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The question

He asked how long since I had some dick.  I answered six months, smiling at the thought of my idyll with Simon Templar.  He rolled his eyes and said, “Let’s fix that, right now.”  He leaned toward me, and whispered, “Yes?”

The bartender came back to check on us.  “Another drink?  Some snacks?  Can I recommend a nice place for dinner?”  He shook his head and I thought he was going to strangle her.  He dug his fingers into my arm to keep from smacking her.  I turned my back to her and leaned toward him, whispering, “Patience” in his ear.  She got the hint and walked away.  He stared and raised an eyebrow, imploring me to answer his question.  I whispered back. “Yes!”

His smile was very wide and he winked at me.  He asked for the check, paid in cash and we went upstairs.  He mentioned that we should be careful in the open spaces as he knows people around here.  I asked if he wanted to go up first but he said just no touching.  He had a room on the seventh floor.  I set my bag and raincoat down on the sofa.  He had already checked in, turned down the bed, his blue blazer over the desk chair, his laptop on the desk.  

He came up behind me, started kissing my neck and turned me around for lots of kissing while he twisted my nipples.  I was moaning into his mouth, touching his head and neck.  He took off everything above my waist in record time, while I unbuttoned his shirt.  There was that fabulous first skin-to-skin hug.  [Note to self: look for heavier guys.  These 6′ 2″ 200 pounders are too skinny!]  He moaned and rubbed all over… arms, back, ass, holding my head and kissing more.  He had white fuzz on his upper chest… I’ve never seen that before!

He sucked on my nipples and squeezed my ass, told me how gorgeous I am, how he loves big tits.  He has a very bold, experienced touch.  I was extremely turned on and started to cum.  He held me and bit my neck, marveling as I trembled.  I told him he was good at what he was doing but he scoffed and said it was just my long time without any.  I told him not to underestimate his talent.  I was having trouble standing up, so I asked if we could lie down.  

We moved to the bed.  I sat on the edge.  He took off the rest of his clothes.  He had on Hilfiger black bikini briefs with a very sexy bulge.  He helped me take off my slacks and underwear.  He had talked online about taking off my clothes slowly and kissing as he went, but that didn’t happen.  He was standing in front of me, so I reached out and touched his cock.  He is cut, and trimmed.  I kissed the tip and blew on it, he moaned and I gave him a sassy blow job!  I was channeling the videos I’ve watched, trying to mimic them – licking from bottom to top, circling the top, sucking him in and out, making smacking, sucking sounds then seeing how deep I could go.  He said he is 7 inches, less wide than some I’ve tasted, and I can deep throat that with some concentration.  I can’t hold it for long because the gag reflex sets in, which disappoints me but he liked that sound.  He talked through it, telling me how great I was doing, how wonderful it felt, moaning… I looked up into his eyes like a good girl.   I told him I felt rusty, that I would get better with practice and he moaned saying much better and he would be in big trouble.  He still had trouble staying hard, but I would work him with my hand and he’d perk back up, then I’d gobble him down again.  He let me control it, even at the most intense moments, which is unusual in my experience, and gave me confidence that I was doing it right.  

He stopped me at a certain point… and flattened me out on the bed asking me what I wanted next.  I asked him to reciprocate.  He put a pillow under my hips and crawled between my legs.  He has a very talented tongue but was rather rough and fast, going straight for the clit.  I slowed him down a bit, and lay there squirming and moaning. Just as I was going to ask for his fingers, he read my mind and put them inside me… one, then two, then three… commenting on how tight I was and that he was going to stretch me a bit.  He didn’t curl them and I was about to request that but I came hard and couldn’t talk.

He went off to the bathroom briefly… I wasn’t really paying attention but I think he wiped his face and rinsed his mouth.  I sucked on him a little more when he returned.  Again, trouble staying hard.  I haven’t run into that before… not a big problem, just need tactics to work it and not make a big deal out of it.  

He grabbed the lube and a condom and we had a doggie style extravaganza.  My first lube!  Not sure why he wanted the lube… I was soaked.  Maybe he is used to that with someone else?  He slapped my ass and my lower lips as he applied the lube.  When I made a nice sound at the latter, he did it again harder.  Hard enough to get my attention and get the nerves tingling but not too hard.  Very nice.  

The lube made for interesting sliding up and down my ass crack and inside me.  He rimmed my ass but didn’t try to go in.  He stretched out full on top of me, biting my neck – so wonderful to feel his weight on me!  He couldn’t stay in, so I inched back onto my knees to raise my ass.  He kneeled behind me and that worked much better.  He told me I have a tight, hot pussy… so good for him.  I liked this position for how it feels down below but hate that I can’t see or touch him with my hands.  I grabbed the sheets and tried to reach back to touch him but he told me to just enjoy this time.  

He did a few rounds of “push in, pull all the way out, tease the opening until I whimpered and then slam back inside” – so good.  I felt wonderfully full!  I asked him to describe what he was seeing so I would know what he was focusing on, and he did a good job.  He said watching his cock go in and out was very erotic.  He said he loves a nice ass and mine is!  He talked about my beautiful alabaster skin and my curly hair.  I slammed back against him and came again when he had hold of my ass and was slamming… the full feeling, sound of balls slapping my ass and a man moaning gets to me!  

