You can stay over but we are not having sex [fm]

It was a hot sticky summer day during my mid-twenties. I was sitting by the river running through a Mid-western city, enjoying blazing a joint while waiting for a tinder date.

Alex was a 25-year-old server. From her photos she was a petite brunette with perky b-cup breasts. She was rocking a fairly standard mid-2010’s hipster look with glassed, plaid shirts, and high-waisted jeans. Based off our initial conversations she seemed into design and fashion.

I am your typical dirt-bag climber. Slim body type without huge muscles but well defined shoulders, back muscles, and core. I have a solid v abdominal line. Messy dark hair and bright blue eyes. So of course I was smoking pot and screwing around on a long-board while waiting for our date.

We meet at a German style pub with big pints, pretzels, and wurst. She has a sardonic personality, the kind where she is a bit above the mundane of everyday life. I also learn she is indeed very into design, hates her job, and is moving away in a few weeks. Bingo! I key on the potential for a fun mid-summer fling with a defined end date.

We flirt lightly throughout meal and drinks but I really am not getting the kind of feedback I was hoping for. The date looks like it is winding down and I pull out the Hail Mary and ask if she wants to smoke a joint with me.

She does. The reptilian part of my brain is immediately thinking this date could be salvaged. She lives just a short walk away from the bar so we stop at a liquor store for a six-pack and sit on her front steps. It is one of those wonderful mid-west nights where the temp drops to a very comfortable 20 C degree. It is perfectly still, the liloc bushes are in flower and we are feeling good.

Still I am not making much progress with trying to introduce some physicality. But she invites me in to sit and hangout longer but makes it clear we are not having sex tonight. By this point in my life I know enough not to push the issue, but also not to turn down the invite.

Her home is spectacularly decorated, in a dark, turn of the century library kind of way. She pours us both a drink. It’s a scotch and a good one too. Am I starting to really like this girl?

Conversation is flowing but it is late now and I live about an hour away. I tell her I have to leave. She protests and invites me to stay over. Again, she says we are not having sex.

I say, sure I would love to stay over and no sex is fine. But there is no way in fuck I am sleeping on the couch.

We go to her bed and play the “let’s massage each other game”. Again, out of the depths of failure the god of horny mid-20’s men is watching over me. She gives me a massage. It’s quite good and she also makes a joke that she is saving her anal virginity for marriage – since it’s the only thing she hasn’t done yet. Slowly, piece-by-piece I am starting to think I might get laid tonight.

It is my turn to massage her. She has some massage oil so I help her take off her shirt, pants, and bra. I slowly work the oil into her slim back. Her skin is pale and flawless. I work my hands over her shoulders and her lower back. Occasionally I glide my hands on the sides of her chest, letting my fingers just brush the sides of her breasts. I imagine cupping my hands around her but resist the urge for now.

I lower the sheet covering her lower body, revealing her thong clad ass. Moving lower down I lightly trace my hands over her nicely toned ass. As a semi-woke man the last consent talk we had was no sex, so I try to walk that fine line between not pushing but adding some sensuality.

Reaching down her body, I rub oil into the soles of her feet and her calfs. With my hands on her legs, staring at her wonderful butt, I try to push past the thoughts of her mentioning earlier in the night that when she gets fucked, she likes it hard.

I work my hands up her thighs, my hand on the inside of her thigh moving ever so slowly closer to her centre. Was that a sigh I heard? Is that heat I feel emanating from her thong-clad pussy. She spreads her legs imperceptibly wider and in the dim room I think I can glimpse a growing wet patch.

She asks me to massage her ask. Although she was wearing only a black g-string I pull that down. I can still remember spreading her cheeks with my hands and the first sight of her pink asshole and the rear view of her plump pussy. Both are hairless.

I am sitting back on her calfs trying hard to remember to continue the massage. My cock is rock hard and straining against the cotton fabric of my briefs. While I rub my hand over her ass I want nothing more than to feel her wet pussy lips. But still, she had said no sex and seemed firm on that. After torturing myself for another excruciating 10 minutes I roll off her.

