My best one night stand, somehow enabled by my dodgy car - M/F, long | 2016

I’ve been getting off on this sub for a while now and have been toying with the idea of giving it a go myself for a while so here’s my first attempt. I’ve warmed myself up for a decent number of dates or eased myself off to sleep with enough of the stories here that I’d like to do a good job – any feedback would be appreciated.

The guys in my close group of mates don’t really talk about sexual exploits much, at least not till everyone’s a bit too drunk to remember any details. We are however competitive as fuck so if we did talk about sex more often this is the story I’d try win any unspoken competition with. It was one of the best nights of my life and was such ridiculous fantasy fulfilment that if there weren’t marks all over me for a couple of days afterwards I’d have suspected it was a dream. Call fake if you want but if I’m doing this I’m starting with my A game.

For a bit of background, up until my early 20s I was pretty useless with women. I spent my teenage years as a big dorky guy, overweight with acne, braces and only a sense of humour and decent grades to stop me feeling totally worthless. With the exception of a drunk blow job at 18 I didn’t get a woman into bed till I was almost 21 and was not exactly happy with myself on that front.

Since then though things have improved out of sight. I got myself into decent shape to the point where I’ve been told I’m pretty good looking, worked out how to dress and how to talk to people easily and generally got my shit together. Being 6’4 with a well-paid and interesting job doesn’t hurt either. To round out the image I’ve got dark hair, green eyes, a bit of chest hair and a short beard. This story took place when I was about 25, single and felt like king of the world – I’m thirty now and am even more of a golden bastard, I just wasn’t as cocky back then. Regarding the title, knowing nothing about cars I got talked into buying a sleek but painfully expensive to fix Saab not long before this took place. It broke all the damn time but was worth it for this night alone.

My old firm was big on Friday night drinks to the point where we’d generally have a junior walking around with trays of wine and beer within an hour or two of people getting back from lunch. By 4.30 all the younger staff would be up on the roof garden in the sun with the booze flowing and no food in sight. There was a decent amount of intra office romance (and even more surreptitious fucking in bathrooms and empty offices, romance be damned) but this isn’t one of those nights. This was a night when most of the women seemed to vanish somewhere between the third and fifth drink leaving a few of us to try our luck in some of the more reliable after work bars.

When we arrived at what turned out to be my only stop of the night I ended up chatting to a guy a few years older than me called Oliver. Oliver was, is and likely always will be a cunt. There’s no real way around that. He was about 30 then, married and always hitting on the secretaries, interns, junior lawyers and basically any other woman who hadn’t already walked away. That said, he was somehow always able to surround himself in attractive women and probably didn’t go more than two months without cheating on his wife in the three or four years they lasted together. But for the purposes of this story he’s a dick and no one really wanted to get stuck with him for too long. I’m not someone who prides themselves on being a nice guy but I wasn’t raised to treat a woman like a piece of meat you lie to until she lets you fuck her. I’m a proud feminist which, in addition to being basic requirement of being a decent human being, has gotten me laid as much as anything else I can point to.

Just when I was about to make an excuse to leave him alone Oli got it in his head that he was going to chat up a gorgeous looking blonde waiting for a drink at the bar. He of course managed to say this both loudly enough for her and her friend to hear, but also in such a way that seemed to appeal to them rather than driving them off. Still not sure how he gets away with being himself – facebook says he’s now dating a woman a decade younger who looks like a pornstar. I suppose being a cunt can work out for people in the long run too.

So the gorgeous blonde and her friend come over. Blonde’s name is Angelica. I was smitten. Enchanted. Beguiled. Enamoured. Ensorcelled. Bewitched. You get the picture, the English language has a lot of words for how I felt that night but, at its rawest, I wanted her like nothing I’d ever seen. Lust at first sight and a stirring in my pants that wasn’t going away anytime soon. She’s about 5’10, slim in a tight black dress with a high neckline but a hem barely an inch below the curve of a tight round ass. That ass was a revelation, the sort of ass that comes from thousands of squats, running up mountains and more than a fair share of luck in the genetic lottery. Casting my gaze down further I saw a pair of legs that seemed to go on forever ending in precariously high black stiletto heels that she moved in more gracefully than any dancer I’ve ever seen. She was wearing her hair in a braid down to her lower back that played into a hundred different fantasies rolling around my mind while I was vainly trying to remember how I was supposed to move my face to make words. Luckily Oli took point and somehow managed to not come across as a total piece of shit for long enough for me to get my act together.

