3.02.2005
- It was a boring, too-long Friday, and my fuck buddy had just called to tell me he was going back to his ex. Blah. There go my plans.
So, I buried myself in my work, ignoring occasional im's from the typical empty profile. Then came a profile with a picture. Of a cock. A rather nice one, at that. I was intrigued.
I answered him, and he asked me if I wanted to give him a blow job that night. Why the fuck not? I agreed, and gave him my number. Throughout all of this, my heart was pounding, and even thinking about it now has got me all sweaty palmed and jittery. I was doing everything they tell you not to. But, hey, What else did I have to do?
After a quick phone conversation during which I ascertained that he had a wife (supposedly separated, yeah, right) but was bored. He was also rather older than me. But, I was horny. So, I threw caution to the wind, and gave him directions. I spent the next half hour franticly cleaning my room, warning my roommates what not to say, primping, even laying my hand-crocheted afghan over my bed.
When the time came, I walked outside and across to the place we had agreed to meet, a few blocks from my apartment. I was pleasantly surprised to find him rather attractive. A nicely build blonde blue-eyed marine. Suddenly, this didn't sound that bad at all.
We sat in his car talking for a while, before I asked him back to my place. He walked in quietly, nodding hello to my roommates, and closing the door firmly behind him once he entered my room. My little girl, glow in the dark, posters on the wall room. A room that he had outgrown a good 20 years before. I felt stupid all of a sudden, and nervous.
He took all of that out of my hands by unzipping his jeans, and sitting down on my bed. His cock was just a gorgeous as in the picture he had sent me, long, slightly curved, and thick. Perfect. I had no problem sucking, nibbling, and rubbing on that monster.
After about 10 minutes of this, I was rather horny, imagining how it would feel inside me. We hadn't discussed true sex, but what the hell? I slowly crawled up his body to kiss on his neck and ears, pausing to whisper invitations until he reached down to my unbutton my pants.
Before I could even stop to consider what my raging libido had gotten me into, he had slid smoothly inside of me, stopping all thought. Thankfully, my body knew exactly what to do in this situation, and started slowly riding him.
This wasn't up to his standards, I guess, because he rapidly turned us over, and started those long, slow strokes that drive every woman crazy. I was no exception to the rule, and came rather quickly, trying to be as quiet as possible.
To my chagrin, I heard a long moan come out of my roommates room. He heard it too, and looked at me, confused. I blushed, and admitted that my male roommate got off on hearing me have sex (Say it with me now, EWWWW). He laughed, and suggested that we give them a show. I tried to say no, but I wasn't given much of a choice. He slid down my body and buried his face in my pussy, licking and nipping like a starving man. Thank god for older men. He ate pussy like he had a degree in pussology, bringing me to three quick orgasms before sitting up to pound into me until he came.
We lay there for a few seconds, reveling in that aftersex drowsiness, before the awkwardness set in. I went to the bathroom to clean up (running into my female roommate on her way out), and spent about 5 minutes talking to him afterwards, before he left. We never knew last names, ages, anything.
I spent the next few months feeling guilty, and rather icky about the whole thing, until my roommate pointed out that hey, it was just a one-night stand. Suddenly, having a name for it made it all right, less dirty. For some reason, that cleared everything up in my head, and I've even gotten to the point of being able to talk about having had a one-night stand. Definitely not something I'd like to experience again.
He contacted me again, about a year afterwards, just to say hi, and see if I was single. I was rather relieved to be able to honestly tell him no. I don't think I want to start that all over again.