuttoned my shirt and lightly scratched my chest with her nails.
As she was doing that, I untied the robe and as it fell open, discovered she was wearing this sexy black lace teddy. At this point, I took her arm and pulled her down beside me. We shared a quick kiss and just stared into each other’s eyes. We then started kissing more forcefully as we explored one another and quickly removed our clothes. I was kissing her chest and moving a little lower with each kiss until my head was nearly between her legs. I just looked directly at her as she opened her legs, exposing a gorgeous, clean shaven pussy and giving me the signal I was looking for to proceed.
I was lightly nibbling and kissing the inside of her thighs, getting just a little closer to her love tunnel each time. Finally, I reached her lips and tasted her. It was so heavenly. She was delicious. Better than any dessert I could have imagined. At this point, I was eagerly licking her and sucking her clit into my mouth and teasing it with my tongue. While doing this, I reached my hands up to find her breasts and the moment I touched her nipples, her entire body jerked and squirmed. She could barely get the words out of her mouth, but managed to tell me that her nipples were very sensitive. No kidding! Just a few moments after starting to lick her, she tensed up for a moment and then her legs began to tremble as she enjoyed a powerful orgasm and her juices were drenching my face and mouth.
I moved up to kiss her and she enjoyed tasting herself on my lips. She reached her hands down to hold my throbbing hard cock and helped guide it inside her. As I slowly started to make my way into her warm wetness, she just blurted out “fuck me now” and that was all I needed to hear. I thrust it in so fast and deep as she grabbed my ass to pull me even tighter. I pumped in and out of her as my arms reached underneath her back and I pulled her against me. At the same time, I used my legs to squeeze hers tight against me and I raised my body up so she could feel my cock rubbing against her clit while we fucked.
She fit me like a perfectly molded glove – so tight and warm and wet. It really didn’t take long to realize I was going to cum soon. I blurted out that I’m cumming and quickly pulled out and exploded across her chest. I just collapsed beside her as we caught our breaths and watched while she took her hand and rubbed my cum into her skin as she smiled and said she liked her new lotion.
After resting there a few moments, we both got up, went to the bathroom and enjoyed an intimate shower together with lots of touching, exploring, kissing and licking. We dried each other off after the shower, went back to bed and talked a while under the covers about what just happened and how we were feeling before finally drifting off to sleep.
In the morning, I was awakened to the feeling of her tongue licking my morning missile and she soon was taking me deep into her mouth. I mumbled something about wanting to be inside her and she stopped licking and slowly got above me and sat on my swollen cock. She rode me so perfectly. Matching my thrusts and alternating between bouncing up and down and leaning over my body so I could pump her while she rested upon me.
We switched into several positions and being a slim 5’3”, it was easy to handle her as we thrashed around on the bed. I wanted to finish in doggy style as I had been looking forward in seeing how her perfect peach of an ass looked as I pumped her from behind. She eagerly got on her hands and knees and it didn’t take me very long to discover she loved getting her hair pulled to the point it stretched her head back.
Not long after pounding her from behind, she had other ideas and wanted me on my back. She loved being on top since she could more control. After what was probably a good 90 minutes of nonstop sex, I told her I wasn’t going to last much longer. She quickly released her pussy grip on my cock and collapsed on top to take it into her mouth. She was sucking me as if she was trying to get the last pearl out of a bubble tea and I exploded my thick cum into the back of her throat. I expected she’d rush to the bathroom to spit it out, but she soon smiled and stuck out her tongue, revealing a very empty mouth. She lay on top and French kissed me lovingly as I enjoyed tasting myself on her lips.
We continued to meet nearly every single weekend for the next few months and had a few longer holidays as well. It was only a couple of hours drive for me and considering what was developing between us, not a difficult decision in the least. In addition to enjoying each other, we also took the time to explore different places within British Columbia and Alberta. Such beautiful provinces – especially if you enjoy any outdoor activities.
Sadly, it what seemed to be too soon, her student visa was expiring and it was time for her to leave Canada and return to her native country. We kept in touch constantly – emails, snail mail, text messages, Yahoo Messenger, and ICQ and before long, I was planning a trip to see her.
In what was a very long three months, I finally was on a plane to her country. When I entered the arrivals area of the terminal, she was right there waiting and literally ran up to me and jumped into my arms. That moment I held her and could breathe in her sweet, natural scent again, all the memories of everything we had shared in Canada came flooding back instantly.
We were soon on the airport bus heading to the city. As we got on, she grabbed me by the hand and led me to the far back. I wasn’t sure why since there were several empty seats we had passed, but after we sat down and were on our way, I quickly discovered the reason.
She was wearing one of her denim miniskirts that drove me nuts and had taken my hand and placed it between her legs. I inched my way up inside and realized she wasn’t wearing any panties. She parted her legs a bit and in no time, I was sliding my fingers across her drenched lips, pumping them inside and softly rubbing her swollen clit. She was biting down on her lip to keep herself from screaming and burying her head against my shoulder. I continued fingering her as we drove along the highway and she must have cum at least three times in the 50 minutes or so it took us to reach the hotel.