We all started to talk and I realised that Angelica was not only built like the archangel of fucking but she was also a very cool person. She was a year or two younger than me, an early graduate who was taking time off to travel before settling into grad school to become a psychologist (I think, conversation details are hazy so I’m patching them with all the rose fuck-tinted hindsight I’ve got). We got talking about travel and ended up trading stories about backpacking through Vietnam and things started to click. It wasn’t hard to move from the standard patter of ‘where have you been, where are you going next’ into ‘what’s the most exciting thing you’ve done on a trip’ then ‘what’ve you gotten away with overseas you’d never tell your friends back home about.’ Boom, suddenly we’re flirting, trading embarrassing stories and things are going great. We’re leaning into each other, there’s that electric feeling of that first touch and the thrill of the other person pressing just that tiny bit closer instead of pulling away. I was hooked, she probably could have asked me to play in traffic for her at that point and I would’ve been staring down a bus within a minute.

Throughout this Angelica’s friend was there too, I’ll call her Sandra but I’m pretty sure I forgot her real name the moment I heard it. Sandra was an attractive woman, a bit shorter, a bit less confident but very cute if not properly sexy and, after a few minutes, she was chatting and laughing as much as anyone. Sandra was the sort of woman I’d normally hit on without conscious thought even entering into the equation. Or at least I would if she’s been in almost any other company. She was like a match next to a bonfire. But any sort of denigration seems incredibly ungrateful because Sandra did me one of the biggest favours I’ve ever been given. Over the next hour or so she put herself right in front of Oli, laughed at his jokes, demanded his attention and kept him away no matter how many times he tried to include the rest of us in whatever story he was trying to tell. Over the next hour or so I had Angelica all to myself. The best came part sometime after the lights went low and the music got louder. I looked around for the others and saw Sandra leading Oli to the bar and grinning at us over her shoulder.

The moment they were out of earshot Angelica grabbed my arm and pressed herself against it. My brain turned off for a second or two but when all the sounds floating around me coalesced back into words I heard “come on I’ve been waiting to dance all night.” We pushed our way into the crowd on the dance floor and I got to see how this woman moved. It was mesmerising. Luckily I’d been blown away enough times in such a short period of time it was starting to have diminishing returns and I was able to find some rhythm and made a decent show at keeping up. We’d had a few drinks and inhibitions were a bit low so it wasn’t long before we had our hands all over each other and were leaning right in to try and talk over the music. We’d been going for a few songs before I mustered up some courage and put my hands on her waist, turning her around and pulling her into me. She looked over her shoulder and grinned in fashion I was fortunate enough to see quite often over the rest of the night as she pushed her ass into my crotch, grinding into me. I’ll say one thing for suit pants, they do not provide much in the way of insulation. I was sure she could feel my cock go from hard to solid steel even before she slid a hand down and stroked it. I turned her back around and before I knew what was happening her arms were around my neck and her tongue was pressing into my mouth while I pulled her into me.

Minutes later we were outside on the footpath catching our breath and grinning at each other like kids who’d just gotten away with robbing a candy store. She wasn’t sure about leaving Sandra behind so we sat on a bench nearby waiting to see if she answered any text messages and kept talking to each other while running our hands over each other’s bodies as much as we dared on a public street. Then it happened. She told me she was enjoying herself but just wasn’t sure about going home with a total stranger. Shit, that’s what you get for assuming you’ve won before you’re over the line. We kept talking while I was desperately trying to think of something to get her past those last lingering reservations. Sandra responded – she’d ditched Oli and found some friends. “Have fun you slut, tell me all about it tomorrow.” (I really need to track her down and buy her a drink.)

Angelica mentioned how the city felt so strange to her and that she missed the feeling of being home some nights. I realised I didn’t actually know where she was from so asked, saying I couldn’t quite place her accent. Sweden – I know, tall, blonde, blue eyes, gorgeous – such a stereotype. She asked me if I’d met any Swedish women before and without really thinking about it I asked her if my Saab counted. I don’t quite understand how this worked in retrospect, it wasn’t much of a line. She flat our refused to believe I had a Swedish car and thought I was messing with her. We had a little mock argument that ended with me saying that if she didn’t believe me I’d have to take her home to prove it.

