No, really, she actually said that. Let me explain… (also I like writing and this is kinda long, skip ahead to where the sexy stuff starts if you’re so inclined)
I have a friend, Annie. She’s amazing. We’re very close friends. I’ve been to her house for Thanksgiving a few times, helped film her sister’s wedding, etc. But there’s no romance there. However, she does make an excellent wingwoman and an even better drinking buddy. This week, she had a friend visiting DC from Switzerland, and the friend ‘wanted to make out with an American man’ for the first time. Mara had been to the States before, but always while in a relationship, so never had the opportunity. Annie enlisted me, not necessarily to be that American man, but to at least join them on a bar crawl and have a blast. And so we did.
I had leftover jello shots from July 4th– who knew that people weren’t too into taking shots on a Monday night?– so I brought those over to Annie’s house to get things started. Mara was there, as well as some of Annie’s other friends, and they celebrated me for my culinary expertise (even tho good jello shots are pretty easy). So I was able to provide at least *one* American first for Mara.
A little about her– she’s a few years younger than me (29 to my 33), only an inch below my 5’10, and gorgeous. Light brown hair with bangs and a delightful streak of grey, hazel eyes, and an amazing body with an outfit to show it off. Slender with breasts small and perky enough to go braless, a crop top that put her midriff and belly piercing on display, and checkered pants that were flared at the bottom, but tight enough around her ass to provide a lovely silhouette. I might not have all that, but I know I’m attractive too– athletic build from climbing and yoga, lots of tattoos and chest hair, a well-shaped beard with flecks of grey, and what I’ve been told is a charming smile.
So after a few jello shots and some beers, we head to a bar. Showtime Lounge was first, a cash-only joint that’s super cheap and a good vibe. We had shots, mixed drinks, and got a good buzz on. Mara and I hit it off pretty well. We talked about our shared Italian heritage and the wonders of a good homemade marinara, extolled Annie’s virtues, and traded traveling stories. Annie, who gets drunk quickly but has the stamina to keep at it all day, was teasing Mara a little. About how she had never made out with an American man, so that’s their goal for her tonight. Someone asked why so specifically an American man, why would that be much different? And Mara quipped in a delicious European accent, “Because I want to know what freedom tastes like,” which got a big laugh out of all of us.
After another round, she mentioned wanting a cigarette and asked me what the cultural protocol was here. I told her while I usually offer someone a dollar for a smoke, that she, being a beautiful young woman, could probably just ask nicely. She blushed a little, but did just that, and managed to get one “for us to share”. I don’t smoke too often, but I wasn’t going to turn that offer down. She mentioned that she doesn’t get compliments frequently– apparently Swiss culture isn’t big on praise, and in her last relationship, she had to *ask* her partner to tell her she was pretty. I made sure to up my compliment game for the night, taking any reasonable opportunity to flatter her.
It was then that Annie, self-appointed Head Bitch In Charge, decided we would go elsewhere and start dancing. The rooftop bar, El Techo, supposedly featured Latin dancing, but was actually just playing techno and was kinda dead. So we got a round ofFireball shots and continued onward. The line for the speakeasy behind Capo Deli was too long and too slow, so proceeded to Wonderland Ballroom. That place is my jam. Packed upstairs, always fun in a dive-y kinda way, and a line that moves pretty quickly. While Mara got us drinks, I asked Annie– “Think I could be that American man she’s looking for?” She told me that I had her blessing and I should go for it. All I needed to hear.
The dancing was a blast. Even if I don’t have someone cute to dance with, I love drunk dancing. Mara definitely made this night better. Annie and I danced, she and Mara danced, but Mara and I got *very* close. With her grinding her hips back into me, I knew it was only a matter of time before we kissed. Still though, I didn’t want to cross a line, so while I had my hands on her hips, I pulled her into me and spoke into her ear, “Do you still want to kiss an American man?” She turned around and said, “Thank GOD,” and embraced me. Our lips met and wow, she’s an amazing kisser. Dynamic pacing, judicious use of tongue, occasional lip biting. 10/10, would kiss again.
~~~~~~~ sexy stuff here ~~~~~~~
Our dancing turned into a heavy makeout session, wherein she was grinding against the bulge along my left thigh. I kissed her neck and up to her ear, and asked, “So, how does freedom taste?” She laughed and retorted, “Great so far, but what if I wanted to taste more of you?” and hooked a finger inside the waist of my jeans. This sort of took me by surprise. I really was just expecting a makeout session with someone I’d likely never see again. And I was worried that, if anything went wrong, my friendship with Annie might be affected. I coyly demurred, saying that that sounds amazing, but maybe we shouldn’t ditch Annie. She told me Annie would be fiiiine, but I said that she could talk to Annie while I went to the bathroom.
