So I posted on raomd back at Christmas time, got a bunch of responses, hooked up with two of the respondents and would generally consider it a success. The real story begins at Round 4.
Me – 40, kinda mediocre mom bod, not quite a cougar, but not opposed to going younger. Short curly hair, nose ring, tattoos, 5’4”. 32/34DDD breasts, depending on the bra, size 8-10 depending on the jeans.
Sweet Home Alabama (respondent 1) – 31, fit, short and curly dark hair and around 5’10, or 11. Can’t remember.
To start out, Respondent 2 ate pussy like a god, but he didn’t seem to understand that misrepresentation of your looks and weight aren’t really a good way to get repeats. I’m not gonna say I’m a model, but I’m always super honest with what I look like. Plus, he wouldn’t leave afterwards, kept trying to pressure me for more, and I didn’t want to. BLOCKT. Take notes on that one, gents.
Round 1 & 2. Respondent 1 (Sweet Home Alabama) was from Huntsville, approximately 4 ½ hours away from me, which was way way outside the area I was searching in. But our conversations were really good, and I liked the energy between us. So he drove out, and upon arrival told me I was way cuter than my pics. Score one for this guy. We ended up talking, and then making out, and then getting stoned. Except I greened out, and cannot remember anything that happened except in a hazy sense of time passing. It’s a good thing he’s a really good dude, because I could have really been hurt. This lunatic drives out two days later to come back, except I didn’t get off because he was too tired to want to do more than get a blowjob.
Round 3. At this point, I’m seriously second guessing this decision, because I don’t remember the first time, the second time was me getting him off, AND he’s 4 hours away. We keep in touch, and SHA comes back in February. He eats me out, but I’m at this awkward “am I spotting, am I not” phase of my period, so I didn’t really let myself sink into it. It was a meh orgasm. But it wasn’t one I had to give myself, and I enjoy sucking his dick. But then he disappears. Ignores my text that I sent after a week of no contact, letting him know I’m just assuming his silence means he’s not feeling it, and that’s totally fine and I wish him well.
Round 4 Prelude. So after a month of silence, me deleting our text messages, and figuring I must have been lame in bed (was also ghosted by 8 other dudes from both dates and hookups in this period, and tbh, it really stung), I get a text. He’s apologetic, talking about changes to his adhd meds (one of those things we absolutely bonded over, the trials and tribulations of the squirrel brain), asking how I’m doing and wondering if we’d still be able to hang out. We end up talking on the phone and I decide – fuck it. Let’s make this happen, one last time to see if we really do click sexually. It’s not like anyone else is interested in me. A week and a half later, our schedules align. I’m pms-ing like a boss, and that means orgasms are harder to come by. But I’m also sad and lonely and reallllllly needing human contact. Because it’s a work night, I’m planning to stay up all night, because he’s got to leave at 6:30am to be back home to get to work in time. And he’s arriving at 12:30am. We’ve got 6ish hours of sex planned and I’m so hopeful it’s good.
Round 4. SHA shows up, I’ve got a bowl packed and we smoke. One big hit for me, two for him, and then we settle in for making out and letting the weed hit. I’ve learned I’m a one hit wonder, and if he doesn’t want to be too stoned to function, 2 (maybe 3) is the sweet spot. I’m in a silk nightie, satin robe over it, thigh high socks and no panties. I’m starting to feel so good – my body isn’t feeling like it’s floating away from me and I just want to feel naked skin on naked skin. When I get high, I’m either a lump on the couch or I’m a very affectionate housecat who wants to rub all over you and feel you touch me. This was the housecat high.
We’re making out while waiting for it to fully hit, and he’s such a good kisser – it’s one of the reasons I keep wanting him back. Because the tongue sliding over mine, lips suckling my bottom lip, nibbling on it as he releases it to continue exploring my neck and jaw is hard to find. His hands wander in the best ways, sliding up the backs of my legs, gripping my bare ass before sliding around to touch my shaved and trimmed pussy. My hands are going up his back, under his shirt, gripping the muscles there while his kisses on my collarbones make me gasp. At this point, I want to get him naked, suck the thick cock I remember so well. Length is somewhere on the higher end of average, girth is further down the bell curve, which makes his cock the best possible thing for me. Stretch me open, don’t make my fornix bleed.
