An chance encounter with a stranger [FM]

I [f early 30s] have recently found myself single after being with the same man for a decade and married for most of it.

I havent been sure how to proceed with my newfound freedom, but was curious about OLD, since apps like tinder and bumble didnt exist when I was a free young college student.

After a few misses and go-nowhere messages, I decided to meet up with a guy from a dating app last weekend. He wasnt the hottest in photos, but he had decent banter and asked a lot about myself in mesages, so I decided to go through with it.

I knew that bumble was the name of the app, but I didn’t expect it to literally describe the man I would meet. This guy had decent conversation, but he gave a very boring vibe, and while visuals arent everything, he very much carefully chose his angles in his profile.

After the date ended, I found myself feeling sexually frustrated and thirsty for cock in every possible way.

In the desperation of my utterly immediate needs, I started browsing the r4rs in my area on reddit.

After scrolling through a few of them I found a [m/late30s/bwc/180lbs] with a pretty delightful thin, strong and tan body shot attached that had been up for about an hour. He was also pretty close to my area.

The poster desired to provide an intimate massage with a happy ending. It emphasized the fun being contrasted with the joy of giving pleasure, and for a lady like me just reading it made my panties creamy and wet.

My heart was pounding, but I DM’d the poster. I’ve had a couple of drunken party one night stands back in my uni days, but never had tried anything quite so anonymous and dangerous.

The thrill of the situation made my desperation worse.

He responded within fifteen minutes. He said I had a cute smile. Oops, I was so stupid/horny I had forgotten to switch to my anon sexy account before responding to his ad.

I was instead on the main account that I use for my nerdy hobbies and interests—great.

It didnt seem to sway him much. We cross verified accounts and pictures. I sent a flirty photo of me in a clingy teal dress, contrasting a carefully planned slip of my perky pale snow white tit with a lusty pink flushed nip.

I hit the send button with some self descriptors. I’m 5″5, athletic, with small tits and a bubble butt.

I’m not model hot, more like girl-next-door cute. I’m in the gym a lot but my body isnt perfect. My face is pretty interesting— sharp features contrasting large, piercing, ocean colored eyes.

When mystery guy responded with candid face shots that were just as attractive as his body, I was truly overwhelmed. What if I am not good enough looking enough to please this experienced sexy stud man from these photos?

After another hour of trying to keep my hands off myself I found myself driving to a mid scale hotel about ten minutes from where I live.

What if this guy is a catfish? What if I get kidnapped?

The doubts were setting in as I pulled up to the hotel, but I took a deep breath.

Just then I realized I didnt even know this guy’s name, but my horny dumb, sandy blonde, sex starved persona had completely overtaken my senses.

I started walking automatically toward the room number in some trance of fate, took one more deep breath, and knocked on the door.

“Hello daddy”.

Sexy stud man was exactly who he said he was. The only thing that surprised me was his gentle sounding voice, but it made me feel completely at ease.

We exchanged names. I’ll call him Tom, because he resembled famous NFL quarterback Tom Brady.

Tom brought me into a deep embrace and a passionate kiss. I melted into him and while he did feel a little foreign at first, our body chemistry seemed to work in knowing soundless dance as we began to move together to fill our lusty needs.

He grazed his long fingers down my body, my heart racing as he helped me remove my dress and guided me face down on the bed.

His touch was deep and kneading, as he oiled me up and rubbed from head to toe and flipped me over to do my front. I was putty in his hands.

As he kneeled over me he grazed my neck and face with his large dick, and while he expressed a little doubt in not being larger, it would be the biggest I’ve had in a decade.

The lure was too tempting just to be touched. I was ripe and absolutely dripping in a state of pre coital bliss. I embraced his alluring fruit and guided it into my mouth, licking and sucking his head, pulling and folding the balls. I slowly relaxed as I guided his shaft down my throat as alternated between giving head and caressing him.

He let his fingers drag over my pale white belly and down my upper thigh, stroking my dark pubic hair, pulling my labia wide open—then began the soft, quick motion of touching my clitorous.

It sent a tickling buzz of desire that shot through my nipples, and despite the absolute pleasurability, my insides were moving, contracting, gaping, pleading for his weight, his hugeness, to fill my dripping wet vagina.

In our unison, he felt my need, popped on a condom, and I writhed in pure ecstacy as my body received its deepest wish. That primal connection of a fully erect cock pushing through my opening, stretching out my perenium, teasing my ass, and lightly grazing my cervix.

Now I’m a noisy bed mate, and my breathy moans were increasing as my heart raced with the fullness and he mounted me expertly. Pounding rhythmically I felt the fullness as his dick entered me and his balls bounced on my clit.

Legs up, straddled out, I could feel him pretty well, but then he flipped me sideways as my fuck me screams got louder and my body constricted reflexively.

I had two deeply satisfying orgasms that night, and on our third attempt he spooned me and we snuggled while he was still deep inside me.

His soft, desirous eyes were honest when he asked for more encounters, wishing to fulfill my sexual fantasies. We both laid there feeling satisfied —both of us surprised that the sex, pillow talk, and connection were more than just a chance meeting.

Tl;dr: single divorcee has a risky encounter that leads to some mindblowing sex.

Edit: proofreading and exterminating those grammar errors

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ojozn4/an_chance_encounter_with_a_stranger_fm