Alternate title: I met a guy and we literally fucked on a public bench on our first date.
## Thursday: Jul 1
I was very reluctant to get out of bed. This is why I like sleeping with women. [Judith](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ozz7nx/i_spent_a_week_hopping_from_bed_to_bed_after/) was a cuddler and she had her arms curled around me like a vise.
“Morning,” I greeted.
“Godddddd,” she muttered. So much for being a devout Catholic huh.
Judith was kinda like S, my female flatmate. They aren’t morning people, and the only thing that would get them out of bed is the promise of coffee and more sex. I sat on her kitchen counter topless, watching Judith blearily operate a French press. Who knew a zombie could operate a weighing scale with such proficiency.
40 grams of coffee, ground coarsely. 80 grams of water, stir with a spoon and let it bloom for 30 seconds. 400 grams of water, steep for 4 minutes. Serves 2 caffeine-addicted women.
The door opposite Judith’s room opened, and out stepped her flatmate. Her eyes bugged open, and I watched Judith’s face cycle through all 7 shades of the rainbow. I squealed in embarrassment, but to my credit, I recovered quickly. This wasn’t the first time a hook up’s flatmate has seen my tits. I apologized for the noise we must have made into the early hours of the morning, as Judith’s face began to glow an incandescent red, and her flatmate nodded.
With some coffee and pastries in our system, Judith and I returned to her room for more sex. Over morning sex, I talked her into loaning me a varsity jacket from her closet. Max’s shirt was still clean, so I figured I’d keep it for another day.
And who knows, maybe I’d have a lesbian threesome some other time.
Judith and I exchanged contact details and she gave me a lift back to town instead of letting me take a bus back because I was “wearing nothing but a jacket and a skirt”. Sure, it might be troublesome for someone with actual boobs like Judith, but I’m like flatter than an airport.
I got an androgynous name, Sam, from my boyfriend, and their profile picture appeared to be their orange cat. I texted Sam intermittently through the day. They were a kinky motherfucker for sure, but they were coy about their gender and genitals.
I shared one of my unfulfilled fantasies with them, sitting on someone’s cock *in public*. They offered to meet me somewhere public to try this out, and while this was probably illegal at some level, I was already thinking with my pussy. The bars weren’t open, but Sam had a small cooler and bottles of soju. I walked down the river according to his instructions, keeping an eye out for them.
“Orange shirt on the bench by the water,” they texted, as they waved at me.
There he is.
I stepped off the path and walked over. To Sam’s credit, he did not look like your average neckbeard or catfish. He was clean-shaven, and he had a full head of luscious locks and a bubbly laugh.
“You’re wearing a skirt,” he noted. I knew where this was going, but I motioned at the cooler on the bench anyway. “May I have a seat?”
I expected him to invite me onto his lap. I did *not* expect him to move the jacket from his lap to reveal an erect cock.
“You’re fucking kidding me,” I muttered, jaw dropped, as I scanned around for witnesses.
“[Boyfriend’s name] told me to surprise you,” Sam explained, even as I spread my lips and worked my way down his cock. My pussy was already getting wet from just how risky this entire thing was.
“I’m definitely surprised.”
Sam had picked a good spot for sex, all things considered. The path was literally a few meters away, but the only people who could see us were across the river, and the restaurants and bars on the other end of the river were closed.
After a few minutes, I got fidgety. “What now?”
Well, if nobody can see us without getting off the path, that meant I could open my jacket and flash the mostly empty bars across the river. Before long, Sam was teasing my nipples with ice cubes. It turns out he’s really into temperature play, which was entirely new to me. It just wasn’t a kink that ever appeared on my radar, so it’s been a “maybe” on my [kinklist](https://i.imgur.com/26Hl1g0.png) all this time.
But between the cock in my pussy and the alcohol in my system, I was starting to grind on his cock and moan a little. My nipples alternated between ice cubes and Sam’s deliciously warm mouth, and even though my clit and pussy were barely getting any attention, I came quick. Any semblance of shame quickly exited my mind once I came. I unzipped my jacket fully, chest out for the world to see, and my hips were pretty insistent on cumming again.
We went through 3 bottles of soju and watched the sun set by the time he was ready to cum in me. Sam gripped my chin and pulled me down into his eyes. “I’m gonna c-”
No hesitation. “Fuck yes, cum in me.”
He hesitated, a clear sign that my boyfriend didn’t tell him just how much I’m into creampies. It’s fine! I’ve been on birth control since college started, and I love it raw. Besides, when a guy is about to cum, nothing will get him to stop. Sam gripped me by my hips and pulled me down onto his cock, as he groaned and emptied himself into my pussy for the first time in the night.
As his cock started deflating in me, I glanced back at him. It was only 10pm, the night was young. I watched him stick his entire arm into the cooler, and he fished out a glass dildo.
“Have you ever tried an ice-cold dildo?”
He was direct, but I could sense the hesitation in his voice. It’s one thing to be a stupid slut who’s down for anything, it’s another thing to introduce a frozen (well, near-frozen) dildo to your vagina. But I *am* down for anything, so I reluctantly got off his cock. I pulled up my skirt and placed a foot on the bench, as Sam handed me the dildo and tore open a condom for me. I gingerly unrolled it over its length and took a deep breath.
