Adventure and Exploration
This request was made via DM so I won’t be tagging anyone. No simulation necessary, but the is will be a pretty long one shot. I hope I meet whatever expectations you have of me. 🫣 The parameters were: me4masc, very gentle intox (alcohol), picking them up per request, strap play, and I’m on top. Happy smutting!
If someone would’ve told me I would be driving around random streets in the middle of Europe, at 11:30 at night, I would tell them they need to be cut off from whatever they’re drinking. If they would’ve followed up with the fact I’m in Europe meeting a group of strangers from the internet for funsies, I would ask if they fell and hit their pretty little head on the pavement. But here I am; driving in the middle of the night, to the bar I left a few hours prior because of my jet lag, picking one of these heathens up.
The lot of us met on an inconspicuous blogging site, and we all became some sort of connected because of three factors: all of 6 of us are lesbians, all of us are a little depraved, and all of us want some sort of community- then found each other. I live the furthest away, in the states, everyone else is a days drive or so, and I’ve never been out of the country. This entire experience was really a high risk roll for me, but I was willing to take it. I needed to. I needed them. They act like they want me around, and I’m grateful for that.
Just as I pull up to the bar in my rental a text comes through the dash
I see you
I’m sure you do
Well then stop the car
Don’t tell me what to do🖕🏼
I can’t it’s too much fun
Coming to a full stop I see a silhouette emerge from next to the bar's entrance, saunter to the door and open it. The humidity hits me and I want to die- because I’m in my button up still and I was thinking about going exploring before going to bed but then it rained. Get the fuck in the car, gremlin, you’re letting all the cool air out. Chill out, I’m trying not to fall in the car, thank you for coming though. Did you keep drinking? Kind of but not enough to be drunk, I’m just a little buzzed. I shake my head and wait for the cabin to cool a bit. What happened to your sister? I thought she was picking you up? She was but we got in an argument- she knew some of you got a car too, so she’s doing sisterly things. Well it sounds like she’s being an assh- I get to be mad at her, not you. My hands go up okayyy okay. What about the other 4 heathens in there? They’re all drinking still. Why did you leave so early!? Okay first, where am I taking you? Home? Are you trying to get rid of me that quickly? No! No, I just wasn’t sure why you wanted to leave the fun is all…I figured you want to go home, Buttons. Nah, I’ll be bored there. I’d rather stay with you and the others, if you don’t mind. Not at all.
She crosses her arms over her chest and a comfortable silence falls over us before I throw the rental back in drive and route to my hotel. Her cologne infiltrates my senses and I take a shaky breath. Were you not going to bed? She startled me and I jumped a little. You're still dressed? I...I got back to my room and took a snooze. When I got back up and felt a little better and instead of trying to wiggle in with you all I figured I'd go explore a little, or maybe to one of the places Doe was talking about. Oooooh so you were going to try to get laaaid...also, Doe? Yeah, because she has huge Doe like eyes in person? and no, I wasn't necessarily trying to, but if something fun happened.... Yeah I noticed you were, uh, 'packed' ready to "explore". Her eyes stray to my crotch and reference the very slight, and polite I may add, bulge in my jeans. I laughed and she smiled. It was just enough to warm me up and I was thanking God for the darkness covering the blush on my face. Always pushing my buttons.
There’s a beat of silence between us and a static on my skin that I can’t shake. You called me that all night, why? I turn my head and she's still staring out the window, as stoic as I always imagined. Called you what? Buttons? Like before you left, you called me by my first name once when we all got together and then the rest of the night you called me Buttons.
A grin I couldn't force down crosses my face, because I'm almost embarrassed to answer her honestly, but I can't make up a good enough lie. Because you're cute as a button. I waited a moment to see if it rendered any kind of reaction before I continued. I love your nose, it's precious, and when you actually smile or laugh it crinkles a tiny bit. In addition to that though, you just...push my buttons a little. That got her though. I push your buttons? What do you mean by that? I don't know...things you do, or how you talk, they push my buttons a little bit, in a good way. When we were all becoming closer friends it was just your mind that really got to me, the way you looked and sounded on discord was one thing, but in person. It hits different. ....A good different?....A good different. ...Good.
