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She was a backpacker I met downtown one day. We talked for a while and we got on great. We made plans to meet up later at a bar. We drank and partied until the bar closed, I walked her back to her hostel, just as we approached her door, I thought “fuck it” and I kissed her. She smiled, bit her lower lip, and said, “Let’s go to your place.”
When we got back to my apartment, I switched the bathroom light on. We kissed and started undressing each other down to our “undies.” We just stood there for a moment just kissing and feeling each other up. She navigated her hands across, then behind my neck. I slid my fingers slowly up her spine, up her neck. Wrapping one hand around her back and the other on her ass, I lifted her onto the bed. I easily removed her first bra clasp, but really struggled removing the second. Eventually she had to go on her side and rip it off.
The foreplay was fantastic. I moved to biting her neck then I went to her breasts. She had a tiny cute spot near her left nipple.
I removed her underwear.
Feeling super grateful, because it was my first time, I went down on her. Her taste was without a doubt the greatest thing I ever tasted. Incomparable to literally anything. I started turning and twisting my tongue inside her, while pinching her nipples. She started arching her spine as she buried her fingers into my hair grasping and rubbing around my head almost searching for something. Before I knew it my mouth was dry as fuck.
Then she got a cramp on her right foot. Insert awkward moment. So I began kissing her, going down her leg to her toes, until I was massaging her foot with my hands. She wrapped her hands around my back and she took off my boxers.
Then we did it.
When it was over she went into the bathroom. When she came out, I pretended to be sleeping. She came back and pulled up a blanket around us and lied straight down on my left hand, for about a minute. I was about to release it out from under her. She slowly took my hand and glided it over her waist and we interlocked wrists, but I awkwardly outstretched my other arm, into the “superhero arm” position (rookie mistake).
Not to sound too sappy, but we just laid there together. I watched her for what seemed hours. For the first time in my life, I was completely content while petrified at the same time, as I knew this moment would eventually pass and I wanted to remember ever second of it.
Eventually when she woke up, she sat up on the bed, stretched out her spine and looked around then at me and smiled.
She went for a shower and dried herself off, she got dressed in front of me, we chatted for a bit, she said had to get breakfast at her hostel, and then she was gone.
Even today when I find strands of her hair around, I get a big stupid smile on my face.