Hey r/Gonewildstories,
Skip to the line break if you decide the leadup isn’t for your liking, this is the first thing I’ve writren at length in years so alittel rusty on my wordplay.
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It’s been awhile since I’ve ever posted about one of my encounters as I generally prefer to stick to some privacy for both my partners and I, but, I’m also a fairly big exhibitionist that like getting people turned on. I also recently saw a post talking about a lack of love for older than 30+ women and decided to share.
I’ve personally had alot of experience with people leading me on. I’ve talked to hundreds of people, sometimes months and they promise me all the things in the world but their in-person time. Recently I decided to tell people I’m leaving it in their court if we don’t meet for tea or a drink in a reasonable time. I’ve had people travel countries to see me, I’m getting too old for this and I want experiences and not just a bunch of wasted time. I wanted experiences I could WRITE about!
Right before New Year’s Eve I had matched with K [44F] on a fairly sex friendly dating app. She had a very long bio that talked about the nuances of her work being a massive drain on her energy to socialize and she was looking for someone to potentially dom her. Best way I could describe her appearance was long, thick brunette hair, balanced hip to waist ratio, and a proper mature appearance. She took care of herself and I wanted to take care of her.
We exchanged pleasantries and I informed her of some hypothetical ideas I may have done in the past. On NYE she was organizing for a party we had considered spontaneous plans to meet but it ultimately fell through and I ended up not hearing from her for 4 days until I sent her a text telling her
“Hey, this is feeling alittle forced on my part and I’m stepping back. If you ever feel like reaching out and reconnecting, I’d be happy to give it a shot. I’m just setting standards for how I want to meet someone, I’m not looking to move slow for something casual but I’m also not looking to go too fast for someone aswell. I’m just not interested in forcing conversations.”
Two days later I was up at 3:30AM reading about the current war in Ukraine. My room illuminated solely by apple spiced candlelight, my phone being the only noise pinging about as I received a text from her apologizing. Turns out she was watching a series on Netflix and sleeping poorly aswell. We texted about our inferest in international news and I asked her how she felt about me inviting myself over on NYE. She reminded me her isn’t wasn’t put out
“I was already late, so kinda glad it didn’t come to fruition bc then I would’ve been REALLY late”
Game on, I asked her if she still wanted a taste of what she “missed out on”,
“where do you live again?”
“[Redacted Central NJ Shore town]”,
she trailed in “Too bad you’re closer”
“Well if I have consent to send what I want to send, maybe I can be closer?”
“Send me what I’ve been missing ;) ”
I went through my gallery I keep in a secure folder, pulling a frame from an old video I took of me slowly peeling off my “#1 Dad” boxers with my thick, hard cock falling out. Past me slowly gripped his balls and brought his cock upright and stroked slowly, grazing his hands along the shaft until his hands hit the head and then back down again. “Sent”
She wrote almost instantaneously
“I’d love to milk you with my lips and tongue. I’ll totally gag when you fuck my throat but you’ll probably enjoy it nonetheless. ”
I ask modestly but in the back of my mind my boldness and thoughts are unfurling
“You want to help me cum?”
She doubles down hard “That’s what I’m supposed to do. I want to milk your giant cock until your nectar shoots all over me like it’s my moisturizer.”
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I decide at this point to call and hear these words myself. She picks up and hear her Jersey twang and a minor moan, It was now 4:45 AM and I’m spurred to complete wakefulness both in mind and body. She inspired me to feel more myself and I ask
“I can tell you’re touching yourself. Do you want me to come over right now? I’m clean but I need to know if you’re comfortable with that?”
Under hushed breath and moonlight
“I get tested regularly. I feel I could trust you…. I’m going through a divorce and my soon to be ex-husband won’t be back until 830. I can leave the door open. Park infront of the Benz. I’ll be on the couch probably asleep in the room with the lit tree”
I’m alittle ashtonished at the trust and get a text with her address as we’re on the line and softly utter
“I got your address, I’m going to freshen myself up and I’ll be there in 35 minutes”
I hang up and grab one of my nicer shirts, a green Napoli made handstiched button up with white diamond pattern, my dark nut coloured moleskin 5 pockets and a nice thick english bridle belt, leaving them by the shower. I grab my safety razor and finish up my beard as I let the shower run hot. I’m out of my boxers and undershirt and lather myself in new pumpkin spice soap and get out as quickly as I got in.
