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I am very innocent despite being at the age of 25. I only had one sexual experience and it was not great. And even more? I never understood the significance of one night stands. Once you land yourself in the market again, online dating is very difficult to swipe through. Either none of these conversations ever lead anywhere, or you realize that an attractive description had you fooled indeed. It was not until one late night when I matched with a man in his fifties. He was looking to travel across the world, and meet new friends from there. He said he was interested in visiting my country again as he’d been there before with work.

He is attractive for his age. Appeared to be taking good care of himself. Our conversations

were friendly. I could tell he was truly interested in learning more about my culture, and he was excited to come there. I only found out when he was there a week in and asked me if I happened to know a great winery in town. I knew a place or two. Great? Well, I am not an expert. But I didn’t mind showing him around.

I was off work, and was not occupied that summer night. I got dressed up in a sleeveless black dress and went out to see him. He stole my breath with his gentleman-like gestures. I could tell beside his company attire he was a caring man and he hung onto every detail of my life I shared with him that night about myself. He scoffed when I told him that I ended my last relationship due to my boyfriend not seeing the future with me. And assured me that anyone would be lucky to end up with me. I will discover my Mr. Perfect. I smiled.

We wrapped up the night after sharing two bottles of wine and he kissed me on the cheek. It was already late, and he said he didn’t want me to head home alone. What if something were to happen to me? I laughed at his worrisome question, and responded with a whisper that he’s more than welcome to make sure I come back safely. Maybe, I was feeling brave that night when I extended him an invitation, or he enchanted the drinks with his charms, but we couldn’t stay away from each other in a taxi car. And I didn’t mind it. He knew what’s gonna happen that night. And I let him drown into the fantasy that was my body.

His hands subtly touched my thighs, pushing the dress upward, while his warm breath hitched against my neck. I caressed his arm, loving the way his hair stood. The back of the stranger’s car rang with our laugh. When we arrived at my place I told him that I would be a lot safer if he spent a night with me. It is not like there was anyone waiting for him in a hotel room.

When we went through the door his hands didn’t wait to explore my body furthermore. He placed his hands around my waist from behind and kissed me. He remarked how surprised he was to understand what was hiding underneath my demure. He would have never been able to tell. I appeared so studious, workaholic, even a bit naive and shy… Not that he was complaining. I laughed and teased him that this is how the women in my country bid farewells to their dates. In fact, his hands traced up my perky breasts and covered them fully with his large hands.

The pile of clothing soon grew on the floor. He leaned over and sucked on one of my breasts when he was unzipping his pants. I could tell he loved them despite their size of B cup. His tongue latched onto them every time they bounced in front of him. My hand sneaked over his hair before kneeling down in front of him. We still had yet to reach my bedroom, but the night was long. His moans were a delightful sound. My hand reached for the base of his cock before lapping him up with kisses. My thighs rubbed together as I rocked back and forth on my knees, working my head up and down on him. It was the first blowjob I gave in a while, and it was not my best. He did not fit in my mouth. But I was bewitched under the pulsating weight of his cock against my wet muscle. My saliva spluttered from the corners of my lips, down my chin, decorating even my tiny cleavage…

He bent me over the couch next and pushed his head between my ass cheeks. He couldn’t keep his hands off me. I was not sure who moaned louder. Him or me. I could tell he loved how tightly his nose was squeezed when his tongue thrust in and out of me. His entire face disappeared between my legs, and won’t quit until his tongue collected my first cum of the night. He spoke in French, but I was not sure what he said. It sent my face down onto the couch and I was not listening anymore, just enjoying the moment and feeling appreciative of how my hard nipples rubbed against the chilling leather surface.

I could tell he was willing to fuck me when he flipped me over and spread my legs wide aside. I moaned out loud when he pushed inside of me. I was not that sort of a girl. I wondered to myself when he began pounding away at my chubby frame. I would have never slept with someone I just met. Yet the way his eyes swallowed my curves, the way his hands reached for my body, I have never imagined that such an insatiable hunger could exist. He fucked me like I was the first woman he had seen in a long while. I could tell he needed that relief and he was getting off me. And that sex could be this fun? I never imagined it even in my wettest dreams.

I was screaming from the pleasure by the time I lay on my side with him behind me. His lips mesmerized by my bare neck while he groped my tits from behind. They kept jolting out of his strong hands by how hard he was ramming into me. By the way my thighs quivered with my leg pushed up he could tell that it’s been so long for me. “Oh God,” I remember crying out when he kissed my ear. His hand suddenly came around my neck and clutched it. His voice carried a depth of emotion in it when he delivered his word between the grunts, “I’m going to make you into a sex addict by the end of this week, I promise…” And I knew it was true at that moment.

I rode him next. He appreciated my milky white tits in front of his willing eyes. His hands clasped me tight while he drove his cock up into me. Each touch he bestowed upon me left me aching for more. He could tell that him speaking dirty French was driving me crazy, and I couldn’t keep my eyes for a second. I have no idea what my neighbors wondered that night of me. Were we keeping them awake? I hoped so. He rested his hands behind his head while he watched me work him. Up and down. Just how he liked me.

And to finish off he fucked me from behind. Leaving the dessert for the last as he later explained. He wanted to have a great look of that ass rippling against his waist before he came. He was hypnotized and the rhythm was perfect between us. My nails sank deep into the couch beneath us, and the leather was dripping with my juices. My pussy pulsated around him with a need. I needed him to cum. I wanted to see his face twisting from the pleasure. It went on for a short five minutes before he pulled out. His moans quivered off the walls while thick strands of cum shot across my back.

I did not expect this side of mine to ever show up. Especially with a man who was almost thirty years older than me. But I couldn’t bear the distance between us. I wondered how shameful and wrong it would be if someone found out. I at all times sought a long-term relationship, and have never given myself away on a first date. Wrong. How little did I know about myself back then. I kept coming back to him for the rest of the week. It was the very first of our experiences. I even went to France for him, and it was one of the best weeks of my life.

He did keep his promise.

It was far from the first dating app experiences I’ve had.

NSFW: yes

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