Inadvertently having a one-night stand with a professional athlete [FM]

PREFACING this by saying unfortunately I cannot include a lot of the details that makes this story hilarious to me, for the sake of privacy. I will say that the participating party is an active player in one of the big four North American sports leagues (NFL, NBA, NHL, MBA). I know a lot of girls bag pro athletes regularly for clout, so this story isn’t meant to be impressive, just funny. I am pretty private about who I fuck and will not be giving that information out to anyone. This happened years ago and we never spoke after that night.

My junior year of college was like a Renaissance period of one-night stands for me. I lived for having sex with someone I’d never have to talk to again. Okay, so they might potentially end up in my next semester English class (lesson learned) but they also might be a 35 year old in a downtown highrise. I was exploring my craft.

My friend dragged me to her boyfriend’s frat one night, which I was pretty neutral toward. I could usually get away with minimal “party” time and maximal drinking free alcohol and smoking free weed while watching tv time. I also didn’t have a soul to impress, so I would throw on a t-shirt and legging and never bother with make-up.

The thing about her boyfriend’s friends is that while generally nice and fun, there’s no potential for the perfect one-night stand. It just made sex lose it’s appeal, without mystery and with the added expectation of knowing each other. Once one of them told me I was kind of like a dude to them, so that was good to hear I think? But anyway, this night was no different from any others.

I got reasonably drunk, reasonably high, and scrolled through one of the dating apps that had become popular in the area once everyone around me was too drunk and/or high to hold coherant conversations with. I noticed I had a match with a 24-year old dude named Sam, who was tall, hot and actually had decent pictures, which honestly made him fuckable in my shallow 20-year-old self’s eyes. Honestly the high quality pictures should have been my first clue-in.

I messaged him, he responded pretty fast. He was out with some friends downtown, and did I wanna meet up? It was like, close to 1 AM by this point, and yes I did want to meet up.

Sam sent me an address, and I said my goodbyes to the frat boys I would never fuck and called an uber. So I also was really fucking stupid as a 20 year old. As in I just never questioned anything.

My second clue-in that something was up should have been that the address, while in an area I knew and was much nicer than the one I lived in, was to a hotel.

“Am I in the right place?” I texted, along with the name of the hotel. It was like, one of the nicest ones in the city. And he was 23, he couldn’t be that rich.

Sam replied quickly with a “yes” and a room number.

Okay, I thought to myself. I walked in, and the receptionist looked me up and down with a very neutral expression. I knew she knew what I was up to. I gave her a neutral stare back and continued to the elevator.

My third clue-in should have been the racacious burst that came from across the hall as I approached the room Sam had told me to go to.

A moment later Sam emerged, every bit as tall and hot as his profile let on, shirtless too boot. In just a pair of athletic shorts.

“Sorry,” he said, grinning. Some more yells came from the room. “Hi.”

We hugged and he opened his door.

“So, are you here with friends?” I asked. The hotel room had two full beds.

“My team,” he explained.

See, that should’ve been the final clue-in. But instead I kissed him. I actually didn’t care about the explanation because this man’s body was unreal.

Sam pushed me back on the bed and pulled my t-shirt and sports bra off. I pulled him onto the bed by his hips and shoved his shorts down. His dick spring free. It was honestly a nice fucking dick. And he had killer thighs, and this was gonna be good sex, I just had an inkling. Hotel sex is always good, anyway.

I sat up and brought my mouth to his dick.

“Fuck,” he muttered, and put one hand along my jaw, and wrapped the other in my ponytail. “Yeah?”

“Mm,” I said, and opened my mouth. I felt his hamstrings flex under my palms.

He guided his dick in, fucking my mouth slow and shallow at first. I felt my mouth get wet and relaxed into it, and he pushed deeper each time, until he was finally bottoming out in my throat, punctiated by a low groan. I had a few bad experiences with face fucking before, but this honestly turned me on so much.

I moved one hand to play with his balls.

“Goddamn, girl,” he groaned, and pushed me back. He kicked his shorts off and yanked my sweatpants and panties off in one go. I wiped the spit off my face with the back of my hand, mind swimming.

Sam crawled over me. “You look innocent, but you really aren’t, huh?”

“You said it, not me,” I rasped, grinning.

He tweaked my nipple and I gasped. That led him to suck and bite at my tits and neck while I attempted to grind up on his dick. I was a raging ball of hormones of this point.

“You want it?” He said into my left tit, hand coming up to squeeze the right one.

“Yeah,” I moaned. “Please.”

He dipped his hips and ran his dick along my slick, teasingly slow. I angled up, and on his next pass over the tip slipped right in, I was so wet and ready.

“Fuck,” he cursed, and braced himself over me. “Fuck, I don’t have a condom – ”

“Jesus, fuck, I’m on birth control, your dick is already IN me – ”

(Like I said, dumb.)

He pushed in slightly more, and I moaned a little. He was big. It really felt fucking amazing.

“Oh,” Sam said, dropped his head to the pillow next ro me, and slowly sunk into me until he was all the way in. We both groaned in unison.

And then we were off to the race. He fucked me like that, pinning my hands next to my head, before flipping me so I was riding him. Like I said, Renaissance period. I really wanted him to fuck me from behind though. I wanted to know what those quads could actually do.

He pulled me up by my hips, and pulled my hands behind my back so my face was in the matress. Somehow he managed to go even deeper. I couldn’t have been quiet either. He fucked me quite literally into the matress.

“I’m gonna cum,” he groaned, and pulled out just in time for him to cum all over my ass.

“Oh fuck,” I groaned, and he collapsed next to me. This was the moment I realized I hated condoms. I almost wished he could’ve came in me.

Sam got up to grab a towel, but first took his phone and took a picture of my cum-covered ass. He showed it to me.

My ass did look cute. “You gonna send to your team?” I joked, seeing it was on snapchat. I really didn’t care. There was nothing incriminating in the pic.

“Maybe,” he winked, and grabbed me a towel.

It wasn’t until that point that I really inquired about his story. And I found out that he was a professional athlete from a different city, and they had been in town to play our team. They won and had been celebrating downtown, and had a flight out in the morning. The frat boys I’d been drinking with had been watching it on TV actually. My sex-riddled brain just refused to put two and two together.

I ubered home at 4 AM, because I hated doing the sleepover thing in college. The next morning I went and got Plan-B (just in case).

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