[MF] A night of firsts for Claire; her first reddit hookup, her first yoni massage, and her first time squirting.

Here’s a rare treat, my first successful reddit hookup, and her’s as well. And with her permission, I graciously give my rendition of on our wonderful night together. For those that just want the good part, skip down, I’ve noted when it actually starts. There’s quite a bit of lead up to the main event, which is appropriate considering. I hope in some way to capture a part of the essence of what we did that night for everyone to enjoy.

Firstly, let me say that R4R subreddits have been something I’ve scanned through and sometimes responded to but none of it had panned out. Until one night when I saw the following post:

24 [F4M/FM] Vancouver – Staying downtown for the weekend and I want to make use of my hotel room from dirtyr4r

I was having a pretty boring evening by myself, and I decided to send a message. The open ended request gave me a lot of room to craft an interesting reply so I decided to go all out and do something fun. here’s what I wrote:

*Hello there. I hope you have fun at the concert, and I hope to show you some fun afterwards. My thinking is, since we’ll meet after a show, you’ll be pretty beat. And considering you’re a yoga fanatic, I’d like to interest you to an erotic and luxurious someone: tantric yoni massage in your lovely hotel room:*

*I imagine us meeting at your hotel lobby. You’re fresh from the concert, sweat cooling, ears ringing, voice raw, heart probably just slowing down. I greet you with the only thing anyone wants to see after a great show: a pizza, just cheese and marinara, classic and timeless. We go up to your room, I ask how the concert was; you tell me it was great, I pretend I vaguely know anything about Harry Styles, you see right through me but is too polite to call me out on it. In the room we demolish the pie, and I make sure you like what you see; 28, Asian, 5’10, 180lbs. clean, healthy build, pretty wide shoulders, clean cut, well groomed, really nice ass (if we get to that).*

*While you shower, I set up the room with candles and gentle ambiance, warm the oil, get the towels ready. Imagine laying there and firm, strong, practiced hands gliding up and down your body, soothing your aching muscles and stiff calves from standing in heels all night. The warm smell of lavender embraces you as my fingers reach deep in the skin to sooth those flexible yoga tendons of yours. And as I bring you to the edge of slumber, my touch turns light and teasing, sensual and playful. I take turns at all your most tender spots; the back of the neck, the crook of your nape, the supple skin behind your knee. With each touch I raise your heart rate to match mine, bringing your breath in rhythm to my movements, letting the blood flow and warm your skin till it scalds my fingers. And with great care, I channel your heat to your core. With your permission, I finally start the massage…*

*Don’t want to spoil the fun. Here’s some pics of me for you, all SFW but with one of my backside haha. Let me know if you’d be into it hope to hear from you soon!*

It was not my most eloquent proposal to an R4R post but the request was obviously time sensitive and I didn’t want to do a whole hour long response or anything. I sent it off with the same kind of dubious optimism I usually do.

But to my surprise she responded within moments: an address for pizza garden on commercial (fucking great NY style pizza btw for anyone who hasn’t been), and an address for the hotel. 11pm

When 11:20 rolled around, I was still sitting in the lobby with the pizza slowly going cold in my lap, and the front desk guys giving me the old stink eye. Pretty sure I had gotten punked and I was going to have to take the old walk of shame out the door when a few people came into the lobby who were obviously from the concert. Behind them all, a pair of pale green eyes locked onto mine and I breathed a sigh of relief. Her self-description was more than modest; 5’3, 5’4 in her knee high boots, dirty blond hair, slightly curled draped just past her shoulders, her toned and slender frame easily showed through her tank top and yoga pants combo. There was no mistaking the typical west coast girl style but that’s always been something I rather liked. I was amazed at just how white her smile was when she came up to me and gave me a hug.

“Oh my god if you had flaked I would have been so pissed. Been thinking about this Pizza all the way back from the show” there was a slight rasp to her chirpy voice.

“That all you were thinking about?” She giggled at that, and her face flushed slightly rouge.

The ride up to the room was quick. I introduced myself as Mike, her name let’s say is Claire (not really). I tried to say something about Harry Styles but she saw right through my ignorance. She lives in the valley and rather than drive the 2 hours back to Chilliwack, she got the room and luckily they upgraded her at no cost, so instead of the 6th floor, we headed up to the 15th.

