My First Dating Experience in Australia: Part 1

G'day everyone.

This is my true personal story and a recount of my experiences in the community so far. Being an Indian man, I always face challenges dating women in Australia. In this story, I’m going to tell you about my first dating/hookup experience here.

It all started in 2021-2022. After months of rejections, spammers, and encounters with sugar-dating individuals while exploring casual dating sites, I finally came across a profile that replied in a very polite but sensible tone. We started chatting, and her name was Penny (not her real name). Penny explained that she was separated from her husband and was only exploring NSA (No Strings Attached) fun. She had four children, still lived in the same house as her ex-partner, and had very little time.

After a couple of weeks of chatting, she finally agreed to share photos of her face and body. Damn, she was so beautiful! I'm the kind of person who values facial looks over body shape, and she looked professional, yet entirely available. She had those piercing blue eyes with thin lips and a body that made your imagination run wild. She sent me a picture in black lacy lingerie, and I was rock hard immediately after seeing it. I showed her my pictures as well, and she was really impressed with my size, wishing to plan a meet-up soon.

One afternoon, she texted, saying she was incredibly horny and wanted to see me right away. She suggested an isolated place near the Gold Coast where we could "fuck in the car." We were planning it when she suddenly mentioned her back pain would be an issue. So, the idea was dropped, and we started looking for other options.

I decided I would book a room for us. I checked in after work in Sunnybank Hills, my heart thumping with excitement and a nervous fear that it could be a setup. But the risk was worth it. She got stuck in traffic and sent me proof, which calmed my nerves.

At last, after 45 minutes, she knocked. I peeked through the hole, and there she was, standing like a goddess outside the room. I quickly opened the door.

In real life, she was even more breathtaking. Big blue eyes and a face begging to be kissed. Awestruck, we started chatting over a drink. As she talked about her family and work, my gaze was fixed on her, absorbing every detail.

I started rubbing her thick thighs over her jeans. She giggled and suggested I take my shoes off. I asked her to let me do the honours. I seductively slipped off both her shoes, kissing her arch and toes while she was sitting with her back against the bedboard. She giggled, put her drink down, and pulled me in for a kiss. In seconds, we were kissing like hungry lovers, tongues playing and wildly exchanging saliva. As her eyes fluttered closed, I began pressing her breasts over her top and tangling my fingers in her short blonde hair. She was soaking up the moment. I made her sit upright to hug me, and my fingers traced a delicate path down her back, causing a delicious shiver to run under her top, pulling out soft moans.

Remembering I'm a "medico" who gives good massages, she teased if she could get a free one. "Absolutely," I said, producing my massage oil and asking her to undress. She yanked her top off and playfully threw it on my face. I told her to pause there, then unhooked her bra from behind. I took it off, cupped her small, perky breasts, and showered her neck and ear with kisses, lightly sucking her earlobes.

When I turned her around, she tried to hide her tummy. She confessed that four children had left her with a "fluffy and soft" belly, complete with stretch marks. "Let it go," I whispered. I removed her hands, and kissed that soft, vulnerable spot, licking her navel deep. She shivered and laughed, "Stop! Massage first."

I asked her to remove her jeans. She unbuttoned them and started pulling. They got stuck at her hips, her bottom protruding perfectly. I gave a playful, echoing spank and helped her pull them off, peppering more kisses on both ass cheeks, even daring a lick and a sniff on her asshole. She shouted, "Stopppp! Seductively, please. Massage first."

I kept my boxers on, and she lay on her stomach in her G-string. I began the massage with oil on her shoulders, using deep, slow strokes that were both relaxing and utterly sensual. As I worked on her spine and lower back, careful not to let her drift off, she sighed in pure relief.

I then moved to her legs, intentionally skipping her forbidden fruit area to build tension. I worked on her calves and feet, sending tingles up her body. I returned to her thighs, only massaging the outer sides, my hand constantly grazing the edge of her panties, pulling away, and building frantic excitement. When I moved to her butt, I applied a generous amount of oil and started deep, slow strokes, letting my fingers circle her backside, occasionally touching her anal dimple to release her deepest tension.

"Can I take off your panty?" I murmured. Half-asleep, she nodded yes. I gripped the G-string with my teeth and gently pulled it off.

I turned her onto her back. Her face was flushed, hidden behind her arm. I poured oil onto her breasts, gently massaging the mounds, then twisting and playing with her nipples, pinching and tugging lightly. I moved down to her navel and then to her inner thighs, repeating my earlier torture: circling closer and closer to her core, my hands brushing the delicate wetness of her pussy but never truly engaging it. I could see the restlessness building in her expression.

I leaned in and started kissing her again, my rock-hard erection poking against her inner thigh. Her breathing was ragged as I rubbed my bulge against her crotch. I moved down, kissing her chin, ears, and neck, giving light bites to draw out those shivers. I returned to her nipples, sucking hard on one while clenching and pulling the other. I licked deep into her navel and tasted the loose skin on her tummy.

Then I started licking the outside of her labia. Her pussy was a stunning pink, already shining with wetness from my slow torture. I circled my tongue around the periphery, always reaching the clit and pulling back, tormenting her. Finally, I moved further south, reaching her backside. With her legs open, I held her feet on my shoulders and gave a deep, wet lick on her anal area. She clenched her thighs and I heard a guttural moan.

I returned to her pussy, now slick with saliva, circling my finger around the mound. That was the last straw. She violently pushed my head down onto her pussy, begging me to suck. I gave in, taking her erect clit between my lips for a good, hard suck. She sighed, her legs clamping my head, and I started fingering her with wet fingers, curling one deep inside to hit her sweet spot while continuing to lick her clit. Her moans grew louder and harder, and her legs began to tremble. I increased the pace of fingering and gently chewed her clit between my teeth. "I'm close! I'm close!" she gasped. I sped up, and as she clenched my head between her thick, trembling thighs, she screamed out and melted into a breathtaking orgasm.

I kept licking and sucking, tasting her rich juices until she finally released me. I went up to her lips, making her taste her own flavor, and she blissfully kissed and hugged me. She slipped her hand into my boxer briefs, fondling my cock while I played with her nipples.

What happens next? Did I get to put that hard-on to use, or was she too satisfied to move? Let me know if you want the next spicy part!