It wasn't long before we pulled up to the hotel and parked and I was waiting on my heart to beat out of my chest, and thankfully getting out of the car the comfortable silence followed us. The difference in how we dressed was so stark and almost comical. Her jeans were baggier, t-shirt too, with a beanie tight on her skull. She just looked comfy, but it was also funny to me. Because her form, physically, is nice. It's just broader than mine, but much leaner in comparison, and she's taller. I wanna call her lanky limbs but I don't want her to be offended. I joke around, sometimes too much. Me, on the other hand, standard short millennial: dark semi-skinny jeans, slightly darker t shirt, a button up half undone, rings, chains, and docs. Why did I decide to fly like this half way across the world? At least I looked cute, but fuck I can't wait to take this shit off. So where is everyone else staying? Her voice and accent pulls me from my thoughts by the root. It's not a heavy one, but there is one in general. All 5 of them impress the fuck out of me with their lingual abilities, but when I hear her speak specifically I keep short circuiting. Beg your pardon? Are you here with anyone else? Oh, no, I do think two of them are across the street and me and the other two are here, and then there's you. The two across the street though, I think they planned that. We both laugh knowingly crossing the entry to the hotel and waiting at the bank of elevators.
She's stands close, her cologne still tugging at me, but the other thing that caught me off guard is the heat. It feels like she's on fire and I can't wrap my head around it, but I typically run cold in my hands and that's all i can think about; how warm she would feel in my palms. Then, for a split second, I feel eyes on me and turn my head just quick enough to catch her side eye divert. I think I might stay with you all while you're all here. It just makes sense I think. The elevator door opens. Empty, and we go in. She leaned against the furthest wall and I punched my floor, and lean opposite. Her face strikes me. Masculine edges like her jaw and neck, but soft lines outlining the over all shape. Freckles prominently peppering everywhere with clear olive valleys between. Her nose, just a cute slope to it making me want to run my nose along it, and her lips are full and almost set in a permanent pout. Then her eyes- any other time I’ve seen her she’s wearing sunglasses, but right now she’s exposed and her eyes have this distance in them. Not the far away kind, not like she’s not here- no like shes so deep within her own thoughts right now that the energy to look anything but bored would be too much. Like she’s present, but on her own terms. I want to grab her mind with my whole hand and yank it towards me. I mean yeah, just going to room hop? Hmmm, I don't know. Maybe? One of us could house everyone, I thought more people would've doubled up but I'm a little weird when I travel so I might’ve stayed on my own still. The elevator gets to my floor and I motioned her to disembark first. Weird how? I don't know, like...I ASMR to get sleepy, I keep oddly tidy, listen to lo-fi to sleep. I sleep late unless we have plans and I stay up late normally. We got to my hotel door and it wasn't until right then I truly realized that I was nervous, which is crazy- I was less nervous meeting up with everyone this afternoon.
Walking in, she looked around Wow, this is actually really nice. Thanks! I paid enough for it to be at least… where’s your bag? I unpacked it. Unpacked it? Yeah, like hung clothes up, the top drawer has everything else. I sit on a bench she stopped cold and stared at me, then busted out laughing. What!? What is so funny?? You got here and unpacked your bag. I don’t even think my parents do that. Are you calling me old? I cross my legs and start unlacing my Docs. Look I just want my stuff to stay ni—I see her legs in front of me suddenly. When did she move over here? Her shoes are already off…that’s so polite. I scale up the front of her frame and look up at her from the bench. You’re not old, older than me a little bit, she crouches down to her knees and starts unlacing my other boot, but you’re not old. She doesn’t look me in the face, she hadn’t yet, no eye contact. Not at all today, but she didn’t seem to look anyone squarely in the eyes. I slipped on boot off and she helped slip my other off. You don’t have any clothes… Yeah I didn’t think about that… Me either.
My mouth goes dry for a moment and I shoot up, walking past her to the dresser before she returned to her feet. I have something, I always pack an extra of everything. How very American of you, she chuckles from behind me. I find a larger sleeping shirt and joggers. You’re going to swim in these, I’m easily two of you, but you’ll be comfy. I have flossers and mouth wash in the bathroom, you’ll see them both. No spare tooth brush, sorry. Disappointing, should’ve been more prepared. I scoff when she turns around and go to the bathroom.