There was a pause. She looked up at me, grinned a little and the next thing I knew we were in a taxi. She slid across the back seat until she was pressed against me and started whispering in my ear about how she never normally does this so I’ll have to make it worth her while. It was like she’d been holding back while deciding whether she was coming home. After she’d crossed her own personal Rubicon she was suddenly this incredibly confident sex goddess. Her hand was on my cock and in seconds it was hard enough that I could feel the stitches in my boxers straining. I slid a hand up her thigh and heard the faintest little moan as I ran a finger up the silky edge her panties. Without a thought for the involuntary voyeur of a taxi driver I pulled her onto my lap and she started grinding onto me while I pulled her braid back and kissed my way down her neck. My other hand was clutching a handful of her ass as I pressed my fingers under the back of what I realised was a slick little thong and felt the hot wetness leaking from her pussy.

Before I knew it we were at my place. I threw some cash in the driver’s general direction, heard him mutter something sarcastic about enjoying the show and had her up against my front door with that gorgeous ass pressed hard into my cock. As I fumbled for the keys while kissing her neck she started to moan more loudly then spun around and grabbed my neck in one hand and my cock with the other. “I want you to take me inside and fuck me, fuck me however you want but do it hard. I want you to use me, hold me down and take me and show me how much you fucking want me.”

I’d been with a couple of girls who liked being dominated before but hearing this so directly and confidently from a stunning woman I’d met a few hours ago flipped a switch in my head I didn’t even know existed. I became a fucking animal and it felt like a better high than any chemical I’ve tried. I grabbed her throat, shoved her through the door and pushed her into the wall. I took her wrists, held them above her head and kissed her as deeply and forcefully as I’d ever kissed anyone in my life. She was grinding herself against me, moaning into my mouth and biting me whenever she wasn’t forcing her tongue down my throat.

The moment I pulled back for breath she smiled up at me “I need your cock now. Stop fucking around and put it inside me.” I shoved her to her knees before she even finished speaking and had my pants open and around my knees before she got her balance. I grabbed the base of my cock and her mouth opened in front of it. I swear I can still see the head of it disappearing into her mouth, her eyes wide and staring up at me. The smeared lipstick and the strands of hair around her face that’d escaped her braid made her look just a little bit wild while emphasising how fucking perfect she was.

I thrust into her face and felt my entire length slide into her, the head pushing into her throat as she wrapped a hand around my balls, grabbing my ass with the other and sinking her nails into me. She looked up at me, somehow smiling around my shaft and moaned something that sounded like a challenge. I felt the vibrations travel up my cock into my balls and, if it hadn’t been for the last few drinks, probably would have choked her on cum right then. I slid my cock back and she squeezed my balls past the point of pain. “More.” I’ve got no idea how long I fucked her face for. It was the first time doing that that I’d gone all out and held nothing back. Every few thrusts I’d hear a thump from the back of her head hitting the wall, quickly followed by an excited little moan. The hand that had been on my ass was between her legs moving like a jackhammer and she looked about as excited as I was.

Worrying that I was going to blow too soon I dragged her to her feet and stuck my tongue back in her mouth. I swept her legs out from under her and carried her into the living room while we savaged each other’s faces. After lying her down on the couch I immediately sat her back up and tried to get her dress off. After what felt like an eternity of fumbling at it she dragged my hand over to the suddenly very obvious zip and it was quickly on the floor. While I struggled out of my shoes and pants she seemed to soften a fraction, pressing herself against me and kissing me much more sweetly while undoing the buttons on my shirt. I reached around to undo her bra and she stopped me – “I changed my mind, my turn now.”

I thought about taking her anyway but I’ve never been able to resist eating pussy. I love the scent, the taste, the feel of it but the real high comes from the way I can make a woman react – that feeling of power that comes from making someone else lose control over their own body. I dropped down to my knees and started kissing her inner thighs, running my hands up them and teasing the edges of her panties before slowly sliding them down. I pressed her legs together over one shoulder and slid that wet little silky black thong past my face while licking the back of her pussy, throwing the thong to the floor. I pushed between her legs again and started to lick the very edge of her lips till I felt her hands grab my hair and press me against her. She ground her pussy into my face a split second before my tongue was out then I was lapping at her like a madman at a desert oasis. She tasted amazing and was wet enough that I could feel my beard getting slick immediately.

I reached up and pressed a finger into her, curling it back and rubbing her while my tongue was massaging her hood and pressing it back. Her pussy was like a velvet vice, as she started to shake I felt like I was in danger of losing the finger. Part of me knew I was supposed to dominating her, holding her down and fucking her, but right then, in my mind, making her cum for me was dominance. At that moment I owned her and was making her body do what I wanted. She was clinging on for dear life with no control whatsoever. It didn’t take long to come to a head, she’d been worked up for a while and I wasn’t holding anything back. She started to really scream then I felt her start to cum. Her whole body shook and her upper body thrashed back against the sofa while her tight little pussy clenched down on my hand like it was the only thing keeping her alive. Her thighs squeezed my head so hard I saw stars and I wanted it to go on for ever.

