So, this will be *very* long because it’s the first in what will, likely, be many Stories. Since my (F)iancé and I(M) have decided that it would be fun to share our “experiences” with you all. Hopefully you do, because I’ll be posting them anyways :P
This story took place in the Summer of 2016, when I first moved to New York from my native Hampshire (England, I don’t mean New Hampshire). I was 26, a few weeks from turning 27, and I had just finished my 8th Year in Her Majesty’s own Grenadier Guards (For those who don’t know, we’re the chaps in the big hats and red tunics outside Buckingham Palace). I had moved to Manhattan with a friend from the Regiment, and we decided to go out drinking to celebrate- nothing in particular, just life, liberty and the pursuit of Liquor.
Now not to brag (well maybe a little) I scrub up well. The Regiment keeps one in good shape, I’m dead on 6’1″, and I still sport my Army issue buzz cut and clean shave (its an easy look to maintain what can I say). But when I stood at the bar, just gone ten I was struck dumb. It started with a hand on my shoulder, I turned expecting to ask my friend what shot he wanted, and instead saw Ellie. My now Fiancé. A black dress down past her knees, a slit in one side showing a long tanned leg. The cut pushing up her ample cleavage. A small gold cross hung around her neck, resting on her breasts. Looking up more I came to her shoulders, narrow and somewhat angular, a small rose tattooed running along her collarbone, the flower sitting at the base of her neck- partially hidden by the long wavy black hair that spilled across her shoulders. She smiled at me, with a look in her eyes I had never before seen, a look I now know to be false confidence while internally going “whatamIdoingwhatamIdoingwhatamIdoing”. In stunned silence I stood looking with my resting-bitch-face into that smiling beauty. On autopilot I almost saluted, since the last woman who inspired awe like that has her face on money, but managed to catch myself- running my hand through my hair as if that was my intention.
She pulled me from the bar and I followed almost in a trance, we moved across the dance floor, her back to me as she led me through the crowd. Honestly she could’ve been leading me into a mugging but what can I say? I was using my other brain.
We reached a table where she was sitting with friends. The 2 women grinned as if amused (I found out later, they hadn’t expected this to work). I was pushed into a specific seat and Ellie sat opposite me. It took me a minute to realise, sat in front of me was the same thing I’d been drinking all night, a Manhattan (I found the symmetry funny, sue me). I was baffled for a moment, before looking at Ellie and seeing that adorable mix of nervousness and surprise at her own brilliance.
We made our introductions and talked for a while, mainly about me, my time in the regiment, my experiences. All whilst the two friends watched intently, like Wolves waiting for a sign of weakness so they could tear me apart. Ellie held out her hand, and I (apparently channelling my Victorian Gentleman) took it, shaking it daintily as if she were a noble lady. For once, I saw her confused, as if baffled by what had happened. Her friends looked on as Ellies expression changed, her brain finally catching up. She looked at me, bemused with an eyebrow raised.
“I was asking if you wanted to dance”
I’ve never gone so red in my life.
The night went on without any further outbursts of Englishness (mostly), we danced, drank and sang. Ellie occasionally brushing against me as we danced, my hands on her hips and hers on my chest. And then our song came on “Phillip Phillips – Raging fire”. We danced closer and closer until her hips and mine were in perfect concert, her lips meeting mine sporadically as we moved. The focus quickly going from our movement, to the hands roaming across each others bodies, hers found my chest, my arms, and my waist. Mine ran along her curves, feeling the perfection in front of me, a hand wandering up her leg by the slit in her dress.
A few hours later I was taking a break, seated at the table with one of the Friends, whilst Ellie and the other one danced. I was once more being politely interrogated, sipping my drink casually and enjoying the well-intentioned badgering and moral judgements. I watched on as Ellie swayed on the dance floor, transfixed until- an arm was around her waist. Ellie pushed away from the man but I was already on my feet, a little drunkenly self-righteous. He moved toward her again, and she pushed him back again. One final time he moved toward her, his hand outstretched to take her arm, before her fist connected with his jaw, knocking him off stride. A second later mine struck the side of his head. He clattered sideways over an unoccupied low table. Ellie looked at me, eyes fiery with a mixture of horror, arousal, and excitement before she grabbed my hand and dragged me toward the bathrooms. In confusion I followed her, realising quickly what was happening. One of the bouncers followed us, apparently having seen our antics. The fire exit crashed open as Ellie slammed herself against it. We paused for a second finding ourselves in an alley, realising her heels weren’t the best option for running from a bouncer and- most likely- the asshole once he got back up. In a moment of drunken brilliance Ellie jumped onto my back, arms around my shoulders. Recognising what she was planning I hooked my arms under her legs, and sprinting with her on my back, out of the alleyway and down half the block before Ellie eventually managed to stop laughing and shouted for me to let her down.
