Monday, 4 December 2017


I was out with some friends and some friends of friends and we got talking about metrosexuality and male grooming.  One of the guys there who I’d seen around before once or twice said that he likes the occasional waxing.  In a semi-previous life I’ve had some training so somewhat drunkenly said I’d like to refersh my skills if he’d be a willing subject.  He’s a handsome chap, maybe early to mid-thirties, obviously likes to go to the gym and so on.  We exchanged numbers but it was only when he texted a few days later that I had that phenomenon where you need to search your drunken memory wondering WTF this person is contacting you for :)
He was wondering If my waxing offer was still on, so I told him to come on over while I got my stuff ready.  We pretty much got right to it, no need for a lot of small talk.  I took him to the bedroom where I’d laid some towels down, I said I’d give him 5 minutes to get ready, but he didn't seem to mind just stripping off right there.  He rolled his jeans and boxers down and stepped out of them, then lay on the towels on the bed.  Obviously I had to look at his cock, it’s not like I couldn’t, right? :) He didn’t have a whole lot of hair, probably trimmed it.  The shaft lay across his leg and was thick and long, quite nice.
“Have you been waxed before?” I asked, “No, I usually shave, I've been thinking about getting it done but I've always been nervous".  I was pretty sure I knew what he was talking about so told him, "Well if you get a boner don't worry about it, it's fairly normal".  "Yeah but..." he started but didn't really finish the thought.  I started to apply the wax and as I started moving his shaft it started to get hard, and pretty much remained that way.  I was moving his shaft this way and that, tightening the skin on his balls...waxing strangers is one thing but moving some guys cock around that you know is something else.  We’d just small talk as you do, with the exception that I’m maybe moving his cock one way, or the next, lifting it up at moments, or pushing it down.  When I would lay off to see if there were any spots needing finished it would sit hard and long against his body, the head totally exposed, the skin taut around his knob.  I was half looking for stray hairs and half just admiring his erection.
When we were done I started to apply some ointment around his pubis, on his balls and up the shaft.  I would alternate between light touches and rubs, and the occasional grab...taking the opportunity to fully grip his shaft to see how it felt. He seemed to react each time I touched his cock, making it jump or twitch.  I put more oil on my hands and squirted some on his cock then took it in my hand and went up and down his shaft, gripping it tight.  "That's good" he encouraged, "You like that?" I asked.  He sighed and moaned as my hand ran up and down his cock, gathering a little speed.  "Keep going...." he said with his eyes closed.  I did as he asked, gaining a little more speed, wanking his shaft as his legs twitched and bucked.  He started to moan louder, I pointed his cock right up in the air and continued to run my hand up and down it, "That's it..." he moaned, he let out some loud moans and his cock errupted spunk, the first glob landing on his chest with a few smaller ones following that ran down his cock, over my fingers.  I continued to slowly jerk him until the spunk stopped flowing and he was fully relaxed, then I wiped the spunk off his body and my fingers with some tissues.

"That was amazing" he said.  "I couldn't resist, you have a nice cock" I told him, "now get dressed".  I left him to it while I returned to the living room.  He returned when he had dressed and told me "You have amazing hands".  "Ok, enough of that" I scolded him, "I shouldn't have done that at all, you're a naughty boy".  "You're a naughty girl" he smiled back.  He came toward me and put his hands around my waste, then moved them up to grab my boobs.  He leaned in to kiss me on the lips which I reciprocated, his thumb flicked at my erect nipple over my top, he then moved both hands down to grab my arse.  He put one hand down my jeans to feel the band of my thong, all while we kissed.  "Stop teasing me" I told him, he moved his hands around to the front of my jeans and undid them and started to pull them down.  I stepped out of them and he moved me to the sofa, I sat down and he spread my legs then got on his knees.  He slid my thong off, spread my legs and started to lick my pussy.  It was my turn to be serviced now, I tipped my head back and closed my eyes as he kissed and nibbled at my clit, running his tongue everywhere he could clit, lips, inside my pussy, he ran his tongue everywhere.  "Do my clit" I whispered and he moved his focus to tongue my clit, pushing it from side to side, licking it up and down.  He got up to kiss me, his mouth soaked with my juices and slid a finger up my pussy as he did so.  We kissed quite passionately and he started to finger me, moving it in and out and I eventually came myself.

"That was good" I told him, "you can always come back next month of you need a top up".

