There won’t be as much sex in this one as some upcoming, but it was a very satisfying end to a trip I just took up north. And there’s potential for a lot of hot stories with this girl.
**Going into it: mostly about me (sorry)**
Hopefully you’ve read my other posts. If not, here’s a quick verbal snapshot of myself: 6-ft, 195 lbs. Gym-goer, but average shape. Brown hair, (usually) green eyes, scruffy facial hair. I’m hit on quite a bit, which is flattering. Sure I don’t deserve it. Though everything from the waist down I’m pretty proud of.
I was engaged until six months ago. I’ve been pretty monogamous since high school, though my first two years of college found me cheating quite a bit, which I’m not proud of. Once I met my fiancee, I stayed true. But it ended, as it inevitably was going to, and I’ve decided to give monogamy a break and really explore my sexuality. I’ve always had an extremely high sex drive. My fiancee didn’t believe sex addiction was a thing, so we’ve acknowledged me as hypersexual. It’s funny that professionally, and even amongst friends, for that matter, I’m not viewed as being particularly amorous. I’m not very social either, which is how I found myself on Reddit as opposed to a hookup app, or at a bar.
I’ve recently been referred to (I choose to believe lovingly) as a fuckboy. I’m not a fan of the term, but there’s a point where you have to accept it. So sure. I am.
I’ve met several unforgettable women here (and a couple couples); I guess my post history covers quite a bit of that. I’ve been messaged by a number of guys asking how I get responses. To put it simply, I communicate. I’m genuinely interested in her; I write in complete sentences; I can talk about more than sex; I’m kinky as hell and willing to try just about anything she’s been fantasizing. I also have a friend who’s extremely reliable, also attractive, and willing to join me in threesomes. And that undoubtedly helps my odds. But honestly, it’s about communication, and making an effort.
Said ability to engage my partner, as well as my post history on here, led to two more girls reaching out to me. One of them I’ll cover (with her permission) a bit later. The other one…Sara…is the subject of this particular story. We chatted a bit over the last couple weeks. She lives in Duluth, me in the Twin Cities, so we knew it would take a bit of coordinating to get together. She was interested in my “Summer fling” post, but also curious about a threesome with either my friend, or my FWB at the time. Sara had just hit a major milestone in her life and was about to start a new career in Duluth – my absolute favorite city, and from where I matriculated.
Our back-and-forth was very casual (I love that) but did lead to her confessing she was a bit more submissive (I really love that). I have to admit, I’m bad with guessing measurements, and don’t usually ask for them (a photo says everything), but I’d guess she’s a good half-foot or more shorter than me. Blonde, blue-eyed, a killer smile with such kissable lips. The picture she sent me had me thinking she was 25, though she’s actually about ten years older. Did I mention how kissable her lips are? It bears repeating. Rarely is that the thought I have when I see a photo of a beautiful woman. But that’s the thought I had.
She sent me a pic several days later, or her at the beach. She was tastefully clad in her swimsuit, and had tactfully sent me a photo revealing just how well-endowed she was. Gorgeous breasts. I could only imagine them without the swim top on (and I did).
We continued chatting, and when I had to go north this week, I offered to swing by Duluth on my way home. She readily agreed. And here we are.
**Fitger’s, too much water, and Sara**
She doesn’t know the Duluth area too well yet, so I suggested a favorite spot of mine, the Fitger’s Brewery. It’s in a great location on the lakefront, and was a popular hangout for my friends and I in college. Upon parking (way too far away) and finally getting into the complex, I found Sara waiting for me. In person, she was just as beautiful as her photo.
Fitger’s was not the place I remembered. Much busier than I’d ever seen it, the performer’s stage area seemed to be gone. And there were a lot more tourists, whereas I was used to the local crowd. But the beer was good. Sara and I got to chatting over our drinks. We have a lot of common interests, and I had a lot of suggestions to give her on Duluth-living. Inevitably we got into the sexual side of the conversation, which can always be a bit awkward at first. I failed to mention that she embarrasses easily – which she’d warned me about. I told her that if I didn’t see her blush cherry-red, I would be disappointed. I think shyness can be extremely attractive. In this case, yes, it was a turn-on.
We talked about my experience with Reddit, and hers. She’d had a number of hookups through here as well, but several years ago, in another state. She commented more than once on my luck with women, with my ladies at home on-call. I assured her I was the one on-call for them, and considered myself very lucky to be so. I do not take it for granted. Four years of a frustratingly dry sex-life has made me grateful for every experience I’ve had this summer.
