*I have gotten off to so many of your stories, now I would like to share mine.*
Sexy stuff starts after *********
About me : 1.65m (5ft 5in) light brown skinned Asian F with B cup tits and round ass. I eat healthy, run and do yoga regularly to keep my physique. Black wavy hair.
Earlier this year I moved to a new city in western Europe for a new opportunity. I have a month to settle down in my new apartment, so I spent that month walking around the city to discover its neighbourhoods and secretly to also look at the men. I am an Asian girl who are only physically attracted to white men. Sue me or call me racist, but I like what I like.
It was on a Friday afternoon, and I was walking around to nowhere, really. I found myself at a big crossing at a major street and I was heading forward. Across me, slightly to the right, was a guy on a bicycle (the city is cycling friendly) waiting for the green light to cross towards me (and me towards him). He looked at me and when I noticed that, I looked at him and then he looked away. Not without managing to hold a split second eye contact and since I am a sucker for blue eyes, I smiled to myself and looked away. He then again looked at me, and I then again looked at him. My heart started beating fast and this time, I mustered up my courage and I smiled AT HIM. What’s a girl to lose, right?
He smiled back, and if eye flirting is an offence in this country, I’d willingly go to prison for it.
The light changes to green, I walked forward and he started cycling towards me. I thought that was that.
When I had made my way across and I must have walked about 30 meters or so, I realised that he was next to me and he got off his bike and started walking with me while pushing his bike. He said something in his language, in which I am not very fluent yet so I told him in his language if he minded if we switched to English. He asked me where I was going, and introduced himself. I asked him what made him turn his bike around and came over, then he said he wanted to know me, the girl behind the smile. (I’ve been told that I have gorgeous smile, and I have been approached in the trains by stranger men complimenting me on my smile, which is very out of character in this city to speak to strangers ever. Especially in this gloomy and grey winter.) He got my phone number but texted me a few hours after that.
I was busy and honestly was also trying to play it cool, so I turned down his suggestion to meet twice. But I couldn’t resist for the third time. He plays music in a few bands sometimes and he sent me YouTube links for his performances. The music isn’t really my taste, but he definitely is. Dark blond, very tall, blue grey eyes that pierce into my soul, slightly over 2meters with nice shoulders. I am crazy over broad but not too broad shoulders, if you know what I mean. When I saw his fingers playing the instrument, I couldn’t help but fantasise how would he play with **my** instrument. ;)
We met at a bar and then had late dinner, must have been for a few hours and then he walked me to the train station. He didn’t kiss me nor did I make any attempt. I thought that was that.
But we met again recently on an evening and I went over to his place. He picked me up at the train station and we walked to his place. When we got there, it was so dreamy. With indoor plants and high glass windows and dreamy lights, I think I was wet from the very beginning. Before him I had never been with someone that tall, so I had been wondering for days on what/ how would it be in bed. Or being pushed to the wall. I like it both tender and rough.
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After an hour plus of talking and drinking (green tea!), neither of us made the move so I thought, oh well maybe he wasn’t interested in me that way. I stood by his high- glass balcony and was looking out and it was a step higher than his floor. From the reflection, I saw that he was coming close to me so I stuck out my ass just a little bit more. He placed his left hand on my back, and brush my hair from my right collarbone, his light touch tingling me. At this point, my ass was at his groin and I could feel he was pitching a tent, and it felt big. I was wearing jeans and he was in his loungewear. I knew I had to have him.
We started kissing, and one thing led to another, he brought me to his bed and we started taking off each other’s clothes. He moved and kissed and touched me very tenderly and softly, but I could see it in his eyes that there was fire that needed to be let out. I aimed to bring the fire out and watch it burn to ashes that night. Up until that point, I have always dated much older men (more than a decade older than me) and he is the youngest I had ever kissed or gotten this far with. I noticed a difference, not better or worse, just different. I gasped when I took his cock out, perfectly knowing that my gag reflex wouldn’t allow me to deep throat his length so I need to be creative with my hands and play with his balls and perineum, but I know my pussy will be stretched real good. I took him in my mouth while trying to keep eye contact, and started lightly massaging his balls. He is a soft spoken person, but let out this deep primal moan when I pressed his perineum and squeezed his balls. His touches were tender and controlled, which made me want to have him even more.
He entered me and the rest, as they say, is history ;) We did missionary, I rode him, scissors, prone- boned and a few other positions I don’t know the exact names of. I came twice, and then he came in me (we used condom). I thought that was that. My pussy felt stretched. We cuddled and started talking about random things, and about us, and then about what we enjoyed about the sex we had just had. His recovery period is not even 15min, and he was getting hard again. While we cuddled, his hands kept exploring my body, still with his tender and controlled touch. It was driving me mad.
I turned him over so he was lying down on his front. I then got on top of him and started lightly running the tip of my tongue and lower lip; starting from his big toes and worked my way up to his inner thighs. His breathing became heavy and deep, but I kept at it until I reached his spine. (Anatomy was a big part of my degree and I became a certified massage therapist a few year ago, but I never massaged for money. I was always curious about human body and had always wanted to learn to give proper massage to my lovers). When I reached his lower back, he let out a deep, manly groan I didn’t know he had within him. I kept going up to his middle and upper back, with my fingers tracing his side bodies at the same time. When I reached his neck, he made an attempt to turn around to take me, but I held him down and said not yet. I gave him scalp massage while pulling his hair but this time I wasn’t as tender anymore. Then I instructed him to turn around and he just took me with a force that I had been looking for, and held me down and just fucked me.
End of part I.
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We ended up having sex 3 times that night, I came 5 times but left his apartment still being wet. He surprised me with his endurance and stamina. The entire session was about 5 hours, with us talking and teasing each other in between, cuddling and reminding ourselves not to doze off. He complimented my body and said he loves this and that about it, and when I told him I think he is really good looking, he gave me a sheepish denial smile. I can’t wait to discover more of him. He walked me to the train station and we French- kissed when my train came.
I am seeing him again in a few days’ time ;)
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/f8otvi/f30_new_in_a_city_met_a_stranger_m26_at_a
Great story. Nothing wrong with you liking white guys. Im African American and like other races ?
This is sweet. Best of luck!
Make those memories ❤️, he seems so sexy