My First No Strings Hookup left my legs shaking [FM]

Looking back fondly a few years to my very first NSA hookup - before that, I'd always used the pretense of dating for romance. This time, when I (F39 at the time) met this guy (M43 at the time) online - we were both looking for something casual. I had been single for a while and was happy, but horny, and he had just finalized his divorce.

From the jump, he was a good communicator and sent detailed, strategic messages - some explicit, some logistical, some just for connection. I was really attracted to the way he knew what he wanted and how to articulate it.

He also kept a lot of emotional distance, "breaking" rarely. This turned me on so much- both his withholding affection, and the inconsistency of his care, which felt like confetti when it did show up.

When it came to describing his desires and what he wanted to do to me, he was intimate, forthcoming, and direct.

I had told him I tend to orgasm easily and repeatedly, but that my sex partners haven't been up to let me just keep coming like I know my body is capable of. Maybe he was just promising me the moon, but he told me, "All I want is to feel you come on my face, he said, repeatedly. I want to feel you quiver. I want to hear you moan."

I had never done this kind of NSA meet up before, so I was nervous. I met up with him at a coffee shop for a safety check and vibe check, and felt comfortable immediately. We got so busy talking about our common interests, we spent an hour chatting before remembering why we were there, and deciding to go to my place.

When we got to my house, our feet were cold from the rain. We sat on my couch in front of the fire and talked for another 20 minutes, no touching. He asked if he could take a shower.

Because he had mentioned a few scenarios in our messages leading up to our meeting, I asked, "where am I supposed to be when you come out?" The answer, which was also something we'd discussed, was that I was to be in my bedroom, on my bed, naked, in Happy Baby (a yoga pose), with my eyes closed, pussy facing the door.

I was nervous to say yes to that. This was a lot to ask. We had just met, had never even kissed, and he's asking me to be exposed to him so vulnerably.

His treatment of me was super detached when talking about sex. (Very relational when talking about our common interests). I wondered if he even liked me. The detechtment made me feel like an object, a means to an end, not like myself, the very real woman in front of him. 
I asked, "Are you even attracted to me? We've been together for an hour, and I don't see you looking at me with any affection or attraction. You're not looking at my boobs, you're not looking at my body. There's a charge, a chemistry I'm used to feeling from someone who wants me, and I'm not getting it. I can't get myself into that mindset from where I am now."

He said, "I have been looking at your boobs, I'm just more smooth about it than you're used to."

I asked if he could kiss me. I hated having to ask, but he agreed. He got close and kissed me gently, then more insistently. Then quickly pulled back, announced he was going to rinse off, and would see me in a moment.

I knew I only had a few minutes to get the lighting nice in the room, corral the dogs into the other room, undress myself, and assume the position.

The 15 seconds between him exiting the bathroom and him opening the bedroom door felt like an eternity. I was so nervous. I was so exposed - feet in the air, my pussy fully offered up to a complete stranger from the internet who would be opening my bedroom door in just moments. My heart stopped when the water turned off. "Can I come in?" I heard him ask. "Please do", I told him

I heard him moan when he walked in the door. It was primal. I had my eyes closed, but first felt his hands on my outer hips, and firmly kneading my hips, outer thighs, outer glutes. It was the perfect pressure - not too gentle, which would tickle, but slow yet insistent.

He started brushing his fingers down the backs of my thighs, from behind my knees down to my butt, and starting again behind my knees. Eventually, his downward brushes headed inward as he built up my anticipation. His fingers neared my vulva and eventually he let one finger land just below my vaginal opening. He dragged it up from there in a circle, just inside my outer lips. He circled several times, which felt magical, with intensity building as he neared my clit and passed by to circle round again. He switched up the pattern of the tracing, now teasing me more intentionally. His finger traced the curve of my labia, dragging his finger on one side and then the other, from the perienum, along the curve of my outer lips, to the top, and starting again at the bottom on and go up the other side. He looked at me while doing this, and took in the view. His eyes were pure desire. He had texted me about this exact scenario and positioning, and I could tell he was very pleased to have his fantasy realized. He reached a hand up to grab a breast, to pinch a nipple. As he moved back to my vulva, my breath caught. He ran his finger from my perienum across my vaginal opening to my clit, and repeated that as I held my breath. He flattened his fingers and rubbed my clit back and forth, very briefly, as I let out my first groan. Then he lowered his mouth to me.

He used a soft, wide tounge to gently slide from just below my opening, up to the top, covering and soaking my entire pussy with saliva. He repeated this several times before making his tongue more rigid, narrow, and starting again. As he passed my vaginal opening, I craved penetration, and as he reached my clit, I wanted focused attention. He continued like this and pulled back to stare at my pussy. He took one finger and wiggled my clit left to right, fast. I came quickly, instantly, a tiny dribble escaping. The game was on.

