After days of teasing and tension, we finally fucked. [20f/32m] | 2016

I had ventured into Brooklyn for a random youtube meetup last Tuesday night when I ran into Matthew. He was the doorman, doing a favor for his friend. From the minute our eyes met, I could tell there was a spark. In the way that he proclaimed his admiration for my green low-cut converse and in the way that I nervously tried to enter the apartment after the compliment.

I conversed with others for an hour when to my surprise, Matt returned. Trying to awkwardly flirt, I mistook his name as “Pat”. Thinking he was Pat for quite a while before I figured out he was “Matt”. I asked Matt if he knew of an after party. He didn’t and instead asked if I wanted to grab drinks.

While we sat in a random Brooklyn dive bar, we got around to asking each other’s age. I guessed Matt’s age right at 31, while he almost choked on his drink when I claimed I was 20. It was really funny seeing his reaction. So for the record, I’m 5 ft 6 in., 115lbs, a 34B cup, skinny but with long legs and dark red hair with brown eyes. Matt is 6 ft 1 in, skinny, blonde, with the most gorgeous green eyes.

I guess the age difference didn’t matter too much in the end because Matt ended up kissing me in the subway station. And while I did sleepover Matt’s that night, nothing happened as I was trying to be a good girl.

However, we all know girls don’t stay good forever and I lasted about four days.

On that friday after playing field hockey for two hours and working up a sweat, I met Matt in Washington Square park. We walked to a New Orleans themed bar. We had some awesome traditional food and listened to some pretty sweet tunes.

When we got back from the bar, Matt started kissing me on his bed. I kept insisting on taking a shower since I was sweating so much earlier, but he shut me up with just four words: “I want you now”. How could I object to that?

Matt ran his hands up and down my whole body, periodically stopping to kiss my neck and bite my ear. Neck kisses are my absolute weakness and the way he breathed lightly on my collar bone in between them drove me wild.

I had my hand on the back of his head and tried my best to hold my composure between moans. I hurriedly took off all of his clothes and sat on top of him as he laid out on his bed. More making out ensued with some heavy grinding. So much tension had been built up since the moment we met and it was extremely satisfying to finally have that release.

I was so wet from the foreplay that his cock slid in quite easily. Not to say that it didn’t hurt a bit though. All 7.5 in of his dick was actually a lot to take at once. I alternated between letting him pound me as I buried my face in his neck and riding him. Feeling Matt’s dick in me while my clit rubbed against his skin and his balls on my ass was very euphoric.

I guess Matt wanted to regain control at one point because he told me to bend over. Getting fucked from behind is my favorite and Matt was great at it. He knew just when to go harder and faster and when to slow things down.

The best part of the entire night though was surprisingly when he got on top and we were in missionary. Since Matt’s penis is curved a bit upwards, being under him actually felt amazing. And while most guys really don’t understand how to fuck and resort to a jackhammer style, Matt was different. He had rhythm and really knew how to grind into my pussy and hit my g spot. And while I was a mess of “fuck” and “oh my god” and “yes”, Matt just breathed heavily and moaned quietly while smiling insidiously every once in a while.

He fucked me until we both couldn’t take it anymore. By the end of it all we were both drenched in so much sweat. It was totally worth it though.

Matt and I fucked once more in the morning before we had to leave his apartment.