[FM] I lured a 39 year-old virgin from another country so I could take his virginity at a sex club… on his birthday

His side of the story is [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/VirginityExchange/comments/avlrbw/39_m4f_seattletoronto_successgo_big_or_go_home/)

What happens when you take the following:

– Sex at a sex club in Toronto

– A Redditor who flew in from Seattle to meet me

– Said Redditor was 39M and a virgin

– I stayed at his hotel with him two nights in a row

– We had tons of fun, great chemistry and great sex

Each one of these things may or may not be exceptional in and of themselves. But for them to happen all together at once? I dunno if I’d believe it either.

The story begins when I saw his r/VirginityExchange [post](https://www.reddit.com/r/VirginityExchange/comments/9r346z/38_m4f_seattle_area_wa_i_guess_ive_got_nothing_to/) in November. (I’ll call him Lewis, and myself, Nico.) Every now and again I’ll go and see who’s there – I was also a late bloomer, struggled with sexuality and the concept of virginity (psst… it’s a bullshit social construct), so, I sympathize. I really liked his post – it was funny, had personality and soul, and I felt like I got a good sense of him (that initial impression stayed consistent throughout our PMs, texts, video chats and eventual meet up). What the heck, I thought, I’ll just message him. I said something like, “You sound awesome. Thanks for the laughs. Too bad we’re not in the same city. If you’re ever in Toronto, PM me. I’d love to create a great sex-positive experience with you.” And with that, began our correspondence. I really didn’t think anything would happen. He was a five-hour flight away!

Obviously something did happen, and it was pretty damn epic. We seemed to have really good chemistry over PMs. Lewis was unique/quirky/weird, which I’m really into, and also very kind and compassionate, which I’m also into. He read my post history, which includes my experience at Oasis Aqualounge (sex club focused on women’s sexuality) and we started to flirt with the idea of him coming to Toronto. He said that the first night we could enjoy each other; the second night we could get up to mischief at Oasis. I responded by saying I think our first night should be at Oasis and described what we could do. We liked the same things – sweet sensual stuff like massages, kissing, cuddling, etc. Slowly the idea of him coming here grew on him – he was thinking of coming for his birthday on Feb 1 (#Aquariansarehot), which happily, was way earlier than I expected. We did a video chat, where we laughed at how cute and awkward we were. Finally, in mid-January, he said that he booked his flight and hotel and I thought, holy shit, this is happening! He booked a king suite so I thought, hm, I guess he wants me to stay with him? I was open to that. We did two more video chats, and lots of super hot sexting about what we wanted to do, so I started a to-do list. The first version just said “Lewis.” LOL. We also kept remarking at how crazy this was, that we couldn’t believe it, and that we were actually doing this.

 

**Friday: A failed nap, dinner, then sex at Oasis**

He arrived in the afternoon of Feb 1. I went to his hotel after work and said that I was outside. He gave me the room number and texted “we can text awkwardly through the door.” I was having none of that. I went up, and texted “or I could just knock” and knocked. He opened the door, and there he was. We gave each other a big hug. I would have hugged him longer but I was a sweaty mess in all my winter gear. I put my stuff down, took off my winter layers and we sat on the couches facing each other with huge grins on our faces. It was so nice to see him in person rather than on video chat – he’s much cuter in the flesh. Again we remarked how crazy this was, yet it seemed so normal to be sitting in front of him. We decided to take a nap as we were both exhausted – he let me have the bed and he took the couch. I couldn’t fall asleep and neither could he…