He made me come a second time, just like that, then lowered to take my whole vulva in his mouth, suctioning, flicking my clit, and sucking my clit again. This was my first big wave of orgasms. He did not let up for a moment, and I moaned and panted under his lips, as he assaulted my clit with his tongue. The pressure in my pussy was magical and overwhelming and I swore I was going to explode into stardust. The level of pleasure was unbelievable and he was enjoying each new squeak, screech, and moan that came out of me as I writhed underneath his mouth. He finally gave me a break, dragging his shower towel across his face and smiling at me, huge. "You weren't kidding about that", he told me, gesturing with his eyes down to my pussy, which was still throbbing from my last orgasm.

I signed, looking up at the ceiling. I was grateful for a moment to recover, catching my breath, with my knees pulled into my chest. All of a sudden, I felt his cock penetrate me and fill me up instantly. I was very surprised and instantly delighted. I hadn't realized he'd positioned himself, as my pussy was still contracting from the orgasms under his tongue. Now, a very different sensation - complete fullness and extreme bliss. I grabbed my toes to return to happy baby, and he intercepted my feet on place them on his chest and shoulders instead, thrusting into me from behind my legs. His cock was big: length above average, about 7", but a girth like I've never seen. I felt my insides stretching to accommodate him and clamping down as he stroked my front wall, delivering ripples of pleasure each time he backed out. He grabbed my feet, repositioned them again, this time on his belly, and parted my knees to the side- he kept thrusting, but now had access to my vulva. He gently circled my clit with two fingers, spitting on them for extra lubrication. His penetration already had me on cloud nine, thinking about my life plans - do whatever is necessary to have this man fuck me as often as possible. Then, once he started, the clit attention was almost too much and I asked him to go easy on me.

Very lightly, with the tip of his index finger, he quickly tapped my clit. It was already swollen but my clit jumped to attention.

Keeping that one finger gently on my clit, maintaining his thrusting rhythm, I was going to come very soon. Suddenly, his finger moved, and instead of a light but solid touch, he moved just below my clit, so his very finger tip touched the bottom, and very quickly rubbed right and left. That was it- I came hard, and I felt it deep in my cervix, in my vaginal walls, in my external clit, my internal clit and g spot, and my urethra. Temporarily, I couldn't see or hear a thing, I could only feel the waves of my massive orgasm rippling out. As I rejoined this world, I realized I was gushing, and that he was loving it- he continued to wiggle my overstimulated clit back and forth and "accidentally" brush my urethra to trigger me to squirt. I was still on a huge pleasure rush, and he was still thrusting in and out of me.

I was exhausted, but he was just getting started. He walked halfway around the bed, pulling my legs along with him. I was now in the middle of the bed, oriented with my head at the headboard. He crawled onto the bed and deliberately folded each of my legs to make room for him to lean over and then on top of me. He licked his fingers to wet my pussy, then grinned remembering it was already wet. My feet planted on either side of his hips, I lifted my pelvis to meet him as he slid into me. He propped himself up above me, pumping in and out of me slowly, deliciously. He wasn't talking much, but he grunted "you better come again". I was certainly on my way. I loved the way he was fucking me, and every time he pulled all the way out my vaginal muscles would pulse for him again. He lowered to one elbow and bit my neck gently as I scratched my nails all over his back. He pooled my left breast into his right hand and sucked hard on my nipple, which let off waves of desire deep in my vagina. I was whimpering a sound that felt like no/yes — no, this is too intense, it's too much and yes, please keep going. The whimpers got faster and higher pitched until my whole body clenched forwards - my knees, head and elbows curled inwards, my abs contracted from my pelvis to my sternum, and my pussy bore down hard on him, still thrusting in and out of me. It has a hard, intense, long orgasm, and I groaned and groaned as it took me.

Chris backed up out of me and changed his spot again. Now standing on the other side of the bed, he indicated for me to flip to my belly and scoot my head to the edge of the bed, near him. He tilted my chin up and held his cock in his hand, and looked between it and my mouth. I was happy to open wide to take him in, while also hesitant about his size, my skill, and this angle. This was a totally new position to me, but it was easy - I could focus on taking him deep into my mouth without worrying about the rhythm, as he was in control of that. After I gagged a few times, he helped me back up and directed me onto all fours, where we finished in doggy style. The sensation of him sliding along the front wall of my vagina lit up my entire body, plus his hands on my hips— I about died, and I came on his cock before he finally flipped me over so he could let go all over my belly. I looked up at him as he panted, his hands on my knees, me covered in him.

"That was intense," I told him. "Is this how your encounters always go?"

"What do you mean?" he asked me, genuinely confused. "I've never done this before."

That day was just the beginning.