[FM] Fucked a Greek god on the first date!

If anyone else is longing for the pre-corona days, here is a story for you. This is the story of my best first date ever. Picture the sweet sultriness of a hot summer night with an even hotter guy. (To skip to the fun stuff, start at the ***)

Last year, I met a guy at a party. My friends and I wanted to blow off some stress by going to a fancy party at a friend’s house. We dressed up and pregamed with tequila shots. I put on a tight red dress that hugged my curvy ass and stepped into some heels, which is pretty rare for me—I’m more of a jeans and t-shirt kind of gal. I didn’t know many people at the party, so I passed the time people-watching, cracking jokes, and sipping one beer after another. At one point I ended up chatting with this gorgeous guy, let’s call him Chris. Chris was the friend of a friend and lived in the next town over. I was attracted to him instantly, not only because he’s super handsome and worldly, but he’s just a cool guy too. He looks kind of Mediterranean: tall, brown hair, dark eyes, and a sexy beard. That night he was wearing a soft blue sweater, but you could still tell he had a fantastic body underneath. Several times, I found myself staring at his broad shoulders and biceps forming a perfect Greek god-like figure. We talked almost all night, migrating from standing in the kitchen to sitting in the living room while the party swirled around us. Our knees were almost touching. My tipsy mind wanted to climb into his lap and make out, but the more rational part of my brain reminded me that I shouldn’t. The party eventually wound down and my friends were gathering at the door, ready to leave. In the jumble of finding coats, roommates, and keys, I didn’t get to say goodbye or give him my number. My roommates teased me about him as we drunkenly walked home while I grinned, happy to have met such an attractive stranger.

The months passed quickly. Winter melted into spring, and spring blossomed into summer. I dated around a little, but never forgot Chris the Greek god in his soft sweater. One afternoon, bored of homework, I decided to satisfy my curiosity. I looked him up on Facebook (carefully noting that he didn’t appear to have a girlfriend), gathered my courage, and sent him a message asking him out for a casual drink. My heart pounded as I nervously paced around my room. *Calm down, Sophie,* I told myself, taking deep breaths. *He’s probably already dating someone or doesn’t ever check Facebook and probably isn’t even interested in you.* My phone dinged and I nearly passed out. He said yes!

We met up at a brewery one evening a few weeks later. I wanted to impress him, but in a casually sexy way, so I put on a lacy bra and a loose tank top that revealed juuust the right amount of cleavage, tight jeans that showed off my curves, some nice earrings, and my trusty Tevas. Before leaving, I took one last look at myself in my car’s rearview mirror. My eyes were bright, skin flushed with summer sun, and my curly hair was behaving for once. My nerves were simmering with excitement. *Fuck it, let’s go hang out with a Greek god*, I told myself.

Even though it had been a while since we last met in person, the conversation flowed like water. We laughed and swapped stories over nachos and beer, then went for a walk around the neighborhood. The sun was setting and the area was full of people enjoying the golden light on patios, walking their dogs, gossiping as they walked. My short legs had to rush to keep up with Chris’ long strides, and I tried to hide how much I was out of breath as we wandered around the hills, talking about everything and nothing. Dusk fell, and we ended up driving back to his house, where he invited me inside to show me some of his favorite music “properly”. We sat next to each other on his couch, the only sources of light in the darkening room were his laptop and a sweet-smelling candle flickering warmly nearby.

My insides were full of butterflies, but I tried to keep my cool as I leaned back in the cushions as the music washed over us. Our knees brushed together. That tiny point of contact electrified my whole body and drove my imagination wild with what might happen later. Meanwhile, he was telling me all about the music and pointing out parts of songs that he admired. I did my best to pay attention as I felt myself getting more and more aroused.

A slower song came on. He put an arm around me and I leaned into his side. He smelled so good, like soap and pine and something musky. I drifted off into a fantasy of him being a mechanic at a rural auto shop, and me rolling up to his shop on the last coughing fumes of my broken car. He’d lean under the hood of my car, his grease-stained hands investigating the engine, loosening and tightening bolts and patching hoses. When it came time to pay him, he’d refuse my cash and instead pull me into his garage and fuck me on the hood of his project car, leaving dark grease fingerprints all over my body.

“Do you want to put a song on?”

“Hmm?” I pulled away from the daydream. He was gesturing at the laptop.

“Show me some of your favorite music.”

“Sure!” I said, pulling the computer towards me. The names of every band and artist I’d ever listened to instantly flew out of my head. I typed something in, hit play, and snuggled back into the couch. One of his hands drifted down and rested on my hip. The song ended, and he murmured, “That was good, I liked it.” I looked up at him, trying to say something clever, but got so lost his dark brown eyes, I forgot words. He leaned down and kissed me. It took my breath away and although gentle, had an intense sexual power behind it.

***

The next few minutes became a blur as we made out, hands exploring above and eventually under our clothes. I climbed into his lap and straddled him as his hands traveled up my thighs, over my ass, and up my back, lifting off my shirt and making my skin shiver. His big hands slid over my bra and I heard him softly chuckle as my nipples hardened under his touch through the thin fabric. I grinded my hips into him and felt his cock hardening. *Fuuuck, that’s hot*. I helped him take his shirt off too and was met with the most perfect chest I’ve ever seen, nicely muscled but not too much, covered in a sexy amount of body hair. I love a bit of body hair—there’s something about it on men that’s so masculine and incredibly hot. I couldn’t stop myself from touching him more, up through that chest hair and perfect pecs, across his collarbone, and down his biceps and forearms. His big hands found the clasp of my bra and after a moment of fiddling, slid it off.