I finally got up. He looked so cute snuggled on the couch. We left to get some dinner, and laughed and chatted while learning more about each other. We walked over to Oasis, paid, checked our coats, went inside, and put our socks and boots in a locker. We each had a bag of goodies. I gave him a tour – it wasn’t that crowded yet and yes we saw people having sex. We found an empty room with a small round table – I pulled it over to a couch and pulled out my playing cards so we could play strip poker. He already knew how to play 5-card draw, which was great. I remember looking at him, not with any kind of intentionally sexy look, and he just looked away shyly. So funny. I told him that the loser of the hand chooses which item they want removed, and the winner takes it off. It went like this: my watch, my first sweater (I had two), his belt (I needed his help getting that off), his shirt, my second sweater + tank top (he yanked off both at the same time, I let him have it), his pants and finally… his undies. (He should have worn more layers.) I was surprised he lost because I thought the birthday gods would make sure he didn’t. I told him to stand up and he was reluctant at first. But he was a good boy and let me yank down his undies. He had a nice body and cock, which I only glimpsed at because I wasn’t comfortable staring (yet). I handed him a towel and he asked now what. I said he could take off my clothes, so he did – my bra, pants and undies. He asked if he could take my underwear off with his teeth, and I said sure. It didn’t work quite so well but it was still fun (I should’ve laid down). So he didn’t really lose.

Then we went to take a shower. We soaped each other up and down. I wanted to kiss him but he told me over chat I’d be his first kiss so I wanted to make it special. We braved the freezing ass cold and went to the outdoor pool where he pulled me onto his lap and I could feel his hard cock… And there we had his first kiss, naked in the heated pool at Oasis. He told me how comfortable he was with me and we kissed some more, chatted and cuddled. Then it was time for the sex school event at 10 pm in the ballroom. We got out and found a spot there, and I took notes.

At the end the speaker led us through a simple tantric exercise. We sat in front of each other, looking into each other’s eyes, with our right hands over our partner’s hearts. We had to pay attention to each other’s breathing, then breathe together. I really liked that. I’ve done similar things before – paying attention to my partner’s heartbeat as I’m resting my head on their chest, breathing with them as I’m holding them. I really liked looking into his eyes at the same time – they were a beautiful colour. I got distracted by the speaker and got out of sync and he noticed. I wish we could have done that exercise again during our time together. Next time…

Once it finished, we went to the hot tub. He pulled me onto his lap again and he kissed my neck just right where I like it, which felt amazing. I rubbed his cock, I could feel the jets from the floor on my clit… I joked “Ok, I’m good, you can go home now” because he had asked me in a video chat if there was only one thing I could do at Oasis, what would it be? And I said, kiss, because I’m really into kissing. And he’d be ok if that’s all we did. I wouldn’t be… Eventually we decided to get out and find a room so he could massage me. We went back to our strip poker room; it was empty. I laid face down on my towel and he started off kneeling next to me and I said that he could straddle me. So he did and it was really nice… Then I said it was his turn and that I would give him a Nuru massage (erotic massage that uses a slippery seaweed-based gel). I pulled out a jug, emptied the gel container into the jug and asked him to go to the washroom and add water. He came back and laid face down. I spread the gel on his back and grinded my pussy into his back. He let out a moan of pleasure. I felt like things really got started with the Nuru. Up until that point I was still a little shy around him. It was really fun to grind myself and slide around all over his body, and that helped me feel really comfortable – and more turned on – with him. Good choice, me! I asked him, “Did you ever think that your first time would be with a queer Canadian chick?” “In a sex club? No,” he said.

I pressed my whole body into his back and slid around, and he playfully wiggled his butt too. I turned around and saw myself from the waist up in a mirror across the room, and I liked how I looked… Then I asked him to flip over. I turned to face him and grinded my pussy onto his cock, looking straight into his eyes. I’d lean forward to kiss him, then slide my body up and down his. Again, I turned around, saw myself in the mirror, and had my ass and pussy in front of his face. I laid my back on top of him and we kissed and he fingered me a little bit. We both liked that… We wanted to do more so I suggested that we get the private room; there were other people in the room at this point.

We got the key and timer from the front desk. We had to be back when the clock hit 2 hours; nothing like having sex on the cock, I mean, clock (haha, groan!). The private room had an electric fireplace, a mantle, a big bed with a black vinyl mattress and vinyl pillows, and condoms and lube on a side table. There was a ceiling light which could be dimmed, but I wish the lighting was more muted because when lying on the bed the light was right in my eyes.

