I’ve been speaking with Dan for months. We shared countless naughty photos and texts together. However, I kept finding excuses not to see him despite knowing what a hunk he is. Sometimes I think of him as Adonis—good looking, tall, broad, with complete abs and an impressive cock. The insecure person in me can’t stop thinking about what a guy like him would be doing with a woman like me—average looking, fun-sized, chubby, and with a hint of psycho.
One day, I was thinking, “What the heck, fuck it, let’s just meet.” We decided to meet over lunch during workday. It was unusual for me to come early for a meet-up, but I couldn’t wait a minute longer in the car. I was there for 5 minutes before he came in, looking delectable as fuck. I swear I got 99 things to do to him and none of them was innocent.
I called him out to our table at the far end. To my surprise, he chose the seat next to me instead of in front of me. Goodness me, he had this subtle smell of his cologne under his shirt, and I just wanted to rip off his buttons just so I could smell him better. I tried to be normal like he didn’t affect me at all and ordered my drink (for once I couldn’t stomach eating anything), I’ve got my words stumbled everywhere. Way to go, girl!
Of course he was being himself, all natural, I thought to myself that he must have done this a thousand times already. Half an hour later, people started to flock out of the cafe. Getting comfortable with each other, he shuffled nearer to me and advanced by slipping his hand into my top. I am many things, but I never dared to do anything bold in public. My eyes were bulging at him when he unsnapped my bra there and then, impressively with two skilled fingers. This motherfucker had some nerves on him, telling me he already had his hard on. Not remembering whose brilliant idea it was, we called off from work that afternoon and checked ourselves into a hotel.
The elevator ride was exhilarating as our horny hormones were already buzzing. He grabbed my ass in his huge palm while waiting for the doors to open. I could feel it in my bones. These hands were made for me. We got into the room minutes later. To my disappointment, he didn’t walk with me to the bed. He just stood there in the entrance after sliding the key in.
Seeing the question marks in my head, he said, “Show me what you do when you’re thinking of me.” I sat down on the bed, still fully clothed, recalling what sinful acts I did to myself just thinking of his cock. I balled my skirt up to my waist. Without taking my undies off, I slid my fingers to my folds. I watched him while biting my lower lip, and I noticed his Adam’s apple bobbed watching me too.
When I first slipped my middle finger inside me, I couldn’t help but escape a soft moan from my mouth. Fuck, I was already wet and warm, ready for another finger to enter me. I leaned my back onto the bed, taking my finger out only to see how glossy my finger was covered with my own wet. I then inserted two fingers in. By now I’d already forgotten someone stood there watching me.
I started stroking myself with my fingers. Then, I thought I heard metal clanking. Sure enough, he was taking off his belt and I swear I could never forget the bulge through his boxers. He made his way towards the bed, taking my hands off myself and pinning them on top of my head. He pressed himself on me, rubbing his cock along my wetness with my undies still tucked to the side. My fuck, he was fucking thick, just how I imagined him to be from all the pictures he sent me. I believed he was trying to cover his cock with my juice before putting it in, but I was no saint and I couldn’t wait a minute longer. “Dan, I need you to fuck me” were exactly my words to him, pleading with him to fuck me.
He planted his face in the crook of my neck, inhaling me, lightly biting me there, and said “ask and you shall receive.” I had my eyes closed when he pushed his cock inch by inch until he was balls deep inside me. He still had his hard grip on my hands and I was already dying to touch him. He started out slow, adjusting his size to my tight pussy. I didn’t feel any pain or discomfort, just pure pleasure having him filling my hole. I could feel my pussy sucking in his cock every time he stroked out. I didn’t expect him to let go of my hands minutes later but I remembered him saying “be a good girl”, you bet I am.
I placed my hands on his ass, pressing him closer to me. I just wanted him deeper inside me. Our bodies were slick from the heat. The AC was doing us no good. If you were to stand outside the door, you could totally hear us growling like animals. I came shortly before him, arching and quivering beneath him. He asked me where he should cum, I didn’t have to answer him because I was locking him with my legs wrapped around him. His cum oozed out as he was still pumping as he came and when he took it out, I got my fingers onto the dripping cum and pushed it back inside me.
We did not move or talk for a good 10 minutes, just laying down there, and then he got up to get a towel to clean me up. Just then before cleaning me up, he changed his mind, “No, I’m not going to clean you, I want you to go home with my cum still inside you.” So, I came back home with cum dripping out of my pussy that day. That night, I fantasised about having his cock inside me again.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/xmlmk9/fm_meeting_the_adonis