When I was 22 I had my first real relationship with love, sex and everything. We met online and hooked up on weekends, getting motel rooms because we still lived at home and we had an hour or so of distance. We chatted online for nearly a week straight before meeting.
She was 20, a slim woman with large breasts and gamer cred. Every detail we shared convinced me I had hit the girlfriend jackpot and I’m sure she felt the same way; we attempted to kiss as soon as we met but couldn’t get our teeth out of the way. I am a sucker for hot women and the shy gamer girl I had chatted with was (and is) a bombshell. I was convinced my luck was too good to be true.
Despite initial plans to see a horror movie, we decided to make a quick stop to check out her SNES I believe (already a classic console back then.) Anyways that didn’t happen. I believe I am the worst person in the entire world at transitioning to physical romance. Fortunately it was a situation where only a mutual look in the eyes and a chance to kiss in private led to flying clothes. I had no idea how things were happening so fast but I was relieved to not have to think anymore. I needed to touch her and look at her as much as I could, but high priority making out made that difficult.
I had one trick in the bedroom: fingering the G-spot. We were already buck naked, if the video games or TV were turned on I cannot tell you, but that is how long I waited before I touched her pussy. All my practice turned out to not be necessary as the girl splashed before I was more than a knuckle deep. It was the strangest thing, liquid gushed out in one distinct golf ball sized sploosh. She felt awkward about it but I reassured her, actually at that point having to hold back my excitement as the girl of my dreams was also sexy as fuck.
She was discovering my erection when her family arrived home and the night became awkward. But I told you that story to tell you this one:
A month or two later when I picked her up she came out in a short skirt. Struck dumb as usual by her beauty and sexuality, I could only stare and smile as she got into the passenger seat. The skirt was well above the knee and I’m not even sure I said hello before I rested my hand on her thigh. (Honestly this doesn’t sound that charming to me now but it worked apparently.) My erection snaked down my pant leg; I had never before realized how turned on I could be by legs. We immediately headed for our motel room, which unlike our first encounter was prebooked.
We got motel rooms with two beds because we knew one would not be fit to sleep in. I was turned on by the display of arousal squirting represented but I wasn’t fascinated by it specifically, it was merely a side effect. Rather than fingerbang her all night we had advanced to the hard drug of fucking. Despite being convinced I was a nerd entering the relationship, it turned out I was an athletic young man with an 8 inch dick.
We scarcely had time for foreplay; I had already cum at least once as I found myself in a spot where I was fucking as hard as I could, doggie style, and felt that I could go forever. She screamed over and over as the bed was soaked by three spraying orgasms one after the other. The poor wet mattress was screaming nearly as much. It was still broad daylight despite us entering the room no earlier than 6pm and already being on round 3. A group of passersby outside stopped for a moment. “Damn!” I heard.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/w0uf1h/my_squirting_girlfriend_added_legs_to_the_list