I met a girl on OkCupid while I was traveling — she lived close to home and we talked, texted, and flirted a lot with the intent of meeting up once I finally got back to town. She was really cute, professional photographer, did yoga, had a fun personality, and had been sending me risque — but not quite nude — photos for a few weeks. I was hotly anticipating getting home so we could finally connect and see where things went.
I was slated to come into town shortly after Thanksgiving and she wanted to see me the first chance she could. The place where I regularly went to do yoga was having a candle-lit session late one evening and I thought she might enjoy that. It would give me a chance to see her body and give me a chance to show off a bit too. She was down for it and it was a fun workout-tease situation that also had hints of romance sprinkled in.
The yoga went well, she was very talented and she regularly shot me sexy smiles and glances as we slowly moved through our poses. After we were done with class we stepped outside and she kissed me right away. She told me she had wanted to do it since she first walked in — but she had been late so she had to hold off.
We went to a bar nearby and had a few drinks and talked. She was very into me, very flirtatious, and very handsy. It didn’t take long before I decided the best bet would be to invite her back to my place. My roommate was supposed to be gone for the weekend at his girlfriends house so it was the perfect time to invite over a new guest.
The apartment was a mess, but she didn’t care. Very chill attitude about everything. Once we were in private she jumped on me — literally jumped into my arms — and started to make out with me intensely. We very quickly made our way to my bedroom, lay on the bed, and stripped down to nothing in a surprisingly passionate embrace. She wanted to wait to have sex — but she was open to everything else on the way there. I was happy to oblige her as my fetish has always been going down on a woman and making them cum. She was all too happy to let me bury my face between her legs.
In truth — I did not love going down on this particular woman — she was a squirmier. Don’t get me wrong, I hate a dead-fish in the bedroom, but she was thrashing about everywhere. Legs wrapped around my head, back arching, hip thrusting, wild arm flailing, all over the place. I didn’t give up though, I moved with her to the best of my ability, dealt with all the neck-twisting wild herky-jerky movements and made her cum after about thirty minutes. I don’t cum from getting head so I let her suck my dick just for the sight of it before I decided to just jerk off onto her tits.
We stayed up late talking and she stayed the night with me. When we woke up in the morning she was even more horny than she had been the night before and her desire to hold off on having sex was hours behind her. I think she just didn’t want to be the kind of girl that put out on the first date and/or she wanted to make sure I wasn’t the kinda guy that would pressure her for that. Either way, she wanted to fuck.
She started by sucking my cock and it was incredible. She was doing something with her tongue she hadn’t done the night before and then she slipped a few fingers near my asshole and began to play with my taint — no one had ever done that before and it was a wild feeling. When I had gotten sufficiently wet she stuck three fingers in my mouth and had me slobber all over them. She took those sloppy wet fingers and rubbed them on her pussy before she mounted me and began to hump to her hearts content.
She sat back onto my hips and began to slowly grind herself into me as she took each of her breasts into a hand and squeezed hard. We had been fucking for several minutes when suddenly the front door of the apartment flew open and my roommate stomped into the house. He must have seen my stuff by the door and realized I was home. Similarly, he noticed that my bedroom door was open so he busted on in.
He certainly got an eyeful that morning. She and I were buck naked and I was fully balls deep inside her. She covered up as much as she could but mostly she laughed at the situation.
“Hey.” He smiled but didn’t leave, “Sorry to interrupt.”
“All good.” I laughed.
“Sooooo…” He was taking her in with a little lust in his eyes, “You wanna get breakfast?”
“Kinda busy right now.”
“Good point. Have fun.” He gave me a wink and walked away; leaving the house after grabbing something and heading out for food. She and I took a minute to get over the awkwardness of that interaction and then continued like it had never happened at all. I had hoped to have sex with her a few times that morning, but the way she fucked was the same way that she got her pussy eaten. She was all over the place and her body did not make natural motions that went with standard thrusts or rhythm. She definitely danced — fucked — to the beat of her own drum.
Unfortunately for her, I didn’t want to see her again after the sex. It wasn’t awful, but it wasn’t good, and it wasn’t worth the effort to make it a regular thing. I did see her twice more, but always on my time and she always came to me. It fizzled out pretty quickly and that was that.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ngyb31/yoga_led_to_drinks_making_out_and_interrupted_sex