A French Hinge date [F19] made me [M21] cum in my pants at the park [MF]
This story takes place a few summers ago (23 now but was 21 then). I was interning in Manhattan at the time so I was spending most of my days at work. Having been single for a few months, I was excited to start getting myself out there again. I found myself swiping through Tinder profiles and sending messages on Hinge whenever I was on a break at work- this is how I met Margot.
Margot was a French university student who was taking a summer English course. To give you an idea of her physically, I thought she looked very similar to Elizabeth Olsen. She had some freckles and really pretty blue/green eyes. Her hair was naturally brunette, but she had it dyed in a light-blonde shade. She was pretty short (probably around 5'2) and had a slim/athletic build.
As soon as she replied to my message on Hinge, I was crushing hard. I thought she was really cute and she was really interested in exploring the city. I took every possible opportunity at work to reply to her and we agreed that we would meet at Central Park once I got off.
As soon as I clocked out, I all but bolted to the train. However, as it was summertime in Manhattan, it was incredibly humid. I felt very uncomfortable in my dress clothes. By the time I made it to the park, I was sweating through my shirt. As excited as I had been, I was now very nervous to meet Margot.
When she arrived, she called me and we eventually waved each other down. As I walked towards her, and got a better look at her, I felt my body somehow heat up even more. She was wearing a really cute red and white sundress with some short heels. As cliche as it might sound, she looked even better than in her profile pictures.
I said hello, and was about to explain how embarrassed I was about my shirt, when Margot did something that caught me completely off guard. She grabbed me by the back of my head and kissed me on each cheek. I know this is a common greeting in France, but I had not been expecting it at all. Not only was I immediately put at ease by the smile on her face, but I was also a bit "excited" after having such a beautiful girl kiss me like that.
From there, we aimlessly walked around Central Park talking about our lives, how New York compared to Paris, university, whatever. Margot was far from fluent in English, but she knew enough for us to understand each other and joke around. Something I admired immediately was how care-free and fun she seemed to be. She was quick to laugh and it was always very cute when she did. We shared some tacos from a cart and then got ice cream as we walked.
It wasn't long before we were holding hands. Around sunset, we decided to climb one of the rocks and relax a little. It had cooled down a lot and we sat in a way where Margot had her legs laying over mine. I made some stupid joke and I remember thinking how amazing her smile looked with those freckles and her almost-glowing eyes. I looked at her lips and then back at her eyes, and we started kissing.
I do not know if anyone else has had a similar experience, but I think there is a reason we revere the French kiss as much as we do. Margot kissed me so passionately and intensely that it nearly knocked me back. Having our tongues dance and wrestle like that had me immediately straining my business pants. After being lost in her kiss for a few minutes, I suddenly remembered where we were and checked if anyone was around. We were in a pretty secluded part of the park and now that the sun had gone down, it was pretty dark.
We continued this pattern of passionately making out and then checking if we were alone for a while. And at this point, I was incredibly turned on. When we started kissing again, I started running my hand from Margot's face down to her hip and pulling her closer to me. She was basically sitting on my lap at this point. Her hand found its way under my shirt and she began tracing her nails down my chest.
I started kissing her neck and this seemed to light a fire in her. Margot began moaning something in French (which was incredibly hot) and lowered her hand to the bulge in my pants. I was incredibly hard at this point and she smiled when she felt my bulge in her hand. She stood up for a second and then she kneeled to mount me.
While we were both still fully clothed, I had my dick pressing against her clit under the sundress. She started lightly rocking back and forth on me as I grabbed her ass cheeks in both of my hands. I was doing my best not to moan too loud but I was struggling with Margot's moans and French curses in my ear. It wasn't long before I could feel myself leaking precum in my pants.
There was a lot of eye contact and occasional kissing, but we were both anxious of someone spotting us. We kept checking over each other's shoulders and burying our faces in each other's chests when we needed to moan. I would have been extremely turned on doing something like this with Margot anyways, but the fact that it was in public was so thrilling.
As we continued to hump against each other, the intensity picked up. It hurt a little against the rock, but it felt too good to care. Eventually, I could feel my orgasm building. I told Margot and suggested that we should maybe stop, but she told me she wanted to watch me cum. I grabbed her ass even harder and pulled her tighter against my cock.
I started humping against Margot faster and stronger. At this point, I didn't even care if someone saw us. All I cared about was looking in her eyes as I came. I was getting louder telling Margot I was about to cum and she put her hand over my mouth. It was so hot moaning into her hand like that. She was softly saying, "Ouiiiiii" over and over again as she looked at me and I lost it. My body shuddered as I pulled her tight against me and came hard in my pants.
After that, we spent a little more time walking around, but we kept stopping to kiss. I had work in the morning so I eventually had to start making my way home. We made plans to meet up again the next day and had a few more fun experiences together in the weeks before she went back to Paris.