We laughed a LOT in there. He banged his head twice on the bed rail, and smacked his knee when he tried to smack my ass. We were lying down, and he asked if I wanted to see his cock ring. Of course I did. He put it on and as he did so, he realized one of his balls was missing. Confused, he said, “Where’d it go?” and then pushed out his right testicle. I laughed and laughed so hard into his shoulder; it was the cutest and most hilarious thing I’d ever seen. Definitely one of my favourite moments of the weekend! A little later he kissed me roughly for a bit and I LOVED that. I showed him my bullet vibrator and he pulled out his iconic Hitachi magic wand and plugged it into the wall. He ran it over my groin area to tease me and it was pretty intense. I showed him with my bullet where to lick on my clit, he looked and learned (I only felt a little awkward doing that!) and he dove in. It felt really good…

A bit later I was on top of him and he wanted a blow job (he had his cock ring off by this point). I teased him and said, “What do you want? You want me to suck your cock? Make me.” And he shoved me down to his cock. Loved that. I licked his tip and he moaned… I took him in my mouth and it felt great, going up and down on his cock… I said that he was really thick and he was gonna stretch me out later. “Is that bad?” he asked. “No,” I said. He said gently to me that he wanted his first time to be in there, with no one around, and that he wanted to come inside me. I said softly, “Ok” and smiled. He had trouble getting a condom on (he was that big!) and teased me for asking him why he brought condoms when Oasis has them. His own fit him better. Anyway, he got one on, he laid down and I straddled him, lubed him up, and guided his cock in. Again he moaned with pleasure. Fuck he was big and I had to adjust. He said my pussy felt really good… well I always like to hear that. He encouraged me to use a vibrator on my clit, so I tried out my other one (Lelo Sona Cruise). It felt really good but I couldn’t get there… He flipped us over so he could be on top. His dick slipped out so I guided it back in. He was kind of propped up over me, and for a moment I wasn’t sure what to do. Then I pressed down gently on his back so that his weight was all on me and that his dick could go all the way in. So cute. “There we go,” I said. We got into a rhythm of synchronized hip rocking… I buried my face in his shoulder and he felt so good on top of me and inside me, filling me up… He eventually stopped and I said, “Did you come?” He did – I was expecting a big moan but he was so quiet! We cuddled a bit more and we left with about 15 min left on the clock, it was getting late.

I wanted to go to the dungeon because it has a cross (I learned from him earlier that it was called a St. Andrew’s Cross) on the wall with restraints attached to it and I wanted him to fuck me against the wall while I was restrained. It was empty and I sucked him off to try to get him hard again; it didn’t really work. In the restraints my arms could go pretty low; I wasn’t expecting that. I wrapped my legs around him and that was the end of our attempt. At least we tried! Mindful of the time, we took [verification picture #1](https://i.imgur.com/AcD2Oqp.jpg). We got dressed and got our coats from the front desk. Someone started talking to us and asked Lewis – “Do you like Seattle or Toronto better?” He responded, “Well, Nico [that’s me] is here.” And we all went “Awwwww.”

Back at the hotel, we showered together and it was fun to soap each other up and down and cuddle. We got out, dried off, and brushed our teeth. I crawled into the bed. Lewis stood at the doorway and said goodnight. He said he was going to sleep on the couch. I balked. “What are you doing? Why aren’t you sleeping with me? Get in here!” Too funny. He obediently got in, and we held hands while falling asleep cuddled together in our undies.

 

**Saturday: Cuddles galore = sheer bliss**

Saturday morning I woke up around 10 am to find Lewis not beside me. I got up and found him on the couch; he had wanted to let me sleep. We got breakfast at the hotel restaurant downstairs. There was a grand piano in the corner, so I played a couple of pieces for him (Bach C+ Prelude BWV 846, and Debussy Dr. Gradus ad Parnassum). Then we got ready to go to a Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu class. He’s been practicing for a few years and it’s a huge part of his life. He had asked me over chat if I wanted to try it out and I said yeah, I’d love that. Unfortunately it turned out to be a bit of disaster. The school we went to was disorganized (though the owner was lovely), the class we went to was way too advanced for me and I got really overwhelmed. We left shortly thereafter and apologized profusely to the instructor and owner. Lewis was suuuper sweet about it and promised me extra cuddles back at the hotel. (He definitely delivered on that…)

