East Coast, 30 years old, 170 cm/slim small chest, single, no children, Mary Smith
East Coast, 34 years old, 183 cm/average build in photos, married, no children, unemployed (job offer accepted), bearded, bald, tough-looking
Met on a dating site. He is currently separated, so possibly on the verge of divorce? Emails are fun, and we'll see what happens when we meet. It's mating season, so maybe we'll get intimate right away?
We arranged to meet at a central train station. We recognized each other immediately.
He doesn't look tough at all.
He looks a bit like a younger, slightly chubbier version of John Doe. Let's call him John.
We had agreed to go for a drink, so we went to a bar John knew. The elevator was crowded, but we got in without any issues. We were seated at the counter.
First, we confirmed the profiles we knew about each other and added some details while chatting.
It turned out he was divorced once. He and his current wife are separated, meaning they both stay out as much as they want.
The conversation was enjoyable, and we had similar tastes in food, so I decided to increase physical contact during the conversation.
"I have big hands," he said, comparing hand sizes and then holding my hand.
This is one of my usual tricks, but it's fine.
Do all people with big hands use this trick?
John seems to like taking baths together and cuddling more than the act itself.
After we had eaten and drunk enough, he asked, "What do you want to do next? I'd like to go somewhere we can relax, but if you don't want to, that's fine too."
I pretended to think about it, and when he said, "You really don't have to force yourself," I decided, "I don't mind. Okay, let's go."
We headed to a love hotel, checking our schedules for the next day. Since neither of us had plans, staying overnight was fine.
We bought some drinks and checked into a new-looking love hotel. We opted for an extended stay to avoid any rush.
We cuddled on the bed. Both of us said, "It's been a while, so I might have forgotten how to do it,"
John said, "Sorry if I can't get it up." Well, that would be a problem.
As we kissed deeply, he said, "You kiss so sensually." Really?
The bath was ready, so I went in alone first. He said he'd join me later, so I quickly washed myself and soaked in the tub until he came in.
Hmm, his sides are a bit flabby, but he's 34, so otherwise, he has a good body. John washed himself and got into the tub.
He kissed my neck and ears while playing with my nipples. His hand moved down,
"Wow, you're really slippery even in the water," he said.
The bath was hot, and I felt dizzy, so we moved to the bed.
We started kissing again.
His lips are thick, which feels good. I like this kind of kiss.
He seemed to like my small chest, touching and licking it constantly, but sorry, I don't feel much there.
"I love licking," he said, starting to perform oral sex.
It felt good. He rolled his tongue and stimulated the entrance with his fingers, pinching it occasionally.
I couldn't stop moaning, and my hips lifted involuntarily, so we switched roles. His penis was small but well-shaped.
It was easy to perform oral sex on him, and I found a sensitive spot! When I focused on it, he said, "I'm going to come."
He said he had never ejaculated in someone's mouth, so I told him it was okay, but he stopped, saying, "I might not recover if I do."
We couldn't hold back anymore and had sex in the missionary position.
"Ouch," I said. His penis was small, and I was very wet, so why did it hurt? Am I a virgin? He moved slowly until I got used to it, then we switched to the cowgirl position.
At first, I moved up and down, then changed to back-and-forth movements. When things heated up, he held my hips.
"If you move like that, I'll come," he said, making me move less.
I was annoyed, but his smile was cute, so I forgave him.
We switched to doggy style, then back to missionary, but John held back too much and ended up with erectile dysfunction. We fell asleep like that.
The next morning, I kissed the waking John, and his penis got hard.
As I gave him a handjob, he said he wanted to wash each other in the bath, so we went to the bathroom.
After washing each other, I gave him a light blowjob and we moved to the bed.
"Mary, you respond well," he said, as his fingers moved down.
Just a light touch on my clitoris made me wet, and he fingered me noisily, then we had sex in the missionary position.
He spread my legs and touched my clitoris while thrusting, which felt amazing.
When we tried to change positions, his penis was bleeding! I was shocked, and John got erectile dysfunction again. Why was there blood? Am I a virgin?
Fortunately, it wasn't enough to stain the sheets, and the bleeding stopped quickly, so we took another shower, cuddled, and checked out. We had breakfast and parted ways.
Until I get a boyfriend, John will be my friend with benefits. He said he wouldn't interfere with my happiness.
