Obligatory ‘about me’: At the time of writing this I am a 26 year old man. I’m somewhere in the region of 5’10, stocky but slender build and in pretty good shape. This story will take you through my events and escapades with an incredibly attractive Scottish lady called Summer. As you are here to masturbate, I’ll try and do a good enough job of making the hot bits hot – but as you are reading I imagine you are like me and enjoy a bit of a narrative. I’m far from a professional writer, as such I can’t promise to do a good job, but I will try my best.
All the events in this story are true, the good and the bad. Obviously I have changed the names and any key identifiable information. GDPR and all that.
In we go…
I work as a consultant for a tech company. We resell tech product for two of the largest tech companies in the world. These companies assign us Account Managers who give us day-to-day assistance and act as a main contact for dealing with these massive businesses.
My role in the business doesn’t see me interacting with these people all too much, unless I am working on one of the larger projects – and then it’s only ancillary contact.
Occasionally, these companies roll out some new products and they will put on an event to showcase what’s the latest in their list of offerings.
The end of 2018 had one of these such events, hosted to us by our Account Manager. Our Account Manager for this business is a young attractive lady by the name of Summer West. I never knew Summer all too well, but I had spoken to her here and there in passing in the office over the passed couple of years. I was instantly attracted to her, but never crossed any lines or made any moves. Summer is married.
Now, mine is a very male dominated industry – It is still stuck very much in the past and a large population of the men behave as such. So the first day I met Summer was in a meeting where one of the Sales Guys felt it was appropriate to make lewd and vulgar comments about her appearance. I never spoke up about this, as she handled her own. Summer is from Glasgow in Scotland. Anyone from the UK reading this, I don’t need to say much more. But suffice to say, Glasgow is a crazy city and there people there are bred tough and can handle themselves as well as any in the globe – just assuming you can understand them.
I happen to find the Glasgow accent incredibly attractive, so was immediately drawn to Summer a little more than I normally would be with a woman. My first interaction with Summer that had an element of ‘spark’ to it, we were sat at a bank of desks. She was sat across from me, but I couldn’t see her face as my monitor was raised up high. There was a conversation about social media and how Summer had a very private one and that no one could find it if she didn’t want them to. This is due to Summer splitting up with her Husband and him being a bit of a creepy stalker. My name was dropped as an “If anyone can, Paul can.”. I made some comments through my monitor about how I totally could, and she playfully responded how I couldn’t. After a short moment in this I reached up and pushed down my monitor – and we made eye contact. In that moment, I knew there was a glimmer of attraction at the very least.
I told her not to challenge me, and she did. I felt like she secretly wanted me to find it. It wasn’t easy!! But – I did. I found her Instagram and her Facebook. Facebook felt too intimate, so I dropped her a follow request on Instagram and left it at that. A day or so later I got an acceptance. (I should explain, Summer is only in our office roughly once every two weeks – sometimes more sometimes less, as she has a large group of different partners to support.)
Fast forward to the event, and it is down in London (our office is in Manchester). We make the trip down on the train and we meet up with Summer, our host. All the sales guys gather around a large table and I take a seat on the outer circle of seats next to – you guessed it. Yes, I orchestrated that.
We chatted throughout the event. This was the first time in memory I had ever spoken to her 1-1 and it was nice. She was very nice to talk to and we had a fun time. We spoke about some of her Instagram pics and I tactfully mentioned a small child on her account who I suspected of being hers. I ended up asking if this was her daughter and she energetically told me no, she has no kids. There was then another glimmer of eye contact, and then she had to stand up and present to the room for a bit. The event rolled on and we were given the grand tour and shown hands on some of the tech.
After the event, Summer took everyone out for a few beers. We went to a local bar and Summer bought all the drinks (company expenses and all that). We were there for a few hours, and everyone was getting a bit drunk. Eventually summer pointed at a drink being advertised and said how she loves this particular cocktail and that people should try it. I remarked how I seem to remember seeing that on her Instagram, to which she said something about me having a proper good look through her pics. I saw an opportunity to test the water and said “No… I just went as far as until I thought you had a kid and stopped”. She played outrage. However, I could tell in that moment she wanted it. A small time later she asked me to help her carry the next round at the bar. She wasn’t very forceful at getting served (not helped by my purposeful body language to keep the barmen from serving us, so I could explore this a bit more now we were alone). We chatted for a while and there was some back and forth flirting. By this time I was getting a bit drunk, so I couldn’t tell you what was said.
The night rolls on some more and people start to leave, one by one, mostly to get their trains back up north. I live in a town about 40 miles north of Manchester and I had a train booked to head back. The numbers got down to roughly the last 4 or 5. Those left standing so far were Summer, myself, James (a super creepy sales guy who had made some pathetic and embarrassing attempts at winning Summers attention by White Knighting), Ian (a sales guy who lives in the same town as me, and as such was set to get the same train) and there may have been another sales guy but I think he had left about half an hour prior.
Anyway, Ian books him and I an Uber and we are all starting to wrap up. The Uber comes and Ian jumps in – I grab my things and start to say my goodbyes. Just as I am leaving the bar, Summer steps outside with me, her things in toe. I give her a hug goodbye and she says “You can’t leave me with James”. I told her he was leaving to (he was, I think he had already stepped out at this point). She responded “Well.. You’re not leaving.”
I laughed and said “Well… I don’t have a Hotel booked. And if I don’t get in this taxi I will mis my train” (All the while Ian is shouting out of the cab for me to get in, as we are going to miss the train).
