[FM] My Weekend With Marie – Part 1 of 2

The last few years have sucked, right? One of the few unambiguously good things I’ll carry forward is the memory of the meetup I had with my beautiful, funny, and smart-as-hell girl from reddit. This is that (true) story.

I met Marie via one of the gonewild subreddits when I mailed her to let her know how much she messed with me. To my shock, she sent back a voice message. If anything, her voice made me even harder than her incredible body, and we were soon kiking and voice messaging, and etc, etc, etc.

We didn’t just like fucking around and making each other cum, we liked each other. It came out in our conversations that I’m about ten years older than her, with me in my 30s and she just out of college. She liked my age and experience and sense of humor. I liked her because she was not only smart, funny, and beautiful, she was as horny as I was. If not more so.

We played control games on the phone, and she’d send me videos of her slim little fingers sliding between her lips. She would send me pictures of her tight little ass from the bathroom at work, and at least once a week I’d have to sit through a meeting with a visible erection.

As the winter closed out we resolved to meet, which found me winging my way across the country just as summer began. We live several timezones away from each other, and so resolved to meet halfway across the country in a nice big city with lots of stuff to do.

I flew, she drove, and the start of the weekend found me stepping through sliding glass doors into a high-brow if smallish lobby. One of those boutique hotels, I was dressed casually enough to get a bit of a sneer from the guy behind the desk. This guy would end up leering at us all weekend whenever we walked through the lobby. There’s pervy, and then there’s pervy, amirite?

I headed up to the room and settled in. Comfortable bed, decent flatscreen, and a window overlooking a courtyard full of greenery. The only other furniture in the room was a high-backed chair with an ottoman. As part of the boutique hotel design it was almost totally straight-backed, with a padded seat.

Room service was ordered, beer was had, and I awaited for my beautiful companion to arrive.

I’ll be honest, I was nervous. I’m a pretty confident guy, generally. But who knew if she’d even show up? Or maybe she was secretly a murderess playing a long game? Or one of those tapeworms wearing a human suit you read about on nosleep?

My mind went to a lot of different places, when I got a text.

“This lobby is nice.”

And another one.

“I’m coming to you.”

I quickly sent back: “You’re here?”

And she said “Mhmm. Room 520?”

I opened the door … and there she was.

Reader, if you ever have a chance to have a long distance affair with a beautiful person who you grow to care about, do it. Because it’s totally worth it for *this* moment.

Because she wasn’t just a picture on my phone, or a voice in my ear, she was *there*. And walking towards me. And smiling.

Marie is just a hair under six foot, lean and tight. She takes incredible care of herself, and her slim legs rippled with muscle as she moved. Her beautiful brunette hair came down to past her shoulders, and her brown eyes crinkled as she grinned.

Mildly awkward hellos were exchanged, and she came inside the room. She was beautiful and adorable and sexy, all in one, just as I’d grown to know my Marie. She set down her suitcase, and … I still don’t know why … all of my nervousness just went away.

We knew each other. We’d talked for months, we’d shared incredibly intimate thoughts and pictures and …

So I stepped into her, midsentence, and I kissed her. She’s a little taller than me, which was a new experience, and I loved having to tilt my head up a bit as our lips met. She sighed happily as we worked our lips together, a chaste kiss. It had been a long several months, and quite a bit of travel, to get to this point.

We stepped back, and looked at each other, and then went in again for another kiss. This one was … hungrier. Our tongues slid against each other, tasting, and I pressed her up against the wall. We both wanted … well. What we’d come here for.

But both of us started talking, and the fact that neither of us had done anything like this before prompted us to take it easy that first night. We had a bit to eat, watched some Archer, and snuggled up to get some sleep.

The next morning saw light streaming through the thick curtains of our room. I wake up hard and wanting to fuck every morning, and this was no different. The vision in the bed with me can best be described as “why men fight” … I still sigh happily thinking about waking up next to her.

She was dressed in cute little boyshorts, with a simple t-shirt. She lay on her side, the curve of her hips making art through the sheet. I slid against her back, drinking in her scent and kissing along her shoulders and up her neck. She made little happy noises as I wrapped her into an embrace.

She rolled over to look up at me as I began to play with her pert little breasts through her shirt. I knew from our time together that she has “young breasts”, large areolas with short nipples that get hard at a moment’s notice.

She’d shown me, in videos, how sensitive her tits were, so I knew just how much I’d be getting her going by working her chest. Her happy noises scaled up to mews of pleasure as I slipped up her shirt, and moved in to kiss and lick at her breasts.

In close, pressed up against her chest, I just couldn’t get enough of her smell – clean, flowery, and sweet. I began to nibble at one of her tits as I used gentle teasing with my hand to stimulate the other. My girl cums so quickly, I couldn’t help myself. It wasn’t long before her voice went up, and up, and she was shivering and bucking beneath me as I helped myself to my first orgasm with Marie in person.

Fuck it made me hard. I looked up at her face for permission as I tugged at her shorts (she’d had some nervousness about being eaten out), and she nodded after a little hesitation.

She was nice and smooth, all trimmed up for me, and her pussy is defined by the two most adorable little lips – tight and trim, just like the rest of her. I kissed my way along her thigh, delighting in her shivers, and gently began to kiss at her slit. I wanted to be gentle and kind for my girl, because I didn’t want her to be uncomfortable.

My tongue found its way inside her, and I moaned loudly for her as I tasted her for the first time. I’d seen her taste her wetness so many times, and I was so jealous. Getting to actually drink her down was a rush, and I started to urgently lap at her sweetness. I have to be honest, I kinda lost track of time here a bit. I don’t think I ate her for that long, because my cock was so hard at this point it hurt.

But it was just so wonderful, spreading her legs and making a meal of this sweet young beautiful woman. Taking her pussy with my mouth, making her moan and gasp at small movements of my tongue.

Eventually, indeed, I couldn’t take it anymore. I slid off the bed, dropped my boxers, and crawled atop her. I kissed her, hard, and enjoyed how her tongue played with the taste of her in my mouth.

I wish I could tell you I teased her with my dick and then fucked her for an hour, but this is a real story, and neither of us are porn stars.

That said, I felt like a million bucks as I slowly, slowly, slid inside her. She does kegels, and her cunt was so incredibly tight. I began to pump in and out of her, and the sweet sounds I’d heard on my phone and in my earbuds so many times filled my ears as she gripped me tightly.

Fucking a girl I’d been wanting to be inside of for months and months was a revelatory experience. I threw back my head and just savored every sensation her tight pussy gave me. I pulled her legs up over my shoulders as I fucked her faster, and deeper, and found out I’m apparently pretty loud when I’m getting months of anticipation out of my system.

It may also have had something to do with a week of nofap, which we’d both done in advance of our meeting. “Where do you want me?” I asked her. I could feel the week’s worth of cum building, my cock pulsing.

She looked me in the eyes, and said “Cover me.”

I think I said something really witty like, “Hnng!”, pulled out of her , and came so hard my whole world turned white. I got several good ropes all up her belly, and it was so satisfying to look down and see how much cum she’d milked from me.

She reached down, dipping her fingers into her cunt and my cum, and brought them to her lips to taste. She coo’d happily as she licked her fingers clean, and I crawled up the bed to lay beside her.

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This is part one of two; I’ll follow up soon with the intense session we had later that day … one of the greatest sexual experiences of my life.

Thanks for reading!

Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/cfu0do/fm_my_weekend_with_marie_part_1_of_2