Hello all. I’m NK, an avid reader and fan of this website, and a first-time writer. I am from Hyderabad. I came to California, USA, to pursue my master’s. I am 6ft tall, dusky, and 6 inches down under. By the way, I am 26 years old.
Enough about me, so let’s dive into the story. This is my first encounter in the States. I came for my master’s in August 2019, and like any other person who comes for a master’s, I had my fair share of struggles.
I had a girlfriend back in India. We were in a long-distance relationship. Things were initially great. We used to chat, sext, and video calls, but we both longed for physical intimacy.
Eventually, our calls were reduced, and our chats dried up. Sexting was replaced with “Good Mornings and Good Nights” sexual talk with fights. This led to us breaking up.
The breakup was hard, and to make matters worse, we had yet to block each other on Instagram. It was her birthday, and I saw her celebrating happily with some of her guy friends.
This caused me to rage, and I created profiles on all the Dating apps known to me: Tinder, Bumble, Hinge, Dil Mil, OK Cupid, POF, etc. My only agenda was to get laid, nothing short of it.
“Recent breakup. I’m looking for nothing serious here for fun and hook-ups.”
That was my bio. It’s pretty lame now that I think of it, but those were the days. I started swiping right on everyone, with no age limit, ethnicity, or other limit.
I guess the only limit I had was distance. I didn’t want to travel too long just for sex. Days went by, and I had a couple of likes. Maybe beginner’s luck, I guess, but most of those were drunk swipes or scammers who wanted money. With the passage of each day, my confidence started to take a hit.
My hope declined to a point where I gave up the thought of getting any luck of finding a pussy to pound. I continued with my part-time and other college stuff. One day, or to be precise at 7.36 pm, on a Thursday night, I got a notification on Tinder saying, “You have a match.”
I didn’t check it until 9:07 pm when I saw the notification. I opened the app to learn that I had already received a message from her. Wendy (Name Changed) is a 20-year-old who lives 0.2 miles away. She was an undergraduate student at my university who lived nearby.
“Free tonight?” the message she left. Seeing a match, its proximity, and the message, I thanked my stars. I felt lucky and confident that I could get laid that night. I replied, saying, “Yes, want to catch up?”
When I hit the send button, I started refreshing the app like a freak. I anxiously waited for her to respond, staring at the screen, thinking I could use my telekinesis powers to make her respond. I acted weird and nervous, strolling back and forth at the bus stop.
Time started to pass. Minutes felt like hours, and with every passing minute, my anxiety was reaching a new personal best. Finally, at 9.28 pm, she responded.
“Sure, your place or mine. What do you prefer?”
“Your place, mine is crowded with folks,” I replied.
“LOL, that was fast, cool, meet me at xxxxx,” She replied
“Okay, ping you once I’m there,” I replied and started walking towards the address she gave
I took coffee to keep myself warm and awake for an all-nighter. I started walking and reached the destination by 10:10 pm. Once I was close by, I pinged Wendy. A solid 7 minutes passed, and I thought it was a prank.
Someone might be getting a good laugh out of this. How stupid and naive I was and how desperate I was. All this and many more things crossed my mind. Slowly, I began to set the navigation to my apartment, cursing my luck. I started walking, following the navigation on my phone.
That’s when I heard a door squeak open, and I paused my movement. A couple of houses away from where I was, I saw a silhouette of a person. They were looking around, searching for something. Their line of vision landed in my direction and stopped moving.
I get a ping on my phone, which says, “I’m here.” When I look up again at that dark figure, they start waving at me. That’s when I realised that that dark figure could be Wendy. Hopeful of the outcome, I walked towards the person. To my luck, or whatever you call it, Wendy was there standing and smiling at me.
“Hey, sorry I was in the restroom, so I could not ping you soon,” Wendy says as she extends her arm for a handshake.
“No worries, at last, you made it. That’s what matters,” I reply, shaking Wendy’s hand.
Once the pleasantries were out of the way, we headed up to her room on the second floor of the building, where she lived alone. Wendy’s room was cosy and dim-lit, excellent for a romantic evening setup. I made myself comfortable.
We spoke initially, trying to understand what we wanted and why, and other usual awkward stranger conversations. Once all the words were out, I didn’t know what to do, nor did Wendy. Silence took over for a while. But I knew I had to do something, or it would end as a wasted opportunity.
About Wendy, she is a Korean, 5ft tall. She was wearing a blue full-sleeve t-shirt with her sorority logo and black leggings, I guess, or tracks with an overcoat. She was a fit woman with assets measuring 34-C, 30, and 36 (I asked her later, and she did tell me)
Wendy was also part of our college cheerleading team. Thus, she had an extremely hot and way out of the league in person. The only reason she swiped right on me and met me on a moment’s notice was my bio. And her current state of desiring emotionless sex.
Either way, I thanked my stars for placing me in the right place at the right time. While I was busy thanking, Wendy brought me back to reality by saying, “Shall we?” It felt weird, but I didn’t mind it. I stood up and started stripping my layers of clothes.
I am a hairy guy and was conscious about it, but that night, I wasn’t and stripped all the way to my undies. Wendy scanned me and smiled, which boosted my confidence, making me stand tall. Seeing me almost naked, Wendy started to strip.
Oh my, she was way too hot than I could imagine. My eyes were glued onto her. The moment her shirt came off, I had my mouth wide open. Arrested in her polka-dotted full-cup bra was her caramel skin-toned boobs. I lowered my line of sight.
