quickest time from meeting to having sex

Sure, if you keep thinking with your dick instead of your brain, you could wind up in a world of hurt. There's some conversation and observation that must take place so you can make sure that you're making the best decision for yourself. If she's a free drink fuck, well, okay - maybe she needs to make some life changing choices but if she wants to fuck, we can fuck because it's not like I'm going to marry her. I don't know about the experiences other men have had in this but I have never had anything go wrong and I've had good to amazingly good sex because it's not going to take me all night to make up my mind or being afraid... and I can defend myself with lethal intent if I have to. If it sounds too good to be true, start asking questions or run away.

 

All valid points. And I myself never thought about the implications when approached by a woman who wanted me to take her home and give her a good working over either. If she was acceptable looking and clean and halfway charming and dressed decent, even if I knew she was married or living with another man, I always figure if I don't take care of her some other guy sure will and I'm not one to miss out on a good all night free fuck .

 

I had a woman come over to me, look me up and down and say, "You'll do. Come with me!" I wanted to know why I'd do and why I should come with her and she told me that she needed to get laid, saw me, and decided I'm going to get lucky. I didn't tell her no and, hell, yeah, we had so much fun that she made me breakfast in the morning - but I would not have gone with her if I had the slightest inkling that she wasn't aboveboard...

I've told both men and women, "Thanks, but no thanks..." because they didn't "feel" right or they weren't saying the right things in the right way or they straight up looked shady or questionable. I've stayed safe and disease free. Turns out that the woman was, indeed, married with hubby out of town and, nope, did not feel bad about fucking another man's wife.

 

Sounds like the building fire wasn't the only thing that was burning that night.

 

I agree, which is why I stopped that shit!

 

In that situation I've never seen anything long term or worthwhile develop from it except maybe an extended steady fuck partner until something blows the whole thing sky high.

 

I was 20, a virgin and shy. She was 20, a divorcee and wanted it. It took me three evenings of not getting the hints, which got more and more obvious. When we were sitting on the sofa, she finally turned towards me, opened her legs and said, 'Come on". Then it was on. I was up her all the time, every evening time after time, for most of the year. She was a bit coy and never talked about sex, but she sure knew how to fuck my brains out. Ahh, life lessons in a tearing rush. I wish I'd married her.

 

If I took part in gangbangs. I could have had sex with girls the first time I seen them. Which I didn't do.

 

A few minutes. The good old times!

 

First time was around three hours with a girl I met in a bar, second time was around twenty minutes with a woman I met at a company picnic that was serving free drinks. All other hookups required much more time.I did notice that alcohol consumption really cut down the time required from initial meeting to actual penetration greatly.

 

An hour or two. I had stepped into this coffee shop in Roppongi, the pleasure district for younger people (generally in their 20's) in Tokyo. There was some kind of wine promotion event going on and there was a French girl that represented the French company that was putting it on. She seemed happy to meet another foreigner she could talk to and latched onto me. As she talked she would put her tongue on her front teeth, which I thought was pretty sexy. So I asked if she wanted to get a bite after she was done, and she said yes, and that they were just finishing up anyway. We went down the street to a sushi bar, and she talked about her home in France, and asked about life in Japan, and was impressed that I worked in the stock market there. She told me what hotel she was staying at, and I told her that I lived about 40 minutes out of Tokyo by train. So she said, then let's go to my hotel. I was completely infatuated with her French accent and she was pretty hot on top of that. we grabbed a taxi and 15 minutes later were in her room with her immediately grabbing and kissing me.

I don't remember her name. She had a boyfriend in Paris. She had several more promotions to do in several other cities before heading back to France. I asked her if she did this at the other places, she said no, but I was one of the first foreigners she saw in Japan that she could talk to and she liked me.

The next morning we had breakfast in the restaurant downstairs, and then took a shower together, had sex one last time, and I said goodbye to her accent and her face, sadly knowing I would never see her again...

 

Maybe 5 minutes. I was young.