I feel like I’m breathing for the first time in an hour. I slip everything off and slip into my shorts and tank before holding my packer in its jock, starring at myself in a full length mirror. I don’t sleep with it on any other time. I should just take it off really…Did you have fun meeting everyone today? How does she keep doing that? Uh yeah I did! The flight though, that took it right the fuck out of me. I went and sat down on one of the chairs in the little seating set up, a mid century modern deal with open sides, because it sounds like she’s about to come out- no time to remove it now, I’ll just do it when she leaves the restroom. Yeah I can imagine that was hard. Some of us had a whole day on you already to hang out, then you meet all of us at one time? Yeah it was a little daunting, but totally worth it. Honestly, I feel I trust you all like I did my old childhood friends.
When the door opens she emerges and I chuckle. We really do have the same haircut, haha. But only then do I realize she’s in the shirt and her briefs, but holding the joggers, and I can all the sudden hear my heart in my ears. You’re right these are a little big, heh, but they are knotted? I can’t get them undone? Oh, yeah…yeah when I got them I fitted and tied them off so… taking them I start working the knot lose to the best of my ability, all while trying to not stare at her legs while I do so. A flash of a thought crossed my mind and it takes everything in me to not grab her and throw her down. Fuck… What? Oh, uh, nothing- it’s just tight is all but I’ve got it. She steps closer and bends down to my level. You could use your teeth? The neck of the shirt is worn to hell and loose and I can’t even help myself from looking down it, see the slope of her breast. There’s no way she’s this close and doesn’t see my packer. I can’t help it now. We’re all friends…friends have needs, we’ve all talked about this. I look up and directly in her eyes and she doesn’t waver, and I end up dropping the joggers to the side of the chair, the string loosened enough to undo but the task is long forgotten
C’mere. I sit back and she looks at me questionably. The shift in my mood I know startles her, but I’m either go or no, raw or nah. Your legs are slender, Buttons. Slip them under the arms and straddle me. You sure this is a good idea? No…but do you want to find out? A grin creeps across her face and I can’t help the wave of heat and pulse that vibrates through me. She does as she’s told, an act that brought me way more joy than it should’ve, sliding her legs in the arms of the chair and lowering herself onto my lap. Weight moves weight- period. She’s broader and taller than I am but I take up more space, possess more mass. When she finally lowers to my lap and my bulge presses against her core in her briefs a quick inhale through her nose tells me all I need to know. Tells me she knows what I have, and she now knows how willing I am to share it.
Did you plan this? No, but i couldn’t say I wouldn’t welcome it. You? Took the words right from me. She takes my face in her hand, a movement I usually would do first, but in this case I welcome her reciprocation to my advances. Somewhere between the heat between my legs and the electric shock in my brain, her lips land on mine and it takes every single fiber of my self control to keep this as paced and polite as I can. I have to give her room to tell me stop- I have to give her room to breathe. She has to gift me the privilege of control- she has boundaries and standards, and I don’t, and she knows this. She services all, but doesn’t let others service her very often, and I respect her too much, value her too much, to soil that so soon.
The kiss is chaste, but sweet and tender, it lingers and I slide my hands around her sides above her hipbones before pressing her down against my lap. The most polite gasp escapes her before I lean back in, pull her back down, firmer on top and bottom. Slightly grinding against my packer and my mouth on her lush lips, taking the lower one gently between my teeth and pull. Our eyes meet and like telepathy she nods slow but fervently for me to continue. First it’s just lips and hands in my hair, with a grinding against me that’s front to back of her cunt on my cock. Before long it’s more; it’s tongues and teeth and taste; it’s soft moans shared in hot mouths with my thumbs massaging the inside of her hip in the juncture of her pelvis, her hips changing direction and slow grinding back to front with a little press on the bundle of nerves before resetting. Her cologne’s on my skin but it’s mixed with a gentle subtle musk of arousal that I hope I never, ever forget. I’m wet, absurdly so, and I can feel it drip on the jockstrap, cool, and then touch my body with every shift in her hips.
