If you're not interested in reading everything, a TL;DR is at the bottom!

[Basic stats from original post - 5'11", half Black and half Japanese, brunette. In shape and petite but curvy. :3 ]

First, I'm sorry I couldn't get back to everyone. It would have taken too long to reply to all of the messages. I know my post was long, so I'm thankful to everyone who took the time to read it and write a genuine reply :) But also, some of y'all need to read a post before you reply.

Also, this took a long time to write. Lol, sorry it's a long, but I also want to share my experience the way I experienced it.

Picking a Partner Picking someone is always tough—way different energy than a RAOBJ post. But I had some great replies and sparked conversations with some promising people. You guys know who you are; sorry we didn't fully click or align. But I was really drawn to Alexander. Definitely ticked the physical boxes: 43, 6'2" muscular dad bod. I really like big-framed men. And a just as big and impressive package. BUT Alexander's reply stood out because beyond answering the post's questions and introducing himself, his questions felt like a genuine effort to get to know me, why I was making this post, and what I wanted to get out of it. He keyed in on my appreciation for intimacy, chemistry, and comfort.

He came off as a great listener who was confident in his experience and willing to communicate and help me feel comfortable and cared for. For example, he told me he was more than comfortable with me using toys if we met up. This was a big green light for me because I struggle with orgasming. He even offered to bring some toys if I wanted to try something like a Hitachi. I said I can bring a small vibe but still major bonus points.

We chatted for a couple of days. Exchanged pictures (no toilet dick pics). Had a great flow and even talked none sex-related topics. The chemistry was there. The attraction was there, so we made plans to meet for a drink Saturday evening.

The Date Work had me incredibly busy the day leading up to things. Friday was a blur of work directly into a 3-hour drive to my friend's house. Then dinner plans with another friend. When Saturday rolled around, I felt a ton of nervous energy. I took the dog for a walk and hit the gym hard. Tried to work off some of the anxiety and look extra good if I had to take my clothes off later, lol.

He messaged me asking if I still wanted to meet, no pressure if I changed my mind. I told him I was excited to see him and I'll be wearing something cute and comfortable :3

It was perfect sundress weather, but I packed a skirt and zip-up crop top. Still summer-y, right? I got showered, dressed, and ready to go, but I was so nervous, so I did some yoga to steady my nerves. I had never done something like this; a RAOBJ is a way different energy. Giving vs. receiving, I felt a lot more vulnerable heading into this one, but I was excited about it too.

My nerves didn't let me sit still, so I got to the bar first, which didn't help lol. The idea that if the date goes well, I'm going to end up with my pussy being the center of attention was exhilarating. But, there's always the fear that maybe I wouldn't be attracted to him in person or that his character doesn't match our chatting. But, my nerves were put at ease when he walked up to me outside of the bar.

I first noticed his gentle smile, followed by his size. He had a great face, a bit of a stubbly beard, lovely eyes, a full, grab-able head of hair, and everything just complimented his physique. What I meant by his size wasn't his height, but his beefiness and I mean that in the best way possible, lol. Big frame, and strong arms, I felt tiny and encircled by his hug. Being 5'11", people don't often make me feel little. He was like a big strong teddy bear. I must have been blushing so hard. He had a pleasant voice. Physically, I knew that I wanted this man to take me home so I could squeeze him with my thick thighs. LOL

I had asked for a table squared away in a corner, where we could have a private conversation and enjoy a drink. Our conversation started a bit bumpy, but once we got seated, things smoothed over. He was incredibly complimentary, said I look incredible and my face is somehow nicer than my body (his words, not mine). NGL, I soak it all up. I tried not to tip my hand too much, but he smiled pretty hard when I gave him my compliments.

We chatted at the gastropub for about 45 minutes and enjoyed two great cocktails; when he asked if I wanted to sit next to him. I made a joke about reading my success story and wanting the same treatment, and he laughed and said, "Something like that." I obliged his request and scooted over next to him. His hand fell on my bare thigh and asked if that was okay. I gave him a little nod and smirk. His big hands gave a gentle squeeze as he complimented my legs, saying they're soft but firm, and he definitely could tell I take care of myself. I squeezed his arm and said, years of volleyball, good genetics, and staying active help. We ordered another round of drinks. I felt mine but easily kept my wits about me; however, it made me a lot more flirty and adventurous. His hand started by my knee, and by the time we finished our last drink, his fingers were thumbing at my panty waistband, riding up my skirt. And mine was firmly planted between his legs. He asked me to slow down a bit as I was really getting him going, and he still needed to walk out of here. He asked for the check and insisted on paying. I agreed, so long as I covered the tip.

