This quarantine as me thinking of my hottest memories so I figured I’d share with you all….
I started talking to Rob online, after I posted about wanting a friend with benefits in my city. I had done some online dating before, but this felt more risky than exchanging messages through a dating app. this time I had entered the reddit world and was overwhelmed by messages. mostly generic ones that didn’t spark my interest, some detailed ones that didn’t meet my rules. I was feeling unlucky and horny, until Rob slid into my inbox.
He lived in the area and seemed nice, he didn’t start off by immediately sexting or asking for nudes, which was refreshing. He attached a link to a photo, a mirror shot of his gorgeous abs leading down to his boxers pulled down slightly for a tease, which definitely sparked my imagination. He was taller than me by at least 10 inches (I’m 5’1) which I loved just as much as he did. After verifying that we were both real and not 80 years old, I eventually sent him some naughty pictures. For a visual I’m white with medium brown hair, olive skin and 34D breasts with pierced nipples and a thick ass. We started chatting more until we both felt safe enough to plan to meet in person.
In these chats, I told him exactly what I liked. My biggest turn on is getting teased in public, like at a restaurant or bar, trying to stay composed. He loved that and said he would help in any way he could. I could tell he was dominant, which was even more of a turn on.
it was summer, so I wore a flowy sundress with a red thong that was soaked in anticipation before meeting him at the bar. As I walked closer to the entrance, I saw him and holy shit he was hot (brown hair, dimples and scruff— mmm). He was smiling with this devilish grin, I was so nervous I immediately started giggling when I pulled him in for a hug, feeling his big, strong arms around my small body made me drip.
We ordered drinks and made small talk, but I couldn’t help looking away from him. His brown eyes were on me the whole time with an intensity that shook me even more. I could feel the leather booth stick to my skin since my dress hiked up as I sat down. He saw me adjust and moved a little closer.
I’ll admit it, I’m way less sexual in person than in texts, especially with someone I don’t know very well. I’m usually shy until I feel comfortable. But I told this man all the dirty shit I would do to him like slobbering on his cock and how I wanted him to destroy me and here I was so nervous to make a move. I think that excited him even more, because when I finally rested my arm next to him on the booth, he lifted his so it rested behind my head against the wall. As we talked he traced his fingers against my neck so lightly it sent a shiver down my spine. His eyes were still on me as I rambled about nonsense.
The more he touched my hair, lacing it through his fingers, the more I stumbled on my words. the minute he sensed anytime I relaxed, he gently tugged my hair, enough for me to feel how strong he would pull it later. I was closer to him now, my thighs pressed lightly against his. He placed his drink down and I could feel his hand grip my thigh. I looked around the darkened bar to see if anyone was paying attention as I talked. I could feel myself throb with excitement. He knew all about my fantasies and here he was playing them out in real time. I looked down at his hand and I started imagining him gripping my ass.. his fingers separating my wet lips to feel me tense around them… pressed against my g spot while tasting my clit…
“You doing okay?” he said calmly. No sly grin, he was acting like he was wasn’t making my panties wet against the leather seat.
“Yeah sorry, I just got distracted” I smiled at him and continued talking, taking a sip of my drink.
I eventually felt brave enough to let my hand dip below the table and rest on his thigh. He shifted a little, opened his stance a bit wider. He had sent me a picture of his cock when we had sexted (he was at least 7 inches and thick enough to make me wonder if I could take him deep down my throat like I wanted) so all I craved in this moment was to feel his bulge pressed against the seam of his pants. But as I moved closer to his crotch, the waitress came back with the check, so I immediately pulled away.
He stopped playing with my hair and paid the check. So relaxed like nothing was going on. I took a deep breath and giggled, realizing I was so excited and distracted by him I was barely letting myself breathe. He leaned in, placed his hand around my upper thigh under my dress. with his hot breath against my ear as he commanded,
“Enough teasing, you’re going to take me home now.”
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First time posting, let me know if you want part 2
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/gylhlr/fm_he_27_teased_me_23_at_the_bar_and_i_forgot_my
Fuck, absolutely. This sounds amazing!
Absolutely yes to part o2