My first time getting fingered in public | 2016

The land of the free

“Normal is an illusion. What is normal for the spider... is chaos for the fly.”

Well, when it comes to my sex life, I’m the spider. I like chaos; I like the feeling of unexpectedness and I get excited at the thought of sexual mayhem. In my highly organised life, sex is the only disorder I indulge myself in – the destabilising factor I crave for almost every day. And think about it, do you really want the highly overrated normality? It gets really boring after a while – trust me.

From the “dark ages” (by that term I mean the 1 and a half years I spent without any sex at all) I’ve learnt that I can go unbelievably long without sex and although I’d miss it, I wouldn’t really feel like I need it. But since I’ve started letting go of my inhibitions and simply going with what feels good, I want it every day and at least 6 times at night. I’m not addicted, but I do fucking love it.

Introducing the American dream: Californian guy

Boy, oh boy! Now that’s what I’m talking about! He has the most piercing blue eyes, dark hair, sexy biteable lips and the whole devilish look about him. I have to admit, he’s a charmer. I was completely star-struck when I saw that my blind date looked like that! A friend of mine set us up for a date after briefing me about the, and I quote, “cute guy I work with”. I’ve recently been going through a phase where I’m accepting most dares I get, so I said yes.

Never would I have expected a dull and seemingly over-in-an-hour date to end up in the best sex I’ve ever had (so far). Although he was very charismatic and appealing, I couldn’t really read him out. Initially I thought he wasn’t really into me or the date or the situation, as he seemed really distracted. I was just about to invent a pathetic excuse to make my way out when the fun started... with a kiss. A completely unexpected, but excitingly erotic kiss.

That’s all it took to realise he’s one of the crazy ones. He put his hand on my waist, and suddenly pulled me towards him. He kissed me roughly and while biting my lower lip, I could feel his hand groping my ass. My heart was racing, my temperature was rising and my stiletto nails were uncontrollably digging into his back.

“Truth or dare?” he said. I was a bit taken by surprise, so I chose truth. “Do you want me?” he asked. The tension was rising, and without over-thinking it, I leaned in towards him, licked his lips with my tongue and said “Yes, I want you.”

Pardon my French, but shit was getting real! When it was his turn – and he chose truth as well, I asked: “Hit and run?” to which he replied “Honestly... No.” I realised then that this guy, this charmingly handsome guy, meant business.

The game quickly advanced from truths to dares, and as we were standing on the terrace of a restaurant, a bit hidden away from curious eyes behind a column, the situation got really heated. Next up, I chose dare. I wanted to see what kind of kinkiness hides behind those wicked eyes; I just couldn’t contain my curiosity. The guy who was a complete stranger a few hours back dared me to touch his bulge (and believe me, it was quite obvious through his fitted suit trousers). At that time I was breathing heavily, and getting more and more aroused, so I did it. I remember not thinking anything at that point; I was so deep into that game that all of me was completely lost in it. I placed my hand on his bulge and felt the contour of his pride with my fingertips...

“Good girl.” he said, as he parted my lips with his tongue and slipped his hand under my dress. He leaned close to my ear and whispered: “I want you so bad right now”..... FUCK. ME. It was as real as it gets. Forget the game! We simply started touching each other as we could in that secluded, but still public terrace. In that very moment he was the only dare I wanted.

I used to be quite worried with moving too fast, or the guy generally getting the wrong idea about me. But something about him made me let go of all inhibitions - I was worry-free. What I knew right then is that I wanted him really fucking bad. Two bottles of wine down and I was feeling so damn good that I didn’t want him to stop. It was almost like he could read my mind; he was doing exactly what I was hoping he’d do, touching the right places at the perfect time and in the ideal way. I got this exciting chill down my spine as he slipped his hand in my black lace bikinis, and gently parted my lower lips with his fingers, making me moan into his ear. He felt I wanted more, so he reached further down and stuck the tip of his finger inside me a little, as if only to get my juices on it. He started rubbing my wetness all over my soft skin and then lifted his hand just enough so that he could gently spread it over my clit. I was dripping wet at that point and between those muffled moans the words slipped out of my mouth: “I need you to fuck me!”

Every inch of my body was craving for him pressed against me, and I was already hallucinating about his thick entering me... And then he stopped. I had this puzzled look on my face that made him chuckle a bit and then he said “I want to play with you first. Until you beg for it, baby...”

Update: The rest of the story can be found here http://redd.it/2g4fkk