Black French girl meets Australian guy

My story is the story of a 22 year old woman going on a date, feeling her date, and having sex with her date. I didn’t get banged by my uni teacher, I didn’t welcome my neighbor without panties, and I surely didn’t start a scandalous affair with my best friend’s dad. Nevertheless, even if my story is more on the vanilla side, I think it’s still worth a read, because I’m sure it might make your face blush, stomach tingly, and your body aroused.

I have been celibate for 1,5 years. Reasons include an overall disinterest for sex and casual hookups, a loss of sex drive, me feeling more insecure, and wanting to save myself for a future relationship.

Recently, I’ve had a failed dating experience that made me feel pretty shitty. I was wondering if something was wrong with me, something that I wasn’t aware of. I’m in a self improvement journey. I got braces, a new signature hairstyle, I’ve been going to the gym and my body has been looking the hottest it’s ever been : toned, defined, with slight abs, muscular legs and a round perky ass. I’ve been trying to cultivate my intellect more, reading books, listening to podcasts, and gaining confidence in my personality. I thought I was a pretty cool woman. But that dating experience made me feel like I wasn’t enough, and destabilized this assumption, reinforcing to me that perhaps, I was not ready to date yet.

And I followed the path of celibacy, until my own body got the best out of me. The weather started getting nicer outside, I was starting to feel myself a bit more, I was hearing all these nice sex stories from my friends, I was feeling touch deprived, and before I realized it, my body retrieved a feeling that I thought I’d never experience again: horniness. I’ll admit: I craved being touched, caressed, penetrated. I fulfilled myself with frequent masturbation, but it wasn’t enough. I caught myself thinking about sex more often, more and more, I was sensitive. I wanted it, I needed it.

Maybe there’s a God out there who listens to me, because he sent for me everything I needed at that time. I didn’t want a boyfriend, I’m clearly not ready for one yet. Too insecure. I didn’t want a fwb either, my interest wasn’t that strong. I wanted someone to fuck me, to fulfill all the desires that had boiled inside me, someone to put out the fire that was burning inside me, and that I would never see again.

On a Saturday evening, I received a Hinge notification.

“You matched with Hunter”

Hunter is impressed by my multilingualism. His first message was:

“Talk me through it in all these languages please.”

We were on the same wavelength. And boy did I made his desire come true.

After some chatting, we met the next day in a nice restaurant. I wore a dark blue sundress that hugged my curves well. I arrived before him, so I geek on my phone before feeling a tall presence towering me.

“Hey u/bubbleandy, how are you?”

Gosh I didn’t expect him to be that tall and masculine. It’s been so long since I’ve been with a guy like that.

Hunter looked like your typical aussie dude: he had a brown mullet, a brown thick mustache, equally furnished eyebrow, blue eyes, and a fit an athletic body. He was about 6’4, and looked pretty handsome. I don’t know, I liked that look, it’s different from what we get in France.

We get to know each other while sipping some Pinot Noir, and Hunter is fascinated by everything that I say I am, I know, or I did. He finds me intelligent, articulate, interesting, he compliments my hair, my smile, and i’m falling hard. I didn’t expect him to be this sweet. My last dating experience made me feel so insecure, so unsure of myself, like I wasn’t enough… I was pleasantly surprised that Hunter was in admiration of everything I shared about myself. It reinforced the idea that maybe, I wasn’t a problem, that yes, I’m maybe I’m a cool woman, you know?. The more we talk, the more I get tipsy, the more the chemistry flies, the more i’m certain that he’s gonna be the one who will take my second virginity. It’s funny because the flirting was so mild, it was mainly laughs and giggles and eye contacts, yet we knew. We didn’t have to communicate it, to explicit it. So naturally when it got late and it was time to check out, we both looked at his phone to order the quickest uber.

We arrived at his airbnb. I remember that the moon was red, an electric fan was blowing some light wind across the room. We both sat on his bed and I suddenly got shy. I haven’t done this in so long, I’m a bit intimidated. I let him know that and he understands right away. He comes close to me, holds my face, and gently kisses me. I kiss him back, and the kissing turns into making out. Instantly, I knew what to do. Maybe sex is like a bicycle, you never truly forget how to ride it lol.

Then it got more passionate, I get on top of him, our breath quickens, he lightly fondles my butt and my breasts, he takes my left breast out of my dress to put it in his mouth. I then remove it, so that he can fulling cup my small tits, lick my brown nipples, and suck on them. Watching him felt unreal. I felt so sexy.

He flips me over with disconcerting ease, then places kisses on my neck before licking it, earning a few moans from me in the process. Thereby, he makes his way till my lower belly, and removes my panties in one go. I felt his breath on my clit before he placed his tongue there, and it sent shivers down my spine. He held my thighs firmly while he licked my pussy, and then I felt him insert two fingers inside me. The combination of his tongue on my clit and his fingers inside me quickly felt like a river was running down there. I heard the in and out thrusting of his fingers making wet sounds as the room filled with my gasps.

When I least expect it, he pulls his fingers out, stands up straight, spreads my legs, and slides his member inside me, and I feel a sudden stretch. I gasp, and I feel him breathing heavily on my neck, and his dick pumping in and out of me. I look at him, completely surrendered.

Fuck, you feel so good.

All of a sudden he lifts both of my legs to put them on his shoulders, and he pounds me while looking at me straight in the eyes. you could hear the wet sounds of his balls slapping against my aroused pussy across the room, and my stuffed moans. I try not to be loud, but I’m loving it. I love it even more when he tells me to get on top of him.

I empale myself on him and start grinding against him, spreading my juices on his pubis. I hear his moans get louder, so I tease him with some “you like that?” to which he responds,

Yes, you’re so fucking sexy.

Hearing it with the melody of pleasure in his voice turns me the fuck on, and so I start riding him more intensely. My head is tilted back, my hands firmly hold his thighs, my pelvis thrusts violently in rhythm, and he’s groping my tits while i’m spreading my wetness all over him. We’re both under each other’s spell. Soon enough, he says in a groaning tone:

you’re gonna make me cum!

Which encourages me to go faster. I wanna milk every ounce of cum from him. We both moan in unison, and I can feel his body tensing before I collapse next him.

Did you cum while I was on top ?

Yeah. He shows me the condom still wrapped around his member, full of cum. I’m smiling.

that was great. you’re so sexy.

Thank youuu.

I give him a kiss.

I clean myself in the bathroom and come back to lay on my belly. I told him he could caress my body and my play with my ass if he wanted, so we’re having a chat while his big hand repetitively slides down my body and end up spanking me, which starts turning me on more and more.

Fuck this is turning me on again.

Me too…

Round two ?

I’d love that .

Then let me get you up again…

I run my mouth on his body before putting his semi-hard member inside it.

Little did I know we would spend the entire night fucking.

Let me know if you would like a part 2 🙂