Summer then repeated her line “You’re not leaving.”
I said, “Well, we have two options. I get in this Taxi now, and leave. Or, I am staying in your hotel with you tonight.”
Summer then said, “What do you want to do.”
The clock was running, so I couldn’t play this game anymore. I said, “I want to stay in London with you.”
“Then do it”, she said.
You must keep in mind, I had never spoke to this woman 1-1 before today.
I walked over to the taxi, leaned it and told Ian “I’m staying in London. I’ll see you tomorrow. Don’t fucking tell anyone!”. Turns out he wasn’t very good at the whole not bringing this up thing, but nevermind.
I grabbed my bag and Summer’s suitcase while she ordered an Uber of her own. We jumped in the Taxi once we found it and spent the circa 45minute taxi drunkenly laughing with each other as she showed my a series of old as fuck youtube videos that she finds hilarious. Once we got to her hotel, we checked in. I had them move the room to one with a better view, which she was impressed with (I think, we were both hammered). We got back to the room, and Summer exclaimed how we were going to go back out and meet here colleagues who were all going for a meal and drinks in London. She then told me she was getting a shower.
I never said much, and she stepped into the bathroom. She was in there for about 10 minutes – in that time I had decided to remove my suit jacket and shirt and was then standing in a strange hotel hundreds of miles away with a woman I barely knew about to step out of the bathroom. She eventually came out in her pajamas and had a giggle about how silly her pajamas were. I then remarked, “I thought you wanted to go back out”. She made some nonsense comment about getting changed again once she had eaten something, all the while I was slowly advancing on her taking slow deliberate steps.
She was standing at the foot of the bed when I eventually stepped into her space. This was the first we had stood together without her having some kind of heel, and I realised how short she was. She was adorably small. I stepped my right hip into her left, causing her to lose her footing and she was sat down on the bed. She stammered and broke her sentence as she looked up at me and realised it was happening. I leaned down, gently pushing her to be led on the bed. My hands traced her arms as our lips finally met. I kissed her forcefully as she laid down. I slid my arm under the small of her back, and lifted her small, sexy frame up the bed with one arm as I crawled up with the other. I scooped her like this until her had was resting on the pillow, at which I stepped off and removed my trousers. I left my underwear on, and climbed back on top of her. The heat of our bodies as we kissed was like a furnace between us. Her fingers pressed into the muscles on my arms as I pushed her legs apart with mine. I climbed between her legs. By now my dick was throbbing with anticipation. I don’t think I’ve ever been as hard while drunk in my life. I sat up, and pulled her pajama bottoms off, revealing her underwear. I quickly slid back into position kissing her neck and lips. Once I felt the moment was right, I introduced her to my cock. I pressed the swollen and thick head of my cock against her, though our pants. She gasped and her fingers pressed harder into my arms. She wrapped her arms around my back and held as I ground my throbbing cock against her now very wet panties. She reached down and gripped my hard cock with one hand, her hand barely encasing its girth. She let out a subtle but distinct moan of approval. I shifted my weight onto one hand as I reached down with the other. She gasped slightly as I traced the shape of her with my finger. I could feel then how wet she was – and I could see in her eyes she wanted it as bad as I did.
I pulled my engorged cock through the hole in my boxers. I then took her hand and placed it on the shaft once again, this time on the flesh. She could feel the warmth in my cock. I tensed it for her letting her feel it throb in her hand.
Looking down at her strikingly beautiful face, I said “Do you want it?”. She nodded and bit her lip.
I moved the hand that was holding my weight behind her head, my weight now through my elbow as I took her head in my hand and kissed her. All the while pulling her panties to one side, and rubbing my head against her opening. I wanted her to ask for it – and I told her to.
She did, and as she did I pushed myself inside. I went slow, so she could get used to me. My dick was aching to be pushed deep, but I let it in slowly, deliberately. I buried my face in her neck as I slowly pushed and pulled my hard cock in and out, going deeper each time. With each push forward she let a deeper moan of pleasure. Eventually, I managed to have almost my entire cock deep inside her. I could feel she loved it. Once she was accustoming to the size, I began to fuck her. We fucked like that, her legs gulping me as I slid my dick deep and hard into her. She moaned louder now, but she hid her face in my shoulder as she held on to the moment. She never said much, but I remember a distinct “Oh! Fuckin hell Paul!” In her splendid voice. This sent me over the edge, and I warned her I was going to cum. I went to pull out, but she pulled me back in. I said, “I’m not going to just cum inside you?”
He response was the most Scottish thing I have ever heard, and to this day one of the hottest things anyone has ever said. She simply said “Just fuckin go!”
With that, I let it all go. I stopped holding back and fucked her. I fucked her HARD. I knew I wasn’t trying to hold back anymore. I gave her all of it, and fucked deep and hard. She moaned deep and long, over and over. Until eventually I hit the peak – I felt my dick explode inside her. A hard and intense orgasm hit me. Every muscle on my body tensed as my cock throbbed and pulsed, shooting a massive load deep inside her. Once I had stopped, I collapsed on top of her. I rolled of, us both sweating lumps of sweat and cum, breathing heavy and feeling content.
I never made Summer cum the first time we had sex. I had sex with her later, and many time after, and pretty much always made her cum, once I knew what she liked.
We just need to get that first one out of the way.
I’ll hopefully tell you about the rest of that night – and the 3 nights that followed in, in different hotels in different cities.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/bg833i/mf_summer_madness_this_winter_p1
Wasn’t she married?