When I met Michael we were both 28. But that may have been pretty much the only thing we had in common.
Emotionally, we were in pretty different places as I hadn’t been with anyone for a couple of years and he had called off an engagement a few months prior to that. Intellectually, we were on different levels too. I was more educated than he was and had a more demanding career. He wasn’t interested in most concepts or news I found cool and he thought I worked too much wasting my life. Maybe worst of all was that wit was lost on him and I had to either explain my jokes to him or just dumb it down. He preferred unsophisticated dirty jokes and politically incorrect jokes, graphic memes and videos of people getting hurt or politicians getting into fights on tv.
He was incredibly hot – hands down the hottest man I’ve been with. My body is pretty curvy (Im like 160 cm, around 60 kg and I’m mostly tits, hips, and ass) and has been in transition for some time now given my recent-ish consistency at the gym (I’ve been toning). Meanwhile, he had been identified as an athlete kid at school and had been running almost all his life, on a strict food and even water (!) diet, sleep schedule, and crazy gym routine to complement his daily runs. He no longer is a pro athlete as in he doesn’t compete anymore (he used to do short distance races and has participated in international competitions) but he still runs everyday once or twice for fitness and fun and for his dog.
I’m saying all of this because: (1) it was kind of a mismatch from the beginning so naturally it wasn’t gonna last and (2) for the first time in my life I found myself attracted to someone who was so wildly not my type and I started to realize some qualities in him that changed what I look for in a man: what I admired about his athleticism was his determination and discipline. What I liked about his dumb humor was his levity and appreciation for simple pleasures. What I liked about his emotional past was his decisiveness and ability to walk away from something that wasn’t working.
We’re far from together today (we don’t talk anymore) but I want to tell you about the first time we met.
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I had just finished an evening gym session and was on a high. I had broken two personal bests in one session and I was feeling pretty badass. If it matters, the records were in barbell OHPs and barbell hip thrusts. I headed to a bar where I was going to meet my friends (a couple that doesn’t go out much but was making an exception because I didn’t feel like visiting them at their boring home). I sat at the bar as I waited for them and they were taking a long time to get there. I ordered a drink and a snack as I waited. Somehow in an extremely natural and smooth way, Michael’s friend, a handsome bearded man in flannel and early 30s who had been sitting next to me at the bar involved me into their conversation by saying “let’s ask her what she thinks” and turning to me and saying “we need you to settle this for us.” To be honest I don’t even remember what their conversation was but I gladly welcomed their engagement and hopped right into the conversation, playing along.
So my couple friend unsurprisingly bailed a few minutes later. But I couldn’t have cared less, frankly. Instantly, like as soon as Michael and I set eyes on each other, there was chemistry. He has a beautiful face (like the hot bod wasn’t enough) with a bit of a stubble, a flat nose and dreamy eyes. His hair was kind of long and wavy and all over the place around his face, falling into his eyes every now and then. He had the power to make most girls swoon. I would discover that later on when we would be going out, as random women would come up to talk to us and put their hands on his arm playfully. I didn’t mind it, I also participated in these flirty conversations and he always let them know he was with me as in response he put his hand on my thigh or around my hip and continues to talk to these women. Anyway, what killed me was his smile. It’s a smile that says at once: I’m a silly boy and I know it AND I’m a hot man and I know it. Like a sheepish Adonis. Jesus.
I was really feeling myself that night and was thoroughly enjoying the conversation with the two cute men. His friend was clearly the sidekick wingman but he was also quite funny and witty and was getting every one of my jokes (not bad himself I must say), but I couldn’t keep my eyes off Michael. Then his friend went out for a smoke. Michael leaned in and asked me to tell him about myself and I remember going on about my gym records proudly and he listened intently, encouragingly, and proudly said “way to go kid” and at that point never mentioned once that he was an athlete. It was like balancing a (soccer) football on your head and boasting to Pele or investing $5 and bragging to Warren Buffet. It’s just these kinds of moments that remind me what kind of person he was.
As we talked, I found myself more and more attracted to him. From the onset it was clear that we had little in common. But also that he was as interested in me as I was in him. “Let’s go dance,” he said. And we got out of the bar.
We made our way to a club that was playing something like a funk-EDM mix that night. There were so many people around us and it was dark and we were drinking. At first we were just dancing apart leaning in to say things into each other’s ear over the music. Pretending the music is louder than it was and closing in any physical gap, happy to have a plausible excuse to do so. We danced close, the music was phenomenal and we moved in sync. He told me he loves music. I told him I loved that club. He complimented my dancing and my body. I told him he looks dreamy in the lights. He swayed to a rhythm which he reconfigured my obliging body to. As the night progressed we danced even closer. We got handsy. We refreshed our drinks. I danced facing him and at times with my back to him, watching the club lights with a smile on my face. He would look on too in the same direction, laying his chin on my head and putting his arm around my whole upper body, his rockhard bicep pushing against my right boob. I turned around and before I knew it he had taken me closer into him and we started to kiss intensely. His tongue was like butter in my mouth – it slid around so effortlessly I swear I could have mistook it for my own. Towards the end of the night, the music had changed multiple times and we switched up our rhythm with it every time. We were starting to get hot and bothered with the latest tempo like we had to have each other now and he leaned in and said “do you wanna get out of here?” And I nodded. He acted like he was so happy to hear my answer: he hugged me and lifted me up, giving me a quick spin. When he put me down he took my hand and led the way out.
