[FM] The time I (23[F]) had sex with a married photographer (36[M])

Don’t know how to write these but after being asked to write a sex story this is the one that came to mind. This was a few years ago so I can’t remember all the details but I still think about it a lot. For me the most sexual parts of this is the sexual tension before I had sex with this person so this will have a lot of build up. I was a young naive 1st year uni student that wanted to make her ex jealous with lots of thirst traps on Instagram. So naturally I turned to bikini modelling because I was to embarrassed to ask my real friends to take bikini pics of me. This is how I ended up organising a shoot with a photographer off of a casting website.

We started the shoot at a natural rock pool and when I first saw him I was shocked as, if I’m honest, I’d never seen a young, good looking photographer before. I was instantly attracted to him and found him easy to talk to and the shoot quickly ended up being us just hanging out. As he was from overseas and wanted to see all the local beaches we ended up taking the coastal walk and doing bikini shoots every time we found a new beach. Something about his accent made him seem really passionate when he spoke and made him sound really smart, it had me hooked on his every word.

Around midday we went by his hotel room (near one of the beaches) for lunch and a bottle of red, then continued shooting just as an excuse to hang out. I was a little drunk at this point and dropped my sunglasses down a rock and crawled under them with just feet poking out. As I started to carefully try and back out I realised it was a good view of my ass so I pretended to need help to get back up. So he had to put his hands on my legs to help me out and I could just feel his hands lingering so my heart was beating like crazy. Safe to say there was a lot of sexual tension and the this.

After this, as we were climbing rocks to get to more secluded areas to take photos he kept on joking about not letting me drop anything and held my stuff and would always have his hands around my waist to help me up or down a rock and each time he did that I just wanted to lean into his body and close my eyes.

Eventually we found a spot and it was getting kinda late, the sun was starting to set and I was tired, my makeup was ruined from having fun in the water, lying in sand and crawling through rocks I just wanted to go home. We were both was half submerged in the water as I was posing for the camera and he kept on complimenting how beautiful I looked, how he had to get a better shot of my face, how I had to come closer to the camera. He kept on telling me to come closer and closer and each time, in my tiny white bikini, on my hands and knees, I’d crawl a little closer. Until I might as well of been on top of him and god I wanted to start making out with him right there.

Something about the way he kept on saying come closer turned me on so much I cannot explain, I couldn’t sit still. But I held back and didn’t kiss him because I was too shy to make the first move, what if he wasn’t into me?

After that we went back to his hotel room where as I was covered in salt and sand, I had a shower before going home. And yes I did what every girl does when they are showering in a hotel room with a handsome man, I didn’t fully close the door. I was too scared to make it obvious I wanted him to see, so I only left it open a couple centimetres and I have no idea if he looked through because I was to scared to look back at the slightly ajar door. I felt guilty for being so into him at this point and as he hadn’t kissed me back when I was practically leaning over his lap shooting, I thought maybe he wasn’t into me. I thought I was seducing him but looking back I now know it was the other way around.

The next day after he had work, I was invited back to his hotel room to discuss editing photos. This time he bought me a bottle of frangelico as I’d mentioned I was going through a phase of drinking it straight. As it was kinda late it was cold sitting on the balcony as we had before so we ended up conveniently on his bed, he kept on saying how I looked like a goddess and complimenting my looks.

Then as usual it ended up with us just talking and hanging out and he had something funny on his phone he wanted to show me. I was leaning on the bed frame, next to the end side table and he was sitting down next to me. So to get his phone which was on the bedside table, he had to reach over me, so basically he was very close and as his arm reached out his face was right next to mine and he just asked ‘Is this ok with you?’ I’d spent that entire night just staring at him adoringly, I don’t know why I felt so scared and shy but I was freaking out when he asked me that. My heart was pounding I felt like I’d been waiting a million years for him to make a move. The lead up was too much the handle, the way after all that time he somehow really smoothly had ended up holding my body toward his. I just looked down and awkwardly said yes and then he started kissing me. At first it was awkward as my lips and kissing technique slowly got used to his and then it just meshed and we both started flowing off each other with how we were kissing, it was perfect.

