The absolute hottest [F23]irst date of all ti[M35]e turns into the best multi-month fling of my life [MF]

I happen to travel a lot for work, and in particular to the rural countryside of a certain formerly-European Island nation. Sometimes work stress kills my libido, and sometimes it makes me horny AF. On one particular trip, I was feeling frisky and swiping on Tinder (and probably slowly stroking myself). People have types, and this country’s ladies were not mine – caked makeup and photo effects, not a lot to bring to the table intellectually, not very active or fit, heavy drinkers, generally just hard to connect with. But all of a sudden, I was completely surprised – after countless left swipes, up came a woman who was exactly down my fairway.

Her photos were of mountain biking, hiking, drinking beer with workout clothes on – exactly the vibe of my active city here in North America. In fact, she was FROM my city. She even seemed to have the same dual citizenship as me, and strangely enough, we had similar facial features and body types… She was blonde, blue eyes, a bit stern looking but with a surprising megawatt smile in the photos where she flashed it. Some fascinating book recommendations in the profile. Sporty, a sneaky fantastic ass from a few of the outdoorsy photos (the most important thing for me), and honestly, my perfect type – small tits. I love me a tomboy.

We matched – holy shit! – and she immediately sent me a message.

“What the hell are you doing in [rural town]?” … “I’m here for work… what the hell are YOU doing here!?!”

Our banter was fairly straightforward for a few lines, but then she broke open the flirting: “I like your bum.” [we share this in common – I get compliments on my bubble butt.]

I returned the compliment and suggested we meet up and assess (ahem) whether they’re as good in real life as they appear to be in the photos.

We quickly set a date for the next day, and she suggested we play tennis. Hell, why not?

In the morning, rereading our exchange and getting more turned on, something got into me and I went big.

“You game to add stakes to this tennis match?”

“What do you have in mind?”

“Winner gets to spank the loser 5 times.”

“Deal.”

The OK was so fast, my mind started spinning. About an hour later, I sent another message:

“I’m thinking we should up the ante of the game.”

“Oh? How so?”

My heart was pounding as I typed… “Each ace = spank. Each set won = bare ass spank. Winner gets to bare ass grab the loser in the parking lot. A game with no points scored = bare ass bite.”

The pause was excruciating, but it wasn’t long.

“I accept your terms.”

Holy shit! This was my horniest, most ridiculous, most inappropriate idea ever, and she just went straight for it. What kind of alchemy was this? Was she for real?

The next 5 hours at work were brutal. I had a half-chub pretty much the entire time. After work, I raced home, got dressed into active wear, and drove 45min to the tennis club.

The moment we met, I worried that this wasn’t for real. She was super socially awkward – more beautiful and sexy in real life than I even imagined, but barely looked me in the eye and couldn’t really make small talk. I laughed at the situation but decided, fuck it, confidence, go with it.

We got a court and started playing. She quickly opened up over her career path (similar to mine), her passions (similar to mine), her upbringing and family (similar to mine… what the fuck, were we the same person?). As the game went on, I eventually tried to break the ice on the stakes. It was a bit awkward and fumbly, and I wasn’t sure whether we were really going to go through with it.

But sure enough, over time, we were keeping track of scores, and I was getting more and more turned on.

I dispatched her in the final set and we both grew wry smiles. We returned our rackets and headed to the car to go to town for a pint. But here was my first moment of truth.

At the parking lot, I said, “I think it’s time for a few of those spanks.” She looked at me, kind of rolled her eyes, and turned around without a word. I gave her 3 spanks… and said, “and how about two of the bare ass ones?”

Sure enough, right there in the parking lot next to a motorway, she looked over her shoulder and pulled her black leggings down below her cheeks. A bare beautiful ass in all its glory. I spanked her twice, then pressed up behind her and grabbed two huge handfuls of the most amazing ass I had ever grabbed. And after a few seconds and a jiggle or two, I pulled her leggings back up and we got in the car and went to the pub.

The conversation in the car was surprisingly normal, but once we got a half pint in us, we started talking about romance and sex. I asked her deep questions about her love life, her sex life, her first threesome, the first time she squirted. “I can’t believe I’m telling you all this, but I guess you ask great questions.” After two or three pints, it was clearly time to go *somewhere*, and I suggested we might check out her place. She made it very clear: “do you want to come home with me?” I said yes, we walked outside, and immediately started making out.

The kissing was perfect. It felt like we had perfectly matched kissing styles – passionate, full lipped, creative, soft but determined. Our hands were all over each other. It was like dancing.

