I have been on the site for a year or so, and I thought I would share some experiences.
My journey into discovering swingers came with a couple of meets via a dating app. There are two more stories there, and many years previously some fun threesomes and one on one.
We had spent a week or so exchanging messages on the site, then some phone calls and pictures on text. She was a single mum, keen to still share great sex, but struggling to find it in the small highland town she lived in. We shared a few fantasies, she spoke of rarely climaxing during sex, and generally we built some anticipation. Finally we both agreed the mutual spark was there, and met for a brief coffee at a café first. There and then we arranged to meet at the hotel where I stay for work most weeks, in a few nights time when she could get a baby sitter in.
After what seemed an age of waiting after finishing work, I got the text that said 'see you in 10'. Soon enough she called to say she was outside – I went down to meet her and we kissed on the cheeks outside. She looked stunning, a real redhead, curvy and wearing some lovely tight jeans and tight boots, and a black low cut top, showing off her more than ample boobs. Taking her by the hand, I led her back through the hotel and upstairs to my room.
We chatted a few minutes, I made a brew and we chatted some more. Simple things, and the conversation turned to our excitement about meeting, and our sexts we had sent. It was great to be able to speak about them openly. Her north Scottish accent, perfume and smile had me so hot.
'I want to kiss you' I said, 'and more...'
She put down her cup of tea and leant in for that first, slightly nervous kiss. We sank into the sofa we were sat on, I held her face and we kissed deeply. She reached round me to pull me in close, I was roving a hand across her, I could feel her warmth and softness, her curves, her keenness. My hand slid down across her breasts, but they were encased in top and bra. I wanted to see them and touch them.
I sat her up and reached to lift up her top. Her boobs were even bigger than I though, but still covered in a (lovely, blue) bra. Seeing me look, she reached round and unclipped her bra, freeing herself. Her large breasts sagged down, her nipples were a large brown oval with a lovely little nub, just offset to the outside of centre. I bent down, cupped her right breast and used light touches of my tongue to swirl around the areola, without yet touching the delightful nipple. Quite quickly, I took her nipple into my mouth, licking and sucking gently. She pulled my head in, clearly enjoying the sensation. My hand moved to her other breast, while my mouth continued on the first one.
After a few seconds she pushed me back upright, and started to unbutton my shirt. 'its not fair, you not being undressed, when I am all out here on display!' she said. I removed my shirt, and she immediately bent down to remove her boots. She stood up, her ample cleavage pressing against me. I am 6', and she was only about 5'2", so I had to bend down to kiss her upturned face. Her hands were on my bum, and mine were on her breasts again. As she was so short, it was hard to reach her bum, so I knelt right down, bringing her jean top into my view - I just immediately started unbuttoning them. In one simple movement, I slid them down over her hips, and she helped by lifting her legs to removed them completely, and I took her socks off as well.
I stood, cupped her face and kissed her, at the same time moving back and turning her around. This meant I could gently but firmly put her back onto the bed. I stood above her, looking down and she looked amazing. Long red hair spread across the white duvet, breasts flat down but with those lovely nipples still taught and black panties against her white skin. She was a mum, and had a few stretch marks to show that she tried to hide under her arm, and she apologised for not being perfect. I disagreed – in that moment, I was so full of lust for her, and thought she looked stunning.
I unbuckled my belt, and swiftly pulled off trousers and boxers to reveal my rigid cock. It had been that way since she had arrived at the hotel, but in this moment it had become really hard, almost painful, with the rush of blood. She reached up for my cock and gently stroked it, almost sitting up and intending to give me a blow job. I had other ideas, and bent over, reaching for and easing down her black thong, sliding them right off her legs.
I could now see her lovely shaved pussy, with a pair of slightly protruding inner lips showing. I sank to my knees, gently parted her knees and started kissing gently up her thigh. I could now smell her aroma, and gently parted her lips with my fingers, looking for her clit. To my delight, she was wet, a lovely pink colour inside and a perfect little clit was presented to my gaze. My tongue went to work, tasting her and feeling the mix of smooth inner labia and slightly coarser shaved area. She was loving it, gasping and holding onto my hand and head as I worked.