I slide to the edge of the chair and wrap my arms further around her frame, sliding my hands up the back and inside of the shirt. Have you ever ridden before? A moment of silence gently passed between us and I smiled against her lips. It’s okay, I just needed to know. When I stand, she hooks her legs around my waist and I move towards my haphazardly made bed. I knew you could throw me around if you wanted to. Do you know how long I’ve wanted to? A laugh rips through her chest and i can’t help but admire how attractive it is when she smiles from her eyes. It’s a little sick how sexy you are and you have no idea. Sexy? M’hm. Like…Legolas from LotR. Like he’s pretty, but stately, elemental in a way. Laying her down, she props up on her elbows and watches me. Did you just call me pretty? Nooo, I said Legolas was. I begin to pull her briefs off and plant kisses down her calf before discarding them with my joggers half way across the room. When I turn my attention back to her, my confidence almost falters. Because on the surface, in front of everyone she’s a masculine presenting person, sure of herself, quick witted and a little too honest, but right now, she’s here, exposed snd vulnerable, wet and wanting, and the most honest she’ll ever be with anyone. Look at the mess you’ve made, my goodness.
Kissing up her thighs, thumbing the little scar she has, she keeps her eyes fixed on me, and like a lasso around my skull I can’t stop looking up at her. I hook my arms around her thighs and drag her to the edge with a cute yelp. With the nod of approval, I dive in head first, because I can, and if I don’t I think I might die. Flatting my tongue all the way from bottom to hood. Burying my nose in her curly bush and a groan seeps through my mouth against her cunt and I can’t stop burning my eyes into her’s. Mmmmm fuck, you’re so right, this is so good. Hearing her breathing above me sends my brain in direction that Im trying to keep control of but I don’t think I can keep hold of it. Placing one hand around her legs and splaying my hand on her lower abdomen, my finger tips play in and pet her bush, tongue lapping firm circles around her clit before taking it in my mouth and bobbing my head. She’s just hard enough that gives her clit enough length for me to enjoy. Ahhh fuck, what’re you- ah! I slide my middle digit in and before I’ve even entered I feel her hole trying to find something to clamp on. Mmmm you wanted it bad. Pumping slow and deep, I keep sucking her pert clit with conviction, lapping at her hole every so often for a little honey, then slip a second finger in. Ugh, fucking yes- harder. M’hm, what do we say? Oh fuuck, please, please harder- you’re going to be a dick aren’t you? Maybe…I told you, I flutter my tongue against the head of her clit forcing her thighs to continuously twitch around my head, I admired your mind first, so fucking with it too is fun for me.
I press in harder, spreading my digits on entry, and she finally lets her head fall back. There you go, handsome, relax. She goes to reach for my head and I firmly tap her ass- hmm’mmm keep your hands to yourself for now. Ughhh what do you mea— ahhhh. A groan leaves her from her core when I curve my fingers inside her. Keep your hands to yourself and I’ll give you a prize. Push my buttons and I won’t let you cum. The fuck? I bat my eyes and she rolls her’s and lies completely on her back. Finally, I’m alone with her pussy, and without any regard I pick up the pace. Medium pace, firms strokes and I’m still braining her clit like it’s the best cock I’ve ever experienced- which honestly I could possibly be. Oh fuck, yes, keep sucking, yes mmmm Mello please can I- ahhhh. A third finger enters play and she stutters her sentence. Sweet baby, I could stay here all day, I let my digits warm in her, turning my hand excutiatingly slow while abusing her clit, tugging her bush ever so slightly.
ah! Pant I’m going to—fuck your going to make me mmmph when pants come from her and I grin before pulling my digits out and pumping in a out with more force, punctuating “ah’s” from her, Better hold on baby, you don’t want this to end so soon, do you? No but if you keep this up, ungggh. Watching her jaw slack when I pull out sends shivers through my whole body. I stand and take my shirt off and her mouth snaps closed, oh, fuck yes, is this my gift? Please tell me they’re my gifts.
