Haven’t posted a story in a while, and this was notable to me, as I keep thinking back to it.
I am working a seasonal job this summer and have never been this far out west before. It’s always fun to Tinder in new places. I had quite a few matches—women, men, and non-binary people alike. There was a man that I took a liking to. Very intelligent, tall, older…basically, he checked all the boxes.
However, there is usually a barrier for (typically straight) cismen to grasp that I’m non-binary. I like to drop that bomb early to see if they are total assholes or not. He wasn’t very familiar with the idea or language but was open to it. It’s understandable to not quite get it at first. I have female anatomy, but I don’t identify as a woman. Weird sometimes, I get it. I just don’t want to be perceived as a woman or a “tomboy” by my partners.
We get to talking. Very smart. Chemistry and flirting within our messages that would hopefully translate in person. I ask if he wants to go birding/hiking with me on a Saturday morning. We go to a local trail neither of us have been to before (risky, I know). Turns out he is from out of town visiting the area, his weekend is free, and he has never been on a hike as a Tinder date. I was surprised no one had taken him hiking or a to a park before! That’s typically my go-to. There’s nature to talk about, drive separately to leave if you want, and *hopefully* there’s cell service and you are familiar with the area in case of potential danger. You are summoning a stranger from the internet after all.
Birding is fantastic that morning, even with more common birds. Red-breasted nuthatch, chipping sparrow, yellow-rumped warblers, empidonax flycatchers, black-capped chickadees, and my favorites that day were the downy and hairy woodpeckers. The male and female woodpeckers were vocalizing to each other. Fascinating to watch them peck at the dead areas of a slightly living tree. They didn’t seem to care about how close we were. I could even see them eating without my binos. I taught him some calls. Basic ones like American Robin, yellow-rumped, and nuthatches. I’m not sure if he remembers them, though. Enough about birds…for now
He thought it was attractive I knew so much about birds, as he really values intelligence. I always try to explain I don’t really know that much! We kept hiking around. Ate lunch. Berries and trail mix. Eventually we kill time downtown. Stop for coffee, used bookstore, lunch, and talk about books, movies, my research, etc.
I have an Air BNB reserved for that night for myself just in case I ended up not liking or trusting him. However, things were looking positive for our potential evening plans. Eventually, one thing turns into another and we end up at his Air BNB he had rented for a few days that week. An older cabin with two bedrooms, a living room, and a nice kitchen. Taking off my boots and setting down my things, I try to convince him to play a card game with me. There was a deck of cards on the TV stand. I pulled them out, kneeling next to the coffee table. I’m nervous. It’s a good ice breaker and way to get more comfortable being closer to someone. I see his facial expression change into the one that all men have before they want to kiss. He essentially pulls me into his lap to kiss. I feel him under his jeans. He’s big, but I knew what to expect from our messages. Glasses come off and we are on our way to the bedroom.
As we get sweatier, more clothes come off. I knew he was a giver going in, so it was all about me for the beginning, which is *always* nice. I am surprised about how turned on I am, although we had an entire day of build up to this moment. He comments I’ve soaked through my boxers as he touches the dark spot. Heat felt like it instantly transferred to my groin as if I needed that all damn day. The foreplay is good. Large hands are gentle and rough when I need them to be. Good head. Great kissing. We had chemistry for sure. I hear his belt buckle clink and his zipper and shift my gaze to his bulge. He takes off his pants and exposes his dick. It drops at the sheer weight of the blood rushing through. I’m sure my eyes widened when I saw it in person for the first time. Looking at it, I knew I would be sore the next day.
He enters me slowly in missionary (one of my favorites to start out). I’ll never get over the burning sensation as my body adjusts to the temperature and size of someone entering me. Quite literally—it takes my breath away. He thrusts for a while in missionary until turning me over to have me from behind. Doggy was his favorite. I remember him laughing about how it was the epitome of sex to him when he was younger. His hands on my hips felt amazing. They were almost big enough to touch fingers from the other hand while he held my waist. Thrusting into me and pulling my body toward his cock.. you know how it goes. Every once in a while I would tell him to stop so I could roll my hips into him and grind for a bit. We finish that round in prone. Maybe all of them, I don’t know. I can’t even remember specifically how many rounds we had that night. It had to be four at least. I remembered waking him up at about 1am for a repeat. Another at 4am. Another at 6am..
Waking up, I was so sore. I walked gingerly to the bathroom. We ate breakfast. I asked what his plans were for the day. Nothing. Same here. Work wouldn’t start for me until the next morning. I asked if he wanted to go to Glacier, and he said yes. It would be a *very* sore hike for me, but I won’t pass up an opportunity to go to a national park.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/vgeb0k/mischief_in_montana_fm