Six days ago had been our first date, which went exceedingly well, but was socially distanced. Last night, she invited me over for dinner with her and her two roommates. She cooked a venison stew, and I brought some bread, goat cheese, and pesto to share. After the dinner, the four of us played a quick-paced game of Bananagrams. The roommates, who were soon moving out, left to get things in order at their new house. When the left, we were alone in her kitchen and had a great first kiss, and I was invited to stay the night.
This afternoon, I asked her if I could go down on her for a little bit. By her account, it ended up being twenty minutes. I’m not sure why, but it started on her carpeted bedroom floor. I took my time teasing her, as I always do. Kisses on the lips turned into neck kisses, down her chest and slowly down her stomach towards her hips and legs. I teased up and down her thighs – sometimes with a little bit of tongue or a nibble. I worked my way up and down her body a few times, getting closer to her erogenous zones each time, to the point where I was running my tongue over her nipples and her labia. Her nipples maybe got too much attention because she told me that a light bruise formed there the next day. Her panting got heavier as I took a few big, wide licks up her genitals. The panting turned into moans. Her moans got continually louder. “Fuck,” “fuck,” she repeated in a way that I knew was expressing pleasure. First she whispering, then it got louder. On one point she yelled, “You better be hard so you can fuck me!” in her sexy, native British accent (I wasn’t really all that hard — after all, I wasn’t the one getting stimulated here and my entire focus was on her).
Being on the floor so long, my neck got tired we moved onto her bed. I laid on my back while she straddled my face, her hands grabbing her headboard for support. I mostly held her hips but would move my hands up and down her torso. I particularly enjoyed feeling her strong shoulders and back, ostensibly from all the rock climbing she does. She was on top, but I was in charge, firmly placing my hands on her hips as my tongue glided across her vulva. She was on top of me for several minutes but for less time than we were on the floor. It didn’t take long for my face to get completely soaked, which allowed for her to glide more freely on my face, giving her added stimulation. Her legs began to twitch. First, a little, then a little more, and then it turned into a sustained, seemingly uncontrollable quiver for several seconds. She laid down on my left side and described her low-level, long-lasting, sustained orgasm to me. Needing to wash my face anyway, which was now soaked in her fluids, I took her by the hand and started up a warm shower which was a wonderfully relaxing way to end the evening.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/os59sy/bringing_a_fit_young_english_woman_to_a_quivering