We got ourselves dressed and he left.  Later on that night he texted me;

"I hope I get the 'happy ending' next month too ;)"
"That was just a one off, I was horny :p"
"Maybe you'll be horny next month?"
"Maybe I will, maybe I won't"
"I hope you are...I can only image what your blow jobs are like"
"I haven't had any complaints"
"Do you swallow?"
"Would be rude not to"
"LOL you're filthy"

A few days later on Monday he texted me again

"You pull at the weekend?"
"Didn't go out, you?"
"Nah, but I've been thinking about your hj a lot"
"Just been thinking about how good it was. Did you enjoy it too?"
"Enjoy giving you a hj or you licking me out?"
"Both :)"
"We both came didn't we? ;)"
"Could I take you out, maybe dinner?"
"Like a date?"
"Not necessarily"
"You're a bit young for me :)  Fun, but young :("
"Maybe we could just have the fun then?"
"You think I'm a slut then? :)"
"No, just very sexual"
"Ok x"

Thursday, 6 July 2017

It's a man's job pt 2

So I got a text message from Amanda's ex, not too surprised about that;
AX: Forgot to ask, did you like the finger up the butt? :)
Me: I came didn't I? :)
AX: Yeah you sure did :)
AX: You like more than just a finger?
Me: I have been known to take more than just a finger from time to time
AX: Cool, maybe next time....? :)
Me: lol you know there can't be a next time
AX: Ok that's fine, can't blame a guy for trying :)
A few hours later I then got a text asking if I wanted to get some lunch on Saturday.  I agreed, maybe it'll finally get it through to him that he won't be getting anything.  If he does bring it up then maybe I can tease him a little too :)