And what a room it was. One of the better suites that I’ve seen, big enough to have a living room suite separate from the bedroom. We sat at the couch she dug into the pie with fervor, and for the first time that night I heard her moan.

“That good eh?”

“I honestly believe the best New York style pizza in town.” It was pretty damn good. This foodie knew her stuff.

Conversation flowed easily, we talked about each other’s backgrounds, and where we were from and what we did, and what made her want to look online for someone like me. She would later tell me that normally she’s not quite so brazen and talkative on first impressions I was fairly disarming and easy to talk to. A self-confessed closet wee-a-boo who’s just finishing her last year at KPU, now looking to get a job in the city while she pursues her dream of being a professional cosplayer.

It didn’t take long before I told her about my own experiences with tantric massages and tantric sex, specifically yoni massages. I am certainly no expert but I’ve been told I do well with my massages. And I may not be a spiritual person, but the techniques and the experiences from a session can easily feel transcendent, and I hoped to prepare her to work with me to achieve those results. Luckily she was not only enthusiastic, but also very receptive. And I would soon learn, very, very responsive.

For those that skipped start here:

As the shower ran, I set the room. I shut the lights in the bedroom, but the bright city scape through the huge floor to ceiling windows gave the illusion of twilight skies, or a sea of candles. Bottles of massage oil that I had infused with lavender was warming in a bucket of warm water. I warmed the bed, and laid out towels in anticipation for her arrival. Gentle and rhythmic waves lapped against rocky shores played on the speakers connected to my phone.

When she emerged, I was taken aback. There are some people who just looked fantastic no matter what they wore, and there are those that you wonder why bother wearing anything at all when they look that good without anything. She was surely in the latter. While her slender and flexible frame was evident through her clothes, they betrayed her by hiding a spectacularly toned abs and beautiful perky breasts. Not to mention elegantly long and slender legs in spite of her smaller stature. In her naked glory, she stood seemingly taller than I do, graceful, stunning, elegant.

Standing at the doorway somewhat timidly, perhaps because she was still damp, perhaps because she had met me only 30 minutes ago and I was already naked in her room, or perhaps because I was staring just a bit too intensely, I could see her fretting and slightly jittering. So I approached with a warmed towel and patted her dry before holding her close for the first time that night. Wordlessly we stared at each other for a moment under the nightscape lights, before I leaned in for a greeting kiss. Not lustful, not intrusive, just a gentle touching of lips, and invitation to make sure she was willing to accept me. And fortunately she leaned in gently and accepted.

Crossing my legs in the middle of the bed, I pulled her into my lap and held her in my arms. Despite nothing having happened yet, there was a vibration in between us, an expectation as if before an important ritual or a performance. From here on in, while I speak for myself and my experience that night, she’s graciously allowed me to interpret her feelings and emotions through the evening, and given approval to my wording of it. So if suddenly I seem to say something she felt, it’s because she told me afterwards upon review of my writing.

Firmly I take her arms and stretch them from side to side, over her shoulders, across her chest, slowly and with care, taking the time not only to let her arms relax, but to synch my pace with hers. My breaths became deep and deliberate and soon hers followed mine, succumbing to my rhythm. As I moved onto her legs and her knees, we were deeply in tune, and already moved with just my suggestion. It was easy to feel just how flexible she was, as she moved effortlessly and with little discomfort to my stretches.

On her stomach in the middle of the huge bed, I found ample space to move around her with ease. It was hard not to marvel at her slender figure amidst the ruffled sheets, resting as if among clouds, inviting me to join. Eager to keep the rhythm, I wet my hands with the warm oil and lather from the shoulders down, tracing supple toned curves. She let loose a sigh, as warm as the oil I used, and nestled deeper into the sheets. Straddling her legs, my hands glided down to her firm plump rear, and spread it all around, in between the cheeks and along the inner thighs, greeting each supple nook with a slick finger and prying open each cranny with a warm palm, a taster of my touches to come. Before long her back glistened under the night lights, and the scent of the oil mixed with her soap radiated from her warm back.