During the short drive back to the house, I was doing my best to stay focused and not let my mind wander about how badly I wanted his lips wrapped around my clit and his strong hands gripping the rest of my body.

I got to the house, got the pets squared away, mixed some simple cocktails with grapefruit juice and bourbon, and filled up a water pitcher.

He rang the doorbell, even though I told him not to because it riled up the dog. I gave him a playful scolding and told him to grab a drink and wait on the sofa while I calmed the pup down.

The Night He made himself very comfortable on the sofa, and honestly, it was pretty hot to see him spread out and feel so at ease. Really made me calm down a bit. So I grabbed my drink, clinked glasses, and sat next to him. I asked if he wanted to play something on the TV or put on some music. Set the mood. (BTW, saying "set the mood" is a perfect way to kill the mood.) He laughed at me. "I'm trying!" "You're doing great, sweetheart. I'm not complaining."

"Sweetheart" instantly makes me blush. Something about it awakens something in me because I quickly put some music on and started running my hand up and down his chest. I could tell he was a little nervous too, but he soon turned toward me and kissed me deeply, and I felt myself sink into that kiss.

He pulled me in closer, and we became more and more desperate with each kiss. We made out for at least ten minutes before I straddled him and let him slowly unzip my crop top before he rested his hands on my small waist. "God, you're perfect. Come over here, sweetheart." I leaned in closer, And he began kissing my neck slowly and biting gently. I did what I could just to stifle my moans and tucked my face into his neck, savoring the smell of his woody floral cologne, but he didn't slow down and sucked at my neck with each kiss. I shivered and held onto him tighter. His mouth started moving down, lingering at my collarbones just long enough to make me want more attention, but I forgave him because his lips reached my chest.

I loved watching him take my sensitive nipples into his mouth and savored every nibble and bite. It felt electrifying. And his hands running down my body only amplified how turned on I was. He asked me to take off my top, and I eagerly did what he said, while he quickly took his off too. We seemed to take a quick second to soak in the view of each other before sinking back into another deep kiss. I got to feel his bare shoulders and run my hands through his dark soft chest hair.

When he pulled away, his mouth went back to my tits. This time his big hands played and toyed with the one his mouth wasn't pleasing. Between the nibbles, sucking and pinching, he kept telling me he loved my perky tits. I was gripping him tight, moaning, and loving every second. He knew just how rough and gentle to be, reading my reactions and making sure to ask for my feedback. I was grinding on him hard because every touch, kiss, lick, and bite felt AMAZING.

Then he shifted his body and laid me down on the sofa. I loved that he could move me so effortlessly.

He made his way to my toned belly, grazed his lips over my belly button, and rested his head there for a bit. I watched his head on my tummy rise and fall, then I felt his hands climb up my legs and tug down my skirt, and my breathing became more enthusiastic. His lip started kissing my stomach and working their way lower on my body. He started giving my hips attention, and the anticipation was getting to me. I wanted him to take off my skirt, but he was teasing me and building up so well that I loved the build-up.

He took his time to strip me slowly and seductively kept teasing me with his mouth, ensuring that I was absolutely dripping. It was working. At that point, I was so wet and ready to go for whatever the night together would entail.

When he finally took my panties off, strings of grool connected my wet pussy and soaked panties. Seeing this made him slow down and enjoy his handiwork as he remarked that I must have really been enjoying the attention. I could barely muster a coy "mhm mhm."

He finished taking off my panties and said, "wow, your pussy really is tiny and fucking cute." Before I could say anything, he positioned his shoulders under my thighs and started kissing the inside of my right thigh, then suckling the inside of my left. I couldn't even finish saying "thank you" before I was moaning and giggling.