“Holy shit,” he said, staring at my tits.

“What?”

“You have the most perfect tits I’ve ever seen.” He ran a hand over them, making my nipples tingle and harden. He licked and sucked on them, and I couldn’t help moaning a little. My tits are big enough to fill his hands as they continued to explore my body.

Suddenly, Chris grabbed my ass and stood up. My legs instinctively wrapped around him as I yelped in surprise and he laughed while carrying me to his room, still making out.

Chris tossed me onto his bed with ease, unbuttoned my jeans, and took them off. He grinned hungrily at the sight of my red lace thong as he traced my thigh with a finger. He leaned over me and kissed me some more while his hand slid slowly down my belly and teased my inner thighs. I was soaking wet at this point, shaking and ready to beg him to fuck me. Luckily, I didn’t have to because he pushed aside my thong and slid two broad fingers inside me. I gasped, it felt so good to finally have him touching my pussy. “God, you’re so wet.” he whispered. I giggled and pulled him in for another kiss as his fingers began to rub my clit in a circle. He quickly got into a nice rhythm of rubbing my clit and fingerfucking me as my hips involuntarily began to move with him. After a little while, he ducked down, tore off my thong, and began working my clit with his tongue with a couple fingers still inside me. He went faster and faster, and soon I was moaning and gasping through my first orgasm of the night, my back arching and toes curling as it washed over me. I caught my breath quickly, and then pulled him up to kiss him, his mouth tasting like my pussy. I wanted to get fucked by him so badly, but first I had work to do. It was time for me to repay him.

I stood up, unbuckled his belt, and helped slide off his pants and briefs. His dick was honestly perfect, but slightly bigger than I was expecting. I pushed him back onto the bed and climbed on top to make out some more while gently stroking his hard cock. When I could feel some precum on my hand, I started traveling downward, planting kisses and playful bites at every stop. First his neck, then chest, abs, hips, and thigh. Wanting to tease him a little, I didn’t put his cock in my mouth right away. I continued kissing his inner thighs, then made my way to his balls. He reached down and gathered up my long hair, keeping it up out of my face as I worked. (Fellas, please always do this. It’s such a sweet and sexy move) In one long swipe, I licked the length of his cock, appreciating his shiver when my mouth made contact with his head. Encouraged, I licked the whole thing again, and again. Holding the base of his cock, I realized how thick it was. *Fuck yes,* I thought, *My favorite.* My pussy twitched at the thought of getting to ride it soon while my tongue circled the tip of his dick delicately, then swirled deeper around his head. Then I finally let the whole thing sink into my mouth, my tight lips simulating what my pussy will feel like. He groaned and rocked his hips. I started off slow and tight at first, like he had done with me, then went faster and a bit looser, concentrating my tongue action around his head and using my other hand to slide up and down his shaft, since there was no way I could fit that whole cock in my mouth. Chancing a glance up, I saw him leaning back, eyes closed, clearly loving this. I let myself get sloppy with it, spit lubricating his entire cock as I worked it up and down, my pussy getting wetter and wetter from how much pleasure I knew this was giving him.

Suddenly, he grabbed my elbow and pulled me up. A little drool fell down my chin and I quickly wiped it away. “I need you right now.” he said, with an intensity that made me weak in the knees. I rolled off and he got up to rummage around for a condom. A flash and crinkle of gold foil wrapper and he was back on top of me. My legs were shaking with the anticipation of finally getting fucked. I needed him right fucking now. He looked right into my eyes as his cock slid inside me effortlessly, filling me to the brim. I couldn’t help it, I gasped aloud. His cock fit me so well.

He began kissing my neck as he started fucking me. Goosebumps rose all over my skin as the pleasure from his rough stubble and fantastic body washed over me. “Fuuuuck Sophie, you’re so wet.” he groaned. I ran my hands through his hair and pulled him closer with my legs. I forgot how to speak, I even forgot my own name. There was only the smell of sex and his body and how fucking good his cock felt thrusting inside me again and again.

“Get on top” he growled, and flipped us over. I got myself situated while straddling him, then teased his head with my wet pussy lips. “Do you want me?” I asked jokingly, hovering over his rock-hard cock. “Oh my god, yeah.” he growled, grabbing my hips and I sank down, luxuriating in that amazing feeling. We started nice and slow, pulling his cock out almost all the way, then sliding it back in until he was fully inside me. His hands wandered from my hips and thighs to my tits, rolling my hard nipples gently between his fingers. I love having my nips played with, so this drove me wild. I leaned forward to kiss him and whisper dirty things into his ear. He must have liked it because he increased the speed, and soon I was getting fucked fast and hard, moaning with pleasure, both hands steadying myself on his chest. “Chris, you’re going to make me come again!” I managed to get out before I orgasmed for the second time.

When it passed, he lifted me again and we settled into doggy style. It can be a tricky angle for me sometimes, but we worked it out and soon he was railing me hard from behind. His rough hands gripped my hips as he fucked me hard, occasionally giving my ass a smack. It felt so hot to be fucking this amazing guy on the first date, even more so when I could push back and enjoy the full length of his cock. Soon I was grasping at the sheets and rubbing my clit to send myself over the edge of a third orgasm, just as he began to cum. He gasped and pulled me in close for a few final powerful thrusts. I could feel his cock pulsing inside me. We sat there for a moment, panting hard, his head resting on my shoulder. We chuckled a bit before cleaning up and lying down in his bed, tangled up in a close embrace.

Since that night, we’ve continued a pretty amazing casual relationship with a lot more incredible sex in various places.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/jkisws/fm_fucked_a_greek_god_on_the_first_date