I was never a good science student, but I love good chemistry. At least in the sexual sense. Every now and then, you meet someone who you have instant sexual chemistry with, and it’s mind-blowing. Last night was one of those nights.
To properly tell this story, I have to rewind three years when I matched with a girl on Bumble, who I’ll call “Angela.” She was a very cute blond, about 5’2″ and curves in all the right places. We flirted a bit, exchanged numbers but never ended up meeting, probably because I found myself in a relationship shortly after that. Oh well, we all make mistakes!
Fast forward to a couple of weeks ago, I matched with a very cute blond on Bumble; I think you can connect the dots. We began flirting again, unbeknownst to either of us that we had already matched, and soon exchanged numbers… again. That night I received an unexpected phone call from a drunk Angela saying that she had texts from me from three years prior. We joked about how we never met and that we should amend that, so plans were made. I pushed my luck a bit, still gauging Angela, by introducing some R rated jokes to the chat, and as I gave her a proverbial inch, she took a mile. She was soon talking about taking my cock in her mouth and I reciprocated by saying I was thinking about shoving my face between her legs.
“You’re dangerous,” I told her. I could feel the sexual tension building and now, three years later, I needed to meet Angela.
Angela’s business trip ran late so we had to reschedule our plans but on the night we eventually decided to meet, it was raining, so I played the obvious R rated joke card.
“You don’t mind getting wet tonight, do you?” I texted.
“No, not at all!” She replied.
“That was an R rated joke.” She then responded with a GIF saying that went “right over her head.”
We shared a couple of drinks at a local lounge, where I moved myself to a couch next to her and kissed her for the first time. The feeling of sexual tension continued to escalate as we discovered our chemistry translated to kissing. We couldn’t take our hands or lips off of each other for the rest of the night, but unfortunately, her job forced her hand and the night ended prematurely.
Enter last night.
“I don’t know how I’m going to keep my hands off you all night,” I told her as we grabbed a bite and drinks along a waterfront setting. I gazed up and down her moss green dress, which flatteringly hugged her stunning curves, covered partially by a denim cardigan. Her seductive smile proved to be irresistible to me, and I needed to rip that dress off of her. My hand lightly ran over her firm, bubbly ass. I can’t remember the last time I felt something so perfect. “You look so fucking hot.”
“Hmm, so you say. You look really hot too,” Angela replied, biting her lower lip.
After we finished our food and drinks, we walked along the water for a few minutes, and the obvious jokes surfaced.
“You don’t mind getting wet tonight, do you?” I repeated from the other night, jokingly suggesting we go skinny dipping.
“I’m already wet,” she responded. “It’s bad.”
“Fuck Angela, you’re dangerous.” My eyes glanced up and down her dress. “That dress looks good on you. I bet it looks better off you.”
“Mmm, I think you’re right.” The kissing intensified. Our tongues began to swirl around in each other’s salivating mouths.
We walked back to my car, with several pauses to lock lips and tongues again, and our hands explored each other. Once we sat in the car, I leaned over and continued kissing her, subtly tilting her seat back and to her encouragement, running my hands under her dress, my much larger hands dominating her stunning C cups and tucking under the elastic shorts she had under her dress.
“Take my shorts off,” she instructed, and I obliged, revealing a lacy black thong to match her lacy black bra.
“Fuck, you’re so dangerous.”
“You keep saying that,” Angela giggled. Our lips intertwined again as our breathing became heavier. “I’m so wet,” she whispered. My curious hand got the best of me and ran over the front of her thong and noting her nod of approval, snuck into the lacy fabric. I felt the wetness on her thong before I even felt her, but my finger grazed over her clit and her body shook instantly. I gently rubbed her clit and then ran down to her dripping pussy.
“You’re so sexy. You’re making me hard already.” I guided her hand to my jeans, where she felt a swelling bulge.
“You’re pretty hot too,” she replied. My fingers became soaked in her, tugging upwards inside her, causing immediate moans.
“We need to get this dress off you,” I said.
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Roughly 20 minutes later, I shut the bedroom door and pulled her cardigan off. I guided my hands up and down the green dress, outlining her amazing tits and spectacular ass before sliding my hand up underneath the dress, feeling her silky smooth skin all the way up. Angela lifted her arms as I broke the kiss and pulled the dress over her head, leaving her in the lacy black bra and thong.
“Fuck, Angela, you’re so sexy.”