The moment I realised she was coming down from the peak I realised how worked up I was, how much I had to be inside her. Merciless fucking beast mode. I dragged her onto the floor so hard she bounced, spun her onto her knees and put her arms on the seat of the sofa while she was still shaking and whimpering. I popped her bra off, taking a second to appreciate some fucking amazing tits. Actually, an aside in awe of that rack. Each one a bit bigger than I could fit in my (pretty large) hands but high and firm enough I’d have thought they were fake if I wasn’t kneading them like pizza dough that owed me money. I didn’t see them clearly at the time but she had small, pale areola with pink, firm nipples that got hard almost as soon as I touched her. Snapping back to raging beast mode me, on my knees behind her and pinching one of those hard little nipples – I pressed the head of my cock against the wet mess I’d made of her pussy and felt every shred of me wanting to thrust into her. She looked over her shoulder at me and panted “Do it, I‘m on the pill, don’t cum in me.” Red flag to a fucking bull.

There’s something magical about the first time you stick your cock into a woman you’ve not been with before. I’ve never asked but I’ve always wondered if it’s the same sort of feeling being penetrated with a new dick for the first time. The thrill of conquest sounds a bit ridiculous but it’s not entirely off the mark. There was enough light coming in from the street that I could see the head of my cock squeeze between her lips and I let it sit there for a second, savouring the moment and promising myself I wasn’t going to cum too fast. Remembering that image enough to write about it has me hard and dripping precum all over myself. I pulled my hands down to her little waist and thrust the rest of the way inside her. There was no gradual build up. Balls deep on the first thrust and a moan from her that was equal parts aggression and pleasure. I reached out and wrapped her braid around my forearm, gripping the base of it tight in my fist. My cock was still rammed all the way up inside her as I pulled her head back and ran my other hand from her throat to her breast to her hip. Before she could get an idea of what was happening I slapped her ass as hard as I could, getting an electrifying yelp and feeling her body shudder around my cock as she pressed onto me. I didn’t have a great angle which was probably what stopped me leaving any serious bruises but she went fucking wild. Hearing her call my name as I thrust into her, spanking her and grabbing at her perfect tits was what I imagine it felt like to be Genghis Khan on a good day. And the sound. The smack of my thighs against her ass. The wet sucking noise of my cock pulling most of the way back out before plunging back into her. Fuck I’m hard.

This couldn’t last. Her hand was between her legs, alternating between rubbing her clit and grabbing for my balls to hold me inside of her. I felt myself cross that line that meant there was no holding back, a short fuse and a hell of an explosion building. I called out, telling her how close I was and she rolled herself sideways, forcing me to let go of her hair and ending up flat on her back in front of me. I tried to aim but shot a rope across the couch. We both burst out laughing as I managed to direct the rest onto her, painting lines from her hips to her tits. I collapsed next to her and she immediately rolled onto me, rubbing my cum and our sweat all over us as she kissed me while I held onto her ass like a drowning man who just can’t kick anymore.

I’m not sure how long we lay there like that. All the rage seemed to have leaked out (some of it was drying into my flatmates couch – I moved out a few months later before anyone thought to flip the cushion). She pushed herself up onto her hands, her face hanging a few inches over mine. As we stared at each other we started to laugh again and she collapsed onto me as we tickled each other, rolled around and probably looked like stoned idiots.

We ran out of energy pretty fast and I carried her to the kitchen where we grabbed some coke and cookies and chatted like we’d been friends for years. After a few minutes I stopped and realised that I’d just had the best fuck of my life. Sure, when you love someone, connect with them emotionally and need each other in every way you can make love that seems to make the world stop turning. But that’s sex, not fucking. I fucked this woman and she fucked me and it was amazing. She laughed at me when I told her a much less grandiose version of that – “You weren’t bad but don’t you fucking dare believe we won’t do better, it’s not even 11 yet and I’ve got nowhere to be tomorrow morning.” I scooped her up in my arms again and she threw hers around my neck triumphantly as I marched her towards the bathroom for a long and intensive shower.

That’s about a ten times more than I intended to write. I’ve gotten horny as fuck trying to remember all the detail and can’t keep going. Now that I’ve started this I want to write out the rest of that night, we fucked three more times before parting ways so if people like this I’ll post that too. Let me know what you think if you got this far.