When I returned, Annie was beaming at me. “Mara is closing her tab. You owe me a whole night of drinks for this– treat her right, ok?” I hugged her and told her of course I would. Mara and I found each other and walked back to my place, only three blocks away (another reason I love Wonderland). As soon as we got inside, our hands were all over each other. She was unbuttoning my shirt and planting kisses all over my chest, and I was doing my best not to just melt in pleasure so that I could return the favor. We were in our underwear before too long. I told her how hot she looked between kisses, effusive about her perky breasts and her pink nipples, her toned ass, her radiant skin. She was getting flush, and I realized she might have a bit of a praise kink. But after a drunken night of bar crawling, we were nowhere close to the right headspace to discuss kinks, much less to really indulge in them. So vanilla it was, and what a flavor it is.
I was stroking her through her panties and told her that it was my turn to taste her. “Oh my god, yessssss it’s been so long,” she said as she relaxed onto her back. I kissed her everywhere– her collar bone, her breasts, her stomach, her inner thighs. I could smell her musk through her damp lilac thong, and the best way to describe it is intoxicating. That smell *does* things to me, yknow? I hungrily peeled the wet material from her gorgeous pussy and admired it. A patch of short brown hair above two shaved lips that were engorged and pink and glistening. I couldn’t hold back any more; I dove in. I told her how fucking good she tasted, eagerly lapping up every drop of arousal I could find. I buried my tongue inside of her and she put a hand on my head, moaning into the crook of her other elbow. I hooked one of my arms under her thigh to secure it, and used the other hand to start fingering her. Just one digit at first, then two, then three. Not even doing much, just letting her gyrate her hips to dictate the tempo and intensity. That’s when I started curling my fingers against her g spot.
With my tongue on her clit, and my fingers inside of her, she was writhing with pleasure and now using a pillow to muffle her guttural moans. Her body began tensing up, and felt a little gush against my chin. Again, on my forearm. I kept going, through the peak until she finally relaxed her muscles, and then I let up, just holding my lips still against her clit. She was cursing and catching her breath, so I gently disentangled myself and crawled up to kiss her. She kissed me fervently, energized by the climax and pawing at the bulge in my briefs. “Your turn,” she said, repositioning to pull them down and let my cock spring free.
“Fuck, you have such a pretty cock,” she cooed. She kissed the shaft and the head, and started slowly, using her tongue here and there while just enjoying my cock. She rubbed her face against it and nuzzled it, her eyes closed in bliss. When she finally wrapped her mouth around the head, I moaned loudly, and so did she. She was bobbing her head up and down at a gradual pace. She held it at the base and coated the entire thing in saliva. She tried to take the whole thing in her throat, but couldn’t manage, but I didn’t care. Seeing her pretty face with drool on her chin and slightly teary eyes was hot as fuck. I knew I wouldn’t be able to cum from what she was doing, but it still felt great. She had one hand between her legs and I think she came once with my cock in her mouth. Which, god*damn* is hot.
I eventually asked her if I could get a condom, and she popped my dick out of her mouth and agreed. She got onto her back as I rolled it on (stay safe yall!) and was playing with her clit again. I knelt in front of her, pressing the head against her lips and simply admiring how blissed out she was. I took my time, just teasing my cock against her opening for several long moments before pressing it in. We both moaned. Loudly. I began fucking her with just the tip, and was stroking her legs when her fingers sped up and it looked like she came again. It was hard to go slowly after that, not in the least because she was looking at me with such desire that I almost came right away.
I sunk myself in, checking in and making sure she was ok, before I went all the way to the hilt. Planting my elbows on either side of her head, I continued kissing her as I began thrusting. I was already so close to cumming after hours of flirting and touching, so I tried to be gentle at first. But she wanted more. She wrapped her legs around me, her arms gripped my shoulders as she drew me closer, and whispered in my ear, “Harder.” Her hot breath gave me a shiver and I complied, of course. I slipped my arms beneath her and held her head into the crook of my shoulder and gave her all I could– I still have a light bruise on my shoulder from her teeth. Before too long, I told her I was about to cum, and she practically growled in my ear, “Yes yes yes.” I unloaded a night’s worth of lust into her as I groaned against the sheets and my whole body quivered. She held me tight for a few long minutes while we caught our breath and relaxed.
When I finally did get off of her, her hair was disheveled, but she looked so peaceful. I disposed of the condom and we cuddled for a while on the brink of sleep. She told me that she should probably go back to Annie’s for the night, so I ordered a cab for her. She thanked me for a lovely evening, and I returned the gratitude. She kissed me one last time before she walked out the door and left me with a parting joke, “Freedom tastes amazing.”
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/vwk39p/mf_i_met_a_girl_from_switzerland_and_she_wanted
Amazing story, hope you can see her again soon