Fortunately the overwhelming feelings wore off pretty quickly. We got some snacks/comfort food and I felt better just walking outside; it was so balmy (around 0C). We had planned to go to a sex shop and get a strap on and dildo so I could peg him (it was on the list) but I was not in the mood for another intense experience so we went back to the hotel to decompress. We snacked and watched a movie on Netflix (Sully), while cuddling on the bed. Near the end I started caressing his soft tummy and he said he had a reaction. “What kind of reaction?” I asked. And he shoved my hand onto his cock. He was wearing these technical tights and I asked him if he was wearing underwear – no. That was hot. After the movie was done, I got on top of him and grinded on his hard on – I was wearing tight cotton yoga pants (with underwear). I did that for a while and he took off my pants, then my undies, then we just chilled out some more.

I was getting hungry so I got dressed again and we ate more snacks on the couch. Watched another movie (The Accountant). I cuddled him for a bit and stroked his hair – it was so soft, I joked that it was like having my own chinchilla. He then wanted me to lie on his lap so I teased him again: “What do you want? You want me to lie on your lap?” “I didn’t mean give me a blow job,” he said, a little startled. “I didn’t mean that either!” I said. Hilarious. He shoved me onto his lap and I swear, he has the most comfiest lap ever. He stroked the back of my neck and upper back, as far as the neck opening of my shirt would allow, for almost the entire movie. I can’t describe how much I loved that. It was pure bliss. I wish we could’ve done that forever, but we had a to-do list…

It was getting late once the movie was over. I pulled out my notebook and reviewed the list. I admired him in his tights – they showed off his muscle definition so well. Damn. More cuddling and grinding in the bedroom and I took [verification pic #2](https://i.imgur.com/HtQEzsf.jpg) (he’s such a good sport). Him picking me up and tossing me on the bed was on the list. We went to the living room and I waited for him to pick me up. He then tossed me over his shoulder, but it was kind of jabbing into my pelvis, so that didn’t work out. (I should’ve gotten him to pick me up so I could wrap my legs around his waist/hips, how could I forget about that…) He bought restraints (for wrists and ankles) that go under the mattress a few days prior off Amazon so we set those up. I took a picture of him clothed and restrained, gagged with his jiu jitsu blue belt, with a sign that said “silly blue belt.” It was his idea to send this to his friend. We kissed and cuddled a bit more on the bed, then he asked me to change into my lingerie. I put on a bra and matching undies, plus black thigh highs, red heels and a black silky robe. He wanted me bent over the bed (so he could “sightsee”) so I did that, and he liked my bumless underwear. He undid the bow and said I had a cute butt.

I can’t remember the order in which we did everything but here’s what we did:

– He pinned me to the bed and yanked off my undies (hot)

– I got on top of him and again guided his cock in (his condoms seemed to fit at home but not here! Go figure. He still used one though). I was a little sore from Oasis so I asked him not to move. He suggested I use the Hitachi on myself so I did. He popped out and that was the end of PIV for me; there was no way that I was getting him back in, even though I had lubed him up too.

– I suggested that we do 69 and he wondered if that would work since he was taller than me. So priceless. I told him that it’s worked before for me and proved that shortly thereafter. I got on top of him, and again he moaned as soon as I licked his tip. My jaw soon got tired cuz of his size, so I wanted to try out the Hitachi on his dick – it was at the opposite side of the bed so he shuffled us over and that was hilarious. I moved off his mouth and sat on his chest to concentrate on his dick – it was a bit too intense for him so we stopped.

– While I was restrained he used the Hitachi on my pussy (and he wore his Scouts shirt). He wanted me moaning and screaming and I did just that. I thrashed a bit in the restraints and I came pretty hard. Such a good boy for making me do that.