As we stood up to leave the bus, I mentioned that the back of her skirt was super wet and she removed her sweatshirt and wrapped it around her waist to hide the results of our activities. That’s when I noticed she wasn’t wearing a bra and her puffy nipples were rock hard, pressing against the thin fabric of her t-shirt. She had the most perfectly cute, perky tits and knew I loved it when she didn’t wear a bra.
In what seemed to take hours at registration, we finally got to the room and the moment we closed the door, she dropped to her knees and started removing my pants. She soon had my raging hard cock in her mouth, taking all of me and sucking like she hadn’t eaten in days. This lasted for a couple of minutes and her mouth felt amazing, as always, but I had to be inside her again.
I grabbed her hands and pulled her up for another embrace and passionate, sloppy kiss and carried her to the bed. We didn’t even remove the rest of our clothes. The minute she laid down, she pulled her skirt up as I got on top and shoved my cock into her so quickly. She loved it a little rough and I pounded my cock in and out of her wet pussy just the way she enjoyed it. We switched positions and I held her tight as I rolled over and pulled her on top of me. I had missed how delicious she was and guided her to my face as I slid my tongue against her lips. Her taste was even better than I remembered it – so intoxicatingly sweet and musky. I loved it when she would sit on my face which, lucky for me, was often.
After a few minutes of enjoying her succulent juices, I slowly started to push her away from my mouth, and instinctively, she knew just what to do. She sat above my cock and I held it up as she lowered herself upon me. She was bouncing up and down so hard I thought the bed might collapse. I had never seen her so wild. It’s as if she was in a sex trance.
While she was crazily riding me, I tried something we hadn’t yet experienced before. I slid one of my fingers against her pussy to lube it up a little with her juices and then slowly slid it just inside her tight asshole. She didn’t protest and I took that as my queue to continue pushing it further. I then added another finger and she could barely contain herself. She was bouncing up and down on me as if I was a trampoline and clenched her fingers so tight into my shoulders that her nails started to cut into my skin. I didn’t care. This was the best feeling I had ever known before. I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer and tried to pull her off me before I exploded. She wasn’t having any of that and just as she started cumming again herself, I blew my load deep inside her pussy. We pretty much both collapsed at that point and ended up falling asleep.
When we woke again, it was already dark outside and we were feeling hungry. But I groggily remembered about cumming inside her and she just smiled and said she had started taking the pill several days before I arrived so we could be as spontaneous as possible and not need to worry. Such a selfless thing for her to do and something we had never discussed doing prior to my arrival.
We then showered quickly, changed and went out to explore part of the city and get something to eat. Everything seemed to flow perfectly. We walked around hand-in-hand and she was enjoying showing me some of the places she liked and where she had been some of the times she had been messaging me previously.
Before long, we were back in the room and in bed again. This time our sex was more loving, more sensual, and more romantic. We were just so thankful about being together again. We tried so many different positions and fucked multiple times per day. In the hotel, on the beach, in the stairway of her friend’s apartment building, in the bathroom of another friend’s apartment, behind some abandoned building, in her old bedroom at her parents place, in the public bathroom at a park, on the playground at a school late at night.
We just couldn’t get enough of each other. And she was continuously wet and ready to go, seemingly no matter the situation. When we were alone, she would enjoy wearing these almost too tight tank tops along with her cute panties, or one of my long button down shirts and nothing else. She’d like to stand in front of me with this mischievous smile and ask if I wanted a taste as she slid her panties to the slide exposing her slick moist lips. I’d stroke my fingers across her lips and immediately put them in my mouth. Sometimes she’d grab my arm before I could have a taste and she’d suck them herself. She loved licking her own juices and really got off when I lay beside her and sucked her nipples as I fingered her. There was never a time she couldn’t cum when I did that. And when my fingers were sopping wet, I’d move them to her mouth and she’d lick them clean while we tried to kiss.
But in 11 short days (far too short), my trip was ending and time for me to return home. This was probably the hardest thing either of us had faced before. On the long flight back home, I made the decision that I wanted to be with her for the long-term. As soon as I landed, I texted her while I was waiting in baggage claim and told her my idea. She called me a few seconds later – absolutely ecstatic and let out something between a squeal and a screech. It took a little bit of planning, but in five months, I had quit my job, sold a bunch of my belongings and returned to her so we could start our life together. To be continued…
And ‘T’, in the virtually non-existent chance you might ever read this: “Thank You for the wonderful experiences and beautiful memories. I will continue to treasure them as long as I breathe. You’re missed.”
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/rsmskl/mf_adventures_and_escapades_with_canada_gal_part_1
Great read but also sad from last sentence as sounds liked there’s not a happy ending