Sunday, 2 July 2017

It's a man's job

One of my girlfriends was moving out of her ex's place after they split up, and I'm a kind of mutual friend, but more importantly I don't live too far from him so she tasked me to pick up some of her possessions.  I'd met him a few times, I'm not particularly close to either of them (they're both a few years older than me) but I agreed to do it anyway.
I went around at the allotted time and he told me most of her stuff was in bags in the loft conversion.  He brought the ladder down , if was one of those steep ones, and said to just look around and help myself, it should all be in bags.  "Ok, are you going to go up there?" I asked him but he said I'd better do it myself.  So I asked if he was going to put the kettle on or something and he said he didn't realise I was staying for a brew.  So I had to just be straight-forward and come right out with it :)  I pulled at the hem of the shortish, frilly white summer skirt I was wearing and told him "It's just that I'm not wearing any knickers, so if I'm going to go up that ladder I'd rather you weren't here".  He seem quite flustered at that, poor soul, and said that he'd go put the kettle on and to come get him when I was done.
I darted up the ladder and things were much as he'd said, all in bin bags so I opened them to make sure they looked like they were her things and tossed them down.  When I was finished I went looking for him and found him in the kitchen.  "All done?" he asked, "yeah thanks" I said.  He raised a coffee mug by way of asking if I wanted one but I said I'd better not.  "Sorry about before", he added, seeming less flustered now, "I didn't know you were the commando type".  "I'm not the commando type at all, but in a skirt like this sometimes it's better not to", at which he nodded before adding "VPL?".  I laughed and told him I was here to get the bags, not to discuss my underwear which got him a little red faced again.
I loaded the bags into my car and took them back to my place.  A few days later he sent me a text saying there were two more bags but that he'd drop them around and when would I be in.  I told him he could drop them off at the weekend, which he did on the Saturday afternoon.  I invited him and took him to the spare room to put the bags with the rest of them.  "Time for a cuppa?" I asked, and he agreed.  Whilst making it in the kitchen he apologised again for the other day; "You must think I'm a pervert" he said, "No, I just think you're a man!" His eyes darted downward for a few moments, making me somewhat conscious of the fact that I was in a skirt again.  "Luckily I don't need to claim any ladders today", to which he replied "Shame" with a smile and sipped his coffee.  "You and Amanda have just split up, I'm sure you're not interested in that, or at least you shouldn't be, not with me anyway" I half scolded and half teased.  Truth of the matter was that Amanda was pretty much the opposite of me, she was dark and slim with a fairly pert body despite being older.
"I have a deal", I finally announced, "The back lawn needs mowing which is clearly a man job, so if you do it for me I'll let you find out something I think you're dying to know."  "Ok" he enthusiastically replied and I showed him to the lawn mower.
It took about half an hour and when he was done he was pretty sweaty so I let him shower off and clean himself up.  I led him to the bedroom and told him to lie on the bed.  "What is it I'm going to find out?" he asked.  I straddled him on the bed and shuffled up the bed on my knees until I was over his head, him staring up at my crotch.  "Am I wearing knickers?" I asked.  "Black thong..." he reported.  I stayed when I was, and gaining courage he ran his hands up the back to my legs to then squeeze my bum.  I gyrated my hips and he moved his hand to the front to pull my knickers aside.  He raised his head up to access to my pussy which he slowly licked and kissed.  "You were only meant to look...." I said while stifling a had been a while and this was rather nice so I didn't want it to stop.  I pushed down on him and rubbed my pussy against his outstretched tongue as it flicked my clit and explored my lips.  I started to pant and gasp as he brought me quickly to legs hugged the side of his head tightly as I came.
I collapsed on my back and he got on his knees, undid his trousers, lifted and separated my knees, pulled my knickers aside and within moments his cock was inside me, long slow strokes burrowing his whole shaft balls deep.  He only lasted five or six strokes before he pulled out, pointed his cock at my belly and shot his cum over me in three or four jets.  It couldn't have been more than 5 minutes and we'd both cum.
We lay on the bed and I re-iterated that he was only supposed to look, but that I didn't mind, however he wasn't  to say anything to Amanda which he agreed to.  "My turn for a shower now" I said as I took myself off to the bathroom.  When I was done he was all dressed and left soon after.
A few days later I got a text from him;
"Need any more jobs done? ;)"
"No I'm back to doing those job by myself now :p"
"Shame, it was fun"
I didn't reply, but he then sent
"It was more of a quickie though, I'd love to do something proper :)"
"You're my friend's ex, so no!"
"You seemed to enjoy it...."
"I did, but I hadn't had any action for months!"
"Neither had I!"
I didn't reply right away, but I thought about it and the next morning I texted him;
"Just once though....and I swear that's all!"
"Now? :)"
"No, come around about 7".
So I got showered, gave my bush a nice trim, and come 7pm the doorbell went.  I wasn't wearing underwear, just a white shirt and jeans.  I invited him in and he had two bottles of wine so I took him through to the kitchen and proceeded to open a bottle.
"Wine?  Thought maybe you'd what a wham-bam-thankyou-maam?"
"Not at all." he replied, but I could see him unashamedly eyeing up my boobs under my tshirt.
I poured us both a drink and sat at the kitchen table;
"Show us your cock then" I smiled.
He seemed a little shocked :) but as I sipped my wine he obediently took his trousers off and pulled off his boxers.  It was ok, fairly average, fully shaven.  I motioned him to stand beside me and I took his flaccid cock in my hand and started to slowly work my hand up and down it.
"Do you liked a fully shaved pussy?"  I asked.  "I don't mind as long as it's neat" he said, his cock starting to grow harder and harder.  "You wearing a bra?" he asked.  I shook my head, "No knickers either" I added.  I started to kiss the tip of his cock, and lick the shaft.  "You like getting your cock sucked?" I teased.  "Oh yeah."  With that I sank my mouth slowly down his cock, then slowly up again, repeating this three or four times.  "That good?" "Amazing" he replied.  "Come on...." I said and led him to the bedroom.
He undressed and lay on the bed, and I also undressed.  I attacked his rigid cock with a few more deep strokes of my mouth, then got a condom from the drawer and rolled it down him.  I got on top, guiding his cock into my pussy, then started riding him...pushing down and rubbing my clit against him.  I leaned forward and he grabbed my boobs and help them to his mouth and licked and kissed my nipples.  He didn't move his hips, instead letting me do the work and find my own rhythm.  Feeling like I was using his cock for my own pleasure and focussing only on myself was such a turn on.  "You're going to make me cum" I offered by way of encouragement to keep going, pushing my clit down on him, then feeling his tongue on my nipples on the upstroke.  We'd only been going a few minutes by my breath was already getting heavy, and sensing I was on the verge of cumming he started to breath heavy too until I finally reached orgasm with his cock buried deep inside me.
I only had a few moments to catch my breath before I was being manoeuvred onto all fours where he proceeded to fuck me hard from behind, lasting only seconds before slowing his pace and then pulling out, "I don't want to cum yet" he said, lying down on his back and I could see his cock twitching, around it a condom streaked with my pussy juices.  I took the condom off and chucked it on the bedside table.  I got on my knees between his legs and took his cock into my mouth, slowly working on it with my lips and tongue.  He started to pant and groan loudly so I continued and within moments he was cumming in my mouth.
Having swallowed it all I lay on my back and he returned the favour; getting between my legs he opened them wide, exposing my pussy and clit.  He manoeuvred a finger inside me and finger fucked up until he found a pace I liked and then started to lick my clit too.  I "oohed" and "ahhed" to let him know exactly what I liked.  "Keep going...." I whispered, thoroughly enjoying the attention.  My own moans got louder, and sensing I was close to cumming also he slipped a finger up my arsehole while his tongue continued to lap at my clit and his other finger sliding in and out of my pussy.  "I'm cumming...." I cried out and promptly did, my body shaking and twitching until I was finished.
We rested for a bit then got dressed and went to the living room to finish off the wine.  "Was that better?" I asked.  "Much" he smiled back, raising his glass, "I could probably go again in a while though."  It was fairly late and we chatted for a while until the wine was all gone, it was about 1am I think.  "You want to call a taxi?" I asked.  "Sure", and he took his wallet out, opened it and took out a wrapped condom.  "For the road?" he asked with a smile.  "Go on then" I laughed.  I took my jeans and knickers down and sat on the sofa, legs spread.  He pulled his jeans down a little, put the condom on and knelt in front of me, sliding his cock right inside me.  I reached back to hold the sofa's head rest and he grabbed at my boobs over my t-shirt while fucking me with a medium pace.  He moved his hand down to gently rub my clit, I closed my eyes and just concentrated on enjoying the experience.  We fucked in silence, but after a while he started to go soft so we stopped.  "You're not a young man that can fuck all night anymore" I teased him, "but don't feel too bad, you got a lot of pussy tonight."