He continued to tease me for a few minutes, kept inching closer and closer every time I thought he would start; he pulled away again, which built up my anticipation. Hearing my whimpers and moans, he knew that he was torturing me, and at this point, I was quietly begging him to please play with me. "Okay, baby"

His big hands slid up the back of my thighs, pushing my legs up and holding them just under my knees. I rubbed his arms as my breathing got ragged, waiting to finally feel his tongue.

Then with a long, flat tongue, he tasted me. My entire body shuddered, and I let out a long slow moan. He kept licking me nice and slow with a big flat tongue. He told me I tasted sweet and he could taste me all night. He seemed to love how wet and responsive I was because soon after he started, he wrapped his arms around my legs, pulled me closer, and buried his face in my pussy, his tongue and teeth teasing me as I writhed under him. He sucked on my clit lightly, and I could feel my wetness soaking his facial hair, but it only made him more excited.

I then proceeded to receive some of the best cunnilingus of my life. It was incredible. He pushed my hips to the sofa and kissed my glistening lips, his tongue barely slipping between them. I bucked and thrust with desire, unable to move far with his strong arms glued to my hips and holding me down.

I whimpered, and he looked up at me, his mouth covered with my juices all while keeping eye contact. He licked slowly along my lips and made me shudder. Now I was pleading for more. "Please, Daddy, lick my pussy. Pleaasee." The last word stretched into a moan as he began to indulge.

His tongue circled my clit, then he slid his finger inside me and licked vigorously. "God damn, you're tight." My body tensed, and my mind was overcome with pleasure. I couldn't help but play with my tits to overload my senses. His free hand held my flat stomach as he kept licking my pussy, driving his fingers in deeply, his face pressed tightly to my drenched pussy. My reaction spurred him on, and he kept devouring my clenching pussy, sucking and licking ruthlessly. I managed to choke out an animalistic groan. Seeing someone absolutely relishing in delight from devouring my pussy was so pleasing and an absolute turn-on that just amplified every touch. He kept his pace as long as possible, but I know it's tiring to keep up the intensity.

He let up a little bit, and I brought up that I likely wouldn't cum without a vibrator. He assured me he was completely fine with that. He suggested we could keep having fun on the couch and then move to the bedroom and grab some toys. To my pleasure, he was so understanding and did everything possible to make me feel comfortable being that vulnerable.

I wanted to keep having fun here, so I told him to lay back, take off his pants and let me sit on his face. He seemed overjoyed by the idea. I stood up and watched him hastily kick off his pants, peel off his boxer briefs, and lean his head against the armrest. He asked to get a better look at my ass. I happily turned around and let him grab it and give me a couple of playful slaps before I climbed on his tummy and made out with him. I could taste myself on his lips but didn't mind. He seemed to revel in it all, and I'm glad he enjoyed my desire for intimacy. His hands were glued to my ass during this entire time. He was squeezing me hard, but I really enjoyed the sensation, almost like it was a measure of his desire for me.

I asked if he was ready. "Of course, sweetheart." I slid up his body with his help and hovered just above his mouth. His velvet tongue was waiting for me to lower myself so he could continue driving me crazy; in fact, I could feel his arms lightly tugging me down. I ran my hands through his hair and started to grind on his face lightly. He let me do my thing and kept his mouth movement to a minimum while I used him.

For a second, I was worried he might not enjoy that I was so in control, but that worry washed away when I noticed him stroking his throbbing cock. I moaned and rocked my hips slowly on his mouth. And anytime I stopped, he was ready to provide. His hands either played with my ass, massaged my tits, or stroked his big dick. I sat down on his chest when I needed a break. I reached back and slowly stroked him between kisses and chit-chat (mostly complimenting and teasing one another.) He asked me to squeeze him with my thighs, and he'll let me know if he needed air or a break by tapping on me. I climbed up on him again, and this time was a little rougher with him. He let me grind on him hard and seemed to revel in being used for my pleasure. I grabbed his hair and pulled his mouth into me, letting him eat me out to his heart's content and squeezing him with my thighs like he asked for. His mouth was incredible. His enthusiasm was so great. When he tapped on my leg, he was smiling but panting for air. We giggled about it and caught our breath, but I was ready for the bedroom. My clit was starting to feel a bit sensitive, but I loved every second and wanted to cum for him. He was making me feel amazing.

