Fi(r)st date with Pamela

I met Pamela on Feeld. She was an athletic Chinese American woman from San Francisco had live in Brooklyn for the past decade. A lawyer by trade, but she had that Bay Area chill to her that made her lawyerly ways palatable - she was also living in BK, seemingly spending time further into the fringe as she had in her past life. Newly divorced, Pamela was living her best slut life, and she just so happened to fancy my voracious sexual appetite and my penchant for licking pussy. She sounded like fun.

The conversation flowed naturally, our fervent banter quickly diverted to talking shop as it does as many of the experience, sex friends I make we have nice overlaps she desires direction lessons, and her newfound desire for deviance. i'm simply looking for open minded evolved women to explore, I don't much have a type it's, its the energy, the banter, and the eyes that really gets me going. But she was super cute. Had that innocent look that decried her sensual intensity. That much I could tell from just her pictures on Feeld. As we continued our days long chat, mostly sexual, about needs and desires, limits and longings, she casually mentions fisting, before signing off for the evening. Seemingly something she'd newly explored. Was this something she was asking me to explore? Was she trying to feel out my feral intensity. Or just being sassy. I had a few days to mull. But I had to admit, the second she mentioned it, I became rather fixated by the prospect. I had gotten close. Plenty of women had enjoyed some level of stretching. But I'd never fully gone there, and to me, it was probably something best broached by the person allowing an entire fist into her vagina. And here we were. Had my men my guid into the depths of vaginal penetration? Clearly we need to meet. Too much convo leads to less likely hood of sex. It all becomes more a fantasy. But it seemed Pamela was also quite taken with my sensual brand of dominance. Specifically my cheffy hands. Us chefs have a special dexterity. We love using our hands. Hmm, maybe she was looking to have them inside her...?

A few days later after some nice scintillating sexy texty, we decided we'd meet at a Brooklyn bar close to hers. I was excited she had that intense, sexual energy. I crave very cute face and a strong flexible body shave, mold. in my 40s, one of the best things I found is how open real and carefree we tend to be about sex having years of experience and realizing that at best it's messy intense and pleasurable a true escape from every day life like me I was looking to further and push her limits exploring new things desiring submission that I tend to earn with the women I play with. The bar was dimly lit bright off, but it didn't feel CD looked delicious in her thin pencil skirt, her smooth muscular legs showing nicely. I was already looking forward to finding out if she left her panties at home like I had asked. Good eye contact a couple of chuckles and some well placed grips of her bare ties was all I needed to know I'd be taking her clothes off in a matter of minutes. The fun thing about small talk once you've already realize they're sexually compatible is that you can actually have it the Pamela how did that Cheshire grin as we paid the check? It was going to be a fun walk home half a block later, I'm devouring her neck, my hands cupping her damp undercarriage, my thumb feathering the crest of her clit. The energy is already building to an intensity that is rare so early in coupling. It's obvious we both need the mind numbing delights of a decadent casual encounter.

Up at her place we pour some wine. Slow it back down for a minute. My hands learning her body, searching for the spots that make her gasp so slightly. Her lips are full. We kiss as if we're trying to win. As my hands continue. I grope. Grip. Establish minor control over her movement. Tell her what a pretty pussy she has. Fuck. I love that she's natural. I want to open her up. So it's only suiting that my newly discovered tigress, is unshorn. Her pussy pink, lush, under a soft raven bush. I need her naked. She peels her dress off. Her ass is tight. Ripe. She arches her back. Dangling her cheeks at arms length. I take a firm squeeze. Pushing her head a bit to lengthen her spine. I love this position. Standing, back extended, arched. Push her hips up and present your ass to me. I'm seated. Manipulating her body, while I tease and massage the area around her pussy.

She's dripping by now. I push 2 fingers deep inside her. Slow, but assertive. She feels very soft. You can tell she takes great care of her body. Her skin. She moans deep, guttural. She's been craving such a moment. Her pussy opens for me nicely. Dripping by now, smeared all over her inner thighs and the underside of her cheeks. It's the middle of the summer in New York City. Her pussy is fragrant. Feminine. It's turning me feral. I need her body. I want to see how loud she gets when she cums. Pamela is alive. Her body humming. She's begging for more. My fingers grinding deep into her body. My thumb continuously teasing, torturing her clit. We're both naked. My cock is dripping and I haven't even touched it. The sexy vibe electric. Her pussy is gushing on my hand. She's ready for a more relaxed position. But not before I lean her over her sofa, gripping her hair and pulling her into me. Such a good slut still needs to be taught a little lesson. I spank her 5 times on each cheek, ratcheting up my strike with each contact to her cute little butt. She likes it. She's mewing like a kitten. Her ass dances up. A cute little asshole I note for later. I push my thumb inside her pussy. Gripping her hair. She likes the power of my hands. I am holding her by her sex, pushing into her Gspot. Her cheeks a slightly rosey hue.

