Ok, so as the lady asked, I'm posting the SUCCESS story and, fingers crossed, she'll corroborate it. Otherwise I'm going to look very fucking odd...

So I travel a lot to the US for work. I was headed to SF for a few days, and rather than make my own post, I hunted for someone to message. This lady had a few successful posts, which made me feel a bit more at ease with someone who 'gets' filthy one-night-trysts. Anyway, I sent a hail-mary message to her before boarding a plane from the East Coast to the West. In hindsight, this was a bad idea - she replied, sent photos, and I spent the rest of the transcontinental journey uncomfortably aroused at 35,000 feet.

We went straight to Kik, and thanks to the in-flight wifi, had a fairly filthy time while I winged my way to SF. Upon arrival at my hotel, we did a hope-your-not-a-killer exchange of verification photos, and agreed to meet outside the hotel and find somewhere for a drink. We both got to the lobby at the same time, and thankfully she was even hotter than her photos! A hug, and we walked out into the San Francisco evening to find a drink. Some wandering later and we found a quiet (perhaps too quiet?) bar and had one or two drinks - granted, I'd have preferred somewhere with a dark corner for hands to wander, but we made do. Honestly, I don't recall much about the conversation - except that I stared probably too much and we didn't stop chatting at all! For me at least, it felt so easy...except I kept trying to imagine her naked.

Turns out, I didn't have to wait long. A fairly agonizing 5 minute walk back to the hotel, and a lift ride that wasn't as private as I'd liked (though my hands did wander slightly)...we got to the room. I had her pinned to the wall the second the door closed, and we were tearing each others clothes off near-instantly. I was working my way down her neck, her awesome boobs, until I'm kneeling in front of her and burying my tongue between her legs. Not bad going for only starting to chat earlier that day - and my god was she wet and great tasting.

Honestly the next few hours were a bit of a blur - perhaps a combination of jetlag, alcohol and an entire day of unrelieved arousal - but some of the highlights included:

• Her sucking my cock like an absolute goddess. One of the best, and she (I'm going to say almost) got the whole thing down her throat. I'm not huge, but it was a feat.
• Her basically abusing my hands until they no longer worked - I'm not even sure how many times she came. I mean, she could have been faking it - but who could be bothered that many times?!
• She did warn me in advance (though caveat-ed that it didn't happen often at all) but she squirted. At least twice I remember. Thank god for hotel beds.
• I don't know I've felt anyone tighter. Nothing quite like it, and the feeling of her pulsing around my cock was something else.
• How sore my cock felt the morning after.
• The photo of her slightly-bruised tits I received the morning after. I'd have apologised, but I wasn't really sorry - and the noises she made. The noises.
• The look on her face as, ankles up against my shoulders, I slid entirely inside her and started thrusting. I won't forget that.

Eventually, we had to call it a night - my jetlag really, really kicked in and we both had work in the morning. All in all, I had an incredible night. I actually quite like San Francisco now. Thanks, Reddit!