I can't beat 25 minutes, but I have a couple of stories of girls I slept with after a couple of hours. Both of them I met through a dating site (a legitimate dating site, not a hookup site) a few years back while I was in my mid 20's. So in a way I "met" them earlier online, but in both cases I fucked them the same day I met them face-to-face.
The first we'll call Lynn. At this point in my life I'd recently broken up with a long term girlfriend who'd been the only girl I'd slept with. Lynn messaged me and wanted to chat. For some reason (I still don't know why), she steered the chat into sexually suggestive territory. Then we exchanged cell phone numbers and she sent me a series of dirty texts. Just words, no pictures, cell phones weren't as smart back then. I really had done nothing to woo her, she just saw my profile and wanted to jump my bones for some reason, even though it was probably no different than a million other profiles out there. She was also really attractive, far better looking than anyone I'd dated before.
We made plans to meet up for the first time at my place. We hung out on the couch and flirted while drinking wine. Then at some point she headed towards my bedroom and asked if I was coming. By the time I made it in there she had taken off her top (no bra). We had sex a couple of times without a condom and begged me to cum inside her. I'd always used a condom before, so it didn't take me very long. Afterwards she drove home at like 2 in the morning. We had a few similar experiences, then she just stopped responding to texts/calls and that was that.
On How I Met Your Mother they talk about the hot/crazy scale. Basically, the hotter a girl is, the more willing a guy is to deal with her being crazy. This girl was very crazy and very hot. I never would have dated her in a traditional sense, but the craziness sure did make the sex pretty wild.
The second girl was not as hot or crazy, but she was great in bed and very loud. I met up with her at a bar near her in what I thought would be a typical date. But when I got there it was a pretty divey bar, and she turned out to be very forward and unsubtle. We had a good time and got a little tipsy. She had recently sprained both her ankles and was hobbling around on crutches. It was a weeknight and she didn't have a car and had to take a long, difficult public commute to work. I was honestly just trying to be nice in suggesting that I drive her back to my place, and I could give her a lift to work the next morning. She agreed. I planned on sleeping on the couch, but she asked me to join her in bed. I put my hand on her shoulder, she gave out a loud moan, and I knew what she wanted. This was maybe three hours from meeting.
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