In The Bedroom I led him to the bedroom, grabbed the small vibe I brought with me and showed him how it worked. We stood and made out. Feeling each other's bodies. I loved feeling how big he was pressed against me. And his large frame made me feel tiny again. We slowly edged closer to the bed. He turned me around. He gave me a playful spank and asked me to bend over on the bed. Jesus Christ, your ass is perfect. I said thank you. Giggled a little and gave him an inviting little shake. He quickly dropped down behind me and wasted no time spreading me and letting his tongue and mouth get to work. His tongue was gently sucking on my clit while his nose slightly played with my ass, forcing me to moan into the sheets.

Then he just devoured me. It wasn't as precise as what he was doing before, but he was tasting and touching every inch of me and ravenous for my pussy. You seriously taste amazing, he said before diving back in, rubbing his lips on my clit and lapping at the rest of my little box. He was driving me crazy.

When he turned on the vibe, I told him it'd be much easier on my back. So we adjust our positions on the bed. He grabbed my legs and went back to gorging himself. The vibe clicked on, and he brought it to my clit. Instantly, I moaned with pleasure, and my legs quaked. He used his fingers, tongue, and the vibe simultaneously like I told him. With a steady pace, I could feel my entire body swelling, inching closer and closer to ecstasy. He encouraged me along, and I could feel myself relaxing and giving into it all. He kept at it as long as he could, taking small breaks to ask if I was enjoying it and to rest his jaw. I said I loved it and demanded he keep going. My entire body was tensing, abs slightly visible. Toes curling. Then like fireworks, my mind melted into a cascade of pleasure and emotion. I shook. I babbled. I tried in vain to mumble, "I'm cumming, I'm cumming" I was orgasming so hard the room was spinning, and my entire body shook. Waves of pleasure overtook me. I gave in completely.

I lay back, reveling in it. My eyes fluttered, and I couldn't even think coherently for a minute. He just sat back, gently rubbed my thighs and enjoyed the fruits of his labor. I waved him to me and kissed him. I thanked him and told him it was amazing. I let my hands drift from his face, down his body and then found his rigid member, wet with precum and weighty in my hands.

Fuck me. Please. I begged him between breaths. You sure? Yes. Just fuck me. Let me get a condom. No. Just fuck me. Please. However you want.

He picked me up a little, tossed me over on the bed facedown and told me to get on my knees and give him my ass. He stood next to the bed and placed his hands on my hips.

I murmured involuntarily and moaned hard as he slid his big and hard dick raw into my small slit. After orgasming, so much cock felt amazing. I blushed, and I wasn't sure if I could handle him. Before I could say anything, he shoved his dick further into me, thrusting hard and spreading me, but to my surprise, he pulled out slowly before I could even get used to him. He placed his wet cock between the lips of my pussy, and teased my clit with his head. He was throbbing and repeated this again and again. Each time he did it, I basically drooled into the sheets. He knew I wanted him; he just wanted me to beg for his cock again. I was blushing hard, looking back at him. "Please?"

Before I could utter another word, I felt my pussy stretching around him. I gasped and breathed a deep moan; he grunted with satisfied intent and smacked my ass. I jiggled hard and felt him squeeze my fat ass as he pushed deeper. "God, I love your little blasian pussy." Then he started pumping into me.

My ass jiggled with his movements; he thrust harder. I yelped into the mattress because his dick felt amazing. My tits were bouncing with his thrusts. My nipples tingled as they lightly brushed the sheets sending a delightful shiver down my spine. His hips didn't slow down for a second.

All I could hear was, "Ohmygod! You're so fucking tight!" Before a long thrust and then he took the slightest break to grope my round ass using his thumbs, spreading me open. Then he began pumping again, moaning, breathing heavier, and panting. His hands climbed to my tiny waist, where he used my hips like handles to ram his throbbing dick into me harder. I could feel his balls slap my clit over and over. All I could do was cling to the sheets, slightly match his movements with my hips, and moan and yelp with pleasure.

When he slipped his hand away to tweak my nipple. I felt my vagina squeeze around his stiff cock, and an intense wave of pleasure crashed over both of us. I was dripping all over him.

"Omg, I love that! Squeeze me, baby!" he grunted through ragged panting breaths. He sounded almost enthralled. He was riding me harder, faster, his big body hot and sweaty, his hands tight around my bucking hips.

