I slept with a stranger I met on the RER platform (and it was really good)

September 18, 2019

Before starting my sex life, I imagined it rather slowly, always in a couple context, and with love (this is my definition of slowly).

I ended up having some really great sexual adventures that showed me parts of me I didn’t know existed, and this is one of them.

A failed RER and a meeting

Early last summer I registered on a dating site, just to get out of my daily life. I spoke to a pretty nice guy on a regular basis, and while our conversations were nothing earth-shattering, I decided to meet him.

I’ve always assumed that virtual conversations are far from revealing a person’s full potential (apart from a few fanatics). But okay, I was still sceptical.

So one July afternoon I take the RER across Paris to meet this famous guy. I just miss the train and moan a good puff, in chorus with a male voice right behind me.

Then I turn around and we both laugh at the spontaneity. A nice jovial face, laughing eyes, a little smaller than me: a good boy.

We simply chat on the platform, then the RER arrives and we go up together, the gentleman asks me ” Where do we sit? “. He had gained confidence and was charming.

“ I’d like to invite you for a drink »

As the conversation progresses, I feel good and admit to him that I have a date, which makes me feel very funny and I’m not really sure I want to go.

He teases me a bit, he asks me how I got there, he tells me that he has just been dumped by a girl with whom he stayed for 5 years and that he is completely lost. Is cute.

Then my station approaches, silence too, and finally asks me for the number :

“I would like to invite you for a drink this weekend. If you agree and you haven’t fallen in love yet, of course! »

He seems shocked by her gesture and I like that. He himself seems surprised by her little folly, and I accept. I really like this impromptu meeting.

A good date and a bad one

We leave, I join my appointment. The guy I have to join looks nothing like the photo of him. Well. The physical appearance has never stopped me, but I’m a little mad at him for wearing makeup like that… He must have omitted the likelihood that one day we would see each other in real life. WELL.

We talk in whispers, hang out, confide in each other, laugh, he’s funny in his own way, but still nothing earth-shattering sadly.

Start telling me about the future in the first person plural, I panic a bit and even think about running away (=run away) when he goes to the bathroom.

But that doesn’t happen decently! The afternoon ends peacefully, but I have the feeling that he is sure of himself, and that perhaps he is even from the moment I agreed to meet him. What misery.

It finishes refreshing me and I’m already preparing my friendzone speech in my head (don’t believe this happens to me every 4 mornings, I was completely scarlet and stammered).

Two hours later I received a text from an unknown number:

“So this date?” Tell. »

Two days later, we are sitting face to face in a bar, Mr. RER and I.

A link to the unknown factor of the RER

We laugh a lot, we have nothing to do with each other, he’s more of a business school ascendant trader, and I’m a cool humanities college ascendant baba. He hoards what I needed to distract me.

We start talking about sex in a super free way, which I don’t often do with an almost stranger. It’s amazing and feels so good. Surely that will have been our only common point of the evening, and that’s all I asked for.

He also puts some ideas into our heads. She secretly lets slip (ok, not secret at all) that she doesn’t live very far away. We leave the bar arm in arm for a walk. Mr. directs us directly to his palace! No but.

I make him understand that I understand, he makes me understand that he doesn’t care if I understand, so let’s laugh like children we end up finding ourselves in a square for children.

So we feel like warming up, we run into its hall, then in the lift the atmosphere becomes equatorial, one of us presses on the top floor, will we one day arrive at its door?!

Arriving at his house (the elevator almost saw some beautiful ones), I discover a splendid bay window which offers a superb view to all the neighbours. It kinda pisses me off.

The gentleman goes to the bathroom to put on his make-up (who knows), I undress completely, he comes back, we throw ourselves on each other.

A perfect part of the leg in the air

He puts me at ease in his way, i.e. oral, and I thank him very much for comforting me in my hairy and serene life experience.

I really want to return the favor, he growls, I moan, we moan together, then we take a dip in his bed and fire him. In the end there are far more sheets than there would have been on a table. I liked it.

I loved how he forgot all restraintwho clung to my thighs, who marveled at my initiatives, who we laughed at in between our antics.

Most of all, I loved the tacit ease with which we had fun, filled a gap in each other AND also strengthened each other’s self-esteem. Because such an impromptu sex party is really fun.

When he left, he offered to bring a girl next time. Yeah…not sure I want to see it again. I leave him full and full of joybut it seems to me that the spontaneity of our meeting goes through the door at the same time as me.

Thank you dear almost unknown, and good luck!

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