Here I [28F] am, a month after our first meeting, at the airport waiting to be picked up by this Redditor [24M] I’d met once, for what I thought would be a casual encounter, to a beachside resort he booked, far from the city. What could go wrong?
Absolutely nothing. It was 48 hours of pure, raw, unadulterated, bliss. [Kyle](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/xhgnjj/ended_a_redditors_dry_spell_and_he_got_me/), oh [Kyle](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/zy7ojr/ended_a_redditors_dry_spell_and_he_got_me/).
As charming as I’d remembered, Kyle grabbed my ass the first chance he got. Imagine his surprise as he grabbed a handful of pure ass, my little black thong swallowed by my cheeks.
It was over an hour’s drive to the resort, and I gently rubbed his cock over his shorts as he was driving. “Try not to make a mess of your car,” I teased, and he groaned as he kept driving.
The quaint resort was by the beach, and we had a lovely cottage perched above the ocean. I couldn’t wait for the receptionist to check us in, and once we were alone in our room, we couldn’t tear our lips off each other. He hiked my tight black dress up, and he pushed me to the bed.
Pushing aside the little thong I wore, he started off teasing my slit, and was surprised as his fingers were able to slide in straight away. “We just got here and you’re so wet already,” he exclaimed.
“I was wet the whole ride here,” I retorted.
I helped him pull off his pants, and he slid into my wet pussy without any resistance. I’d missed how his cock felt, and I couldn’t hold my moans as he started fucking me.
One thing about Kyle – he’s very competitive. After learning he was the first to make me cum, he wanted to break all my nonexistent records for most times I’ve cum. We were aiming for 10 orgasms for me, and as many as possible for him (I’m not that ambitious), so we had a bit of work to do.
I don’t know what it is about Kyle’s cock. I’m normally a missionary kinda gal, but I couldn’t get enough of riding him, and Kyle wasn’t complaining. He’d been edging the past week, saving up that big load for me and he kept me going until he unloaded his week’s worth of cum inside me, filling me right up.
I thought he’d needed to rest after the creampie he gave me – I certainly did – but he wasn’t done. He was still hard (!!) and I couldn’t disappoint, so I continued riding, using his cum as lube, and I’d bend down to kiss him as I rode him.
“Hey, let me try something,” he said, as he hooked his thick arms under my knee pit.
I hooked my fingers together around his neck and squealed as he lifted me up, cock still inside me. He brought me over to the mirror, and it was so hot watching how he fucked me as he carried me. I saw his cock driving into my wet pussy, how my ass jiggled, and the way his muscles tensed on his 6′ frame as he carried me and fucked me. It was so primal. God I loved how strong he was.
We took a short breather to check out the beach, and scope out any nice spots to fool around later at night. Disappointed with what we saw – there wasn’t even a nice place to lounge – we headed back to the room to continue the rest of our evening.
In preparation for the trip, I brought out all my neglected lingerie and couldn’t wait to model them for him. It was a whole bag-full of lingerie, and we only had another 40ish hours at the resort. Not sure what went through my mind when I put on the oddest combination of this white see-through bralette set I had, paired with black fishnets. Kyle seemed to like it, his expression changed when he saw me shyly walking out of the bathroom towards him.
Running his hands over my body, he took a second to appreciate what I wore. Then he had me peel it off for him. He took the white, mesh panties I was wearing. “These are mine now,” and I let him. He ripped open the fishnets and fucked me in them, then true to his word, he took the panties home, where he would eventually make good use of them.
After another short break, I went in to put on another set. This time, a sultry black lingerie set, paired with garters and pantyhose stockings. This time, he was anticipating an outfit change, and hungrily ravaged me as I came out of the bathroom.
I love the feel of stockings on skin, and I wanted him to feel it too. I got him to lie in bed, then I laid back, facing him, propping up on my elbows and I ran my stockinged feet over his face, his body, then slowly, gently, all over his cock. Then, I straddled him, and let him fully explore my body all over again.
“You gonna let me rip these off?” he asked, calloused hands rough against my silky stockings.
“If you can,” I teased, and he gladly accepted the challenge.
The stockings proved to be a tiny bit more of a challenge to rip than the fishnets. I enjoyed watching his muscles bulge as tried his best. I don’t know if it was my lust for him or that barbaric display of ripping, but the whole endeavor had me dripping wet, I was sopping through the stockings, which may have contributed to the challenge.
He thoroughly enjoyed lapping up every last drop of my juices – his reward after all that effort – then I got on top, still in the ripped stockings, and rode him to completion.
We headed up to shower, and ended up fucking on the bathroom counter, which bore too much of a hassle, so we shifted back to bed. It was an endless flurry of fucking, showering, resting, then fucking again. We fell to bed, panting, spent, and I dozed off within minutes in his arms, while Kyle continued working.
I don’t know what time or how long I slept, but I woke up, still groggy, still in Kyle’s arms. I felt something hard poking between my butt. We fell asleep naked, so it definitely wasn’t a banana in his pocket.
“What time is it?” I managed to mumble.
“About 4 am.”
I groaned internally, still sore from the events of the day before, but I didn’t stop him. I was still tired – who wouldn’t be, at 4 fucking am – but I couldn’t help grinding my hips against his, the pool of wetness growing between my legs.
Kyle’s cock twitched in response, and there goes my sleep. He grabbed my hips and tried a few different positions, eventually finding one which allowed him to easily slide in, and there he was fucking me on my side as I was still half asleep.
My pussy was still very tender, but my body reacted to his cock sliding in and out of me. I arched my back to feel him deeper inside, my moans and pants got louder and louder til I couldn’t hold it anymore.
I wanted to take control, so I flipped him back and got up to straddle him, which startled him, apparently.
“I thought you were sleepy?”
“Do you want this or not?” I snapped, cranky but horny. Title of my sex tape.
He shut up, nodded, and I kissed him as I slowly warmed up, grinding on his cock. He then grabbed my hips, and angled his cock in the way that gets me to cum every time.
“No,” I stopped him. “I don’t want to cum until you fill me up.”
He groaned, and I kept on at it.
“I’m cumming,” he panted, as I kept my pace. He groaned and grabbed my hips as he unloaded another load inside my eager pussy. We had a few hours of uninterrupted sleep afterwards, til I woke up in Kyle’s arms. We had 30ish hours left.
I sighed a little, wanting to roll around in bed, but I had a full day of online meetings – we wouldn’t have much time to play. Kyle agreed to leave me alone, and I was prepared to be productive at work…
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/118iodw/played_hooky_from_work_to_go_on_a_48hour_fuck