I witnessed her sculpted abdomen and navel region with perfect love handles. Wendy moved to remove her bottoms swiftly. That revealed her navy blue panties covering up the price for the night. All the while, Wendy had her eyes fixated on me too.
The thing I missed to acknowledge as I was lost in her beauty was my raging boner, which formed a tent over my underwear. My dick showed its fullest potential. As a tribute to the hot and sexy woman in whose presence I was. I smiled at her and tried to calm my nerves.
But the moment she smiled back, my legs moved. Involuntary action was taken on my behalf, and I stood right before her. My physique was towering over her petite figure. Slowly, I held her hands and looked straight into her eyes.
Wendy gave a minuscule nod. But that was enough for me to go ahead and lock our lips for the first time in the night. Our lips stuck onto each other, sucking and dwelling into the depths of each other’s mouth. Tongues joined the party as I started to suck Wendy’s lower lip and clash against her teeth occasionally.
It felt like we wanted to eat each other’s faces off. Gradually, we moved while making sure our kiss didn’t break against Wendy’s bedframe, a full bed frame with my legs hanging out. Falling onto the bed, we continued our kissing and body exploration.
I bit Wendy’s tongue and kissed her with vigour. At the same time, my hands started moving all over her back. I quickly undid her bra hooks and moved downwards to undo the panties. I was being a bit aggressive and moving swiftly.
I assumed that Wendy enjoyed my dominant behaviour as she started to play along. In no time, Wendy was naked and under me. I pushed my underwear out of the equation, too, and climbed on her to continue kissing her. I focused on her cheek, neck, and shoulder, followed by the upper region of the chest region.
I focused my attention away from her juicy lips onto her body. Wendy started to enjoy it and moaned loudly. Once I reached the boobs, I didn’t rush as I am a boob-fetish guy. I took my sweet time. I initially started to squeeze the boobs and started grabbing them with a tighter grip every time I circled them.
This tightened grip of mine made Wendy moan and shout louder. Slowly I moved my face close to the brown nipples and started kissing and sucking them. I dig my face into her cleavage. Biting, sucking the boobs, alternating taking turns in exploring both of them to my heart’s content.
Wendy’s moans ranged from “Oh yeah baby” to “Oh fuck” to “Yes” throughout the night. I bit, pinched, twisted, sucked, played with the boobs and the nipples to a point. They were wet and sticky from my saliva. I headed down towards the navel region.
Showering Wendy’s navel and her abdomen region with kisses. It made her chuckle. I played with her navel button. Using my tongue and finger, I started playing with it, making her laugh and giggle quite a lot.
I was going further south to explore her pussy, but Wendy had other plans. She pulled me up, looked me dead in the eye, and asked, “Condom?”
I nodded affirmatively.
“Good, grab it,” she responded. I quickly went through my bag, took the condom, and showed her.
She grabbed it from my hand, tore the outer layer, and bent to put it on my dick ASAP. I was confused but turned on heavily by her act. Wendy bent over, kissed the tip of my dick, and rolled the condom onto my dick.
“Which position do you want to start in, buddy?” She asked
“Anything you are comfortable with,” I replied.
“Fine, let us go conventional then,” Wendy replied.
She adjusted on the mattress, spreading her legs wide to accommodate me. I hold my dick with my hand and guide it through her pussy very meticulously. I don’t know why I did that, but I did it. I guess that was the only smooth thing I did during that fuck.
I started moving my dick in and out of her and gaining some momentum and rhythm. Once I obtained both, I started catching speed, and I started ramping through her pussy faster and harder.
My 6-inch hard dick was going in and out of Wendy’s pussy at a brisk pace. Now and then, I hug her tight and push my dick to the limits of her pussy walls.
All this thrusting and pounding made Wendy hug me tight and dig her teeth deep into my shoulder. Surfacing through the pain, I pound her even more brutally and deeper. I felt like I was possessed that night. I held Wendy’s hands above her head and angled my body to a side.
I started ramping her pussy as if I was going to tear it. I kept on pounding her for a while in missionary to start it off, then moved to cowgirl, where she was riding me like a champ. Pulling my chest hair as I was smacking her butt cheek.
Jumping and moving at a pace where her ass was colliding with my pelvic region, causing a thap sound to reverberate throughout her room. We continued for a while in that position. I enjoyed banging her in the cowgirl position as it gave me good visibility of her swinging boobs.
We decided to finish it off in a hanging garden position. I leaned her against the cold wall and thrust my dick deep inside her, and continued. Wendy kept moaning but was never loud. The temperatures were not so high, but we were still sweating.
Amidst all of this, I was on the verge of cumming and informed her the same. Wendy asked me to keep going and started rubbing her clit. I continued with my strokes. As I was inching towards my climax, I sensed even she was.
Eventually, we both finished around the same time, with my gushing my hot liquid into the condom. At the same time, Wendy shivered and wrapped herself even tighter around my body.
Carefully walking back, we both fall onto the bed and rest to catch our breaths. Once we seize our breaths, we look at each other and smile.
“I hope you have more,” Wendy says as I unwrap myself from her.
I smile and nod, and so does Wendy.
That’s all for my first experience in the USA, folks. I shall write more depending on the response to this story. For more information, or if any woman wants some action or for chat or feedback, please feel free to contact me at [email protected].