I planned to stay for lunch, ended up staying overnight. [FM]

Long time lurker and I decided to share my fondest memory. It’s been lying in my drafts for around a year, and I think I should share it. I’m not good at writing but hope that I can do as much justice to the whole memory as possible.

It all started when I was in the midst of packing to move across the world. Long story short, a lot of things were going on at home, and it wasn’t feasible for me to stay where I was. In my hour of boredom and anxiety, I decided to post a dirty personal on Reddit. There was a flood of responses and most sounded creepy or just weird. You know, the wrong kind of weird that a girl would want to stay away. Amongst those messages was Harry’s- I took a liking to his short and polite message and decided to respond. He also mentioned something about cocktail making. Heh, *cocktail*, get it? I’m lame.

We eventually traded pictures, and I thought he was too cute to be true. I’m the sort of girl who’s average regarding looks-Asian, 5’5, some extra meat, thick thighs. Never really thought myself as conventionally attractive and he called me ‘gorgeous’. Either this guy was extremely polite, or he really wanted to get into my pants. Or maybe he’s a fake. Because ‘gorgeous’ is a compliment that I’d never expect to hear. Our conversation continued, and he sounded like a reasonable guy, so I decided to meet him for brunch on Saturday. At the back of my mind though, I was quite sure that I was getting catfished.

Saturday rolled around, and when we met, I tried super hard not to be flustered. He looked as he did in the photos- short hair, white, steely-blue eyes and a million dollar smile. I later found out that his hair as soft as a baby’s. After a nice hug and some small talk, we were seated in the café eating and talking. I didn’t realise it, but time flew by pretty quickly. A huge part of me was surprised that I could have a pleasant conversation with this charming, older guy and he didn’t bail on me after brunch! We decided to walk to his place across the road for that cocktail he promised.

When we got there, I found out that his flatmates were out of town and he had cats to cat-sit. So me being the awkward potato I made some small talk about the house and how lovely it is. I also played with the cats for a bit while he gathered ingredients for the cocktail. More small talk here and there. I think this was where the nerves started to kick in, so I focused on the cats even though I’m not much of a cat person. I probably moved around between looking at the house, playing with the cats and walking over to see how he was doing with the cocktails. It helped that I could pace around to calm my bundle of nerves. In between dealing with those nerves, he finished making the strawberry daiquiri, and it tasted delicious! Some more talking happened, and we ended up on his balcony getting a peek of the harbour. I was getting a little nervous, and he had his arms around me, on the rails. This was the part where my mind went into this fuzzy and flustered overdrive, so I don’t know if he hugged me or not. I think he did? I hope he did.

He suggested that we went back in for that movie we discussed. At this point, my mind was just ‘omg it’s happening it’s happening’. After sorting the TV out (apparently, he doesn’t watch movies on the TV much), we chose a film on Netflix. I would tell you what the movie was if I paid any attention to it at all. He had his arms around me as the film played. I found it a little amusing because I could see our reflections on the TV screen, so I knew whenever he turned his head and stuff like that. He probably realised that and used it as a way to ramp up the tension in the air.

As the movie progressed, we started to shift into a more comfortable position so his arm wouldn’t go numb. My head was on his shoulder, and his arm started from rubbing my arm as he slowly moved it down to rest on my hips. I tried so hard to focus on the movie and not his hand movements. Obviously, I failed. His caresses slowly became forceful. He also began to shower kisses on my head. Before I knew it, his lips were on my cheek and then my lips. It started slow, innocent, and then I shifted my body to kiss him better, to suck on his lips harder. I can’t remember what we were doing, but it got sloppy, and we were both enjoying the kissing immensely. My back was exposed, and his palm was rubbing me all over. I was already panting, wet and squirming a little even though we both had clothes on. I had a dress with stockings that day (it was cold!), and the dress had a zip at the back. He zipped it down so that he could get to my breasts. My hands went to his hair- they were so soft and delicate to touch. I told him how I loved his hair between kisses and rubs. Things became a bit more urgent. My stockings came off. His shirt came off. Annnnd the daiquiri was all over the couch. He knocked it over while moving around and we both hopped up to salvage the sofa. Ended up pouring heaps of rock salt over it to suck the moisture out of the couch.

We got back to making out, and he was all over me. He kisses so well, and I think I could kiss him all day. Eventually, my bra came off, and he was rubbing, licking and sucking on my breasts while I tried to grind onto his hard-on. My panties came off, and he shifted himself to go lower. I panicked a little because I’ve only had a guy go down on me once and it wasn’t that enjoyable. I think he sensed my hesitation and reassured me that it was ok and went down. Before that, I was lost in the moment. And once he went down, my mind just went mush. I don’t know what he did, but it was some magic. My mind went blank as he used his finger and mouth on me. I lost track of how many times I came and was just a moaning, wet mess. It was so so good and I all I wanted to do was to make him feel as good as I did. So his pants had to come off.

I didn’t really think about how he’d fare in the cock department, but it was much bigger than what I was used to. I was intimidated by his girth but enthusiastic- I wanted to please him and make him come hard. I had my aim and started my mission. Made him comfy, kisses, licks, rubs, slowly made my way down his body to his hard cock. I did whatever I could to lick, suck, tease his cock and eventually managed to deep throat him. I think he was surprised, so was I. My gag reflex gets triggered quite easily but I think with him I was comfortable enough and trusted him not to force his cock down my throat. I didn’t manage to make him cum as halfway through he stopped me, put on a condom, teased my more by rubbing his head up and down my clit, before slowly pushing his thick, hard cock into me.

We both moaned together. Harry’s cock was stretching me out. His cock felt amazing inside. We were fucking in the middle of the day, on his couch, in front of some movie, and now that I think about it, in front of the cats as well…. We switched between a few poses and settled for missionary as it worked best at the time. I was getting a little sore, and he was sweating heaps, so I decided to ask him to come for me. Harry ramped up his game and fucked me harder and faster while I grabbed onto him, mewling from all the pleasure. He came balls deep inside me, and we lay there, him on top of me as we caught our breaths.

After we both had regained our senses, we got up to clean, and he asked me if I wanted to stay for dinner. I agreed. We ordered Indian curry, and while waiting for the food, we pulled up Planet Earth to watch. It was more of our thing, and it’s always so calming and relaxing to watch documentaries like these. David Attenborough’s voice too. Hnnnnggg. The food came, and we both suffered because we accidentally chose the spiciest curry the store had. I loved how we were both trying to eat less of the sauce and drink more water. It was hilarious. After the food, we had some wine and played Jenga. I won every single round but ended up with a bloody nose. Maybe I had too much wine. Or maybe it was the sex. It was embarrassing, but he didn’t laugh at me. It was getting quite late, and I mentioned that I should probably get going, even though I didn’t really want to. He said that I could spend the night with him and I did. I stayed with him till breakfast the next day. More grunting and moaning happened before bed and after we woke up. ;)

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6own7z/i_planned_to_stay_for_lunch_ended_up_staying