We ended up going over to his friend’s place (same friend from the bar). Since moving out from the place he shared with his ex-fiancée, he had moved back temporarily with his parents until he decided what he was gonna do (he was considering changing geographies) / until he found a new apartment. Anyway, by that point his friend had gotten back to his place with a girl he met on Bumble. They were rolling a joint when we walked in and we sat with them and had a drink and smoked a bit. Then Michael and I went inside to an empty room. It was bluish-dark thanks to some moonlight coming in through the curtained open windows. A nice breeze was coming in and it was really just a perfect moment of us looking into each other’s eyes before I sat on his lap and put my arms around his neck. We kissed, slow at first and then our tongues pushed and swirled against each other in such a natural flow. After a six hour build up, we could finally be together alone. Our hands moved quicker, covering whatever real estate they could cover: first over our clothes and then we were desperately tugging away at each other’s garments with drunken inefficiency. He had raised my top with one hand but I had a tank top under it so he had used his other hand to pull the tank top down. But he kept his hand there, so then he used his other hand to pull at my bra, and unsupported my top draped over his work and I could tell he was getting impatient. I laughed and stood up, taking both tops over my head. He gave me a look of horny gratitude and grabbed me towards him urgently, kissing my shoulders, my boobs, and my stomach in a craze. I was so turned on as I sat on his lap again and kissed his face, moving to his ear, chin and neck and letting my tongue mark its way, breathing hotly into his skin as he lowered his mouth to take in my boob (not an easy feat to take it all in; I’m a 32DD), grabbing it whole in his hand and stuffing it in his face and then mouth and tracing circles with his tongue around my nipple. My nipple instantly hardened, like a home dog’s ear does upon realizing its human friend is approaching the front door. I put my hands intently on his face and then moved one hand to his neck and one to his hair, caressing and pulling and massaging and eventually scratching my fingers down his muscular back, shoulders, and arms. I tugged at his shirt, slipped it above his head and threw it behind me. He unhooked my bra and let slide it down to the floor. He took a moment to appreciate my tits as he looked at them and pushed them together, squeezed them individually and buried his face in them – always a favorite moment for me. Then my tits pushed into his chest as he carried me and he scooted back to the middle of the bed and laid down. We kicked off our shoes and for a little while ground into each other, dry humping aggressively with his hands squeezing my ass and and my tongue sloppily outlining his pecks and packs. Then he rolled me over and started to undo my jeans button. I tried to undo his too but he was already sliding down my jeans and green lace thong and it was hard to reach him. He pulled down his own jeans and boxers in one swift move. Then he spread my legs apart and kneeled down over me, his beautiful hard dick and majestic athletic body leaving me breathless.
He bent my left leg and got closer to me, preparing to pull me in as I quickly whispered “condom,” stopping him dead in his tracks. He shook his head and I said “I’m fertile AF this week.” I could see the disappointment in his face as he closed his eyes in horny agony and held his head up. Once he recovered, he pulled up both of my legs and placed each on a shoulder. And he went down on me. It’s hard to tell you how mixed my emotions were at the point. But pretty soon I wasn’t even aware of anything except his tongue lapping away noisily – and as he did I think he moaned more than me, which turned me on like crazy. My eyes were wide shut and you know how you see random lines and stars when you close your eyes, especially on a sunny day? I saw the universe.
I pulled him up and we kissed heavily. I tasted my juice and sweat blended with his sweat – strong and raw in an animalistic kiss. I shifted on top of him and rode his thigh as I bent to meet him half way to continue making out. As I was grinding my naked wet pussy on his thigh I took a break from kissing him and mustered whatever spit I could and bent down to let it dribble down his still hard cock. Still riding his thigh I started to stroke his dick with my hand and he fell back onto the bed placing his hands across his forehead and temples with his eyes slammed shut and his mouth open, his breath fast increasing with my tempo. I slid my pussy down his thigh leaving a wet trail on his leg and better positioned myself for a blowjob, but he just told me “I’m gonna explode” so I focused on maintaining the same pace and pressure as I stroked him and sat beside him on the bed. His groans grew deep and he pulled my hair so far back I looked like an Instagram yoga influencer posing. He came on my belly and my boobs and looked so serene. He gave me a big kiss on my lips, then one on my nose, then one on my forehead. We cleaned up quick and soon after slept in each other’s arms, spent after the long night we’d had. I woke up many times that night while he slept uninterruptedly. I would wake up, take in his scent mixed with the smell of sex until my lungs filled up, synchronizing my breath to the light window curtain floating into the silent room and back.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/cufsn5/mf_we_broke_up_but_the_night_we_met_was_hot_af