Fucking a Stranger [FM]

He found me on Fetlife. I’m almost never on FL anymore. I had an awkward ending with someone in my local scene, and I’ve been avoiding the site every since. And, yet … I was restless. Horny. And I figured, what the hell? There were a couple of mails in my inbox. One of them said, “I’m a 43 year old fairly vanilla guy. I saw your profile and was interested in you. You’re sexy looking. I’d like to find out in person if that’s true. Would you be interested in meeting to play? I’m free today…”

The email was from a couple of weeks prior. Normally, I’d swat this kind of email down with an outright dismissal … but his pictures were mighty attractive. He was covered in beautiful tattoos, and he had a long, beautiful, and uncut dick. I don’t know … I guess he caught me at the right time? I immediately wrote back, “Hey. Sorry I missed this. Fuck yes, I’m looking. Hit me up on kik.”

Nearly 20 years of meeting people online has made me cautious. And rightly so. I mean, I’ve had an international stalker, for fuck’s sake! Time and time again men have turned creepy. I trust my sixth sense about someone, and I am almost never wrong. So, normally, I’d be way more cautious. I was in a weird place in my life though — my whole life had been turned upside down through no fault of my own, and I was finally ready to start LIVING again.

Cock is one of the best ways to do that, in my opinion. ;)

Anyway, it was quickly obvious that it was *on*. I was 100% honest with him about where and who I was, and as far as I could tell, so was he. It was also quickly obvious that our schedules were going to have a really hard time aligning. He sent me this video that turned me on so much that clinched it. His body is gorgeous to me, kinda lean and all those glorious tattoos. In the video, he was standing naked in front of a camera with a massive erection. He teasingly got dressed, and then blew a kiss at the camera. I was at work when I saw it. It was flirty, playful, and I just had this feeling like he’d be really fun in bed.

A shiver ran up my spine, and my entire pussy spasmed.

We negotiated some things, and I threw caution to the wind. The schedules weren’t working, so I decided to bypass most of my safety screening. I did get his last name, and I googled him. My hubby and I are open, so I always let him know who I’m going to be with and where. The day went so goddamned slowly, and my panties stayed wet pretty much the whole afternoon. I rushed home from work, and he rushed over to my place, and there was a second when I let him in that I felt awkward, shy. He was taller than I’d realized, and it has been a while since I’ve fucked a really tall man, and especially such a SEXY one, and it had been my intention to chat a bit before deciding whether I was going to fuck him. At least I told myself that. We sat on my couch and shared a scotch, and before I knew it, he was kissing me … *really* kissing me. Hungrily … sensually.

All my hesitancy evaporated like dew in the sun.

I took him upstairs, and the next little bit is kind of a blur. The way that he kissed and touched me made me so *ravenous* for him. We were naked really fast, but I didn’t feel rushed. I enjoyed watching him undress, a reversal of that sexy video that he’d sent. I felt was impatient. I had yearned to get him out of his clothes and feel his naked skin against mine. And there he was! He smelled amazing, like musk and rain. He started playing with my clit, and I was so hot that I came almost immediately, spraying hard against his hand. It was the perfect blend of a realization — here I was, about to fuck a complete and total stranger, and I was so excited about that, but at the same time that excitement was combined with a (strange for the circumstances) feeling of trust.

We were strangers, and we were using each other for sex, but it didn’t feel like that. It didn’t feel like he was treating me merely as a hole. (If that’s *your* thing, great. It just isn’t *mine*. I prefer to feel a personal connection, at least until I trust the man a bit.) I felt genuine passion from him and for him, and we ignited, sparks and fireworks going off wildly. He went down on me and drank deeply, and he touched me just the way I like to be touched, and everything was hot as fuck, but also easy and effortless. When he met my eyes, I told him with my gaze that I wanted him right goddamned now!

The condoms were there, right on both night stands, also lube, tissues, and water. I *am* a thoughtful hostess. When we got to that point, it was obvious that neither of us wanted to use the condoms. He briefly hesitated, and looked at me, and I ground my pussy against his cock, and that gorgeous cock, so hot and full of fire, slid inside me, totally bareback, totally naked.

And I came, three hot squirts of come right on his dick. I couldn’t stop coming. He had to push to stay inside me I was coming so hard. I gripped him tight with my pussy, and the friction felt SO fucking good! I came over and over again, and even though in a way I wanted to drag this encounter out for a really long time, I was too hot. All I wanted in the world was to feel him come inside me. That energy and that tension built and built and built. In my head, I could almost feel being filled with his come, and I wanted his cum in a way that surprised me, and I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him closer and kissed him while he was thrusting into me.

“I’m going to come,” he said, and I looked into his eyes and whispered, “It’s okay,” as my own orgasm was building.

Sadly, it wasn’t to be. He pulled out and came on my belly, and that was hot, but I actually felt bereft that his come wasn’t dripping out of me. Instead, I carefully gathered some of his cum in my hand and ate it, and then I kissed him.

When he rolled over onto his back, he burst into laughter, and I understood. It’s a sort of nervous response that happens to me sometimes when I haven’t had a good release in a while. To be honest? It made me smile because I was so happy to have caused it. Things were easy and affectionate and awesome afterwards.

We didn’t have enough time, but I was so happy about fucking him that I didn’t care.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9fovo3/fucking_a_stranger_fm