 

My favorite Mamasan escorts me to a room. I undress and lean back against the massage bed. My girl comes in and takes one look at me, says "You ready to go", and knelt down to begin kissing and sucking my cock. About ten minutes later I pull her up and we get acquainted, names, where from, etc. Then I undress her and for the next half hour or so we do most every position we can given my limited ability due to my age.

 

I went to one of those training conferences that companies send office workers to; I forget, but I was the only one from my company who ended up going. And it was in driving distance. So it's wrapping up, everyone is meandering out, I'm behind this girl with a nice ass I'm admiring as we approach a doorway and for whatever reason she stopped short which brought me close to colliding with her, and she backed up slightly so her buttock was in contact with my frontal protrusion (which may have been somewhat engorged). It looked like an accident but I think she planned it because she didn't flinch, she stood her ground and maintained contact, so I did too. After a couple seconds and without thinking I started to move my responding protrusion slowly and lightly on her rounded surface, then she pressed her butt into me and launched into starting to walk again.
Turning around a few steps past the doorway she nodded her head and commented something like, I know what you need, and without touching kinda thrusted her body toward me very subtly but suggestively. I could feel a tingling inside like electricity. She asked me if I had a car, then she suggested I could drive her to her house, otherwise she'd just walk because she lived about half a mile from the venue. On the way she said with a wry smile I could come in for some fun.

As I was about to turn into the driveway, she saw a car there and said don't stop keep going. Then pull over a little beyond. She said we can't go in now but I know a place we can park and do it if you want. In this little car, I asked. Sure no problem. I'll show you. That alone seemed worth the effort.

We did a U, then into a narrow road into a forested neighborhood with spaced out homes and long driveways. Shortly we went down to a bottom where a bridge crossed a creek and there was a pulloff. In there, she said. We were in view of one house but it was about a hundred yards away through the woods up the other bank overlooking us.

How does this work, I asked her, noting the lack of room to move around. Seats lay back, right? We put both back, she directed me to put my right foot on her floor and lay back. She popped my jeans button and zipped them open, pulled them down a bit and freed my erection, then pointing straight at the ceiling. With no mention of my lack of underwear and with no delay she moved up, flipped her right leg over me to my floor and like one continuous motion put me inside her and fully inserted. Oh my God this is good she half cried with a look of genuine delight. Oh yeah. It really did feel good.

After a could seconds just enjoying the feeling balls deep she started working it. Only a couple slow thrusts then she picked up the pace. In maybe half a minute she was at a frenzied pace and soon came. It tensed her whole body. She got through it and started back again. It was only a few minutes and she came again, this time even harder, and I could feel her insides clamping down on my delighted member as she cycled through waves. It was so wet and exhilarating I didn't want it to end but as she recovered again and started the riding back up she said, you better hurry up and cum, we've been here a while. She rode me for a while and I loved the feeling so much I didn't want it to stop and I couldn't make myself cum yet.

She didn't say anything more but it felt like she was getting nervous about being there too long. She brought her mouth to mine and started sucking on my lips and licking them with her tongue. We hadn't kissed up to this point so I think she was just trying to get me to unload in her so we could get out of this vulnerable position. I realized in my mind what she was up to and when she started licking my tonsils and we were playing tongue fight, I started climbing to that plateau and let it climb. In a couple more minutes I hit the point of no return. I held it there as long as I could as we pumped and sloshed, she speeding up as though she felt it coming. When I could hold it back no longer, that first blast was powerful. I know she felt it hit because her eyes went wide. Subsequent squirts were spread out and I tried to time them to shoot at the top of the stroke because I love the feeling of spreading it while going in.

Eventually it subsided, and I would have liked to stay in a while longer slowly moving but she pulled out and climbed off while I was still hard. I could not believe how much cum I had on me. My balls and thighs were soaked and lots of cum pooled around the base of my cock which was thickly coated. I rubbed it a little as I spread the cum out over my groin area and top of my legs so it wouldn't drip all over the car as I moved.

You liked that didn't you? she asked me while this was happening. It was awesome. You have a tissue? I don't, sorry, as I glanced around, knowing I didn't. Oh well that's okay. She just pulled her panty back over her soaked pleasure zone. Meanwhile I'm trying to get my jeans pulled back to where they go and things are tight. I get them mostly up struggling but have to open the door and stand up briefly to get them properly situated.

