[MF] That time during the presidential race

I’ve always had a thing for smart girls, and Sarah was one of the wittiest girls I had ever spoken to. We had met for all of 2 minutes, after matching on bumble. She had mentioned she was going on her first camping trip that weekend and didn’t have any gear. Luckily, I happened to have several things she needed, and even though we had only been talking online for a few days, I was drawn to her energy. I took a gamble, offered to let her borrow some things, and she took me up on the offer. So the very first time we met was in a parking garage at my office, she parked next to my car, we hugged, chatted for a minute, and loaded gear into her car.

*Bold, I know, I sure hoped I would see my camping gear again… and her, obviously her*

A week later I did in fact get my gear back and asked if she wanted to hang out with me. It was 2016, and the presidential race was pure chaos. We had deep and stimulating discussions around ideas and politics and I thought it would be fun to watch the debate together and… discuss it.

*I promise my intentions were…pure*

I did casually mention that if my roommate got home, it would be better to watch it in my bedroom then continue watching it downstairs. Roommate and I had very different political views and if he did come back, he would just want to argue about everything mid debate and I wanted to focus on Sarah.

*Okay maybe slightly less pure*

Sure enough, halfway through, he comes waltzing into the living room and that was our queue to bounce. We plop down on my bed, and continue watching. Inching closer with each minute that passes by. Pretty soon, our hips are touching, my heart rate is elevated, and I decide to lift my arm to put around her. Like a choreographed danced, she instantly slides in under my arm and puts her arm across my chest.

We smile at each other and continue watching the screen. Sarah starts caressing my chest, and it feels so good. And within moments, her hand is now under my shirt.

*It is on*

I flip her on top of me and we start passionately making out.

*Damn she’s a good kisser*

I move my hands to her hips and pull her top off, revealing a sexy black lace bra. We tumble a few times around in my bed, our hands quickly getting familiar with each others bodies and soon enough her pants are off too, showing a matching lace thong.

*Someone came prepared*

I am so hard. Her nails stroke me though my boxers and then she expertly slides her hands down and grabs my cock. I shudder with delight. The way her hands reach down my pants while we’re listening to a debate on foreign policy does something extra for me. The next thing I know, my boxers are off and my cock is between her lips. Her tongue has me already on the edge.

*Holy shit, I’m going to cum*

I pull her off my dick before I explode. I unclasp her bra and kiss my way down her body toward her thong. I slide it off and brush my fingers near her pussy. She is soaked. Dripping.

*God making girls wet turns me on*

She gasps as a slide a finger into her as my tongue dances around her clit. Her hands run through my hair as she whispers my name. She moans like she hasn’t been touched in years, like a carnal craving has come to life. She pushes my head away and climbs on top of me and slides me into her.

*Holy shit, it felt good*

There’s truly no better view than a woman riding you cowgirl. Her back arches as she moves up and down, her perky breasts bouncing as her every motion brings me closer to climax.

My body tenses, I won’t last another second. I explode. She whimpers as a swell inside of her. We fall to my bed, out of breath and in a blissful daze.

I ask: “Did you cum?”

She says: “Twice”

*Presidential debates and orgasms… if that’s not the American dream, then I don’t know what is.*

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/twzr2l/mf_that_time_during_the_presidential_race