We raced home, and at her house, the clothes came off incredibly quickly. Right inside the door of her tiny studio, I turned her around, bent her over her kitchen sink, peeled her leggings down, and immediately ate her out from behind. She moaned – she was already wet, and sweetly delicious. In my zeal, I licked all the way from the bottom (her clit) up her lips, to her vag, I licked her perineum, and i swiped up and licked her asshole.

She moaned eagerly at all this, especially when I swirled my tongue from her ass to her pussy and back.

She turned around, dropped to her knees, pulled my cock out (I’m a well proportioned 7”), wrapped one hand around the base, and started licking all around my shaft and head. Her pressure, her timing, her movements and targets were absolutely perfect. I couldn’t hold back the grunts and moans.

After a few heavenly seconds of this, I pulled her up and asked her if I could put her on the bed. “Yes, immediately” she panted. And off came the rest of the clothes. She had a perfect patch of pubic hair (exactly what I like) above the prettiest pussy I had ever seen.

It was a summer night, and it was sweaty. Our bodies, movements, everything was like a fever dream. It was absolutely perfect sex. After some slow, grinding missionary, we managed to dance our way to her riding me while I sat on the edge of the bed, and as I reached down to put a finger in her ass, she reached back to play with my balls. At this moment she said, “Jesus, it feels like we’ve been having sex for 20 years.” So it wasn’t just me – this really was fucking mind blowing.

Over the course of the night, we cycled naturally through just about every position. I came 3 times, she came 4. I made her cum with my tongue on her clit and my fingers curved up into her G spot (she really loved G spot pressure), I made her cum in doggy while playing with her clit, she made me cum in prone bone (my absolute favorite), and I made her cum again in sideways position (a close cousin of prone bone and my other absolute favorite). It was honest to god the best sex of my life, immediately, on a first date.

In the morning, after sleeping naked for a handful of hours, I woke next to her and she smiled at me. “What should we do with this hard cock of yours?” She gave me a perfect blowjob and we fucked again two more times.

I came back that night – the text from her after I told her I was on my way was – “fucking hurry” – and we repeated the act. The sex simply kept getting better and better. Every movement was coordinated, everything I wanted to do she loved, everything she did to me felt exactly right for my body and the moment. I spanked her and she loved it. We choked each other lightly – new for me – and we both loved it. I pulled her hair and dominated her a bit, but she flipped me over and rode me hard for a bit, grinding on her clit until she collapsed on me in her orgasm, her pussy pulsing around my cock. She asked for the deepest creampie I could give, which is exactly my favorite way to finish. It was a sex symphony. The only mistake – we were getting a bit rough, and I bit her nipple so hard that she yelped – I had actually drawn blood. Shit! But all was forgiven in the name of enthusiastic, borderline aggressive sex.

“Are we the same person? Or are you my dad, and I have daddy issues?” There were indications this wouldn’t last forever. She was in this country for school and I was 12 years older than her – but I wanted this magic to continue as long as possible. On a layover, I drove 2 hours to see her for the night before driving for my connection, and we fucked over her sink because we couldn’t make it 5 feet to the bed. We had a sexy weekend in the nearby big city, where I ate her out from the side and fucked her sideways on the couch, at her request, while she touched her clit until she came. All this in front of huge windows looking out onto other apartments.

We sexted when we weren’t together, and shared interesting articles we had read or ideas we had heard about. We actually started developing what felt like it could be a relationship – “have you thought of wanting to be my boyfriend?” she asked, with both of us knowing it didn’t make much sense. And always when home or on the road, I thought of our perfect sexual connection, how I had never experienced anything like it and may never again.

[coda]

The story had a very fucked up ending, for a while. She was home in my city and we had made plans for that evening, but she completely ghosted me. Not a word, not a response. This was mid-COVID but post-scary-phase. Was she seeing someone? Did something happen? It smashed my ego – this deserved more than a ghosting.

Fully months later, I wrote her an angry text saying I hoped she didn’t do this to whoever the next twat ends up being.

A year and a half later, I still couldn’t let go, and I sent her an email saying that what we had was special to me, and that I thought it deserved more, and that I hope she was doing well wherever life found her.

To my surprise, She responded immediately and apologized very briefly. She offered to get a pint. When we did finally meet up – fully two years later, completely different people yet somehow still the same – I learned why she ghosted. She had begun dating non-men, and was exploring her queer side exclusively. To me, this was both great for her, and a huge relief for me. As much as I didn’t want to *need* validation or closure, I did need that. And she was able to provide it. We agreed we could be friends, and should be friends. And we are friends to this day – still, I might add, pretty much the same person in intellect, humor, interests… but despite the amazing thing we had, likely never again, the same person in sex.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/x8qocx/the_absolute_hottest_f23irst_date_of_all_tim35e