It’s been a six months since the last time I had PIV sex. When COVID19 hit, I took it very seriously and only came out of the house for work, groceries, and the gas station. I ended my friends with benefits arrangement to do my part with social distancing. Since then, I moved across the country, and there is more research out showing that if you keep gatherings below 10 people and wear a mask, that’s pretty much the standard for staying safe. So, while I wasn’t about to have any parties, it made me feel comfortable with the idea of dating one-on-one again.
I dated a woman for about a month, but ended things because she reminded me too much of my ex-husband- go figure.
Another month goes by. I match with a handsome 40 year old, recently divorced man. Rob. Sure, he’s got 10 years on me, but we have a lot of the same interests and hobbies. He even starts reading the book I mention on my profile so we have something to talk about. (Swoon)
We meet for our first date (outside and wearing masks), and boy-howdy am I smitten. He’s just as handsome in person, and I have not laughed that hard on a first date EVER. I swear I was crying at some point and my face hurt so good. Our second date (also outside, wearing masks), also a success, and I end it by kissing him on the cheek, to which he responds by kissing me back on the lips. Third date, I invite him over to my place. Of course we end up making out on my couch.
The temptation to fuck is looming, but I also want to feel out who he is as a person, and what kind of partner he is. As I straddle him, I say, “If I bring you back to my room, I’m totally down to get naked, but no sex, okay?” “Okay.”
I lead him to my bedroom, unbuttoning his shirt and bringing it past his shoulders. He strips off his undershirt and shorts. I’m pulling my shirt overhead then taking off one of my socks. He grabs the other sock, taking it off my foot, and throwing it over his shoulder with a mischievous grin. Once my tights are past my knees, he does the same with them too.
I look him over. He’s 40, but he’s got a better body than most men at any age. It is clear that he takes care of himself with exercise and a decent diet. The military has left its mark with him with the V of his torso to his waist, his arms filled the sleeves of the shirt that’s now discarded on the floor, and it is apparent that he does not skip leg day. All body hair is trimmed, face clean-shaven, and of course he has a fresh haircut. I don’t know if he is wearing cologne or just smells clean, but I want to bury my face into his neck and breathe him in.
He kisses me with an incredible passion, holding me, stroking my back, and doing all other little things that relax me and sweep me away. His breathing is loud and it makes my heart race. He is practically growling, but with a quiet power as his hands are so delicate with me. Piece by piece, our undergarments are lost to the floor, and we are groping at each other, kissing and moaning as if our lives depended on it.
He stays true to his promise and does not try to stick in just the tip, or otherwise breach my boundary. However, it is still extremely sexy that he will rub against me with the motions of sex, and goodness, it was tempting to take it back and tell him to fuck me.
Instead, I think he realized this was a test of sorts. He wanted to pass. So he trailed his mouth down past my hips and settled in between my thighs. Oh, God yes. I don’t know what he was doing, but it was wonderful. Unlike all previous partners, he did not push too hard, he was perfect. I didn’t come, “Sorry, I can take a while,” I say, but it was duly noted, the man is a giver; he passed the test.
Now it was my turn to give. After we kept making out I rolled him on his back and took him in my mouth. If nothing else, I am an enthusiastic blow job slut. “God. I didn’t think today could get any better,” he managed to say between exasperated breaths. I take my time cycling through my favorite techniques. He brings me up, “You’re not the only one that can take some time,” he says and we chuckle and keep making out.
Neither of us came, but I wasn’t even disappointed. I had such a good time with him. It was fun, sexy, pleasurable, and comfortable. All the hallmarks of a positive sexual interaction. We nestle together, and I get to bask in the pleasure of skin-on-skin contact. I’m relaxed with my eyes closed, but am pleasantly surprised when I open them and see his ruggedly good looking face so close to mine.
It was a Wednesday, so I had the unsavory task of kicking this extremely sexy man out of bed. We left with the verbal agreement that he’d have dinner with me again in two days. All the next day I was distracted. I kept thinking about his body against mine. It turned me on so much that when I was peeing, I had a transient thought of him, and it stirred a pleasurable contraction that stopped me mid-stream. I had to re-focus in order to finish my business and carry on with my day.
Friday rolls around. He comes over for our fourth date. We have dinner and a normal conversation. Then, again, no surprise, we end up making out on my couch. This time, clothes come off in the living room. I settle between his knees, he puts his hand on top of my head as I bob and suck. Again, he is extremely gentle and does not push my head down, but encourages a pace that I eagerly follow. He puts his hand under my chin and brings me up to kiss me. We make our way to the bedroom. As I recline back he whispers, “You are so sexy.” He climbs on top of me, hands caressing my hair and breasts, kissing up my neck and jaw before consuming my lips.
We resume our activities from Wednesday. He follows the unspoken guidance, no sex. Hands and mouths and dry humping. His willingness to abide makes it impossible for me to ignore how badly I want his cock inside of me. “Do you want to have sex?” I ask him. “Yes.”