His deep voice, moaning and grunting as I flexed my muscles and squeezed him. He smacked my ass again hard in response, groaning with pleasure. His pumping barely slowed down as I threw my ass back into him. His balls kept slapping my clit roughly. He reached up and put his big hands on my shoulders while keeping pace.

Then he applied pressure, shoving his big dick further into me, so deep he could feel my tightness shape around every inch of him. He slowly pumped deeper till my pussy started to stretch around his thick base.

I was quivering; it was so fucking good. I was squeezing him out of me. He kept pushing forward to stay inside of me. I was mumbling into the sheets and telling him how amazing it felt, my toes curled, and my back curved. Finally, he couldn't stay inside me any longer.

"Fuck. Good girl! Fuck." His guttural noises made me tighten so much that I all but squeezed him out of me. When he pulled out, I was washed over with a combination of relief and a longing for him to put it back inside of me. He squeezed the base hard and told me he was on the very edge.

I was panting. I was moaning. I turned over and got on my back, beckoned him over. He crawled over me and kissed me hard and passionately. Our tongues danced together while I stroked him and guided him into me. He seemed to tease me again and waited a bit before slowly pressing into me.

"Daddy! I love it!" I moaned into his ear. I used my legs and feet to pull him into me, ready to urge him to the edge. His strong hips started slow but reached long, powerful strokes, pinning firmly to the mattress.

I felt his hot breath in my ear as he leaned down into me, cock throbbing hard. Pumping into me. He was in complete control ...I moaned deep, loud.

He put his hand around my neck and let out a loud, manly bellow, "Ah! Ah! ...Here. It. Comes." His eyes closed. My toes curled again. My pussy tightened around him. My nipples stiffened. And I let out a satisfied moan as I felt his hot cum flood me. He filled me and then some! I kissed him over and over and let him pull out of me, feeling the cum drizzle out onto my pussy lips and ass. We were both exhausted and in absolute bliss. It was like being high, drunk, and at peace with satisfaction. I felt a soft kiss on my neck, followed by big arms wrapping around me and his body hair on my back. We laid there cuddling for what seemed like forever. The aftercare was beautiful. I felt cared for and appreciated. I complimented him and gave him all the soft kisses and physical touch I could. I asked if he wanted to spend the night, and he enthusiastically said yes.

As we slept, I felt him spoon me, pressing his erection against my ass. I would stir awake and rub against him. This happened a couple of times during the night. Then I'd fall asleep pressed against his big body.

The Next Morning

I woke up first since I typically get up in the morning for an early run. He still had his arms wrapped around me and quietly snored (if you're reading this, you snore!) I snuck out of bed to take care of some household tasks. He was still asleep when I re-entered the room and tried to sneak back into bed, but I woke him up.

I apologized, and he said it's no problem. He doesn't mind the view first thing in the morning. I handed him a water bottle and cuddled up close while he drank it all (savor your drinks, damnit!). When he turned his attention back to me, I started kissing his neck and intermingled my legs around his, his arm wrapped back around my body, and his fingers lightly rubbed my bare ass. I could hear him holding back soft moans and was determined to get them out of him, so my hand drifted down to his balls. His hips twitched, "I'm not going to lie, sweetheart, they're a little sore." I quickly moved my hand up and gripped his stiffening cock. I asked, "you think you're sore? You felt how tight I was around you." I felt him twitch in my hands and could see his mind replaying the events of last night as I kept stroking his big dick, and he whispered a few "fucks". My lips found his weak point just beneath his earlobe, and he writhed a bit, but I didn't let him get away. His precum was making the handjob even easier.

He couldn't hold it in, pretty soon and was moaning into my ear. I asked if he wanted more. Yes, please, sweetheart." "Then ask." "Please suck my dick. Please." The second please sounded just desperate enough to convince me he wanted it.

I slid down his body, trying to hide my smile, but I couldn't help my excitement. I eagerly stroke him with two hands and rub his thick member on my face before sucking and licking his balls. I didn't care if they were sore. I wanted to play with them. They're so big and full and masculine and just a massive turn-on.