Coming to a stop I did as she asked, even kneeling so that she was properly on the ground rather than just drop her. We realised then that at some point one of her heels had gone missing. Catching my breath I turned to face Ellie as she leaned against a shop front. She held my gaze for a second before we both erupted into uncontrollable belly laughter.
Through the snorting she managed to ask me “what the fuck was that?”
“Which part? The bit where you hit him, the bit where we ran, or the bit where *I* ran?”
“all of it!”
“I think that was the end to one hell of a night out”
She smirked at me then “End? No no no!” She stepped closer, looking up into my eyes from her 5 foot 7 standing height. “You owe me big time!”
I snorted, looking at this petite woman squaring up to me on the street “Whatever for?”
“The Heels!”
“Heel, singular” I corrected, smiling
“I cant buy just one, asshole!” she laughed, swatting my chest lightly “and if you don’t pay up, you’ve seen my left hook!”
“So, just how do I pay? Paypal, Venmo, I think I have a chequebo-”
I never finished my sentence as she kissed me forcefully, shutting me up in an instant as she stepped quickly around me, jumping again onto my back. “Now, onward! We need a cab” she shouted in the worst British accent I’ve ever heard, pointing ahead of us, before cackling madly.
After a while we found our way back to her place, paying the Cabbie double for the inconvenience of our heated making out on his backseat (and also because I was in too much of a rush to wait for change). Crashing through the front door pulling at eachothers clothes, my shirt coming off easily enough- though missing a few buttons- and her dress straps sliding easily enough off her shoulders before she pushed me away, looking over my shoulder. I span quickly, a little too fast as it took my eyes a moment to catch up, I wobbled slightly before I managed to focus on the 2 women seated on the sofa, looking at us with a mixture of smugness and shock as the TV played in front of them.
Yep, Ellies friends (as it turns out, roommates) had made it home before us, and now here I stood, belt hanging off and shirt gone, like a deer in headlights before the two of them. Ellie snorted again, I stood motionless, as if her roommates were actually T-rex’s. Before I had time to think of something that would make this situation less awkward, Ellie grabbed my hand and dragged me across the lounge into her bedroom, slamming the door behind us as she pushed me onto the bed, I collapsed still a little wobbly, and shocked by the last few seconds as she climbed ontop of me, pulling my belt away and throwing it as I felt her hands going to my waistband. In an instant I felt the cool air, and then a sudden intense heat.
Looking down I saw her lips wrapped around my tip, tongue flicking it gently as she met my eyes, before sinking her head onto my full length in a single movement. Not to brag but I’m not small, about 6 and a half inches with a good girth- and I have never seen a girl take it all as deep as she did in that first attempt. A moan escaped my lips as I threw my head back, feeling her tongue run along the underside of my shaft. She held herself down on my cock, her throat relaxed as she deepthroated me, lips kissing my base tenderly. After a few seconds she came up for air, smiling at me sweetly as she stroked my cock- massaging in her saliva.
“Now, if you can make me moan like that, you’re off the hook for the heel”
I sat up quickly, switching places with Ellie as I pulled off her dress. Stopping for a moment to marvel at her body. Her legs were long and tanned. Her hips were wide and covered slightly by royal blue lingerie panties with a lacy hem, curves leading up to a slightly chubby but still toned stomach, further up in a matching blue lace bra sat her glorious 36DD breasts, perfect globes sitting on her chest. Her head lay on the pillow behind her, a cream coloured “teddy bear” duvet complimenting her hair perfectly, the long black waves fanned out on the pillow and spilling across her shoulders.
She looked at me impatiently “I’m not made of fucking glass” she blushed a little, somewhere between incredibly horny, and embarrassed of how I was looking at her semi-naked body. I began to pull at her panties, she raised her ass up slightly to let them slide off with no impediment, down her legs until I discarded them off the side of the bed. Whilst I marvelled she had undone her Bra clasp (Ladies, do you really have so little confidence in men?), I pulled the straps down her shoulders, and threw the Bra away too (I later realised I’d thrown the 2 items in opposite directions, for accidental dramatic flair). She lay before me naked on the bed, her legs at either side of my waist as she blushed furiously whilst I absorbed the view.
“Come here” she whispered, beckoning me closer
I leant down to lean over her, looking directly into her eyes. And in a move that WOULD have been incredibly sexy, Ellie gripped my dangling St. Christopher pendant in her teeth, pulling me closer in an attempt to kiss me. But in panic that I nearly headbutted her, I pulled away- the clasp snapping and the chain falling from around my neck as Ellie held the pendant still in her teeth, looking up at me, spitting it out before we both burst out laughing.
