“I have the world’s biggest favor to ask of you.”
“Now I’m nervous.”
“Can you rub my neck when I get there? I’m sore.”
“My hands are tiny and weak but absolutely.”
So it began. She answered the door in furry boots and a black robe because she didn’t want to put on clothes. I couldn’t complain. A pale girl with red hair from the other coast, whose face echoed a smiling Natalie Dormer in some ways, whose bra size I incorrectly guessed (silly me said 34C, to whch she laughed and corrected me: 32DD). I felt a tad overdressed – I don’t wear shoes from England out too much but this was as worthwhile an occasion as any – but doubted it mattered, when we’d be undressed soon enough.
I sat between her legs and she rubbed my neck while we chatted. I like to learn about people and glean what I can from them. I was glad that she was amusing and straightforward; we agreed it’s weird for someone to have a cheerleading fetish past their mid-20s (although I’d find it hard to say no if a freshly-turned-18-year-old decided to don her outfit for me as a surprise…but I digress). After a few minutes of neck rubs, we switched. I’m fine at massages, but I just like giving them – plus, it’s attractive to feel a girl’s tension slip away.
I tilted her head back and gave her a peck. “That was short – but nice. That’s a good sign.”
We transitioned to kisses and neck nips, ear bites and clavicle licks. Her robe slid off, as did her panties and leather zipper bra (a nice touch). I turned her over and felt her ass before I slapped it and she had a full-body recoil and tremble. I broke a few blood vessels and apologized, but she said it was fine. Thank god.
She told me she could cum just from making out. So, naturally, that meant I had to achieve such a thing. Which I did. What I’ve learned is that anytime a woman issues you a statement or a challenge (“I love being kissed on the neck” or “I can take any level of roughness”) you have to follow through on it. She made a coy suggestion to move to the bed, since she was grinding on my leg on the couch and she didn’t want to soak my jeans. I happily agreed
By the time we were nude and I was inside her, her facial expressions said it all, alternating between awe with furrowed brows and an open mouth to sly lip bites and grins. She covered her mouth a few times to muffle her screams, so I snatched her wrists away so she could yell whatever she wished. I know a few angles that hit pretty deep, and I can’t explain the satisfaction that comes from those specific thrusts. We did have to dial it back every so often because the cervix can only take so much.
“You are. So. Fucking. Deep.” Said with each thrust. Then, in an offhand way, a compliment: “You fuck deeper than the 9 inch dicks I’ve had.” Oh, you make me blush.
Also, I had forgotten how wonderful it is to be enveloped by someone who can deep throat. Not that I’m the absolute biggest, but still. Not many are skilled enough, and she was. It was easy for her, and she smiled so much, looked so pretty with me in her mouth. Had she winked, I would’ve lost it all.
In between bouts of fucking, we cuddled and talked about our past, our likes, our relationships, our interests. I played the dusty guitar that sat in her living room and tried to explain my groove. She assured her friends that she wasn’t being kidnapped.
We fucked four times and drenched a few towels. We didn’t get to some of our itinerary – I didn’t use the belt, we didn’t lube her other hole, we didn’t snap any photos – but we did agree this would happen again.
Fittingly, her hips hurt two days after our session. We agreed she may need to stretch ahead of time, just to be on the safe side.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/si0x2a/her_first_time_with_someone_from_reddit_a_raobj
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