“You keep saying that!” She stared at me in a seductive manner and glided her hand under the open button of my shirt. She leaned in for a kiss and slid her hands under my shirt, delicately running up my chest and eventually pulled my shirt off. We kissed again and my hands continued to explore her sensational body for a few seconds before playing with the hooks of her bra, which resulted in her bra falling to the floor. As we twisted our tongues together, I guided her back towards the back and laid her on her back. I loosened my belt and lowered my jeans to the floor and climbed over her, feeling my chest on her incredible perky C cups.
My hands cupped her tits perfectly and I squeezed them gently, causing Angela to moan and causing my bulge to grow against her leg. I began running my lips over her neck, gently sinking my teeth into her skin. My mouth wandered down to her tits, starting on her right.
“One of them is my favorite,” she said. “You’ll find out why.”
After spending a few seconds on her right, I moved over to her left breast and she immediately shook and moaned. My mouth wandered again down her body until I was between her legs. I picked up her legs and leaned them on my shoulders. I kissed both of her inner legs and then traced around her soaked pussy for a minute and brushed against her clit. Her body begged me for more and she moaned even louder. I lifted my arms and cupped her tits in my hand while my tongue danced around her clit and then down to her pussy. I felt my face become showered in her wetness, which motivated my tongue to slide around faster, alternating between her pussy and clit. Angela’s moaning became more audible by the second and I could feel myself swelling up in anticipation. I slid one finger, then a second into her soaking wet pussy and flicked my tongue over her clit.
“Can I suck you?” As if that were even a question, I obliged.
I laid back on the bed and watched as Angela’s sexy figure rotated until her head was right over my swelling cock. She massaged me with her small hands and I felt her tongue brush my tip. Within seconds, her mouth lowered itself onto me as her tongue swirled around me. My hand reached for her hair as she released my shaft, only to take it back in her mouth again. She worked wonders for a couple of minutes, then licked my shaft up and down, massaging it again in her hand before my cock once again disappeared in her mouth. She moved her hands to my balls while her mouth consumed my cock. To be honest, it was as hard and as big as I’ve ever been.
Within a few minutes, I climbed up over her and effortlessly slid into her tight wetness. We let out simultaneous moans as my cock dove into the wetness and squeezed between her tight walls. I leaned on my arms, intermittently kissing her as I leisurely pulled my cock in and out of her. I practically splashed my way back in every time, bathing in her soaking wet pussy. My motions were deliberate for the first few minutes before gradually picking up my pace. Each thrust felt better than the last, feeling the combination of her wetness and tightness.
Several minutes later, I laid on the bed and watched Angela’s sexy body climb over me, as my cock disappeared into her drenched pussy. She shifted her hips, which was quite a sight to watch as my she engulfed every inch of me inside her. I matched her motions, shoving myself deeper into her as she leaned in for a kiss. I reached for her tits and gently squeezed them. Angela kept riding me at a consistent pace and we kept in sync until I told her I wanted her from behind.
Angela’s ass staring me in the face was an equally enjoyable visual as watching her tits in front of me. Sliding into her and plowing into her pussy while her ass jiggled in front of me was even better. I thrusted in and out of her, leaning over her back and reaching for her clit for a while, then picking up my pace, slamming my body against her ass as my cock buried itself into her, making her moans louder.
“Are you ready for me?” I whispered, thrusting faster deep inside her. I heard some semblance of an “mhm” and picking up to the fastest speed I could manage, I felt myself about to burst. A couple of moans later, my balls unleashed an enormous eruption.
I laid down next to her to catch my breath. That was a mind-blowing first round and we both knew it. We made small talk for a few minutes before she casually mentioned “I’m still wet.” My fingers were curious enough and were soon deep inside her. I also began to gently play with her tits and I noticed how sensitive her left breast was every time I touched it. I began to tease her, barely grazing it with a finger or breathing on it and then tapping my tongue against it. Every time I did this, her body nearly convulsed in pleasure. It was like pressing a button and activating a waterfall between her legs.
This discovery swelled me up quickly and I leaned on top of Angela, sliding in instantly. This round wasn’t a marathon, it was a sprint. I laid on top of her and watched myself accelerate my thrusts. She felt so wet and so tight, I could have exploded right there but I slowed down for a bit to enjoy a couple minutes. I felt and heard Angela cumming soon after that and I again asked “are you ready?” I picked up my pace as fast as I could go, plunging as deep into her as I could, hearing my balls slap up against her. Within seconds, I was erupting again.
After collapsing on the bed next to her, my hands continued to explore her body and teasing her hyper-sensitive left breast. I finished her off again by eating some dessert.
“You’re so dangerous,” I said.
It took us three years to meet, but I’d venture a guess that it’ll be far less for our next gonewildstories adventure to happen.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/xfeux4/mf_it_took_three_years_to_meet_the_girl_who_blew