All my roads to Philadelphia seem to lead to Independence Hall—this trip was no different. Well, except for the fact that I had a bullet to strike off the old bucket list: complete a random internet (read: Reddit) stranger hook-up.
Note: there’s lots of extra prose because I’m feeling nostalgic. Scroll down for action.
By the time I made it into the city, I thought I was doomed to once again put off this quest since no one was catching my eye, but then it happened. A little orange envelope popped into view with someone who actually read through and followed the requests in my post! And he sounded sexually responsible and compatible to boot—a cautious gal’s dream come true.
We ended up migrating over to kik where we talked over safety and pictures were exchanged (oh he is a cutie!). I could hardly believe my luck and was climbing up the walls of my hotel when he said he’d be half an hour to get to our agreed upon meeting place (La Colombe, that coffee haven). I ended up settling my nerves at the hotel bar with a gulped down glass of prosecco before stomping out into the crisp evening air.
Draft latte replacing wine, I tip-toed about the cafe scouting out a place to sit. Definitely got a few strange looks as I tittered about and a guy who came in after me took the dark corner booth—damn, so I plopped down on a bar stool and just stared down the barista in front of me who was struggling with making a cup of tea. Don’t ask me why it was a struggle.
Minutes felt like they were dragging by and every person who walked in the door made me twitch just a little. You should have seen how fast I grabbed my phone when it finally buzzed. “I have arrived… The incredibly hip baristas suspect nothing”
I blinked. No one new had walked through the doors. There was a couple in one corner. Some business people thronging around another set of tables. Parents and their babies…and then that guy who had stolen that prime dark corner I had been eyeing—oh. We made eye contact and it clicked. Apparently baseball caps give people +3 disguise (him) and glasses the same (me).
Now began the mission of “are you a serial killer?” Well, not really that serious, it was more “can you hold a conversation?” And as the quite pleasant conversation went on it quickly became, in my head at least, “how can I get you in bed now?” I think we were both a little nervous. Or I was nervous and he was too much of a gentleman to assume and make the first move (an endearing trend for the night).
Okay, now we get to the main action. Well, we had to because it looked like the cafe was starting to shut down. Whoops. But the decision was made that a) I wasn’t going to steal his kidneys and b) he wasn’t going kidnap me. So we meandered back to my hotel, shivers wracking me the whole way…and it wasn’t the evening chill.
The elevator ride was quiet, as was the stroll down the hallway. None of this heavy make-out session or petting I’ve seen in other success stories because I’m apparently a goddam chicken. This silly behavior continued even when we got into the room and I didn’t know how to move forward so we talked about the wallpaper until my ever gentleman finally asked, “Want to make out?”
That man. I’ve never appreciated straightforwardness more. He had the patience of a saint for waiting for so long.
He guided me onto the bed and in no time zeroed in on my neck and reduced me to a gasping and squirming mess beneath him. Slowly but surely (and him checking in at all times) our clothes came off. First our tops (he did a silly sexy shimmy out of his button-up that made me giggle, I threw off my sweater and laughed again at his expression when he realized I wasn’t wearing a bra), and then our bottoms.
Nakedness achieved, the make-out session continued with a newfound heat. I can still remember his astounded murmur when his fingers dipped between my legs to feel how absolutely soaked I was. His finger had no resistance as they glided into my pussy and fuuuuuck they were divine.
Now I would have been happy with a good fingering as foreplay, but he then asked if he could go down on me. It had been years since anyone stuck their face down there and hell yes I was self conscious. And I told him that, but who was I to say no to a new experience. So next thing I knew, he slowly kissed and bit(!) his way down my body till he shimmied between my legs.
I could write that it was divine and I immediately care right then and there. But for those ladies who haven’t experienced head, this is for you. It was odd at first. The sensation of his tongue swirling through my folds was nice but not mind blowing like they portray in the movies or romance novels. Yes, it was particularly nice when he sucked and lapped at my clit. HELL YES it was great when he started plunging his fingers back into my pussy…but I just wasn’t cumming. And my self consciousness about not cumming was definitely not helping.
Self-defeated, I told him he didn’t have to keep going. But he just laughed and told me not to worry, and that it was more fun this way. And he kept going, mouth and fingers working in tandem to keep me whimpering as I floated along a lazy river of pleasure. And yes, he was still a biter down there as he nipped at my inner thighs just to hear me squeak and jump in his grip.