I smirk just slightly, before slotting myself between her legs, one hand on a breast and the other on my bulge. Do you know how excited I am? I start rolling my breast around, threading my nipple between random digits before pulling my shorts down enough to pull my cock over top. I don’t think you’ll ever understand how, mmmm, grateful I am for this privilege. I can’t help but marvel at her body. I take the soft silicone cock and tap her clit with it, watching her body jump with every connection. Sliding it through her folds and over her entrance- coating it in her slick honey before placing my head at her drooling gape. God your body is so good, responding so well. I push in slowly and her mouth goes slack again, with her brows knitting together. It’s like you were made for my cock, Buttons? Were you? Were you made just for me to find and fuck you? Mmmm.
I keep pressing into her, and I watch her reactions to ensure she’s not in any pain. There’s just enough resistance that I have to bite the insides of my lips to keep me from losing myself. God you’re so tight, beautiful, so tight but so ready for me. Once I’ve bottomed out I hold, watching her eyes dilate and hands trying to find something to grab. Such a good girl. Taking me all in one go. The snark has all but left her now and the haze has hit us both full force. I push and slide her on the bed, putting a knee in it to get on. I know the pressure might be too much but I can’t help it I need her positioned just right. As I slide her she moans and groans, stretching to fit me and feeling my depth. I get her all the way up, her head at the head board of which I grab to stabilize myself. Ugh, are you always this calculated? Only when I need it perfect, I chuckle and hover over her using the headboard, and my breasts basically swing in her face.
Oh, this is what you mean by perfect, mmmmph! I start pumping in and out, slow, deep, rutting strokes and watch her lose herself just enough before grabbing my breast and mouthing it. Mmmmm yes, push those buttons. Look at you, so pretty, so perfect ahhh a hiss leaves my teeth when she’s finally using her teeth and mouthing on my nipples, pinch the other one. My pace is enough that she’s continuously groaning against my skin, laving my nipples like her lift depends on it. Smack. A gasp leaves me and my head darts down, eyes meeting eyes as a devilish grin with a nipple between teeth. Smack- fuck. Yes. She’s swapped breasts now and is slapping the abused one. The sensation sends jolts straight to my clit.
Oh you’re a god damned dream. Bracing with both my hands at the top of the head board, she felt my pace shift and hook both her legs higher on my hips, before I slide out, and slam back in. She whines through her nose and that’s all it takes. Smack, another land and I’m fucking gone. Fuck me, Mello. Both hands, both breasts, and a squeeze that sends stars behind my eyes- Fuck me right, right now. Uuuugh, fuck anything for you, my sweet Button. I leverage myself with the bed and double my pace, pulling filthy sounds spilling out of her mouth and cunt that I almost wish I could record. Y-y-y-ess that’s right. I’m right there. You’re right there? You’re close already? U-u-u-ugh don’t be a dick Mello, I want to come, please, I want to c-oooooooooh fuck. I finally reached down and thumb just above her clit on her hood and that’s the final piece to send her reeling.
The resistance inside her as she comes and bears down on me is almost enough to simulate a climax from myself. I keep manipulating her clit through her orgasm while maintaining a polite pump, but what really catches me off guard is how picture perfect the moment of her eyes rolling back is as she groans and pulls my breasts over her face. I work my hips slower, and slower, before slowly pulling out of her, leaving a shudder on her body and stutter on her lips. Sh-sh-sh I’m right here, love. Staying slotted between her legs I lay my weight on her briefly before flipping us over for her to lay on me. I’ve got you, sweetness, I’ve got you right here. After flinging a blanket over our tangle of bodies, i started rubbing her back, spine, and shoulder blades— kissing the top of her head. In the after glow, she takes just the skin of my breast in her mouth and start sucking. Deep and hard bruises blooming across them as I rock her ever so gently, finding a peace I’ve ever experience briefly. This is the best welcome wagon to another country, ever! The sloppy afterglow giggle that erupts from her is all I need to lul me to sleep.
Hey you! You made it to the end! Congrats and thank you for reading my little fantasy thought. Honestly, it’s low key a dream of mine to travel and experience my moots in any capacity, not just sexual, because I just love meeting people. Anyway, like always please, please, please, any feed back (positive or negative) I can get just makes me a better writer. I’ll be re-proofreading this at least once. Thank you again and if you made it this far drop me a ✈️ so I know that people have actually read the work :-) later 🤙🏼