Her body wasn’t as tense as I had thought it would be, but the fatigue was evident in her shoulders and along her back. Muscles contracted and fell limp as I started to work it between my palms. It didn’t take long to grasp the strength I needed, she gave me plenty of feedback from light shallow whimpers to full throated groans and sighs. Unlike a deep tissue massage however, I wasn’t looking to treat her muscles or do anything deeply therapeutic, so I did not have to go too hard. Just enough to feel her go soft and limp, and the skin warm. Working the spine in between my thumbs, gliding down glossy and soft skin, taking my time, following the rhythm of breaths and ambient waves. Her shapely waist was hardly wider than my two hands and showed the trained flexible muscles of a seasoned yogi. With great care, I released her tensions, and coaxed even more noises from her chest, moans of relief, gasps of delight, groans of longing.

As I repositioned, kneeling to her left to work on her shoulders and arms, I felt her hands brush my knee, and teasingly creep towards my inner thigh, her fingers grazing my legs in suggestive motions. Of course I obliged with my own deliberate movements to slowly teasingly bring my member just close enough for her fingers to touch the tip. She seemed to feel out the curves of my gland, the ridges under the head, mapping the shape of me as she swirled the dribbles all along the shaft. I obliged by moving closer and allowing her to fully explore me and mine. Unlike a therapeutic massage, where “accidental touching” can raise the anticipation of the ending to come, there was no pretense between us and I didn’t need to generate any suggestive touching. She wanted to explore me as much as I was exploring her, and I’m all for that so long as my attention never swayed from her body. All this work was to get her blood flowing through her and pushing it closer to her core, getting her ready for the next stage.

And as I moved onto her legs, using my hand and forearms up and down the calves and thighs, working my way up, she groped my balls and my sack, rolling them around between her fingers, delightfully teasing them. As I moved further down, so did she, towards my taint, between my cheeks, before greeting my rear. She hadn’t been kidding when she said she had a thing about asses, as she went right between me, looking to probe me. I didn’t want her distracted too much, so I had to move away. There was going to be a lot of time for that later.

Perhaps an hour passed before I was through with each part of her body, and finally had her deeply breathing, fully relaxed. In spite of the cool air in the room, her skin pulsed with heat, growing warmer the closer to her core. I knew she was sensitive enough when I felt her shiver at the slightest brush over the skin. Lifting her hips, I propped her ass into the air with a pillow and took my position behind her, straddling her legs. In this position I had full access to her ass and pussy in front of me, glistening and rouge with blood. The unmistakable shine of excitement outlined her neither lips and through the cute thigh gap.

It took all my willpower not to dive head first into her right then and there, but somehow I calmed myself. As gently as I could, all five fingers started tracing circles over each cheek, working my way inwards towards the center. With each moving inch, she would clench and release, clench and release, before my fingers parted her opening, and allowed me to see the rosy center. Just as slow, just as tender, my fingers glided up and down the forbidden valley almost to the base of the mound before coming up again, paying attention to areas that no one else ever does. I could feel her thighs clench and release between my legs each time my fingers glide over the rosy folds of the entrance. Moans interrupted her breaths and she began to gyrate against the fingers, inviting me to enter. But I refrain again, there was still more to do.

Cupped the soft connecting flesh of her inner thighs, my thumbs now on either side of her pussy, and my index fingers between her cheeks. Just below her skin I could feel the deep parts of her outer lips, engorged and radiating her heat. What most people don’t know is that a woman’s clit may protrude at the tip of her pussy, but the main body goes down all along the outer labia on either side. And when excited, it engorges. So again, to the slow and deliberate rhythm of my breath begin my deep caress of her outer lips. The reaction was spectacular, the muscles would clench, her calves clench and toes point, and her voice turned from deep moans, to a husky pant. My index fingers felt her pucker and release as if gasping with her. I began to impart light pressure against the opening, to her vocal delight. I did not yet penetrate, just letting her know that this was going to come later.

When her juices started to run along my thumb, I was ready to move on. From hardly touching to now deep contact, I ran the full palm of my hand and forearm through her gap, following the curves of her pelvis, letting the length of my arm glide along the outer folds across wet hot lips, over a swollen clit. And as I pulled my arm back, I followed with my other arm, through the same path repeating the stimulation. The constant slow repetitive strokes elicited deep, honest moans, and intensified as I did. Her hips gyrated and was grinding back against my arms. Suddenly my forearms were no longer only slick with the oil, but also with her distinct scent as well. She would tell me later that during this whole exchange, maybe 2 or 3 small orgasms, though it was hard to keep count.

