[FF] Finally meeting (and eating) my online crush

As usual, skip to the dashes to get past the backstory and get straight to the sex. Suggestions and questions are welcome and encouraged. I’m on mobile, so sorry if my formatting is off.

This story takes place the night before last.

I matched R on a dating ap about a year ago. She was one of those women I swiped right on largely due to wishful thinking, expecting that there was no way we would actually match since she was too hot for me. To my surprise, we did. To my even greater surprise, she had similar feelings about me.

R is about 5’5″ and strikingly pretty. She has big doe-like eyes, full lips, perfect eyebrows and a smattering of pale freckles. She’s athletic but still wonderfully curvaceous, with a classic hourglass figure. For lack of a better word, the way she styles herself is “alternative” – she has stretched ear lobes, quite a lot of tattoos, and changes her hair frequently.

Talking with R was so easy from the start. We got along like wildfire. However, due to living a fair distance apart as well as various complications in both of our lives, meeting up was a challenge. We had to cancel and reschedule a ridiculous number of times. We kept talking though, and gradually built a lot of emotional intimacy. I was very confident that the chemistry would be there in real life, as we had video chatted, not just texted.

The day finally came that I would be meeting her for dinner. She had work the next day, so it would just be dinner – or so I thought. I took clothes and make up to work with me so that I could go straight from work to our date and be with her as soon as possible. As we were both getting ready, we were texting about how excited and nervous we felt. There had been so much build up. I had picked out a black maxi dress which has a sheer lace panel just above the knees; casual and doesn’t look like it tries too hard, but still a little sexy. I put time and effort into my make up and chose a red lipstick which was smudge proof ;)

I was shaking with nerves and excitement as I walked into the restaurant. She sat waiting for me in the furthermost corner. Her eyes lit up, and she practically leaped out of her seat when she saw me approaching. She wore a red crushed velvet maxi skirt and a silky black cami. We hugged more like friends than lovers, both of us jittery and flustered.

My nerves rapidly dissipated, and R’s seemed to as well. Interacting was easy and natural, I felt like we had known each other for years. Neither of us wanted the date to end when we finished eating, and we simultaneously suggested to each other that we go for a drink.

We chose a nearby small bar with atmospheric dim lighting. Our table had a vintage looking velvet couch on either side. She initially sat opposite me, then changed her mind, got up, and moved to sit next to me, so close that our thighs almost touched. As we were talking, I noticed our feet touching under the table. Soon after, she took hold of my hand. My heart fluttered and I felt my breath quicken. Her touch was electric.

It was R who eventually worked up the courage to ask to kiss me. We made out heavily in the back of the bar. I bit her lower  lip and she moaned. We put our hands on each other. Looking around to check no one was watching us, she reached up to feel my breast through my dress. “Are you not wearing a bra?” she exclaimed with some surprise. “No. I don’t usually wear one”. “Neither do I, but what the fuck, your breasts are big but still so perky!”

We talked more, we made out more, we went to a second bar. Neither of us wanted our date to end. This went on for hours until the bar was closing, and she invited herself home with me. “I’m too tired for sex, but I want to sleep next to you and cuddle”. I liked her initiative.

At my place, I changed into pyjamas and found her some pyjamas to wear. We climed into bed, I turned the light out, and we snuggled into each other. I wrapped a leg around her hips and gave her what I intended to be a good night kiss, but it quickly escalated into making out again.

—————— Sex starts here——————

We practically tore off each others’ shirts. She pinched my nipples and kissed me with hunger and near desperation. I felt the blood rush to my clit and an involuntary wriggling of my hips. I sucked, licked and bit her nipples as my hands explored the landscape of her body. As I caressed her thigh, she spread her legs and the leg I had wrapped around her slid between them so that we were pretty close to being in a scissoring position. We continued making out and began grinding against each other through our pyjama shorts. Subtly at first, little wriggles that could be mistaken as accidental, but eventually we abandoned all modesty.

I wanted more. I asked if she wanted me to go down on her. She shyly but eagerly said yes. I pulled off the pyjama shorts I had given her minutes before, revealing her hairless pussy. I don’t mind hair – in fact most of the women who I’ve had sex with haven’t removed theirs – but it was an interesting novelty.

I guided her legs further apart to get better access and dived between them, wrapping my hands around her thighs. She was glistening with wettness before I even started. I went to work. I’ll be honest, we were both a bit drunk and very tired, so it probably wasn’t the best head I’ve given, but it was definitely enthusiastic. I planted a couple of kisses on her inner thighs, but I didn’t tease her for very long, I was absolutely aching to eat her. I put my mouth over her whole vulva and used my tongue to part her labia, starting at the bottom and licking all the way up to find her hard clit. She tasted delicious and slightly sweet. She moaned, and I moaned too, my mouth still full of her. After a short while, she began to thrust her pussy into my mouth, fucking my face. I held onto her hips to keep her clit against my tongue. I felt her legs begin to shake.

I don’t know how long this went for, but after a while she asked me to stop and kiss her. She explained that she often can’t cum at first with new partners (sorry if that’s anticlimactic but I’m about honesty in these stories). I said that’s no problem as long as she was having a good time. She said she was, and I went down on her some more until she pulled me up again and asked me to just hold her. She put a shirt back on and we fell asleep spooning, the sweet smell of her hair in my face. It was a rainy night and perfect cuddle weather. Waking up next to her was a dream. I’m sure we will have lots more fun together and I’ll probably have more stories to share here.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/lxf3xy/ff_finally_meeting_and_eating_my_online_crush