She rolls onto her back immediately grabs my cock through my underwear and says “touch me please”. Finally, I rub her pussy with the flat of my hand. My fingers partially separating her lips and spreading her juices over her mound and clit. This is the first time I have seen her breasts. They are perfect handfuls and capped with perky nipples.

We kiss deeply and I slowly work my way down her body. First kissing her neck, then sucking on each nipple, all while my hand explores her wonderfully wet pussy. I can feel her aerosol in her clit, which is standing at attention. Working my way lower and lower I begin eating her out.

I gleefully bury my face between her legs and I move both of her hands onto my head. I make eye contact as much as possible while moving my tongue around her clit. I start devouring her more savagely. She pushes my head deeper into her mound. Although I am primarily dominant I moan to let her know that I enjoy her asserting control right now. She gets the message and puts more pressure on my head.

I move my tongue lower down and try to push my tongue inside her wet hole as best I can. Moving back to her clit with my tongue, I slowly push just one finger inside her, enjoying the feelings of her wet lips spreading. I slowly tease her and never push inside too deeply, instead I run my finger around her opening, gently and slowly going deeper, before finally adding a second finger.

Her breathing increases and I use my two fingers facing upward to push pressure against her g-spot. I feel the rough raised patch inside her and focus there, while sucking on her clit while circling it with my tongue.

She begins to orgasm. Her back arches in pulses and I feel her legs shaking. She was not terribly audible prior to this but she moans while cumming.

We go to her kitchen for a short break and get some water. I pick her up onto her counter and briefly lick her pussy again. I feel her become turned on again but don’t go for very long. Neither of us are in a particular hurry and we decide to go outside for another smoke.

For those un-initiated, high sex is awesome. Unlike alcohol I retain control and arousal but don’t feel in a rush. You can focus on pleasing your partner, while still enjoying pleasure, but without the same mad rush to cum.

We sit outside on her front step, her in her housecoat smoking another joint. While she has the joint I go down to street level, lift her housecoat and again begin giving her oral. As with the kitchen counter oral, this is relaxed. Neither of us are trying extremely hard to cum but we both enjoy the exposure and the idea that anyone could walk past and see us.

We eventually return to her house and go inside the bedroom. Lucky she is on the pill and despite earlier saying we definitely were not going to have sex. It is clear now is finally the time. She lays back on her bed with me standing on the floor infront of her.

Although I am average height I have been blessed with a rather good cock. I am 8” long and about 6” girth. In my experience this is the perfect size as I can fill a lady up and spread her wide, but am not at quite the ridiculous size. My cock also curves slightly upwards and I works great to stimulate g-spots. I rub my uncircumsized cock head around her pussy, spreading her wetness before pushing inside.

I slowly push into her in one stroke, alternating between looking at her face as she slowly moans and looking at my cock disappearing between her spread pussy lips. We increase pace while she lies on her back. I recall earlier in the night her saying that she likes to be fucked rough. With a faster pace I push into more roughly while grabbing her breasts.

One of the best parts of fucking someone for the first time is finding out all the depraved shit they like. I experiment by pinching and pulling her nipple. She reacts with a “yes please” so I continue play with her breasts. Sometime pulling her nipples, other times roughly grabbing her breasts while fucking her.

We switch positions and I bend her over the bed. Just like when I first was massaging her I see her pink little asshole winking at me. I finger her soaking pussy briefly to lube myself up and then push my finger into her asshole. She is incredible tight and is loving the extra stimulation. My view of her stuffed pussy and ass is incredible. Although I wasn’t in a rush to cum previously I start to feel my orgasm build. I start fucking her fast and deep. Her pussy is warmed up and she can take me nearly all the way. I feel her asshole start to clench on my hands and I release as well. We both cum at the same time, her moaning as a pump her wet pussy full of my cum.

We fall asleep shortly after that. She moved away a few weeks later and I haven’t seen her again. Although I still remember her.

If you are a lady and this turned you on, let me know in the comments or a DM.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/hxyjty/you_can_stay_over_but_we_are_not_having_sex_fm