I slip on my clothes and my heavy sweater. Clock hits 530AM as my adrenaline, cortisol or maybe just my rampant imagination spur the bulge in my pants, heat rising underneath my cheeks. I spend the entirety of the drive thinking of how I’d walk in and wake her, how I’d take her as she lays on her couch awoken from one dream ecounter into another. I decide on softly walking in, getting close to her and whispering in her ear softly with a kiss to not cause her any surprise shock as I pull my car into her driveway.
I walk along the titled walkway and lightly open the door. I prop myself quietly against the wall adjacent to the door and unlace my chukka boots and place them with the rest and saunter myself over to the living room. I see her mass covered in a black blanket and pillows and brush my arm solftly against hers and whisper “what’e the safeword we discussed” as I plant a small kiss behind her ear as she wakes slowly. A mild surprise shock and some light purring as I run my lips from the back of her ear down her arm and onto her breasts. I trail back up and kiss her softly on the lips only to be greeted by an inquisitive and excited tongue. I’m more shocked by the aggressive tongue than I was walking into her house and explore back stopping for a moment to look her in the eyes to smile. I saw her lips move into words but I was so transfixed I only recognized her eyes and the tips of her teeth framing a smile as I kissed her again and parted to tear off the blanket she had all the way. All she had on was a pair of black panties and I started biting her nipples again, hands gliding along the edges of her panties, then reconvening for another deep kiss before walking towards her legs and teearing them off.
I start to tease her with my fingers and I slap her pussy once for making me wait since New Years. My clothes on still on and the clock has struck 6AM. I slowly take off my belt and spank her a few with it and toss it aside. My shirt I slowly unbuttoned and folded lightly and tossed aside. My socks came off with my moleskins until all that was left was my “#1 Dad boxers”, my body, and hers inviting me inside. I beckoned her arms to help me with them and she slowly took my entire throbbing cock in her mouth and flicked the tip with her tongue, tasting me. I grip her lovely hair…. it’s thick and heavy and I can feel the heft in my hand as I tame her. I let my hips buckle in towards her and she took me like such a good cum slut she is (I’m still in touch with her FYI) and I gasp at her mouth brushing against me as I fucked her face. She slowly kisses my shaft with her pursed lips…I have her throat filled and choking while pulling out. I can feel the buzz of no sleep hit me as I slowly tease her pussy by rubbing my cock against her. Using my hand to guide it side to side and the force of my legs and hops moving in tandem rubbing her up and down.
I slide in slowly, letting her grip me as she watches in awe as I stretch her asunder. She moans and wimpers with an empty minded “fuck” tumbling out her lips. Her legs are up on my shoulders as I thrust deeper and watch every thrust as she grips tighter and tighter. I get on the couch, bending my knees and legs sideways so she can feel every inch. I can hear the clap of her wetness dribbling out, lubricating me besides the spit, cum, and energy between us. She felt so fucking good. I flip her over and enjoy her ass and back tattoo and slide myself back in and watch her ass jiggle and clap bending over the couch. I grab her mop of hair again and properly spank her with the bottom of my hand as she audibly gushes about how big I am. I have her push her ass up so I can feel the top of her butt’s skin cup into my fingers lightly so I can grib onto her slender frame and wide hips while I’m deep inside her. It’s now 6:45 and I can feel myself close to cumming inside her, so unbelievably tempted to, but force myself out of her.
I ask for a quick water break before I accidentally finish too soon and she hands me her cup that was filled with water. I feel tired from the lack of sleep as my mouth is parched and dry in contrast to my now soaked cock. After a few minutes of rest I ask her to ride on top of me. I lie down on the carpet and let her slide herself onto me cowgirl style. I feel her weight shift onto me with every shake she shudders and moans. Sliding up and down softly and hitting the bottom of my shaft enthusiastically I watch in awe at my morning partner and pull her down and wrap my arms around the small of her waist and pound her while she’s kissing me passionately.
I feel every snapyse firing off at how great she feels and can feel myself almost ready to burst. I switched positioned and fucked her missionary pressing down roughly, feeding her her fingers and then finally having her touch herself while I stroked myself in front of her. I struggle to cum sometimes when I’m hard for hours so I syroked myself slowly with her helping me perildically with her small graceful hands. Her lips explored my balls again as she went slowly up and down, teasing my ass and working her way back to the tip with an explosive finish in her mouth. I could feel the cum shooting out and then another shot again hitting the back of her throat as she livked the excess with her tongue. We finished at 7:10AM
She was such a good proper cum s**t to me and I’m so happy I got to spend the my morning with her. She was a lovely conversationalist aswell. I’m hoping I get the chance to fool around with her again, maybe with a 3rd but to wrap this up nice and tidy that is my very long story!
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/109epqa/she_45f_left_the_door_open_for_me_27m_at_530am_mf