I think at this point we head to my bedroom, and I’m high enough to worry about the pizza being reheated in my oven but horny enough not to care. I don’t remember if we helped each other undress, or if the clothes magically disappear, but before I know it, I’m on the bed and his head is buried between my thighs. We had talked about oral techniques that work for me – flat tongue, slower, more pressure than speed – and he’d been paying attention. He’s gotten me about 70% of the way there and I feel guilty that I haven’t orgasmed yet and I want to make him cum. So he starts to fuck me. He’s so good at it too – pushing my legs up, holding me open, watching my reactions when he bottoms out and then pushing a little further. But he doesn’t want to cum yet. And I want to suck his cock. At some point I’m laying with my head off the bed, on my back, while he fills my mouth and pushes into my throat. We both felt the head of his cock go past the throat barrier, and I’m ecstatic. I’ve been wanting to do that for ages. As he’s fucking my throat, he leans down to begin licking and sucking my sensitive nipples, hands wandering to my pussy.
I’m moaning around the mouthful of his dick, and then he pulls out of my mouth to begin eating my pussy again. This time, between the sex and getting to suck him (I get so incredibly turned on by giving oral) that I’m close to cumming before I realize it. He’s using lighter pressure than what I’d normally want, but what it does is make one orgasm stretch into what feels like 3. Two smaller orgasms, that I would have been happy with lead to a much larger one that has me shrieking and pulling away from his tongue, while his hands tighten around my hips to hold me in place. I finally get free and push his mouth away from my clit and attempt to catch my breath. He still hasn’t cum and I’m boneless with pleasure.
We take a break to eat some pizza and then come back to bed for cuddling and talking. In a little while, he asks if I enjoy choking and would I be willing to let him choke me while I use a vibrator on myself… I’m game, though I do have to clarify that I don’t want to black out. And so we begin. His hand on my throat is such a thrill, and I’m laying on my back with my vibrator on my clit and him laying next to me. He’s tightening his hand and releasing it, and then as I begin to orgasm, his hand remains tight. I can feel the pressure and I’m on the edge and he releases his hand. Oxygen floods my brain and I cum. And cum. And cum.
Again, he’s gotten me to a boneless state, and he still hasn’t cum. We’ve alternated between me on top, him on top, doggy, me on my side while he fucks me as if I were on my back – leg over his shoulder, and I want to get my mouth on him again. I love the taste of him, leaking into my mouth, and at some point I’m going to get to suck his cock when his Prince Albert is in. We take a break first, he showers and then I join him, and between slippery naked bodies passing in the shower and the fact that I’m getting way more pleasure than I’ve gotten in the past, we get into bed pretty quickly. I’m back to sucking him, hand around his shaft, wetly jacking him while my mouth and tongue worship the head of his fat cock. Alternating with jacking him, my hand caresses and gently pulls at his balls while I take him to the base, feeling his head push at my throat. Moving my head back and forth so he rubs on my throat, pulling up so my hand can return to his cock, and then repeating. Not quite quick enough to get off, but more than a tease. He pulls me off of him, and again he’s got his arms wrapped around my legs while he buries his face in my pussy. It’s a smaller orgasm, though it’s number 5 at this point and I’m beyond thrilled with it. Because I’m usually lucky to find a partner who wants to give me even one.
I want him to orgasm, I want to see him get the same kind of pleasure he’s given me, and it’s 5:15 am. We’ve been fucking off and on for 4 ½ hours and I want to feel him fill up my mouth or pussy with his cum. We’d shared test results at this point, and I don’t ever fuck without a condom, but I wanted him to be dripping out of me while I’m at work. So he pushes his dick into my absurdly wet cunt, and all I can do is moan. I’m not going to truly cum from the penetration, but my god, he feels good.
His pace quickens, and he’s pounding me. Clit being rubbed by the pressure of his body against mine, and I have what feels like a tiny aftershock orgasm. It’s been a long time since I had one of those, and I think he can feel me tighten on him. He’s starting to orgasm, and I can feel his cock twitching as he’s painting the insides of me with a hot load of cum. Fuck if his groans aren’t the best thing ever, and he’s truly filled me with cum, bred me, leaving me dripping down my thighs when I get off the bed. We end up cuddling after cleaning up, and I doze a little.
We realize that it’s time to get ready for work, and then clothes are thrown on, I get to kiss him long and slow in my kitchen before he makes the trek back across Atlanta on a Friday morning at rush hour. This was the meeting I wish we had at Christmas, but better late than never. I’m glad I didn’t give up after the first couple times, because it’s hard to find someone you click with at multiple levels. I enjoy talking to him, he’s so fucking smart, and funny and talked me through some serious anxiety with my job, plus he seems to like me enough to drive 4 ½ hours one way to have sex for 6 and then drive 4 ½ back.
We’re going to get together again in a week or so, and then I’m planning to drive out there during my spring break. Might be looking for a third to join us at some point, because it’s on my fucket list, and he’s game for a guy or a girl joining us. First though, I wanna enjoy another round like round 4. Boneless, full of cum, and thoroughly sated.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ma4fxm/took_us_f40_m31_four_attempts_but_we_finally_got
Sounds like it was worth the wait…great story.
I love your writing, more more more please!