Back in 2015, I was 21 and was messing with tinder. After a bad relationship I wasnt looking for something serious. i even make pretty clear in my bio I was looking for fun. And damn, what an out of the world woman I met.
In NYC, tinder is quite easy to find fun people to be with. And for guy, if you’re fit and regular looking was a pretty good damn start.
At the beginning, most girls seemed to wanted something fun like I did, had few dates here and there, but none of them seemed to actually be that fun. They were good people, but not what I was looking for. And also I didnt want a one night stand shit. I think I was deluded to think I could find something like a mix of fifty shades of grade and something more adventurous.
Well, I got marched with a girl who hd only photo of her in a mask. It was like those fancy gala mask… she was great, way above my league if I can be honest. I dont even know what is my league.
Our conversation soon picked up an air of mystery. She seemed reserved, but at the same side she slightly gave out a dirty and slutty side. Through out talk I could feel she was a perfect mixture of hell and heaven.
Out talk flowed like river. It was like I was talking to a old romance book. She was full of ideas, stories, and desires that made me crazy. And I could feel her kink in all her stories, it was almost as like she wanted me to notice her true side.
I was planning to invite her to a date in the park. More like a picnic or a outdoors cinema. For my surprise she invited me before I could say something. She sent me an address and asked me to suit up.
Well, full of emotions going through my body, I got there. It was a fancy building. The gatekeeper seemed to be waiting for me. He said, “you must be Mr.L. Let me show you the way”. He handed me a mask and told me to go straight to the top.
I confess I was way nervous now knowing she’s rich. I dont know why, but it made me feel small. I guess it was a sexist thing to think. Anyway, the elevator door opened. There was a ample reception room and there was a card on the table by the entrance saying “meet me upstairs”. If wasnt enough to live in a rooftop, it even had a second floor.
I headed to the second floor, it was a kitchen and a table with a incredible view to the city. And there she was in a spectacular black silk dress a just slightly above her knees. She wore no bra. The outline of her pierced nipple pressed against the dress revealed her dirty side. At her cleavage laid a beautiful emerald necklace that matched perfectly with her green eyes behind that mask and her light brown hair. Her hair, oh, her hair was wonderful, so flaring, a mix of brown and light brown, giving her a modern city girl look with an air of a girl from the beach.
Anyway, we sat to eat something she’s prepared. Both of us still wearing a mask. I could barely look at her eyes, they were a trap, locking me in that depth of stare. We didnt talk. We just ate. What a damn delicious food. After we finished she stood up came behind me leaned over to my ear and said “do you want me a bad girl or a good girl?”, no need to say what kinda girl I wanted.
She tied me off to the chair. She slowly took my pants off while looking deep in my eyes like she was watching everything my mind wanted her to do. I thought I was dreaming, when I came back to earth she was gagging with my full cock in her mouth giving me the greatest sloppy blow job ever. When she felt I was about to burst into her throat she swallow that cock till her nose was pressing on my body.
Well, after that night we had fun in so much exquisite places and in so many interesting ways. 2 years of friendship, but she hd to move back to Europe.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/t52gyw/the_women_in_the_mask_fm
That’s a great story! Very erotic. Did she wear the mask while blowing you?
Thanks for sharing.