– He wanted me to restrain him, straddle him near his neck, masturbate in his face, then stuff his mouth with my undies. Not something I’d come up with, but I’m glad he did. That was his self-imposed punishment for breaking his promise to not masturbate in the week leading up to our meetup. I put my undies back on, straddled him, and used my bullet on my clit in front of his face. I wanted to lie down, so I took off my underwear, stuffed them in his mouth and continued with my bullet while lying next to him. It took a while but I got there.

– He straddled me and I gave him a hand job – again with the quiet orgasm! He came on my stomach and chest and I told him to lick it up… and he did it with no qualms. And swallowed. Soooo hot. “Hm, salty,” he said. That obviously wasn’t the first time he tasted his own cum. We took a shower where I smacked his tight beautiful ass a lot. He smacked mine too.

– I kept my bra, thigh highs and heels on throughout. I’d never had sex with all those on before…

Then we had to pack up our stuff and get ready for bed. I asked him earlier in the day what time his flight was on Sunday – 8 am. “What’s wrong with you?!” I said. “A lot, apparently!” he said. I love his sense of humour. He had no idea how things would go so he didn’t book a later flight. I couldn’t blame him. Going to Oasis was for sure, but leading up to his trip, it was still up in the air that I’d stay with him at the hotel after Oasis, and certainly not for the second night. We fell asleep cuddled together again.

 

**Sunday: the end of a blissful 1.5-day escape from life**

We woke up to his alarm at 6 am the next morning and groaned. Obviously we didn’t want this to end. We reluctantly got up and got ready to leave. He checked out, then called an Uber. While waiting, we agreed to keep in touch. I told him that he was the first American I’d had sex with, and there were some other firsts for me as well. The Uber arrived, we got in and sat in silence as it drove towards my place to drop me off. Then it was time for me to get out. One last hug and kiss, and he was gone.

He texted me a very sweet thank you when he boarded the plane. I responded with a thank you as well, and asked if we could exchange emails. I’m so glad we did because I would have been so sad if that had been it. I felt like we had been on such a journey that weekend, and now it was over. There I was, sitting in my messy apartment on a cold, dark winter day, just processing what happened and terrified that he didn’t want to stay in touch when I didn’t hear back from him right away. Yeah, that Sunday was a bit of a doozy for me. But, we’re still in touch, which is great. I’m figuring out when I can visit him in Seattle. We’ll certainly start another to-do list…

 

**Epilogue**

I’ve had a few Reddit hookups before, and I’m fortunate that everyone was really lovely and respectful. There was something more with Lewis though. We had an amazing connection – it was sometime on Saturday afternoon when I realized, everything is really easy with him. I felt so comfortable with him, and everything just flowed so naturally. I could tell that he felt the same too. We just loved being with each other. We had so much fun and laughed a lot together. He is just so damn beautiful (inside and out) and sexy and cuddly. It’s still so mindboggling to both of us how well this worked out – I knew he would be cool just based on his r/VirginityExchange post, but there was no way to know that it would go this well.

I think it worked so well in part because we are both very comfortable with ourselves, so we could be comfortable with each other. I found this particularly remarkable with Lewis because until Feb 1, he hadn’t had sexual experiences with other people IRL and I don’t know if I would have been that comfortable with myself had I done (or not done) similar things in my life. I definitely wouldn’t have chosen to have my first sexual experience at a sex club.

I also didn’t know that something like this could be possible. To meet up with a relative stranger and have an amazing connection for 1.5 days? I could see that happening to other people, but to me? Nah. How did I get so lucky? What did I do to deserve this? With that said, I think my hookup days are over. I was his first, and he’s my last… hookup, though at this point, this was kind of more than a hookup.

So thank you Lewis, for taking the risk to fly all the way here and showing me what’s possible. And to Reddit, because without this platform, this beautiful and amazing – dare I say life-changing? – experience would never have happened.

Here’s the to-do list: [1](https://i.imgur.com/VPX0mLo.jpg), [2](https://i.imgur.com/cJ6ORDT.jpg), [3](https://i.imgur.com/opwRfum.jpg)

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/avmynn/fm_i_lured_a_39_yearold_virgin_from_another