After a couple hours, we decided to order food as well. Our odd food quirks got us into another fun conversation. As did my heavy intake of water – four glasses (+ 2 beers) over the course of our three-hour stay. I do drink a lot of water. An ungodly amount. I had to excuse myself twice to use the restroom. So it goes.
Afterwards, we ventured outside to look at the lake. I definitely took a chance and put my arm around her. Went in for a kiss. She responded positively…but she was not kidding about being shy. I had an instant of panic that I had misread the cues. One thing I always make clear is that I don’t expect drinks, or dinner, or any sort of meeting to lead to anything sexual. She’s not obligated to sleep with me. It’s astounding the number of men who seem to think otherwise.
So I had a moment of panic, but she was still smiling. Still comfortable. Blushing, but happily. I took another chance and stated straightforwardly that we should get going; I had a great time with her, and if she wanted to send me her address after we’d parted, I’d love to come over. After another kiss, we did part. And, to my great delight, she messaged me her address.
She’d warned me before we got together that her period had started, so anything below the belt for her was out of the question. I actually don’t mind period sex at all. But I understand it’s not something every woman is comfortable with. Really, I was looking forward to making out with this woman. Have I mentioned yet, those very kissable lips?
I got to her place and she let me in. We went right to the couch and started kissing. She giggled a lot during. My scratchy facial hair? The nature of our meeting? Just having a really good time? Whatever it was, her laugh was sexy. She was chill, having a good time. Comfortable. I like to tease when making out. With my lips, with my tongue. I like her to have to become the aggressor, needing to feel my lips, wanting my tongue swirling with hers.
It was a very memorable session for me (for her too, I hope!) and I would have been happy to end it at that. But then she commented that her couch was so small…we should move to her bed. Damn.
Once there, her top and bra came off. I was finally seeing, touching, kissing her amazing breasts. We continued making out. She kept her jeans on, despite my nearly desperate attempt to rub her through the fabric. I laid on my back, shirt off, letting her run her hands over my body and through my chest hair. Her hand went lower, teasing along my waistband. It was like being in high school again, with a girl on that particular date where you’re wondering, is this it? Are we doing this? It’s a great feeling. I could have let it go on for awhile, the teasing and the wondering. But at this point, I needed to feel her on me.
I undid my belt and guided her hands. The first squeeze of her hand around my cock stopped my breath for a moment. She expertly massaged and stroked me until I was hard. We kissed as she did so. I got up to remove my shorts, wondering how far this would go. When I got back onto the bed, she shifted so that her mouth was nearer me – I moved closer and let her kiss my cock. Fuck, her lips were amazing. Kissable? Hell. Fuckable. Her tongue darted along my shaft, getting me wet. She was taking her time – a sign of being skilled. When she finally took me in her mouth, it was with noticeable difficulty. Her mouth never quite made it half-way down my cock, but the warmth, wetness, and skill of her mouth coupled with her hand stroking me was going to bring me to climax quicker than I’m used to.
Even so, she had to keep adjusting as her arm (and jaw?) would get weak. I take awhile to cum, and I actually worried she’d give up before I could. All it took, though, was to watch her as she sucked me, her full lips wrapped tightly around my length as her tongue went wild over me. I reached out to massage her breasts, and the softness of her skin and the look of beautiful determination and joy as she continued blowing me pushed me over the edge. I warned her I was going to cum. She didn’t take her mouth off me. I started, deep and pulsing, erupting in her mouth. She was swallowing, but to no avail. Globs of cum escaped her lips and dripped down onto me. She pulled away, out of breath. I was too. We got cleaned up.
By that point, I had to start the drive home (work the next morning, of course) though I would have loved to stay. We bid farewell, me very sincerely hoping our encounter would lead to another. She messaged me as I drove, confirming we would, and that next time she’d “do a better job of swallowing.” She also hinted that she was quite willing to let me take the lead. Now, knowing that she’s comfortable with a more dominant approach, I’m very excited to see her again and explore her more thoroughly. It drives me crazy thinking about kissing her again, feeling her mouth on my body again, and being able to finally taste her.
We chatted a bit tonight. She’s eager to read the post. Joking that I’m going to be critical of her. As if I could. She hung out with me for three hours in a bar, took me back to her place, went down on me, swallowed, invited me back again…pretty sure I owe her a VERY good experience in return. She said a guy in the past had spent an hour going down on her. Well, I’m excited to break a record.
And of course it was nice visiting my old city. Beautiful view of the lake, beautiful town, beautiful women with serious oral talents. I highly recommend a visit.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6un61r/a_satisfying_hookup_in_my_favorite_city_mf