[M]y [F]irst time fucking a fan | 2016

I was doing a lot of writing about sex at the time, and there were always a series of regular commenters, and I always try to acknowledge people who find the time for a few kind words. Writing on the internet often feels like shouting into an empty auditorium, so a little gratitude goes a long way with me. Anyhow, I had a new commenter appear, and I could see some sadness in her first comment, so I took a few minutes and wrote her back something supportive. At the time, it was really just being kind, because I like doing that.

Well, it turned out that I was one of the few kind voices in her life. We added each other on Twitter, back when I was on it, and kept talking. It was really surprising (to me) how quickly our chat got naughty. So I finally started to do some research on her, and she raven-haired, tan skinned beauty with a stunning ass. And she was doing porn for extra money. (her hardcore career was really brief. I did check before this writing, and you can still find some of her videos. No, I’m not sharing, for a lot of reasons under the umbrella of “I respect her.”)

Eventually, my travels gave me an opportunity to be in her city, so I asked if she wanted to meet, which she did. I booked a night in town, and she met me at the airport. It was kind of odd in that my flight arrived early so she just picked me up outside the terminal in her car. She was beautiful, of course, but I had ample opportunity to verify that already. We went to a restaurant near her house. We had a nice dinner, with me drinking vodka on ice and her drinking water as the driver. I asked if she wanted dessert and she passed with a coy smile. Later she told me that she had the thought that I would be her dessert. I was happy to go on.

We stood outside her car in the restaurant parking lot, talking while she had a cigarette. Dammit. I hate that taste, even though smoking itself is sexy to watch. (I don’t smoke.) I was shivering all over. Although it was a cool night the truth was I was I nervous. We had connected so well mentally, and we both knew that when she finished this cigarette we were to her place to fuck. Not to have coffee and see what happens. To fuck. As much as her ease with her sexual desire turned me on, I was still nervous.

Cigarette done, I kissed her briefly on the lips and we got in the car and went home. She led me to her bedroom, and then stepped out to chat with her roommates (and have another cigarette). She stopped by the bathroom to brush her teeth and then walked into her bedroom, where I was standing in the middle, unsure of whether or where to sit. She closed the door and walked straight to me, her feet almost on mine, took my shirt in her hands and pulled me in to kiss. She wasn’t one for a lot of French kisses but she was clear enough how she felt. I rested my hands on her waist, feeling her toned muscles under her tanned skin, her body’s strength feeling almost feral, like she was a different creature. I lifted her shirt and her arms went over her head, and away the shirt went. I popped the clasp on her bra and she tossed it away. Just like that, I suddenly had my hands on her nipples and she was moaning softly as she worked on my shirt. Once that was off she installed her jeans, sat on her bed, wearing only a velvety burgundy thong. I shed my own jeans and underwear and joined her in bed naked.

I still remember kissing her nipples, licking them. And kissing lower, until she pushed up and bent forward, taking my election in her mouth. After a few moments, I pushed her onto her back again. My next memory is then hooking my fingers into her panties and her hips arching up, raising her flat tummy into the moonlight as I pulled them off, and this gorgeous, intelligent model was suddenly naked under me. I as going to give her oral first, but she reached for her bedpost where she had a box of condoms hanging in a shopping bag and handed me one. I took the hint, stretched it on, and laid on top of her. Her legs went around me and I was inside her. As I started thrusting she arched under me, and the sight of her body contorting like that was more than my brain could handle, and in minutes the condom was full.

I wasn’t going to let my debut end like this, so I immediately slid down and began to lick at her clit while sneaking two fingers in. In seconds I found her rhythm, watching her muscles contract in the cool moonlight, and I felt her body heave as she came on my mouth. I disposed of the condom and curled up behind her. She snuggled into me, rubbing my fading member with that ass of hers. As we talked a bit, I felt my erection come back (as did she) in record time, and the conversation sort of dwindled as my hands slipped between her parting thighs and started rubbing her, and she twisted her head back to kiss me. I grabbed the condom this time, and arranged her on all fours, taking her from behind as I looked at her tattoo. With the first one out of the way, I was in this one for the long haul. She was happy to take every thrust I could dish out, and I felt her body tense up several times as we just fucked. No euphemism, no literary description. Just two animals in heat. Eventually I felt another orgasm well up, and I put that condom in the trash Wirth it’s mate. We cuddled up with her under my arm. We talked some more, and I drifted off to sleep.

Around midnight I woke again, and she was asleep. I couldn’t help touching her beautiful body and she woke up. She reached back for me, her hand grabbing my cock, stroking it and waking it up. She rolled on her back as I donned another condom, and I laid on top of her. This time, I got to see her face as she came, seeing her eyes roll back in her head. It was frightening, but sexy, that I had that effect. We both passed back out not long after I came.

Morning came, and so did she, thanks to my tongue. It was much more enjoyable to see her dark skin around my paleness in the daylight, and there were so many more little details for me to see. And over and over and over again, we fucked all morning, one condom after another going in the trash, used. We just had this chemistry where normal conversation drifted into sex.

One moment I especially remember, right before lunch. I was spooning behind her, lifting her leg, and sneaking inside her. We were both on our sides, and I moved slowly in and out of her. I told her to grab her toy, and she began vibrating on her clit as I moved in and out. I remember her warning as the orgasm began building in her body: “This is going to be a big one!” True to her word, the first wave squeezed me out of her body as her nervous system went into overload. She dropped the toy, letting it rattle noisily on the floor, her body absolutely drained, and a chorus of “oh god’s.”

After lunch, I had to get myself together for my flight out that afternoon. We began talking a bit about our date in the past tense as we dressed.

“I was worried after that first one was so fast.” She said. “But wow.”

“Yeah, I’m not sure what happened, either.” We looked and started counting condoms still in the box.

Three. Out of fifteen.

Jesus Christ what did we DO?! My phone buzzed. I looked at the message from delta: my flight was delayed an hour. I looked at her.

“One more for goodbye?” I asked.

“That’s what I was thinking,” she said.

We each stripped off our own clothes and got back in bed. Somehow I had another erection ready with almost Pavlovian response. One more condom went on, and once more I took her front above, now knowing exactly how to give it to her. And we shared one last orgasm with each other before we dressed again and she walked me to the train.

We are still friends today, and still sexual, though we see each other pretty rarely. But there was never another rampage like that first time.