Last year, one of my friends was getting married in Australia, and I was invited along as a guest.

I arrived a few days before the wedding, to hang with the couple and some of their friends. Amongst them this girl, R, one of the bridesmaids. At first, I didn’t pay much attention to her. Sure, she seemed nice and kind, but we didn’t have much interaction. I caught her looking at me a few times, but didn’t think much of it.

Then came the wedding day. I arrived, took my seat, and waited for the ceremony to start. And then I saw R again. Only this time, I couldn’t take my eyes of her. She was dressed in a beige dress, that hugged her beautiful, slim body just perfect. Her hair was set in a way I can’t describe, which highlighted some beautiful details in her face, including her big, blue eyes. And her smile - just to die for. The bride was beautiful, but R took my focus completely.

After the ceremony, dinner was served. I was placed right next to her and therefore got to spend the next few hours getting to know her better. She was both funny and intelligent, and that combined with her killer looks. I almost fell in love right then and there.

Following dinner was the party. It was a fun night, which ended with she, I and one of the other bridesmaids going swimming in our underwear in the pool at the house where the party was hosted. And that revealed another thing about her - her fit body. No wonder that dress fit her so well.

Some hour later, the party ended. We hugged goodbye and she gave me her Instagram, asking me to stay in touch.

So I did. The next day, I texted her on Instagram and we quickly got talking. Texts turned into VM’s, which turned into a call. And all of a sudden, we had a date planned. I couldn’t believe my luck.

The date was a fairly casual thing. She was a local, I wasn’t, so she took me on a tour of the city. We had originally decided on spending just a few hours together, but she ended up cancelling another thing she had planned, so we could continue hanging out. After a few hours, we found a place, had dinner and then after that, we ventured back towards my hotel, where we kissed goodbye outside.

Admittedly, that was a bit of a downer. The vibe between us and everything on the date was leading up to something more happening - and she had probably felt it too, because at one point during dinner, we talked about having sex on the first date, to which her opinion was that she didn’t want to do that. But of course I respected her decision.

I went back up to my room, and had barely closed the door behind me before she called. I picked up, and the first thing she said was that she had regretted her statement earlier, and asked if she could come to my room anyway. Needless to say, I answered an immediate yes.

Minutes later, she knocked on the door. I was stone hard at this point, and could feel my cock pulsating in my pants. I opened the door, and she immediately kissed me. We closed the door behind us, still kissing, and she tore off her clothes so fast that I barely noticed it. She laid down on the bed, I spread her legs and started licking her. She began moaning immediately and it didn’t take long until she was soaking wet.

After a short while she sat up, I followed, we continued to make out and she started unbuttoning my pants. When she had pulled them down enough, my dick bounced out and was pointing straight at her. She almost shouted “OH MY GOD!” and just stared at it for a few seconds, moving her head around it. Then started slowly stroking me with one hand, and licking the tip with her tongue.

She went on to start sucking me, and did so with real passion. It isn’t often a blowjob can make me cum, but I was about to burst so quickly from hers. While she sucked me, I complimented her and told her how much I wanted her. And after a few minutes, she stopped, and asked me to fuck her, “but be gentle. I haven’t tried one so big before.”

I lubed up, went back to the bed and slowly started penetrating her while we kept making out. Gently at first, but for each push I went a little bit deeper. She enjoyed it. Between the kisses, she moaned loudly, and kept whispering in my ear that she wanted more. She was tight, but so wet, and it just felt so damn good. When we reached a point where it started to hurt her, we changed position, to her riding me so she could control the tempo and depth better.

We kept on for quite a while. Both came several times. Can’t even remember how many, but by the end of the night I was completely dry. She stayed over and we continued the day after. Over the next few days, I basically spent most of the time either in her bedroom or my hotel room.

We had a ton of sex the last days I was in Australia, and kept sexting for some weeks after I came back home.