I had told him early on about my fantasy of wanting to see a man cum on me.  He remembered.  He flattened me on my back, crawled up with his knees around my chest, took off the condom, lubed up my tits and slid in and out between them.  He said it was almost as good as pussy but not quite.  I put two fingers on him to press down and provide some more action – he liked that a lot.  He said watching it slide and reappear near my chin was very hot.  He got very worked up and then asked if I was ready… did I want it on my chest or face or both?  I said both and to make sure some of it got into my mouth.  

At the last moment, he changed his mind!  WHAT?  He grabbed another condom and shoved himself back inside me.  He gasped and moaned, seemed very impressed, whispered… “So hot… hot…”  Wow.  I was cumming and shaking so hard, making a lot of noise.  The look on his face was so hot!  

There are so many variables that go into a first encounter, and so many ways to goof it up as two people try to figure out how to make each other cum.  This was definitely the easiest match I’ve had – almost business-like in it’s straightforward focus on pleasure and fun.  I wasn’t sure I could do without any romance… but the online chats helped and it was a great way to get back into play after so long.  

He collapsed next to me, whispering, “so hot… so… damn…. hot.”  I grinned my evil grin at him.  He rolled onto his side with his hand over my waist and closed his eyes.  I was full of energy, still roiling inside.  I explored his arms and chest and legs… learning his body.  He said something about “nothing like finding a hot woman under a shy lady’s exterior.”  He started to perk up and did this pinching thing to my nipples… made me moan and writhe.  I stared into his eyes.  He watched what he doing did to me, wiggling his eyebrows, goading me.  I bit my lip.  I really wanted him to mark me, but I held back as I don’t know who I will see next week!  I was disappointed that he is not able to go again.  It made me miss Philip – he can go and go and is never soft, but I know that is a rare gift.  

He said he needed a shower.  I asked if he wanted help but he said he was running out of time and the stall was a bit small.  I sat on the toilet and he chatted while he washed the evidence down the drain, asking me questions about my projects and what I was doing this weekend.  I handed him a towel and we kissed more.  He was surprised I could go home without a shower, but I’d rather use my own bathroom and Hubby won’t notice or care.   

We chatted while we dressed.  I looked him over to make sure there was no sign.  I told him he was too far away and he hugged me again, more kissing.  We gathered our stuff and headed out.  He kissed me in the elevator.  We strolled out through the lobby three feet apart.  It was pouring rain. I put up my umbrella and he did the same.  He turned as we got outside to ask where my car was.   I pointed left and he nodded right and said take care! and was gone. 6 pm.

TWO FOR TWO!

Here is my report on Dancing Man – my second AM meet!  

We were IMing all day while I slogged through payroll processing – revving each other up, re-checking the plan.  I sent him sexy tumblr links to get him going.  🙂  He actually sent me links back, which no other man has. 

We were scheduled to meet at 4:30 pm.  At 3:15 pm he pinged me to report that his last meeting of the day had been cancelled.  Could I get there earlier?  I checked to see if Hubby could bring me the car earlier.  He said sure, so he picked me up, I dropped him off at home and headed to the hotel.  I had seen a face shot and a full nude from the neck down, so I knew who I was looking for.  He also told me what he’d be wearing.

It was a dreary, rainy afternoon and people forget how to drive, so the traffic was awful and I was 15 minutes late, right at 4 pm.  I emailed him from a stoplight to tell him I was on my way.  He told me to meet him in the bar.  There was a man in the lobby leaning against a column reading his phone who looked like it might be him but I walked right past him, and didn’t figure it out for a few seconds.  Just as I turned to backtrack, he was there in the doorway.  I gave him a quick hug and he led me to the bar.  He had on a light blue dress shirt and grey dress pants.  I wore dark blue pants, a lighter blue top and scarf that match my eyes, white underwear with black dots all over and… my lucky black bra!  

He looks like a very trim Anderson Cooper, a “silver fox” with a buzz cut.  His face shot online is at least 10 years old. Not sure about his real job… sales something.  Sleeps with wife, but rarely.  Needs more.  Had been with a woman for 3 years, but they recently moved on and he says he is looking for another long term lady. 

There was no one else around.  We sat at the end of the bar.  There was a brand new bartender – first day – who wouldn’t leave us alone!  He asked what chardonnays they had by the glass, and she was looking at the red wines.  Ugh.  He told her it’s a white and she pulled out a bottle for him to look at.  I asked for iced tea.  She poured his wine and went in search of the tea.  She came back to say they didn’t have it.  So I ordered a diet coke with lime. She brought that and started asking us questions – where are you from?  What brings you to Boston?  How long will you be here?  I let him answer.  He put his hand on my arm and rolled his eyes at me.  

He is the opposite of the lawyer – very intense, edgy.  Not subtle, this one. When she finally left, he turned to me and said, “Wow.  I thought she would never leave!  What am I doing here?  I came here to fuck you!”

I was stunned that he wanted me.  He put my hand between his legs.  I put my hand on his upper leg and he chided me, “Higher!”  I sassed him back, “Patience.  I’ll get there…”  Very nice bulge there.   He said he was very turned on that I watch porn and had expressed interest in trying things.  He stared at me.  I stared back.  He asked how long since I had some dick.  I answered six months.  He rolled his eyes and said, “Let’s fix that, right now.”  He leaned toward me, and whispered, “Yes?”