She was more than ready but I had one more variation to do. Using the full length of my hand, I cover her slit, my middle three fingers against the head of her clit, and slowly I move in deep centric circles. Swirling the clit around with the groves of my middle finger, and pressing into her mound. My right hand rested on her rear, my thumb pressed in between the cheeks, and for the first time that night, finally parted her and slipped in easily. Moans and groans now changed to full on grunting with both hands working in sync, and I felt a hot rush of heat leak out of her and over my palm. Unrelenting, I kept going, and within minutes the rush came again. After the third time I finally relented and moved my hands, and watched as slick juices leaked onto the pillow.

As gracefully as I could I removed the now soaked pillow and flipped her around. I sat between her, and rested her legs over my knees. She was now blush red from her face all the way down her sternum, panting heavily. Through heavily lidded eyes she looked at me and gasped.

“Wow. That. Was. Unreal.”

I smirked.

“That was just the prep. Now I can get started.”

Firmly I placed my left palm over the soft flesh just above her pussy, the thumb just above the clit, and slipped my right index and middle finger into her. Her back arches, her fist clenches the sheets, and she lets out a rasp gasp, evidently hypersensitive from the previous climaxes. As I motioned her over, my left palm kept slight pressure down, and my thumb stayed steady over her clit, letting her natural motions move against my firm hold. She was so wet, it was hard to hear the waves over the wet sounds of my fingers moving inside her. It did not take long to bring her back to the brink, and this time, it was substantially deeper, substantially bigger. You could see it in her body movements, in the way she bit her lip, the way she tossed her hair, the way she gripped my arms, that her whole body was ready to release.

For a moment I heard a slight utterance of protest, a stifled “Wait, hold on, it feels like…” but I’ve heard this before. I increased my pace felt the spongy flesh within contract and leak, and as I ran my fingers up and back, pressing against the palm of my hand from the inside, she bucked her hips and let loose a low dry scream, and the rush came again. I could see her eyes roll back, her back arched at an impossible angle, her legs struggling desperately under my elbows. Unlike the deep and calm orgasms from before this rocked her body, causing spasms and shakes. But I was unrelenting in my motions. There was another peak beyond this, and I was going to bring her up and over it.

I increased my pace, and her voice leaves her. The body, still tense now went rigid, but her flesh inside went crazy. The familiar hot rush came but this time in great quantity. Suddenly the squelch from my fingers was replaced by splash. As she gushed, two, three, four spurts, my fingers followed her pulses, dragging out the waves over and over again. It went on well after the fluids stopped, likely two minutes or so where she seemed unable to move, but her insides were contracting and releasing over and over again. I would learn this was the first time she had ever squirted before, and she was not ready for the onslaught of sensations that would come from it. Her mind went blank, her body goes limp, I pull out, and the residual fluids leak out of her, filling the room with her smell.

I had planned for more that evening, but the sight of her prone and limp told me we were done for the night. I won’t describe how I cleaned her up but suffice to say there probably wasn’t enough towels in the whole hotel for how much came out. So I did my best and with her sufficiently dry, the oil and warm towels put away and the blinds drawn, I tenderly shifted her over to a dry part of the bed and got under the covers with her wrapping my arms. In the final moments before she drifted off, I felt her reach for my own still rock hard shaft, but I guided her hand away, a wordless reassurance that this night was for her. But it was sweet that she was still thinking about me. She fell asleep shortly afterwards, and I retreated to couch for the night.

That was our night! Of course we had some fun in the morning, but I might write about that later. I wanted to say this was a really hard one to write when I wasn’t on the receiving end so if some parts weren’t clear or seemed oddly written, it’s because I was trying to compile my viewpoint with what she told me about the night afterwards. But I hope people enjoyed reading it. A big shout out to Dancinginthesheet for an extraordinary evening!

Edit: formatting

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/91u2nf/mf_a_night_of_firsts_for_claire_her_first_reddit