There I was on a Monday morning, feeling some kind of way about an almost-situationship that I was really excited about. To help me feel better about myself and boost my confidence a bit, I was scrolling through this sub, considering making a post of my own. I’ve had a few great successes in this sub in the past (under an old username) and thought it may be time to try again. That’s when I came across his post (let’s call him Mr. Fantastic). It was relatively short and to the point, but there was something about it that got my attention. I sent him a message, we exchanged photos, and we hit it off pretty immediately.

Mr. Fantastic was coming into town that Wednesday and we made plans to meet for drinks (and possibly more!) on Thursday. Up until that day, we spent time teasing each other over texts, talking about all the things we wanted to do together. He was so easy to talk to and made me feel so comfortable and desired. By the time Thursday came, I was ready to see if he could live up to all the talk.

To say I was nervous is an understatement. I had recently gone through a bad breakup from a very long-term relationship and this would be the first time being intimate with someone new in YEARS. That said, I was also very excited because I hadn’t had sex in a while and I was so ready. When the time came, I put on my favorite first-date dress and made my way to his hotel.

We made plans to meet at the rooftop bar for a drink. I got there first and nervously waited by the elevator. You never know what someone is going to look like in person when you first meet them. When he stepped out of the elevator, I was even more nervous than I was before because he was even better looking in person. I couldn’t stop thinking about what his face would look like between my thighs.

We sat at the bar, ordered drinks, and had a great conversation. Somewhere in the midst of talking, I felt his fingers graze my bare thigh and I could feel my face immediately blush. He continued to touch me while we finished our drinks and exchanged knowing looks. When our drinks were done, he asked if I wanted to go to his room. I enthusiastically said yes. Being the good guy he is, he wanted to make sure again that this was something I wanted to do and again, I enthusiastically agreed.

We get into the elevator, and as soon as the doors closed, he stepped in front of me, put his hand on the side of my neck to pull my face up to to his, and gave me one of the best first kisses I’ve ever had. We were so busy kissing that we didn’t realize that the elevator went all the way back down to the first floor instead of stopping at his floor. An older gentleman got on the elevator, breaking up our little makeout session, and I had the biggest grin on my face until he wished us a good night when he got off on his floor.

We finally make it up to his room and Mr. Fantastic says to make myself comfortable. I was able to take off just one sandal before he came in for more kissing. Before I knew it, my dress was off and I was naked on the bed with his face buried between my thighs. His mouth felt so good that I could barely catch my breath. Before meeting, I told him that he would need to have some patience with me because it could take some time for me to climax the first time. As he steadily licked my clit and teased me with his fingers, I ran my fingers through his hair and pulled him closer. Slowly, as he began fucking men with his fingers, I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge. I grabbed the sheets on either side of me and began bucking my hips slightly to match his rhythm. Before I knew it, and a lot sooner than I expected, I was begging him to not stop because I was about to cum.

Once my orgasm subsided, Mr. Fantastic came up to kiss me and I could taste myself on his lips. We had previously discussed doing more than just oral. I said that I wasn’t sure, but I may be open to it. As you may have guessed by now, when we were together, I absolutely wanted his cock inside of me. As he kissed me, I could feel his hardness glide over my wet pussy and I wanted nothing more than for him to fuck me properly.

Not only was he vocal about what he wanted, but he complimented me throughout, telling me how sexy I was. I’ve had hook-ups before and they were all very fun. While Mr. Fantastic was extremely fun, there was a level of passion on our fucking that I’ve never had with just hook-ups before. Maybe it was because it had been a while since I’d been fucked or maybe it was just the excitement of hotel sex… I didn’t care, I just went with it. I took all of him in my mouth, he fucked me from behind, I rode his cock, and he made me cum one more time before I wrapped my legs around him to pull him in close while he fucked me hard and slow. He asked me what I wanted him to do, and I told him I wanted him to cum for me. Watching his face as he came was so fucking hot.

We laid there afterwards and talked for some time. I was probably pretty giggly and I may have given him two thumbs up (the highest of accolades in my book) and maybe a high-five (I can’t remember, I was basking in the post-orgasm high). After a bit, I got up to start getting ready to leave. I was sitting on the edge of the bed when he came around to face me. He came in for more kissing, which I assumed were good-bye kisses. I assumed wrong because he pushed me back onto the bed for round two. He kissed me hard and fucked me even harder. At one point I was riding his cock and was just about to orgasm again before a leg cramp got the best of me (dammit!). After a quick recovery, he asked me to suck his cock and I gladly obliged. I slid down and tasted my juices on him. I took every inch of his hard cock in my mouth, looking up every once in a while to see how good I was making him feel. I loved how he gently, yet firmly, guided my head up and down his shaft until he said he was going to cum. I took him deep into my throat and swallowed his entire load.

Everything about the experience was exactly what I wanted. There was excitement in the anticipation, from texting through drinks at the bar. There was desire and passion — so much so that he specifically mentioned it in the middle of fucking. He took charge and even dropped a “good girl”, which made me melt. He was rough and assertive, which I mentioned to him previously that I wanted. The kissing… have I mentioned the kissing? My lips (both sets) were sore for days after. Let’s not forget the orgasms, because that’s what we were both there for.

If I had 3 thumbs, I probably would’ve given this experience 3 thumbs up. It was fucking fantastic and I’m so glad I took the chance on replying to his post. It was a really great way to step back into the dating scene.

Mr. Fantastic, if you’re reading this… thanks again (for the millionth time)! I had so much fun!