Disclaimer: English is my second language so please be nice!
It was at a typically hot January night that I finally decided to go out for drinks. I had been living in a big city for about a year, which was mostly spent working and rearranging my new home. I’m not complaining though, the city was amazing but it could feel a bit lonely sometimes.
At 28, most of my friends were either across the country or too tired or too married to go out, so I just mustered up the courage to do things on my own and try to make friends as part of my New Year Resolutions. There was this nice bar across the street that seemed inviting, and as weird as it may sound, I felt like dressing up even though my intention was solely getting one or two beers and head home.
You know, when you work from home and barely leave the house, every single chance to get dolled up is more than welcome. I wore a long white button up shirt and a red chess miniskirt with Oxford shoes. I have shoulder lenght black hair and about 5’8, and while I’m not fat, it’s reasonable to say I’m on the curvier side. Think Aubrey Plaza with round glasses and curvier. That’s a good approximation. I was feeling amazing about myself and the looks I drew kinda gave me a self-esteem boost.
Ok, onto the bar. It wasn’t super crowded, but even if it was he was the only thing I noticed. Short beard, medium build, beautiful dark blond curly hair and piercing green eyes. I joke you not, that was likely the hottest men I ever laid my eyes on. Finding a date wasn’t my main goal that night but why not? I pick a table and notice he was having a beer, apparently by himself. Normally, I would have chickened out and completely ignore his presence but not today, Satan. The worst thing it could happen is getting rejected or having an unpleasant exchange of words, and so I went up to him.
Unsurprisingly, my presence was well received and he even asked the waiter to pour me a beer. He picked one I like, almost as if he knew me. Well, the conversation was far from unpleasant. His name was Gus and we were in similar places in life. He was a journalist who had moved to the city for work related reasons and was finding a bit difficult connecting with people. We talked about our lives, our pets, music and politics, but the sexual tension was so palpable you could cut it with a knife.
We all know that point people just stop talking and look at each other wondering who’s gonna make the first move. He did, and asked if he could kiss me. I went out for drinks and ended up having the most passionate, sensual kiss of my entire existence. There was something so magnetic about that man that made me want to drag him home and fuck him senseless. Sleeping with a stranger is out of character for me, but he was different. I kept it together for a while until he asked me if I would like to meet his dog. Smooth, right? I like that. He was smooth, sexy and I was extremely turned on. So yes, I did agree to say hi to his dog.
He also lived nearby in a very cozy apartment, and while the dog was indeed adorable, I couldn’t think of anything else but ripping off his clothes. Fortunately he got the hint and we started to make out, heavily. He grabbed my ass as he moaned softly into my mouth as we kissed, so I did the same and could feel his erection through his jeans. I was already soaking wet, and didn’t hesitate when he led me to his bedroom as we kissed. Very movie-like, huh?
To say we took off each other’s clothes is an understatement, we nearly tore them apart considering how hot the situation was. My pussy was so fucking wet no foreplay was needed, I was just desperate to have him inside me, to which he obliged but not before me asking if he had a condom. By the look on his face I assumed he didn’t, but I wasn’t thinking straight anymore. He told me he was clean and so was I, plus the IUD I had. So he slid in, and it felt amazing. He fucked me in an alternated pace, probably to stop himself from exploding inside me, which sent me over the edge as I pushed him deeper with my hands. I’m no screamer, but his cock felt so amazing that I couldn’t help but get loud, we were a perfect fit.
I could feel my orgasm building up before we switched positions and I started riding him. The feeling of his cock in and out while he sucked on my tits and held my waist was just too much, giving me a mind blowing orgasm that didn’t stop me from keep riding. He started to moan harder and hold me tighter until filling up in a way I’d never seen before. It seems like we both needed that.
We rolled onto the bed (drenched in sweat) and I told him he was really good. And this is how my first roleplay with my husband went. Hope to do it more often ;)
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/10i0gfz/calm_night_out_led_me_f_to_being_fucked_raw_by_a
Hot and sensual and your English is perfect!
Very nice story. Especially the totally unexpected conclusion. Loved it 😁
Awesome ending haha
Lovely story, and so great walking that your role playing and keeping your spark alive.
I look forward to reading more from you, if you’re willing to share.
Love the concussion haha
Your English is very, very good…
Very hot!
Super hot! Great ending. Please write more. !updateme