New Year’s Eve: I[F] only all [M]en could fuck like this gay guy! [FM]

This post is in response to a post where I promised I might tell about me and a gay guy

Some years ago I had the opportunity to work in a foreign country. I love traveling so jumped at the chance. I started on the 1st December, and was surprised to hear the company close down from the 16th December until the first week of January. If I knew that I’d probably only started in January. Not having the money to return to the US I decided to get in some sightseeing during the break.

My supervisor invited me to spend time with then over Christmas, which was great. He mentioned they would have invited me for New Year’s too, but were going to family. I was fine with that as I’ve always been comfortable with my own company.

New Year’s Eve comes around and I go shopping for a few things, some drinks and snacks etc. In the store I met one of my co-workers, a guy I learnt was gay the day I started work. He was very friendly, assisting me with some things I didn’t understand and generally just kind. We chatted a bit and he invited me for coffee at a place across the street.we had a great time, talking about Christmas and places I’ve seen since the office closed. i asked him about his plans for the evening and he said he’s going to have a quiet night in. In the spur of the moment I said that was what I was planning too, but maybe we could get together and see in the New Year. He accepted and made arrangements to meet around 8 at my apartment.

I didn’t go to a lot of trouble dressing up, it wasn’t a date after all, he’s gay so? (Wrong of me, I know!) I prepared a chicken dish I knew was good (in those days I was less accomplished in the kitchen than now!} and a salad.(Southern hemisphere, so no hot desserts, etc.} I put on some CDs and opened the balcony doors to catch the breeze as the apartment didn’t have air-conditioning.

Greg arrived promptly at 8, also bringing some snacks, a lovely ice cream dessert and some wine. He was dressed quite smartly, casual shirt, neat jeans and loafers. We had some wine and chatted away, getting into our life stories. Mine was relatively boring compared to his. He was 5 years older than me, and obviously well-travelled. I learned that he came out of a relationship just before I arrived, and was still getting over the heartbreak. We had about a bottle of wine before we sat down to dinner. He really enjoyed the chicken, complimenting me on my culinary skills, which I found hilarious. (The second bottle of wine was just about empty…)

We were too full to have dessert so settled down and looked out over the city’s lights. I was feeling a bit homesick, which he picked up on and started to tell me some highly amusing tales of his travels. I laughed not only at his stories, but also at his way of joking about his mistakes, his way of getting into crazy situations and how he had the ability to see the funny side in any situation.

Around 11 we were ready for his ice cream dessert. It was unbelievably nice. I felt like a real idiot when he told me he made it himself when I asked him where he bought it. We agreed to swop recipes when the office opened. About a quarter to midnight I lit two candles and switched off the lights then we dragged the couch to a position where we could watch the expected fireworks in the distance.

Just before midnight Greg opened a bottle of champagne and poured us each a flute. At the stroke of midnight we clinked glasses, hugged and kissed chastely and had a few sips each.we settled down on the couch and watched the fireworks. The alcohol got to me by then and I was way beyond mellow. When he poured the second flute I said I’ll teach him something a college boyfriend taught me. I got two fresh strawberries out and put one in each of the flutes. The person who can get the strawberry into his/her mouth with the most champagne left in the glass wins. The strawberry is then shared by both, so it inevitably leads to kissing…

I easily won (done it before many times!} and we shared the strawberry. I kissed Greg, and he responded – what a kisser he was! We then shared his strawberry, which led to more kissing. By then I was really in the mood, and to my surprise I noticed he had a very promising bulge in his jeans. I kissed him and he responded very well. When I undid his shirt buttons my hand found a well-toned chest and stomach. Not body builder muscles, just nicely proportioned and firm.

I was pleasantly surprised when I felt his hand on my breast. I stroked his chest, and when he undid my buttons I didn’t stop. He undid my bra’s clasp (why aren’t all bras’ clasps in front?) and his fingers met my hard nipple. My nipples are incredibly sensitive, so within minutes I was close to cumming. I dropped my hand on his bulge, and the sharp breath intake in response gave me the courage to undo his belt and zipper. When I pulled his underpants back I was pleasantly surprised.bge had a decent circumsized cock…

Without asking I lowered my head and sucked the had softly. I could feel he loved it, so sucked a bit harder. When I came back up we kissed again, hungrier than before. When his hand went up my leg it found my panties wet, very wet.he rubbed all over my pussy, causing a minor flood. I haven’t had sex in more than two months, so I was more than ready. I stood up, slipped off my shirt and bra and looked at him looking at me. I was never a gym rat, but did some running and aerobics, so I was in decent shape. When it seemed he liked what he saw I dropped my skirt and panties too.

In those days I sported a narrow landing strip, and I went to some trouble to keep it neat. His hand came forward and he softly rubbed my lips before he started stroking my rapidly hardening clit. I indicated to him to get up, and as he did so I slipped his shirt off. He stepped out of his loafers, and I pulled his jeans and underpants down. Since my face was in the vicinity I took his cock into my mouth, feeling a bit of precum escaping. I pushed him back onto the couch, sat down next to him and continued kissing him while I played with his cock and balls. His hand alternated between my tits and pussy, the latter becoming extremely wet.

We started talking at the exact same moment: “Do you have a…” We burst out laughing, clearly neither of us expected the evening to turn out the way it did! I told Greg I was on the pill, and yes, I knew I had no undesirable bugs or things floating around. He replied he was likewise certain he had nothing to sorry about. With that I climbed onto his lap and he guided his cock into my soaking wet pussy. I started riding him, cumming within seconds. I collapsed against him, profusely apologizing.

He just said “well that means you needed it!” I got off him, helped him up and led him to my bedroom, each taking a candle. He lowered me onto the bed and started working my body with his hands and mouth. I lost count of the number of orgasms I had before he entered me again. By this time i was hungry for the feel of his cock in me, so I pulled my legs up.he rodebme with a nice slow rythm, accelerating as he got closer. When he cummed it was like a hot, wet flood… We stayed in that position for a while, then I sucked him clean. To my surprise he returned the favor. We got under a sheet as the breeze turned a bit cool,band drifted off to sleep, spooning.

The rest of New Year’s say was memorable, to say the least. I might tell you more about it…

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/gl1a6b/new_years_eve_if_only_all_men_could_fuck_like