"Take me to your bedroom." I kiss her deeply. My cock hands at attention as she crawls on the floor to her bedroom. Stopping to wiggle her tiny little butt at me. Her pussy is so swollen. Soaked in her sex. As we're rolling around, finding our positioning, kissing, indulging, basking in the new energy we've found, my fingers begin a more intense assault on her body. I can tell she loves the sensation of being stretched, I have some experience with such a woman, but it's something I came into this wanting to hone, or practice so to speak. Theee fingers seems very baseline at this point, I'm working her deep, her clit is noticeably swollen. She moans with such intensity. Her body is now for mine to mold. As I push a fourth finger into her, I can feel her stretch around me. Her wet pink lips hugging around my fingers. I push I little more. To see how she respond when we hit the edge of my hand. She continues to turn her hips toward me, basking in the increasing pressure that's building in her loins. Still I check in, she's a new playmate - and I wanna make sure she's into everything we do; especially in this sexual trust excercize. "I want you inside me. Your hands are crazy. Oh fuck. I want you to fist me tonight" or something to that affect.

I've been this far. I mean plenty of woman have enjoyed a gentle stretch. Into my 30s and people started to feel less concerned about lossening themselves ( despite it being complete bs according to science. Stronger PC muscles make for more elasticity. 2 turned to 3, now I find at my age, women really like that 4th. But I'd never had a woman ask me to fist her like this before. My cock is bursting. But right now I'm so laser focused on Pamela, her lush, fragrant pussy just needing my touch. She's already had 2, maybe 3 intense orgasms, but we keep Pushing. Her body is coiled around mine. Her near leg over mine and her other stretched out to the hilt. She is so open. I'm sucking and I'm sucking and nibbling her little eraser nipples, her breasts a nice handful, good to grope and pull on. I keep working my fingers deeper. My hand is inside her. Cupping. Holding her body in place. My thumb outside. Her clit is humming. She's screaming in exctasy. Starting to shake a bit. I slow down. Kissing her. Gently licking her nipples as my fingers hook inside her. Scraping at her top walls gently, intently. I push her thighs wider.... I grip her ass from around her thigh. I want you to open for me. Are you ready for my fist? All she could walk say was I want. I just want it. Please give it to me she shivers. She's sober. Completely drunk on her own pleasure.

I tuck my thumb under my palm, duck styles, and slowly work it into her body. She breathe deeply. When she breaths out, I push a little harder; my hand fully enveloped in her sex. I hold it there. The pressure is a lot. Her pussy is so strong, as I massage her inside, I can feel her vagina open, tent. Ug this is so hot. The most insane anatomy lesson. She loves it. She's telling me so. Her body also tells me. Guttural moans, groans pushing out the depths of her lungs. Loooking her right in the eyes while my hand explores the depths of her needy, swollen cunt. She tells me to make a fist as her pussy tents further. Pull it out. "Then push it back in. Open your fist when it's back inside me," she goads. Guides.

This is one of the more erotic single moments of my sexual tenure. Two skilled and experienced sex spelunkers sharing our work. Her body clenches as I pull my hand out, creating this insanely vociferous vacuum inside her pussy. Ugh my cock is dripping. She's finally teasing my turgid head with her tounge. She's coiled herself further. Our bodies locked in a deviant dance. I'm slowly just working my hand into her. Out of her. She's gushing. Her dark nest of pubic hair matted by sex, coconut oil. Both of us breathing deep. Primal intensity gallops toward her last more mind altering orgasm. Her body is convulsing with my motions. Flicking her clit with my other hand and I pump my fist deep into her. Slowly pulling back. She shivers.. my hand is sore. Nearly asleeep from the pressure of her powerful pussy. I pull it out slowly, just as It slid into her to start, duck hand styles. Her body goes limp. Spent. She's deep in a coma. Her pussy spilling with sexy nectars. My dick is impossibly hard, I haven't cum, yet I feel a similar relief as I remove my hand from its coupling. This shared experience of her entire body given over to my grasp has me panting. I hold her close, her face pushed into the crook of my neck. We plot our next adventure. She came more times than I care to count, and I leave with the feeling that when there is a next time, she'll be squirting all over her bedspread.

This was just the beginning. Of the Pandora's box I opened holding the needs and desires of a self acctuated, mature professional woman in New York. But fuck, is it electric when you find a fellow traveler in the depths of sexual exploration...

Pamela and I played a few more times. Busy professionals with a family to manage and maneuver around. When we finally got there, the sex was exquisite. Her strength and flexibility, along with her appetite made her an epic lover. Damn did we have great sex. Thanks for teaching me how to fist. Best first date lesson in recent memory.

***Haven't written a sex stories in a while. Would love some actionable feedback. I plan to write more about my travels as hot husband in the Feeld of sexual delights.

*** Pps I'm recovering from reconstructive surgery on my arm, so any females looking for a dirty pen pal are more than welcome to reach out 😈