“I’ll be in LA tonight for a tattoo..”
Slim with fuck me eyes and soft skin, colorful tattoos and a pussy pink as cotton candy. Hair always a rainbow and ever-changing, curly, kinky, crazy. Self-proclaimed nympho. Oh yeah. Right up my alley.
This wasn’t just some random fling. I’d been pursuing this girl for over a year from the first time I spotted her post on Gonewild. Shot her a message to make some small talk, and it turned out she wasn’t too far from me. But all my efforts for a drink, a walk in the park, a hotel rendezvous were in vain; she disappeared for weeks at a time then popped up, answered me with a tease, vanished again. Turned out halfway through the pandemic she relocated much further south. I’d been planning a trip down that way and kept up the messages in the hopes she’d give me a free weekend.
Finally, one random Wednesday, I had just finished working out and was resting when she sent me the above message and her number. I shot home like a bat out of hell (RIP to the loaf) and drove out to the SGV. What I thought would be a short wait turned out to be about 3 hours of me sitting in the car reading Dracula by Walmart streetlight while waiting for her text to say she was finished.
“I’m so fucking sorry this is taking so long, I was late and he’s staying to make sure we finish. How can I make it up to you?”
“The best blowjob of my life when we get to the hotel.”
“I can do that ;) Is your car comfortable?”
“No. That’s why I’m getting us a hotel.”
It was about 1 in the morning by the time we walked into the room. After a year, it suddenly didn’t seem that long. She was wearing a black jumper, stockings. Burgundy, lacy panties. Small multicolored bra. I immediately scooped her up and placed her on the bed, lay down next to her, put a hand on her belly, and kissed her neck.
“Finally,” I said.
“I love your hair.” She ran her fingers through it, pulled it a bit, before I tied it back. (side note: my hair is actually pretty luscious)
She had sure hands. No fumbling with my belt. I’ve always had dancing fingers – music gave me callouses, but it also gave me dexterity and stamina. So when I was two fingers deep and stroking her g spot, she was heaving breath like she’d run up a flight.
I got to my knees so she could lean up and blow me. She loved to give head – it showed. Not a deepthroater, but paid attention to everything, top to bottom, kisses and licks. When she was trembling and had to keep pausing because of my playful hands, I snagged a condom. Stay safe, kids.
Her jumper came off and I couldn’t even wait to pull the rest away. I pushed her panties to the side, held her legs open like a wishbone, and placed the tip of my dick right at the entrance of her pussy. Stared at her, gripped her throat, and asked if she were ready. She bit her lip in response, and within moments, we were fucking, hard, and I swear, there’s nothing more appealing to the ear than a vocal woman.
Round 1 culminated in me pulling the condom off and blowing a load all over her panties. I told her I always wanted to do that – I just wish I could’ve creamed her.
We chilled a bit, talked music and books.
Round 2 I flipped her and brought her ass in the air. What an arch. Show me a girl who doesn’t love everything from behind, from a fistful of hair to clit play to grabbed tits to powerful thrusts from held shoulders to hard spanking, and i’ll show you…someone who hasn’t had good, rough sex, I suppose. But I wanted to look her in the eye when she came again, so I turned her into my favorite position on her side with a leg up, and got merciless.
“Holy shit holy fuck oh my god fuck fuck fuck” were a few of the swears, if I recall. And believe me when I say there’s nothing better – nothing – than giving a woman multiple orgasms. I could see the waves, could feel the tremble. I kissed behind her knee, the back of her thigh. Made sure she was okay before I lay down again.
We chilled more, talked onlyfans, talked reddit. Took one photo that is actually one of my favorites – it’s muted, erotic, and doesn’t show anything besides her curved figure laying on my chest, all of our indecenies covered.
Round 3, she wanted to display her riding skills. And she was good, certain that she should move at her pace to cum. She grinded, she bounced. I pulled her hair so her neck bent back and she braced herself with a hand on my ribs so I could give it to her from the bottom. Ah, cowgirl. But I eventually wanted to be in control again, so I sat up and pushed her down so she was half hanging off the bed, pinned her arms, and nailed her.
“Fucking cum, I’m cumming again, cum with me,” she said, hoarse, hurried.
No intentions to do anything else. I came again, so did she. It’s wonderful to be with someone who gets off fairly easily. Not that I don’t like the work, but when it’s electric and simple, it’s amazing.
Eventually, sleepily, we gathered our things at 4 in the morning. She had a two hour drive back; I had less than an hour, but had to be at work relatively soon.
She gave me a small keepsake that I have in my closet. When I see it, I remember the fun – because life is too damning to remember anything but.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ugt79o/fucking_a_gonewild_girl_after_a_year_mf
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