Sam kept a hand on mine, applying a gentle pressure as I pushed it slowly into my pussy. I hissed in shock, as my pussy clenched around it. The glass dildo was a little less thick than Sam’s cock, but it certainly felt a lot tighter, even with our juices lubricating it the whole way.
“How does it feel?” he asked. It was cold, and starting to numb parts of me I never knew could feel numb. But Sam was getting into his element, and he pointed me at his cock.
“Clean it.”
I squatted down, in front of the bench and took off my glasses. I began working my way around his cock, feeling it hardening in my hands, as I cleaned my juices off him. I love sucking cock, I love taking my time with one, and normally my pussy reacts in the only way it knows how.
But that night, my pussy was frozen. Yeah, I got hornier, but my pussy was not happy at all.
“You can fuck yourself if you want, but let me know if you’re going to cum.”
Me cumming? That ain’t gonna happen.
Sam placed his hand on my head, toying with my ponytail as I progressively fucked myself down onto his cock. I motioned for him to take over, and he began to fuck my face roughly. His cock became covered in spit, and he’d pull me off his cock every now and then to make a mess on my chest.
“There’s someone across the river,” he says, grunting between thrusts. “I bet they can hear us from the path too.”
Not that I could tell. I was squatting between his legs and all I could hear was the rhythmic sounds of my throat doing its best impression of a pussy, and I dimly remembered to fuck myself with the cold dildo in my hands. It was warming up, but not by much.
Sam would pull me off his cock once in a while so I could gasp for air. Tears were streaming down my face, and I could barely see his face, haloed in the soft white light of the street lights. Who knew my severely myopic and astigmatic eyes would make facefucking so romantic?
At some point, I finally started to feel the edge of an orgasm approaching. I squeezed Sam’s thigh and he pulled me off his cock for a moment.
“I’m close,” I coughed out. I groaned in surprise as he yanked me to my feet and pulled the dildo out of my pussy. I made a sound to register my distaste, but I was too disoriented to protest. Sam kicked my feet apart, and I felt him push me back down on his cock.
His cock felt like it was a warm flame heating me up, setting off every single nerve in my pussy. I wiped my face with my sleeve and turned back to watch Sam’s face light up. Even though I barely met him an hour ago, I could tell *this* was going to send him right to the edge of cumming. His fingers found my clit, and I tried to match him.
I came first, eyes clenched, tightening *painfully* around his cock. My pussy ached as it came reluctantly, and Sam came after me, his cock pumping a second load into me.
We caught our breath, reality slowly reasserting itself on us. I laughed, and motioned for something to clean myself up with. Sam passed me my glasses and I pulled myself off his cock, now a fucking mess. He asked if I wanted to clean his cock up, but I was already on it, one hand cupping around my pussy as I returned to a squatting position.
Sam scrambled around, looking for tissues in his bag, before offering me an empty soju bottle. I frowned back at him, and he shrugged. “It’s alcohol. It should be clean.”
No thanks. It’ll fit in me, but I’m not risking an infection.
I directed him to my backpack, where I had a stack of assorted napkins. In the dim light, I recognized this napkin from the place Judith and I had lunch at. She wouldn’t be too enthused about this, but fuck it.
We cleaned ourselves up, and I asked Sam how we were going to head back to his place. Neither of us were in any shape to drive, so we walked back to his place, my cum dripping from between my legs. We finished the last of our soju as we walked. I downed most of an entire bottle, so I quickly got a lot more drunk than I planned. We stopped at a 24-hour convenience store to buy a bottle of Gatorade. I didn’t think I was going to have a hangover, but I swear by isotonic drinks.
This is the part of getting drunk I like the least. My inhibitions go down, but so does my memory. Me buying a drink could have been an entire /r/sluttyconfessions post but I couldn’t remember most of it. My jacket was probably somewhat zipped, and I remember paying with my phone, and then I remember making out with Sam by his door, and getting fingered in his shower. And then I remember slumped over in bed, face down ass up, like I’d been raped.
I woke up the next day pretty early. Sam’s a morning person, and I woke up to his cock poking me in the side uncomfortably. Over a morning fuck, I thanked him for a fun night. Both the jacket and my skirt were a little unwearable, considering how messily he facefucked me the night before, so I talked him into lending me a set of boxers from his closet over coffee. He was very nice about it though, especially since I offered to wash and return it to him the following week. They were practically shorts on me, but they didn’t look horribly indecent on me, so that’s good enough.
After changing back into Max’s shirt and Sam’s shorts, Sam drove me out for brunch, before I left with one last load in my mouth.
In total, I had 4 loads of cum from Sam.
| Location | Total loads | Loads from Sam |
|:—:|:—:|:—:|
| Mouth | 4 | 1 |
| Pussy | 6 | 3 |
| Ass | 2 | 0 |
| On me | 0 | 0 |
Next up, Friday! Where I meet an Air Force pilot/recruiter on a very classy date.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/p0ii8n/day_4_of_hopping_from_bed_to_bed_for_an_entire