I have a system for my dating. First date is 20 minutes maximum, during the day at a cafe. No alcohol. No night time darkness. They don’t get my real phone number (I use a separate phone), workplace name or home address. If they pass date one then I’ll graduate them to evening drinks in a busy bar I know well and I have a friend text or call every 20 minutes to check I’m okay.
This date I had the foresight not to suggest the “bingo brewery” from last week and picked a familiar bistro with surprisingly nice cosy corners where I found myself wedged into a corner booth, knees touching, with a single small town teacher. We chatted for a while but it wasn’t effortless, awkward pauses that I always seemed to fill in with more rabble – I’m hopeless for talking too much.
He drove me home and came into my tiny flat and it was a bit awkward, he didn’t make any moves but asked me what I though of him, did I want to see him again. Playing it safe I guess which was nice not to have someone presumptuous. We sat on the bed and talked a little; I never quite know how to start the pre-sex talk! One day I’d like to start a real relationship properly and have a handful of dates before having sex, really build things up until the sexual tension is mad and first time sex with that person is mind blowing.
He was lovely, gentle and – as it turned out – pleasantly kinky. He was slowly undressing me, stopping to peel off a layer of clothing; jacket, socks, top, bra..kissing me inbetween, each time he went back down to peel off a layer and suck my nipples I thought: “say something!” so I pulled him up to me and said: “Tell me a bedtime story – what the most memorable sex you had?” He told about a threesome he’d had with an ex girlfriend and her friend in a hotel, in the spa. Then he kept talking which was wonderful, he slid down between my legs and pulled off my jeans, asked me if a woman had ever gone down on me. I said “Yes, and she’s wonderful”. He put his head down between my legs and I said: “My husband said it’s terrible down there – you don’t have to…” my knickers still on he put his head between my legs and licked me through the fabric, gently pulled it to on side and slid his tongue up between my lips stopping and the top to kiss my clit, gently sucking it into his mouth. I was nowhere near coming but it was lovely. He kneeled between my legs telling me I tasted wonderful and he could eat me all day. The second man ever to say that after Cream it felt like an epiphany, I could really say to myself more men appreciate tasting than those who dislike it! Between him and Cream I fell in love with another part of my body again. Another little wound from my marriage healed up.
After a while of being eaten, being appreciated. He still had his clothes on and I was feeling so wet down there everything felt numb. I pulled him up and started undressing him, shirt, belt – lingered over the belt – remember Cream and his belt, I still get excited when I see Cream’s belt, he needs to stop wearing it to work. Merlot’s BIG, tall, broad, beer belly; there’s a lot of man there. It’s a big of a shock. He was completely shaved, balls, cock everything. Not a scrap of hair down there. The stubble confirmed that it had been shaved a few days ago – perhaps not in anticipation of this date? Maybe he was optimistic; maybe he someone else?
Nice cock, he was still talking sexy, it was nice, “Is the biggest cock you’ve ever seen?” of course not, but it was smooth, nicely proportioned and I’ve long since learned the larger a man’s cock is the worse he is in bed. Medium sized is best; it’s not called a happy medium for nothing. I took his cock in one hand and licked my way around his fraenulum with the tip of my tongue, heard him moan, slid my lips over the top, it was smooth, like sucking a marble, it mostly went all the way in. I chocked a little at the end but even Chili did that to me. He was still kneeling on the floor and he started thrusting slowly into my mouth. I stopped for a break and he climbed up next to me and started touching my clit. I asked him if he minded if I made myself come; I’m not very good showing other’s how I do it and I seem to struggle when I’m not on my own. He lay next to me whispering in my ear, watching me touch myself, alternating between licking me and touching me until I came – at last! It felt like forever – and he kissed me and held me while I shook in his arms.
I took his cock in my mouth and he came in it and afterwards we lay on the bed and he rested a while; this time I had the sense to climb in under the blankets so I didn’t freeze! He had a long drive home and work at 7am the next day so he kissed me goodnight and let himself out. Merlot. He was drinking it at the pub. Warm, spicy and goes down easily. This one only wants to play every couple months; pity. I’ve heard a little Merlot every day is good for the health…