“So… Do we owe eachother now?” I asked- feigning confusion, still positioned over her missionary style, my arms either side of her shoulders penning her in.
“No, I already gave you the best head of your life” She laughed back
“Was it that good though?” I pondered aloud
“pffff, like anyone’s made you moan like that before”
“What are you, a mind reader?”
She laughed as I kissed down her toned stomach, kissing up and down the insides of her thighs. I nibbled gently as her laughs moved slowly into whimpers and gasps as she bit her lip, humming as she tried to retain her moans.
Enjoying this competition far too much I began to kiss along her vulva gently, kissing each lip individually as she squirmed and the humming got louder until eventually she gasped in desperation “Just fucking give me something!” (Its worth noting that giving a woman oral is my favourite sexual act, so it was just as painful for me to tease her).
I slid my tongue easily between her lips, now soaking wet in anticipation, feeling every inch of her wetness as my tongue worked over here, eventually coming to her clit. Almost like a frozen pea, hard when engorged with the blood rushing to her pussy. I worked my tongue slowly around it in circles, eliciting small half-whimpers-half-moans from Ellies lips as she arched her back slightly forcing her hips onto my face. I began to suck lightly on her clit, finally achieving my goal.
Like a pornstar she moaned aloud “ohhhhh fuck yes” as she bucked slightly. She began moaning freely, every noise escaping her lips like auditory honey, encouraging me on to find what she liked until I found a steady rhythm that had her bucking against my face slowly, rolling her hips into me. I slipped my index finger gently into her folds, curling it gently to stroke her G-spot as I sucked her clit, flicking it gently with my tongue when it came into my mouth, swirling around the nub when I wasn’t sucking it. Beckoning in a gentle motion, and the feeling of me pleasuring her clit quickly sent Ellie wild, her hips bucking madly as she squirmed, her thighs gripping my shoulders desperately as she twisted her hips as if trying to get off my tongue. My right hand rested between her legs, my index finger on her g spot, whilst my left hand was fanned out on her stomach, pressing down gently to hold her steady as she wriggled and timing small increases in the pressure on her stomach whenever I sucked on her clit.
We continued for a while like this, until she announced “Don’t fucking stop! Don’t stooo-” her sentence ended in a howling shriek as I sucked her clit again, and felt a sudden rush of fluid as her walls clamped around my finger, squeezing it tightly. Continuing to suck her clit as I removed my finger and let her squirt freely, soaking my chest, collar and neck as she spasmed wildly lay on her back, arms and legs twitching as her toes curled and her breath trembled.
As she came down from her high, I freed myself from between her thighs, moving to lay beside her, propping myself up on an elbow as she panted, still twitching intermittently like she’d just been tased, looking deeply into my eyes, smiling weakly.
“I…” she trailed off slowly, looking around my face before meeting my gaze again and flushing red “Nobody’s ever made me do that”
“You feeling okay?” I laughed softly as I looked into her eyes
“Some water, please”
I nodded, sliding off the bed and recovering my jeans, slipping them on and walking out of the room into the lounge. Still sat cuddling on the sofa, were the 2 roommates, who I then learned were a couple. The taller of the two kissing her girlfriends neck as I crossed the room. I blame my casual attitude here on a mix of the drink and confidence that I knew those 2 had just heard the orgasm I gave their friend. Feeling like a stud, I searched the cupboards for a glass, the girl having her neck explored had said simply “next to the refrigerator”. Finding the glass I had looked at her, making eye contact and nodding respectfully “much obliged”. She bit her lip then as her girlfriend continued kissing her. I poured the glass of water, and grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl on the side, looking back to the girls on the sofa asking “You mind?” as I held up the apple. My only response was a moan, which I assumed meant “Fuck off we’re having a moment”.
Heading back into the bedroom I found Ellie sat cross-legged on the bed- hands folded neatly in her lap. Her hair a mess, her body covered in sweat and a notable wet patch on the bed. I looked directly at it, and she blushed furiously again, covering it with a pillow. I handed her the water and she gulped the whole glass down quickly. I sat on the bed and began eating the apple slowly, leaning back against her headboard. Ellie lay across my lap, her head resting on my shoulder as she breathed heavily.
“You know when you’re done with that apple?” She asked breathily
“Yeah?” I replied casually, running a hand through her hair as she leaned on me
“I want to make you feel like I just did” she blurted out, burying her face in my chest.
I laughed then, at how the girl who had teased me and made me compete all night had become so attached. Apparently squirting can do that, who knew?
I finished the apple quickly, tossing the core. I wish I could say I landed it perfectly in the trash, I didn’t, I missed entirely. Like, by a few feet at least.
