A few of you may remember this two-part story that I wrote a while back about the first time Vivian and I had sex, or a few more of you may have read this one that she wrote about her first girl-girl experience. Well, here’s a much later sequel that she’s been after me to write for months—hope you all enjoy!
To recap, Viv and I met over the summer in China, and we had discovered we had incredible sex. She left to head back to her final year of college in California, and I stayed in China to finish my last year of grad school. It was all going to just end and be one of those summer flings you reminisce about, until her last day, a few hours before she left for the airport. She looked up at me, took a couple deep breaths, and squeaked out “I love you.” I responded in kind, but I was floored, and about two weeks later had a mini-crisis about things and broke up with her—no surprise, given my last relationship and what I had expected from this one. Of course, this wasn’t the response she wanted from the first guy she’d ever said those words to, and she in turn had her own miniature crisis, of which I was not really a part. After a few weeks of back-and-forth to get my head together—and the advice of a mentor figure who had dated his wife for ten years long-distance—I was willing to try to make things work, despite the pain I had just suffered at the hands of my last LDR partner a couple months earlier. I realized that I couldn’t stop talking about how awesome this girl was, and how bummed I was to break it off with her. She’s got it all—devastating beauty, world-class brains, a good heart, similar interests, and a killer sex drive. Thank God she was willing to take me back.
Fast-forward to January of this year. (Yes, she’s been after me for that long to write this. Yes, I’m a terrible boyfriend. Moving on!) Vivian’s family had been on vacation at an undisclosed location in the Eastern Hemisphere. We took advantage of her proximity to schedule a detour—she’d come see me for the first time in months and stay for a few days. Needless to say, we were both excited and kind of nervous. We’d spent the intervening time using WeChat video to call back and forth (try it, if you’re in an LDR—worlds better than Skype), with some fairly intense cybersex. Viv had discovered that she’s capable of some pretty awesome orgasms on her own, as long as she’s interacting with me somehow; whether directing her ala BDSM, which we started to get into during this time, or just talking as she came. As for me, I’ve just got to say that if you’re not going to have sex for several months at a stretch, it’s really nice to have your own personal camgirl with enormous tits on call anytime you want. Also, this sub helped out quite a bit—we sent a lot of stories back and forth to aid things, so thanks, lifeguard guy who fucked a milf in the locker room.
So on the day, I pick Vivian up at the airport and we head to a hotel room. It’s nothing special, but it’s got a decent-sized bed, which my place doesn’t, and no misguided attempts by Chinese administrators to enforce an in loco parentis philosophy on a 24-year-old’s sex life. We arrived, dropped our stuff, and went to grab dinner, which was lovely. If you ever get a chance to try Xinjiang cuisine, do so. We headed back to the hotel room, and that’s when the fun stuff started.
Viv has been telling me she has a surprise in store for me that she’s used a couple of other times to good reviews and asks if I’d like to try it. I’m of course willing to do whatever it takes in order to get her naked and riding me, so I agree. She goes into the bathroom and tells me to sit down in one of the chairs. A few minutes later, she comes out wearing a very tight blue skirt that comes down to about mid-thigh and a button-down top. She sets her iPhone on the bed, and as “Buttons” by the Pussycat Dolls starts playing, tells me to put my hands behind my back. Then she starts to dance. My girl can dance.
She was wearing a matching set of black lingerie that she still only takes out for special occasions. But that wasn't the best part. By a really fortunate happenstance (she hadn’t discussed this with me), Vivian’s style is just what I like in a lapdance—lots of slow hip thrusts, no twerking, 36DDs in my face, and excellent use of the muscles a lifetime of athletics had built up to reach and hold some improbable positions as she removed her clothes. I’m a good boy, and I keep my hands behind my back most of the time, until finally she starts to grind on me. I’m lost in the moment. After nearly six months, I’m getting a ridiculously sexy lapdance—actually my first lapdance ever—from a girl who has come to mean everything to me from 3000 miles away. I almost burst as I grab her tits, pop one out of her bra, and start flicking her nipple with my tongue, but then I remember something: we’re in China, and Chinese furniture isn’t built to the same spec American furniture is. I also remember that I weigh about 200 lbs and she’s mostly dense gluteal muscle and mammary tissue—so I kind of stand up abruptly before the chair has a chance to break. We keep kissing as I lead toward the bed, and she takes her bra off the rest of the way. I start playing with her nipples—remember, they’re incredibly sensitive—and she starts moaning. I begin to try out a technique I’d played around with during the summer that she enjoyed, and I just use my lips to pop her nipple in and out. Moaning intensifies. I use a lot of pressure with my tongue up against my lip and her nipple in between, and she pulls me up for a kiss because things were too intense.
We spend a few minutes kissing while she calms her tits, and then I go back to it, adding in a very rough treatment of her other breast with my free hand. Finally, she flips me over and climbs on top of me—then begins to back her way down my body until she’s in perfect position to suck my cock. She takes all 6.5 inches into her mouth without even blinking and looks up at me, hair framing her face, her eyes a deep, hungry green. Then she goes to work, using her tongue, rotating around to go at me from the side, and generally retaliating in kind for everything I did to her earlier. She doesn’t stop to breathe very often, but finally she does, and I tell her “I want to fuck you!” She grins and pulls up, lowering herself onto my cock, and then—I’m inside.
When you’ve been without sex for as long as we had, you expect it to feel pretty damn good. This was better than I’d dared hope. Vivian’s pussy gripped mine, and she started to ride me. Slowly at first, then she picked up speed. I told her I wanted to see her cum before I finished, and she grinned as she reached down and started to play with her clit to oblige me. I watched as her head went back, then caught her chest—considerably more than a double handful—as she began to lean forward, pushing down on my ribcage and preparing to just collapse onto my support as she came. We’d done this probably a dozen times that summer, and had repeated it a thousand times since—in my fantasies, at least. Now it was for real, and I had to do the most complex mental math I could manage to keep from cumming as she rode me to orgasm. Her long, dark brown hair obscured her face, but I knew the look that was on it: intense concentration, a furrowed brow, and—there! Her hips started bucking back and forth so fast it was a miracle I didn’t slip out, and my arms took the weight of her upper torso as she lurched forward and moved her support hand to her own breast. My girl was cumming, and she was cumming hard, just for me.
After a couple minutes of her orgasming and building to new ones, she collapsed onto me. I chuckled and said “good stuff?” I got a vague “uh-huh” sort of sound in response, and lay there, holding her, until she sat up, grinned, and started riding my still-erect cock again. She used her ass like a pro, lifting up and down, faster and faster, keeping me in there until finally I warned her “I’m cumming!” and she hopped off, turned around, and put her mouth over my cock. She took everything in her mouth, both my juices and hers, as I pumped rope after rope of cum into the back of her throat. Then she swallowed, looked at me, and smiled. “I love you,” I said. “I love you too.” Then she came back up, laid down, and we talked about our plans for the next few days. We had a great time both in and out of bed—I even fingered her on the train to a museum. Talk about nerd paradise.
It’s cliché on this sub, but let me know what you think in the comments below! I don’t post often because I kind of need inspiration to strike before I can really turn anything out, but I welcome advice on how to write better. Thanks for reading!
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Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3xovxj/vivian_comes_back_mf
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