37[F] My first lifestyle party started a hot fling

I walked to the door and almost turned around before knocking. I was nervous, about to step into my first lifestyle party. The host greeted me and led me into the kitchen where a group was chatting. I scanned the room and my attention lingered on a man at my left. Our eyes met and before either of us said a word, I instantly knew we would end up in bed together.

This moment began a short but satisfying fling. B was in the area for training and would be leaving in a month. That first night, we spent a couple hours getting to know each other, flirting and playing pool. I led him to the couch and asked if I could kiss him. He was a great kisser, playfully alternating between deep and light kissing. His hand caressed my neck and dug into my hair, a move surprisingly (and pleasantly) passionate given we just met. It wasn’t long before I asked if he would join me in an open bedroom.

He took his time undressing me, running his hands and lips over my exposed skin. After wriggling me out of my jeans and panties, he teasingly kissed my thighs. As he moved closer and closer to my labia, my desire building, I wrapped my legs around his back and grasped at the sheets. He sunk his fingers deep inside me and latched his lips onto my clit, sucking and swirling his tongue. My breath quickened and I know I am much too loud as I cum hard. I pull his head into me as my orgasm courses through my body. I slowly come back down to earth as he lightens the pressure, his face and hand slick with my juices.

He asks if I want to have sex and I enthusiastically say yes, my pussy aching to have him inside me. He slips on a condom and then slips inside me. He’s bigger than average, but not uncomfortably so. We fit together well in missionary. I wrap my legs around him and run my hands along his triceps. He’s fit and fine as fuck, and I’m a sucker for strong arms. I kiss his neck and shoulder as he thrusts, wanting to taste and feel every inch of his body. He occasionally leans in for a deep kiss and when he pulls away his eyes are filled with lust. There’s no hesitation, no second-guessing, and I can’t remember the last time I’ve been with someone this confident in bed.

He pulls my legs onto his shoulders, leaning forward and practically folding me in half. His cock hits deep, tantalizing my A-spot just in front of my cervix. He sees my pleasure and starts pounding me harder. I tell him I’m gonna cum and he doesn’t let up until I do. After, he leans down to my ear and whispers “good girl”. I’m surprised how much this turns me on and make a mental note for later to explore if I have a previously unrecognized praise kink.

We change up positions a few more times before he finishes in doggy. We lay back in bed and he pulls me in to his chest. I’m not normally a cuddler as I run hot and it takes a while for my body to settle after sex. I sort of vibrate until the rush of dopamine subsides. But, he likes to cuddle and his body is banging, so I make an exception and take the opportunity to run my hand over his chest, arms, and stomach. We chat and bullshit for a while, luxuriating in each other’s body and energy.

I start to feel a little frisky again and make my way down to his cock. I lick the tip a bit before taking him into my mouth. He’s shaved, and I’m thankful I won’t be flossing with pubes later. I ask if he likes his balls played with, and with his confirmation I suck on each ball a little and tug on his scrotum. I’m struggling to get enough saliva going for lubrication and I regret not bringing more water with me to the bedroom. He helpfully suggests we 69, and with the added stimulation I manage to not give the world’s driest blowjob. I’m super out of practice (I admit to this later as we’re getting dressed) and I start thinking “did I forget how to give head?”. Soon, he reaches down to stroke it himself, and I keep the tip in my mouth, tonguing the frenulum. He tells me he’s close and I swallow when he ejaculates in my mouth.

We clean up and kiss a bit before getting dressed. I admire his butt as he’s turned around, drinking in his physique. Have I slept with someone this hot before? I’m not sure I have. Those firm glutes got me thinking about pushing him back onto the bed, but it’s wicked late and the party is wrapping up. I get his number before we say good night and part ways. I talk with the hosts for a bit and thank them before heading out into the cold night air, my first lifestyle party a success.

Watch for part 2….

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/sq9201/37f_my_first_lifestyle_party_started_a_hot_fling