[F] London – Broke a nail and lost my keys but last night was still sick.

I [posted last night](https://www.reddit.com/r/dirtyr4r/comments/77vr53/24_f4m_london_england_got_stood_up/) trying to find someone at *really* short notice, sort of sceptical and not quite getting my hopes up, not wanting to prolly cry myself to sleep after my (dickhead) boyfriend stood me up, again.

I’m pleased to say that it went better than I’d hoped!

I’ve never done a success story here before even though I’ve had some amazing times on reddit, but seeing as I’ve got some time right now, I thought I’d go ahead and post my first.

The guy I ended up picking, who as requested won’t be named (but obvs knows who he is ?✌), got in touch and it was obvious we had a lot of chemistry from the get go. I was sitting in a downstairs part of a cafe at the time with my phone, all too aware of when it was closing, excited but a little sceptical that this could actually happen. But he was nearby, *so* my type, and seemed like just the type of person to brighten up my crappy evening.

We talked about everything from him listening to my pissed off ranting (whoops), to him listening to my other miscellaneous rants (whoops again), to how we wanted the encounter to work out. Before long we agreed to meet, and now I was left to wait sitting with a now cold coffee mug, a smile on my face. I was excited. This was someone who I thought was right up my street, who I had great chemistry with, and I couldn’t wait to see how the night turned out.

Eventually, after a little texting and calling, butterflies fluttering in my stomach, the moment came for him to arrive. I don’t care how many of these encounters you’ve done before, you’re always buzzing with a little anticipation and a little nerves during that what-feels-like-a-*long* wait. He immediately put me at ease with his first hello, and I realized how he looked even better than I thought he did in our ‘correspondence’.

Small talk didn’t last long. I brought up his tattoos and couldn’t wait to see if the sex would be anything like I’d imagined. He seemed like such a chilled, surprisingly nice person and soon I flashed him a smile and told him it was time. Every time we touched, smiled or laughed, it was like a little electric jolt surged through my entire body. We *had* to start touching each other, and soon. Before it was even 11 he was driving me back to his and my heart was beating and I couldn’t keep the smile off my face. I was so glad I’d shaved my legs and that I was totally clean. And waxed.

We turned a corner and then the car came to a halt. I didn’t even have time to notice much of the area or the flat before I was in his bedroom. Tense but confident, our clothes came off in seconds, and before long I was on my knees looking up at him.

I looked up into his eyes and put my lips around his cock. I moved my tongue and felt it get harder and harder in my mouth. He must have had one of the nicest looking cocks I’ve ever seen. It was perfect. I could have sworn it was even fucking shiny, or maybe it was all of my spit glistening off of it.

For over half an hour I was on my knees, my face on his cock, keeping my hands lips and tongue busy. I did everything. Pleasuring him constantly and easing up just as he got close. Taking every inch of his into my mouth and throat. Lots of spit and tongue and gagging.

Eventually he said, in such a yearning, sexy voice, that he wanted to fuck me. I was glad to oblige. He lifted me up, I wrapped my legs around him and he threw me into his bed. The best part is when sex gets messy. You know the feeling when you’re pressed up really close together, getting really hot and sweaty. All I could hear was the slap of skin against skin, we were kissing really deeply with spit going all over the place. Our hair getting messed up all over our faces, me so wet that you could HEAR it. He bounced me from bed to wall to floor. It felt like bliss, every touch was fire. With all the tension built up over the night we just couldn’t stop. It was like he moved, and I came. He moved, I came.

He was actually so big I began to tire out earlier than I would have liked. Having both spoken about really liking anal, when he finally came, it was while he had just been deep inside my asshole, and I felt like the biggest amount of come I’ve ever experienced all over my back and bum.

Tired but not sleepy, I sat back up while he was lying there naked. We hopped into the shower and by 2 or 3 am we were sitting in his gorgeous living room on his big flat couch in dressing gowns, blowing some yayo and playing some GTA on his massive TV ? After coming down and spliffing up, I went to huddle up back in his bed. Then when he was spooning me for a little bit he looked pretty fucking satisfied, at least as much as I was. So, it was time to say goodbye.

I got dressed and we hugged goodbye at the door. But I just couldn’t resist. I dropped to my knees, took out his cock, and once again I felt it become rock hard in my mouth. I’ll never forget the look on his face, he definitely got more than he bargained for!! ?

half an hour later I was sleeping soundly at a nearby friend’s. Who I then slept with ?? Him having no idea what I was up to just earlier.

And that’s the story of my little spontaneous night. It was a wonderful experience and went better than I ever would have expected! My jaw still aches today though haha.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7856ei/f_london_broke_a_nail_and_lost_my_keys_but_last