He was on top of me and my legs were squeezing his back and he was passionately kissing me and I just thought I am so ready to orgasm from this right now, I need to orgasm, and I didn’t really know a whole lot about sex at the time but the only way for me to enjoy it and be good at it, was to feel completely comfortable, not give a shit about how I looked and to feel extremely romantic feelings. So as we were kissing I could just feel myself letting go, relaxing, I got myself in a mindset where I felt like I was giving him my heart and body, that it was his and he could do anything he wanted to it. However we’d been just kissing in that position kissing for a while, I felt like he was now shy and unsure where I was comfortable with going next.

At that moment , I was now completely relaxed and had let go of all stress, all I wasn’t thinking about foreplay at all I just wanted sex and to feel what he would feel like inside me. I was so excited for that initial penetration and was jittery inside but my clothes were still on. To give him a message I was ready I had my toes kinda along the edge of his underwear but I thought it was just pants so I just pushed down and I actually pulled his pants and his underwear all the way off. I was kinda kinda embarrassed as we were both fully clothed beforehand I didn’t mean to pretty much get him start naked straightaway from just kissing. I felt like I’d overstepped the line. It surprised him so much he stopped everything and was just kinda in shock I’d got him naked so fast. I nervously apologised but he just said how I was so sexy. Then he pulled down my skirt and underwear too and went down on me. As I was still young and I was also kinda shy about guys going down on me and had only experienced oral in very short spurts, so I was uncomfortable at first then surprised myself because when I expected him to he kept on going. Each time he pressed his tongue into my vagina I closed my eyes and imagined the pressure I was feeling was his dick. It was the best oral I’ve ever experienced and to this day the longest.

Then it was my turn, and I was more than happy to give it my best shot, he kept on moaning how did you learn how to do that? and something about the way he said it made me feel like I was the best oral he’d experienced too, despite me not really knowing what I was doing. It made me want to keep on going and eventually I got adventurous, I had small boobs but why not? I gave them my best squeeze and surprised to find that despite their small size I could still put his dick between them and titfuck him. I still remember how proud I felt of myself and my little boobs.

That’s when he put his hands around my waist and pulled me up so that I was straddling him and grinding on his dick while kissing him like a crazy person. He rolled over me so he was on top again and started slowly pushing his dick into me while I was shaking with anticipation and excitement. Then he just went at it like an animal pulling my legs into positions and occasionally asking me if I was okay when I moaned too loud but never slowing down. Then he tossed me like a rag doll onto my stomach so I was facing down and he slowed down and stopped with his dick deep inside me. His hands were grabbing my hair and I could feel his breathe on my neck as he pulled my head by the hair up to his lips and started kissing me and fucking me from behind. I was trying my best to kiss properly back but every time he went too deep I couldn’t help gasp or scream or as we kissing. Even though he was pulling my hair and being rough something about it felt so romantic and gentle, the way he kept on kissing my lips even as they parted in pleasure, the way he’d pull my face back to his every time I felt my muscles going slack, and every time I felt him run his hands along my body I got butterflies.

It was the best sex, most romantic intimate sex I’d ever had and he spooned me all night.
The next morning he was getting ready to go on another business trip and we were making out, cuddling and making out more , he kept on saying he wished he’d met me earlier so he could keep me to himself and fuck me everyday, and at one point he paused while making out with me and just ran his hands along my body and I know this is corny but he said ‘your body is immaculate’ and the way he said it while taking it all in I have never forgotten. Even though this happened ages ago my mind always goes back to that moment and him taking photos of me on the beach saying to come closer.

We continued talking through WhatsApp and he kept on saying he wanted to see me again that he was going to have a business trip soon to Hong Kong and he could pay for me to go and keep him company. I thought it was weird for someone who looked to be in there late twenties to afford that and that he could ask me that but not add me on social media. Eventually I found his Facebook and found out he was a lot older than I thought he was and married with 2 young kids. I confronted him about it and he said I was a temporary mistake but I always think about that time we had together and how I was so ready to just fall in love with this guy and have a long distance relationship with him because he turned me on so much.

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Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/i3mutz/fm_the_time_i_23f_had_sex_with_a_married