Long-time lurker, first-time contributor. This true story takes place late this past July. (For reference, I am a bang-average 5’7 white guy in his late 20s, with an oddly nice ass and 6” at full mast.) I was a single guy at the time, having nope’d my way out of an abusive relationship about a month and a half prior. In that time I had gotten together with women from OKC and Tinder for a few dates, some of which were successful (intimacy-wise) and some of which didn’t end well. But at the same time, I was perusing Fetlife – which I’d been on for about 8 years – and keeping an eye out for like-minded people around my area.
Rene was someone I had kept an eye on for a while, even before I was single. She was an absolutely exquisite-looking African-American gal in her late 20s – about a year older than me – who posted lots of photos that were right up my alley. I would be surprised if Rene hadn’t been a model of some sort in the past – she has gorgeous big brown eyes, an alluring smile, and a curvy figure that took some effort to attain. Whenever I found something especially good-looking in each of her photos, I was sure to leave a constructive, not-overly-thirsty comment. Unlike most people who I followed on there, however, Rene actually seemed grateful for the comments and always sent a “thanks hun” my way.
Anyway, late in July, Rene had posted several photos and statuses related to her upcoming birthday. Among those was a status expressing her desire to be eaten out for her birthday. Now I am probably not the most talented oral-giver in the world, but I can definitely spell out those ABCs with my tongue, and learned a thing or two about the “bulldog eating oatmeal” technique. That said, I left a comment along the lines of: “I would love to help, but I have an obligation in Chicago on your actual birthday.” To my surprise, she was open to the idea of me helping out, although I wasn’t sure how serious her response was. So I sent her a message: “If you were serious about letting me help out, perhaps we could arrange a little pre-game action?” Not long afterward, I got a reply: “I think we could make that work!”
Rene had a lot on her plate. There were a couple of vague references to motherhood on her profile, but I soon learned that she was a single mom to a one-year-old boy, thanks to a one-night stand. She also worked some stressful shifts at a local hospital (and yes, she had photos of her flashing her boobs in an exam room). In short, she didn’t have a lot of free time, and neither did I. Nevertheless, we hammered out a date to get together. She was able to pass off her son to a relative for the evening, but wasn’t able to host any visitors. We also discussed what exactly would be going on: just oral? Or whatever comes to mind? We decided to figure that out on the evening of our get-together.
Several long days later, I finished up work, tidied up the apartment, put on my softest V-neck and moseyed on over to her apartment to pick her up. When she walked out and I saw her face-to-face after seeing her online for a couple of years, it was definitely worth the wait. Super cute black dress, tasteful makeup, a long black wig (no judgment here) for the occasion…just about everything I was hoping for. Rene was – and is – totally out of my league, as far as attractiveness. But we got along great! The conversation flowed nicely as we both talked about the struggles of having so little free time and the frustrations of our respective jobs.
Over dinner, we discussed a little more about our sex lives and preferences. As it turned out, there was quite a bit of information that was left off of our respective Fetlife pages! This was when I learned the story behind Rene’s motherhood – and also that she had connected with quite a few locals via Fetlife. I, on the other hand, hadn’t met anyone on there before her. Nor had I been with a black woman before, which she was absolutely delighted to learn – she was literally giggling at the thought of me being her first. Surprisingly, I was about to be her first sex partner since she had her son – a dry spell of over a year that I now had the opportunity to break. This was a unique set of circumstances for sure. Both of our dinners ended up half-eaten, as I think we were both pretty excited for the remainder of the evening.
One short trip to my apartment later, I prepared my BBC (big brown couch) for my guest and did everything I could to make her comfortable. Rene got the Netflix selection privileges for the evening, and being an anime freak, chose The Promised Neverland. Good series, albeit not the sexiest thing to watch during a hookup. It didn’t take long for her to snuggle into my shoulder and curl up in a more relaxed position. About three episodes in, I turned to look at her. “Hey,” I said. “Can I kiss you?” “Sure,” Rene replied, and we made out like a couple of horny twentysomethings. I don’t know what she did to her lips but they were amazingly soft and decadent. After that, the kissing progressed further south. She was more than willing to bare her chest and show off her marvelous breasts. Motherhood certainly did a number on them, and I had a hell of a time indulging in nipple play (another favorite of hers) and gauging her reaction.
Around this time we decided to move on to the main event. I asked Rene if she was enjoying herself so far, and she definitely was. To prove it, she took off her panties and revealed her beautiful, freshly shaven vagina, already dripping with white cream. Feminine wetness is, by far, my #1 fetish (or sexual preference), so I was pretty fucking excited when I saw that. It was reassuring to know that I was pushing the right buttons so far. I kissed her soft brown skin from her chest down to her pussy and then started doing the Lord’s work. She tasted amazing and wasted no time getting soaking wet, as I licked up her cum and did my best to put my pussy-eating skills on display. Every time I came up for air, the sight of her bliss-filled face sent me back down into her soaked pink folds. Things were going swimmingly.
At least one orgasm later, Rene was up for a round of penetration. I was secretly hoping the night wasn’t just going to be oral, although I would have still been happy if it was. She flung off the half-removed black tank top that had been covering virtually nothing for a while now, as well as her silver necklace. With Rene lying on her back, and her head resting on the armrest of the BBC, I slowly started to enter her in missionary. The sensation of filling up my crush, the sound of her passionate moans, and the motion of her breasts as I fucked her at a steady rhythm was too much. I only lasted a few more minutes before pulling out and exploding all over her creamy brown nether regions. But Rene hadn’t gotten off yet, and that would not stand. So, in an act that I still question to this day, I went back down on her again – lathering my face with the cum I’d just let loose on her pussy – and let my inner oatmeal-eating bulldog loose. It worked wonders for her, and after she was recovering from her orgasm, I emerged from between her legs with a soaking wet face and a giant grin.
The rest of the evening continued in the same vein. We moved to my bedroom for some more comfortable accommodations, and repeated the missionary position with more blankets and pillows. She was pretty enthusiastic about getting pounded in doggystyle as well, lying with her face down and spreading her tight pink holes for me. After one more round of oral and one more sopping wet orgasm, Rene and I curled up on my bed together, relaxing in post-orgasmic bliss and happy that the night had brought us both pleasure. After a while, we reluctantly put our clothes back on, and I took her back home without further incident. We both ended the evening with smiles on our faces – she got her birthday wish, and I got to fulfill a few fantasies of my own.
Getting together with Rene truly was a one-night event. I think we both knew it was not going to amount to more than that, and it didn’t have to. I’m just happy to have provided for her when she needed it most. Hopefully she is out there being a wonderful mother, flashing her work crushes in the exam rooms, and having the amazing sex life that I know she deserves.
Oh, and about that “obligation in Chicago”: two days later I would drive up for a fling with another Fetlife crush, which ended up blossoming into something beautiful. But that is another story for another day!
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/10vqfmk/mf_helping_my_fetlife_crush_out_with_a_birthday
Super good! Love to see fetlife in the wild, what a great night