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Last Thanksgiving my roommate [who was also my relative] had her boyfriend over for the weekend. We lived in close quarters and I really didn’t feel like listening to her fuck, so I got a hotel room for myself. I think a part of me was annoyed because I hadn’t gotten laid since about a year before that. I ended up going on a dating site to discover someone who’d meet me there. **I’m well aware that this is an extremely dangerous thing to do. My personal experience working out well by no means suggests that anyone else need to do the same.**

Anyway, to follow this subforum’s guidelines, I’ll mention that I was 30 at the time. I talked to a few different men on that site until I landed on one who seemed really cool. He was about my age, *super* built, very considerate and soft-spoken on the phone. I’ve pretty much all the time been the sort of person who warms up to others extremely fast but I had never taken it to that level with a stranger before. So of course I was nervous about how things would actually go in the moment. Needless to say, we met up at the hotel that following Saturday. I’d had a drink before he got there just to ensure that I was in the best mood to be so close to someone I didn’t know. It definitely worked because shortly after he came in, I was laid out on the bed whilst talking to him, fully ready for him to get closer.

I think it took him a while to become as relaxed as I was and honestly, his slower pace was working to create up my own tension. I didn’t realize how turned on I had gotten from anticipation until he finally sat down and rested his hand atop my leg. He’d told me early on about some of his kinks, so per his request I had worn a pair of patterned tights over a black thong, both of which I’d bought for that night. He’d continued making casual conversation with me while slowly massaging his way up my leg and into my inner thigh. Maybe it was the heat from his body through the fabric combined with how warm the alcohol had made me that had felt so good; I just remember how wet just that was getting me. Most of the sex I’d had in the past was very instant and rough because I don’t have much impulse control. But he’d told me the first time we talked that he really liked taking his time. He loved the art of being subtly sensual, especially with massages.

I had wondered once he was inching into my thighs that he was finally gonna touch me, but he didn’t and that had driven me insane. I don’t think I’d ever exercised more patience in my life than I had with him. He’d pulled back to touch me around every other erogenous zone I had. Most of that is too much of a blur now for me to be able to detail here. I just know that when he finally peeled my thong off, I was absolutely fucking soaked. He’d drawn out most of my energy mentally while his seemed to have been building physically. Thus, once he had me on my back with him standing between my legs about to dive in, all I could do was whatever he wanted. I’d never been with someone so muscular which was obvious as my hands couldn’t stop carressing his arms and abs from that angle. The only thing that took me out of it was him slowly inserting all of himself in me in one go. He had to have been 7 or 8 inches plus thick enough to still feel some resistance even with me being so wet. I arched slightly to watch his thickness gliding in and out of my visibly glistening entrance.

I must have been into the fact that someone so quiet & polite was now fucking me so hard since I had him wrap his hands around my neck simultaneously. I let him take the lead with putting me in whichever position he wanted. The best was probably doggy because he surprised me when he started smacking my ass around almost instinctively. The biggest surprise was him asking me as soon as he was getting close to cumming where he could do it. It sort of confused me because he was wearing a glove. But he confessed right then that he had a thing for releasing onto his women. I told him that was fine. He took off the glove and I laid there listening to his throated moans while he jacked it onto my stomach.

We spent the rest of the night laying there cuddling until we were ready to sleep. He stayed the rest of the weekend during which we fucked again a few more times. I’m not sure if it’ll ever happen again as we don’t live that close to eachother, plus we’ve both moved on with our lives since then. For now it’s just a story I think of sometimes & felt like sharing.

NSFW: yes

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