I grab a chain of condoms and return to bed. I’m on top and ease down over him. Holy shit, he feels amazing. The head of his dick hits my g-spot with pretty much any movement. I’ve never felt that good from penetration alone. I’d thought that all porn stars must be full of bullshit with all the noise they make. Turns out, I just didn’t have the right dick in me.
His hand is woven into my hair as he kisses me and thrusts into me. He pulls my hair from the roots in a perfect handful that shows me he’s in charge; he knows how to dominate but not hurt me. He pulls my hair so my head tilts back and he can kiss down my neck and suck my nipples. Hot. His other arm is around my waist to bring me closer and bring him in deeper. He lets go of my hair and awakens my skin as his fingernails scratch down my back, the biting tingle turning me on even more as he simultaneously grazes my nipple with his teeth.
In one swift move, he takes me from cowgirl to missionary. How he did it, I’m not even sure. I’m not used to having such a muscular partner. All I know is that one moment I’m on top, the next, his arm is supporting my back as he lays me down under him. I am not used to this, but I could definitely get used to it. He is dominating me in exactly the way I want. He continues the domination by grabbing me by the knees to pull me down further on the bed.
He spreads my thighs and fucks me on his knees, lifting my feet to his shoulders. This gets me close. He can hear my desperation and stops fucking me to start finger fucking and eating me out. I ask if I can help him out, he accepts. I play with my clit as he thrusts his fingers in me. I start to come, he is still thrusting. At peak climax, I cannot take any more stimulation. I bat his hand away while laughing from pleasure, “Nomore. Nomore. Nomore.” I beg him over and over again, stuck in a verbal loop even once he’s already stopped.
After I’ve regained my mental faculties and gross motor functions I kiss him again, gingerly. He responds passionately, biting my lip. I’ve just come, but it turns me on again. A few more minutes of kissing and I open my legs to him. First from behind while spooning, then on my hands and knees, then back to missionary. From there, he leans back to again fuck me from his knees, this time with my knees mostly closed and pinned to my chest. I can hear the sharp intake of breath as he pulls out and strokes himself above me, hot cum lands on my stomach and chest. Fuck yes. Initially, he hovers over me to kiss me, but our bodies meet and smear the mess between us in a way that is hot and raw.
I offer him either a shower or a towel, “A towel. If we shower, we’ll miss the best part.”
“Best part?”
“Yeah, five minutes of cuddling then round two.”
I laugh as I throw a towel at him. “Just five minutes of cuddling? Lame!”
We cuddle for much longer than five minutes. His chest is so inviting. My leg is draped over his. His arm feels secure as it holds me against him. His other hand traces up and down my arm, back, hip, and strokes my hair. We talk as we snuggle. We laugh- something we do a lot of together. Being with him feels good. He looks at me, smiles, and looks back up at the ceiling. I study his face. “You are so handsome.”
“You’re just inflating my ego,” he smiles though and hugs me closer.
“Nuh, uh. It’s true,” I hug him back and kiss him on the cheek.
Eventually we stir and make moves to get our clothes from the living room. But we end up standing naked in the door frame and kiss. Kissing turns to making out. Making out brings an erection between us. We both look surreptitiously around pretending not to notice, and neither of us address it directly, but then the kissing changes tone and he backs me up against the wall. I bring my leg up, he lifts me entirely by the hips and fucks me against the wall. While hot in theory, we decide to take it back to bed. I push him down this time and climb on top. He has a firm grip on me by the waist. We are fucking like deprived animals.
“Spank me.” I plead. He delivers swiftly. He enjoys it as much as I do. He grunts and thrusts deeper into me with each well-placed swat on my ass.
“I’m going to come,” he moans. I ride him harder. “I’m going to come,” he says again, the words barely escape his lips.
“Yes. Do it,” I demand in a whisper.
He groans and convulses. His head is off the side of the bed, fingers leaving crescent indents in my skin as he holds on to me as if he is trying to stay in touch with reality. As his convulsions subside, I squeeze him with a Kegal (WAP, stealing my secrets!), and it makes his whole body stiffen again. “You’ve got tricks don’t you?” he says to me. I nod, smile at him, bite my lip, and keep teasing him this way until we finally uncouple.
“I thought I lost you there for a moment,” I joke. He smirks and rolls his eyes, kisses me, and tucks me under his arm for snuggling. We have a few more minutes of cuddling before we get up for real and actually get dressed.
He’s gone camping solo for the long weekend. I’ll be eagerly awaiting his return.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/inxkx1/sir_fm_or_how_i_30f_ended_my_covid_dry_spell_with
I suggest crossposting to the wholesome GW sub as well. This was great! ?
Love it! Hope to hear more from you
This is so wholesome.
Any picture of you? :)