Finally the man needed to come up for air some time, so we switched spots and I could finally play with that lovely cock. Note: man had the smoothest balls I’ve ever laid hands/mouth on. Great shave job. Wow. Much soft. Anyways. I definitely slurped that dick like it was a popsicle in midsummer and drank in the dreamy look on his face as he alternated between looking at my mouth wrapped around his shaft and looking at the reflection of my ass in the mirror opposite the bed (good move, hotel).
A tug on my arm and he coaxed me back up from between his legs, kissing me back into the plethora of downy pillows as he settled his body on top of me. His fingers found my pussy still soaking (I’ll never forget the way he rumbled “Oh god you’re so wet” as he kissed me). Back and forth, back and forth, his tip rubbed against my slick. I was begging him at this rate to “please, please, please…”
“Say it,” he whispered in my ear.
“Please fuck me.”
And he obliged, and he obliged, and he obliged…legs hooked around his waist, legs hooked over his shoulders, driving into me from behind, a gal can really appreciate stamina like this.
But we’re all human and he’s a goddam too precious for this world gentleman so eventually he tumbled beside me in bed asking for a water break before he even came. And I’m a sane person so I say yes and giggle as he flops amidst the pillows besides me before padding off to the bathroom for some tap water.
We continue to be small talk champs as we sip our water and take a breather. At some point in all the activity previously I had grabbed my vibrator so I was showing him all the fun functions it had and espousing its virtues. Minutes later he’s kissing back between my legs and telling me to use it on my clit as he licks and finger fucks my pussy. Again, the build was slow, but between his efforts and how easy it was to start relaxing and not worrying about how long I was taking, and DID I MENTION HE BITES AND HIS FINGERS ARE AMAZING? Anyways, I could feel my orgasm building like a wave and I was riding his fingers and tongue all the way till the end like it was a goddam race and I’m pretty sure my floor mates could hear me keening as I came. Scratch cumming from oral sex off my list.
Pussy still convulsing in my post-orgasm haze, his dick felt so much fuller inside me as he fucked me again. There’s nothing like contented post-orgasm fucking. His movements were starting to get stuttery and the look on in his face was so heated. And then we stopped. He looked up to me slightly embarrassed. We had forgotten to talk about where he should cum. Again…Whoops.
But the answer was simple. Not inside and please not in my eyes (that one was said with some laughter).
Problem solved, I clambered down his body and lazily started swirling my tongue around his tip. Every movement I went a bit deeper until his hilt pressed plush against my lips. Deepthroat success? I don’t know, I was too busy to ask and too focused to get embarrassed about the obscene slurps that were starting to come out of my mouth as I pumped with one hand following every suck. His legs were twitching like crazy beneath me and his fingers twisted in my hair.
“I need to stand,” he gasped. And we moved, me eagerly restarting as I kneeled between his feet. Suddenly one hand was back in my hair as the other pumped his cock, his hot cum splashed against my open mouth and down my neck.
My first blowjob completion. Score!
Mission complete on both our parts, we decide to undertake a new one and try out the shower of the hotel because one of us was covered in sweat and the other one was covered in semen. I’m still awkward as fuck in the shower, it was completely platonic and wrapped up in tacky hotel robes we’re back to small talk like: crazy wallpaper right? What’s their theme? So many colors! Did you see that exhibit at the old President’s house about slavery?
Ooohhh…mood killer. Another whoops by your truly.
“Sooo wanna make out?” He saves the fucking night again from my bumbling efforts.
Long story short, making out turns into heavy petting (and biting) and he’s poking at our tacky robes…and we totally go for a round two fuck and end with him with his fingers digging into the flesh of my hips as he cums over my ass.
Oh I was hoping for that round two and my man delivered.
To be honest, I would have loved a round 3, or 4, and copious cuddling and more making out, and to make up for pummeling his already injured back (I didn’t talk about that WHOOPS) but I had responsibilities to attend to and my man was probably all worn out.
So dude. You did awesome. I have discovered a new like for being bitten and a new appreciation for oral. I hope you had a great time and that my words bring it justice and give you some laughs. Thank you for being my internet hookup. ;) and for saving it from my bumbling efforts time and time again. Awkward turtle = me.
Thanks for reading this rambling wall of text everyone. Guys and gals, to your future successes!
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7hlrqe/fm_a_success_story_sex_doesnt_have_to_be_serious