I recently posted about my experience hooking up with a Redditor but… Well, it became more than just a one-night stand. And this one is a much more of a slow burn.
Riley (27M) texted me (24F) back the next day, telling me that he left his belongings in my apartment. Being a decent person, I looked for it right away, but to no avail, I couldn’t find it, and I went ahead to tell him that my efforts weren’t fruitful. He smoothly replied, saying that he would come back to look for it himself. Cheeky.
If you didn’t read my story before, then I would describe him as a gentle giant. He towers above me, he can put his chin on the top of my head. He’s athletic, and his body shows that well; toned chest and abs, fit biceps, his arms are veiny and toned, and he has long, powerful legs. He has blonde hair, strong brows and forehead, deep eyes, thin lips, and a chiseled jaw. He looks very serious and angry, and his voice is very deep and velvety. I don’t know him for long, but he’s definitely a softie deep inside. Passionate, funny, open-minded, playful. He’s a total sweetheart.
I knew he wasn’t here for long, he’s bound to be deployed to another country in a few days. But I didn’t expect him to want to come back to see me in his last days here. I guess in retrospect, it makes a lot of sense actually.
We met up in front of the restaurant for our dinner date. I suppose, without the alcohol, things are a bit more awkward. I gave him a greeting hug, standing on my tip toes, and we then walked inside together. But as the night goes on, and as we ate our food, we quickly fell back into the comfort we had shared the night before.
As we finished our meal, we left the restaurant hand in hand. We got into the subway. The crowdedness and the motions of the train just pushed us closer together. He put an arm around my shoulders. He even went on to massage my neck, and I eased myself onto him, leaning on his chest.
We got off the stop and walked the few steps home, and once we arrived we threw ourselves onto my bed and collapsed into a cuddle. We didn’t talk much, his mouth was more focused on planting soft kisses on the back of my neck. His strong arms wrapped around my chest and stomach, our legs entwined. And we stayed like that for a while, until I turned my head to him and he kissed me deeply, biting my lips, tongue exploring my mouth, his stubble grazing my jaw. I ran my hands all over his body, feeling his presence, tousling his hair. His hand glided under my tank top (I wasn’t wearing a bra that evening), and he gave my breasts a squeeze. I sat up and took off my top and my skirt, and he tossed his pants and shirt. His dick sprung up when he pulled his boxer briefs down, and I kissed him deeply. I whispered to him, telling him to lie down, and I got on my hands and knees, sucking his cock. He moaned and moaned, he placed one hand on my head, feeling the rythm of my head bobbing up and down. I pulled away, and crawled over to kiss him, and told him that I needed him to be inside me.
He got to his knees and lined himself behind me, into doggy. I backed myself onto his cock as he pushed inside, and I moaned. We started slow, getting into the rythm, but we quickly picked it up. His thrusts were powerful, eventhough his touch was gentle. My vagina clenched and I came, and that made him cum right away.
We collapsed back into a cuddle. This time, I offered to be the big spoon. He shyly said yes, but was happy to be in my arms. He even mumbled out “this feels really nice actually”. I kissed the freckles on his skin, from his neck to his shoulder. We held hands together, and I twirled my thumb on his hand. We talked about how soon he was leaving, and what he will do on his last days here. The talk was a little melancholy, and he just turned to me and pulled me into a deep kiss. I trailed kisses down his chest, and rested my head on his stomach, and started sucking his cock again. This time, he grabbed a fistful of my hair and pushed my head up and down his cock, gently of course, true to his fashion.
I don’t remember how it happened anymore because it happened so fast, but the next thing I remember, we were in missionary. We held on so tight to each other, he thrusted so deep, kissing and sucking on my neck. I matched his thrusting too, my pussy clenched and I dragged my nails down his back. I’m guessing he felt it because he suddenly held me even tighter and thrusted even harder, until he came inside me and melted in my arms.
He pulled out, and we lay in bed for a few moments. We hopped in to the bathroom for a rinse, enjoying each other’s company, kissing under the shower. Toweled off, and said good bye. Maybe I will see him again, maybe not. But it was a lovely night while it lasted.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/qa4qsw/so_long_soldier_mf