Ellie straddled me then, my cock at her entrance as she looked at me, a burning desire in her eyes. She lowered herself slowly on my cock as I moved my hands to her hips to hold her steady. She moaned as I went deeper into her, whining slightly. Worriedly I asked her, “are you okay?”.
She nodded quickly, and leant in for a deep kiss. Breaking it off after a few moments she licked her lips and smirked, trying to reassert herself “I ever tell you how much I love apple juice?”
Obviously this wasn’t the killer line she thought it was.
I burst out laughing, but the laughter was cut short, replaced by a moan as she settled herself fully on my lap, bottoming me out inside her. We moaned a sweet symphony, as she ground her hips against me, we kissed one another and I told her between shaky breaths just how incredible she was. With each kiss I said something new “I love the way you moan”, “I love the way your hair gets all messed up”, “I love the way you smile”. I quickly noticed the twitching inside her with each compliment, so I laid it on thick. This was the point I discovered Ellie has a praise kink, big time. In one of my prouder moments I managed to cross my legs under myself, rock forward up onto my knees, and lay Ellie on her back- all without removing myself from her. She looked up at me then, big green eyes staring now with a little less lust, a little more love. I’m not ashamed to say this cold-hearted-soldier melted a little.
I began to fuck her slowly, each stroke bottoming out inside her. A moan escaped her lips each time I was fully in, a small whimper each time I pulled out until just the tip was resting inside her. Ellie looked up at me again as I made love to her slowly, letting her feel every movement. And then she said it again.
“I’m not made of fucking glass”
Granted, this time was much more laboured with her breathing, and it ended with a moan as I pressed my hips against hers.
“No, but you’re more radiant than any Crystal I’ve seen” I chuckled softly as I began to pick up the pace.
Between moans she replied “What the fuck are you, a warrior poet?”
I laughed again, sliding an arm under the small of her back as I leaned down, our tongues dancing, my left arm propping me up, my hand running through her hair, my right arm pulling the small of her back up as I fucked her harder and faster, keeping my steady buildup until the kiss got too much so instead she sunk her teeth gently into my shoulder as her hands clawed up my back.
We continued like this for a time, me still complimenting every aspect of her as she clung onto me with her whole body, until she released my shoulder and whimpered into my ear:
“Please dont stop”
“Why not?” I slowed slightly, but noticeably enough to make Ellie start rolling her hips in an attempt to keep the rhythm
She let her head go limp, falling back onto the pillow exasperated, those jade green eyes pleading with me “I think I might die”
A switch was flipped, one I didn’t know *could* be flipped.
I kissed her ravenously, our tongues battling as I picked up my speed again, fucking her into the bed as I held her tightly against my body. After a few minutes of listening to our skin slapping together, I was at my limit, unable to deny myself any longer I had intended to whisper into her ear, but instead it came out like a primal growl “You’re going to make me cum”. Apparently this was the final push Ellie needed, as I felt her walls clamp around me and her folds begin quivering. I pulled out quickly as Ellie gasped at the sudden absence, before she went limp, falling back onto the bed as another orgasm overtook her, the pleasure crashing over like storm waves on the tiniest fishing boat you’d ever see as she visibly twitched, her lower body convulsing rhythmically as my cock was freed from her, I exploded, plastering up her pelvis, and onto her stomach and tits.
She rolled onto her side slightly, bringing her knees up into a not-quite-foetal position as she covered her mouth with one hand, the other one going to her stricken clit, she rubbed it slowly as I lay next to her, spooning as my hand replaced hers, which she accepted willingly, guiding my hand exactly where she wanted it, moving it as she wanted. We lay like that for a moment as her orgasm subsided and I kissed the back of her neck, (somehow even her sweat tasted sweet?).
She leaned back against me, and took my right hand from between her legs, moaning a little as it moved away. Before draping it over herself and pulling my left arm under her head as a pillow.
“So….” I began, a smile forming on my lips
“If you ruin this moment, with something about us being even… I will fucking kill you” she said shakily, still catching her breath
“Yes, Ma’am”
We caught our breath lay like that, and then cleaned up as best we could. Before pulling a blanket over ourselves, returning to our spooning position (except now she was clothed in some pyjama shorts and a vest).
We fell asleep in eachothers arms, and that’s the story of how I met the love of my life, and future Mrs. u/Throwawayname_97
DISCLAIMERS
Do not follow random hotties away from your friends in bars, Do not accept random drinks, Do not assault someone then flee the scene (well, unless he’s a dick), Do not traumatise Taxi drivers, Do not go to random apartments in a new city, and Do not forget a condom. Obviously none of these apply to yours truly :P
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/t7mbp7/a_raging_fire_mf
Brilliant!