It's showing in your jeans, she said, and I'm like doesn't it always, with a sly grin. I noticed that before, she smiled, but I'm talking about the cum. You can see it's a lot, looking at the wet spots growing Oh, yeah I figured that's what you really meant. It's okay though, it dries pretty fast and leaves no trace. Okay, she said, looking doubtful. Don't worry, I assured her, this isn't the first time I've let cum dry while wearing it, or even among the first hundred, as I chuckled. She laughed.

You can drop me off across from my house. It's easy to say I got a ride back. I presumed that meant someone might inquire but I didn't ask. She can handle her business. Which she did give me her business card with her name and contact info. Call me sometime.

I didn't think of it at the time but later when replaying it in my head later while getting off to it, she must have taken a load of cum earlier that day or overnight because of how easily she took me in with no resistance, no working it in, just plop from lining it up to balls deep. And so wet! I figured she was so horny it was all her but never had anyone else that wet and slippery. Plus what had covered me, and yes some had pooled up below us on the carpet hump too, was more than I've seen before and since. And that's fine. It was truly a mind blowing phuck. If I had known then I doubt it would have affected my enthusiasm for doing it.

Oh yeah so just a few minutes from initial contact until insertion. That was a huge turn on, her being so forward, and yet, not pushy.

 

Sounds fun! Though it seems weird that someone would be dismissed as maga as if that were a bad thing. I don't know what to think except that there must be people who want America to be great, and people who want it to be shabby. Strange, indeed.

 

Well, there are many of us who understand that when Trump was a kid, his dad participated in a march with various White Nationalist Groups who flaunted signs bearing the slogans, Make America Great Again, and America First.

That is not the kind of America that we think is great, nor do we want to return to that...

 

Whether that happened or is fake news like almost everything else, how do the actions of our antecedents in their time indicate that we want to duplicate their actions today?

Plus, have you ever met a "white supremacist"? Even one? There may be some, perhaps, but we're not meeting them. Maybe somebody has but I haven't heard of it. There don't seem to be any monthly club meetings. It obviously isn't a problem, anyway.

Please be aware that only a person far removed from reality would call Trump that today. It's just another tactic by the opposition to try to persuade the gullible that he would do some crazy shit, even though they pulled the same wool last time and nothing like that happened. Remember the "we can't have his finger on the nuclear button!" argument that he was going to start world war three? And what's happened since... Looks like an example of projection.

The "greatness" of America lies in all its people. Being productive, being innovative, being competitive, having a great economy to support great infrastructure and a great military, taking care of each other in times of need...
A style of life that allows us to contribute as much as we want, in the way we want, and be rewarded commensurately. It's rather unique when contrasted with much of the world.

 

This is probably as good a place as any for my first post. I met my present love of 13 years (love of my life) online on a site that is gone now. He found me when he was recruiting teammates for a multiplayer game on that site. That game was super fun, and long story short we became very close online friends over about 3 months. Then I moved to take a job, knowing that it was very close to where he lived. As luck would have it about 2 days later we were shopping in the same store and bumped into each other.... plenty of shared pics online so we recognized each other right away. We talked for a couple of minutes and I went up on tiptoes to give him a quick little kiss. He wrapped his arms around me (the kiss wasn't 'quick enough' lol) and that felt so great.... he is a fantastic hugger. So after easing away I asked, "do you wanna see where I ive?" It was less than 5 minutes away from the store. We barely made it in the door before I was wrapped all over him and he was tugging my tee shirt up over my tits. We made it to my bed but then it was on. I'm going to say that it was about 20 minutes after I first talked to him that he was filling me up and fucking me oh so great. And we both got off in about 2 minutes or less. Maybe this is 'cheating' a little bit because we already knew each other from that website, but meeting face to face was something else entirely.

 

Wonderful! Welcome to HF!

 

It's not cheating if that's the quickest way you've had sex with someone no matter who they turned out to be.