Fuck, babe, that feels good, but it also hurts a little bit. I apologized and asked if he wanted me to suck his big dick. He nodded. I got between his legs and took my time to worship his fat cock. Stroking it with both hands, licking and kissing every inch. I started slowly swirling my tongue around that fat head, then took his hardening cock into my mouth, gingerly rubbing his balls and base, driving him wild with pleasure.

I kept eye contact as I basically made out with his cock, making a mess all over his stiff length and balls. I even tried to no hands deep throat him a couple of times to show off. I was getting most of him in my mouth before coming back for air smiling and giggling for him. I crawled back up his body and kissed him while rubbing his cock against my wet pussy lips. I slowly took him. It took me a while to accommodate his length while he just moaned and mumbled about how good it felt. I rode him slowly, grinding along his length, feeling him stretch me over again. I wanted this all night. I took his hands and placed them on my ass. Once I was used to his size again, I took the lead. Pushed on his shoulders and started riding him hard. My ass slammed against his thick thighs, and I could feel his hands squeezing me for dear life.

I let my hips take over, and he was in heaven. His arms were trying to slow me down, but they couldn't. I loved his dick, and I liked watching him struggle to hold on. He was begging that if I didn't slow down, he was going to cum. He begged, but I rocked my hips harder on him till I could see his eye roll back and started to feel his dick pulse. I pulled out and let him burst all over my body. A couple of bursts of cum reached my tits. Not as much as last night, but still very impressive. I was turned on and kept rubbing my pussy against his dick before he softened. I told him I loved the mess he made. I noticed a lot of cum on him, so I lowered myself down his body and took his cock into my mouth again, sucking and licking him clean before cleaning my body with a towel.

Saying Goodbye We laid in bed for a little bit and basked in the afterglow. I rested my head on his chest and said he could take a shower before heading out. He squeezed me and said, yeah, he would like that. So I walked him to the shower and enjoyed the view. I got on my undies and a cute Calvin's bralette. Let the dog out into the backyard. I grabbed a couple of glasses and poured myself some juice. I was aching a little bit in the best way possible. And let my mind wander about how he looked washing his big body and contemplated joining him in the shower, but dismissed the notion despite my slightly soaking panties.

When he got out of the shower, he looked glowing, refreshed, and ready to go. I gave him a glass of juice, and he swigged it down like it was a shot lol I apologized for kicking him out, but he assured me I had absolutely nothing to apologize for. He told me he had a fantastic time and hoped we could stay in touch because he'd love to take me out to grab some food and get to know me even better. I said, yeah, I'd like that. He asked if I wouldn't mind giving him a spin so he could get one last look at me before he left. I smiled and indulged him. We shared a sweet kiss and said our goodbyes.

Once he drove off, I grabbed some clothes, hopped in the shower, grabbed the showerhead, moved it over my clit, and thought about everything. His lips, his tongue, his fingers, how his hair felt in my hands, how amazing he felt stretching me, his grip on my ass, and every shared moan. I let the water massage my clit until my legs shook, and I had to brace myself against the titles of the shower walls. The waves of pleasure crashed over me. I stared down at my quaking body, remembering each compliment and word of praise he gave me. I caught my breath, savored the sweet relief, then composed myself. I finished my shower and returned to my house sitting, fully satisfied and happily sore.

What made this meet-up so remarkable was that he made me feel so safe and cared for, regardless if he was tongue deep inside me, sliding his cock down my throat, spooning me, or rubbing my back. He communicated clearly, double-checked my comfort, and cared about my well-being. He listened to me and made me feel like the only person in the world when I was with him. I have a good feeling I made him feel the same way, and I reciprocated that energy, care, and enthusiasm.

Truly grateful for this experience. I may post here again. Who knows. But I know for sure I will stay in contact with him and was happy to have shared such an intimate and pleasurable connection.

TL;DR Posted on here, clicked with a sexy older bear of a man. Met for drinks. Went back to my place. Made out. Got naked. Got tongue fucked. Rode his face. To the bedroom. Ate out from behind. Toys, tongue, and fingers on my back. Mind-numbing orgasm. I begged for dick. Got fucked deep from behind. Passionate fucking on my back. Overflowing creampie. Aftercare, cuddles, and sleep. Wake. Messy morning head. Rode his dick. He can't hold back. Cum on my body and tits. Kisses. Goodbyes. Showerhead fun. Water-fueled orgasm. Amazing weekend.