He got on his phone and ordered a taxi while I got myself presentable, then saw him out.  I have a feeling it won't be last I hear from him!

Sunday, 6 November 2016

Train quickie

I was coming back on the train with my friend and we were in a section of four seats where the seats face each other.  It was fairly busy and across from us was a youngish black guy who had nodded off.  My friend digged me with her elbow and indicated toward him.  I looked for a few seconds before I could see what she was trying to point looked like he had an erection.  A nice erection too.  "Should we take a picture?" I asked but my friend just said I was terrible.
It was her stop so she got up to get off which woke the guy up.  He looked around a bit and we caught eyes and I smiled.  "Nice dream?" I asked.  "Sorry?" he replied.  "You looked a little excited when you were sleeping" I said, nodding down to his crotch, "What to borrow my paper?" I smiled.  He looked down and smiled back, "Sorry about that, it's on its way down thanks", and he grabbed it and rearranged a little.  "Any better?" he asked.  "Why don't you just go to the toilet know."  "I dunno, I might."  I urged him on so he got up to go to the toilet.  It was one of those trains where the toilet is in an area at the back in its own section by the bikes so it was fairly private.  A few steps up the aisle he looked back at me and pointed toward where the toilets were as if to ask if I was coming.  It looked like he was joking but I went anyway lol.
There was no-one in that section of the train so we both went in, and I put the toilet lid down and sat on it and he faced me and quickly took his trousers and boxers down to his knees, his black cock staring me in the face.  He was fully shaven and looked circumcised too.  It was fairly average in size but had a bit of a bend to it.  "What's your name, by the way?" I asked.  "Jake, yours?".  "Hi Jake I'm Rachael" I said back then gripped his cock in my hand.  "I'm going to bust a nut any second" he said, sounding somewhat rushed.  I held my fingers to my lips to shoosh him, then ran my lips over the head of his cock, then back to the tip.  Then I ran my lips down a bit further and withdrew, doing that slowly and gently until I couldn't go down any deeper.  He gripped the sides of the toilet and moved his hips with the rhythm of my mouth.  I reached up to feel his balls in my hand.  He was tensing them quite badly and suddenly his cum erupted into my mouth as he exhaled deeply.
When he was finished cumming he slid his cock out of my mouth and pulled his jeans back up.  "You're good at that" he complimented me, "sorry I didn't last".  We fixed ourselves up went and sat back down and I was feeling so horny, looking around a people thinking I'd just sucked someone off.  He gave me his number and said we should "hook up" sometime.  Not sure if he meant it but I'll keep it in mind.
When I got back home I went straight to the bedroom and used my vibrator.  My knickers were in such a state!

Sunday, 29 May 2016

New lodger pt 2

About a week later he came back from a visit home and I asked him how things were going with his wife and he said so-so, he was still seeing her a few times a week.  "Do you guys still....?" I asked.  He went red which pretty much gave me my answer.  "Have you had sex with us both on the same day?" I followed up, but he denied that they were sleeping together but I bet they were.  "Tell me" I teased, "I don't mind.  Is she as good as me?"  "We don't have sex" was his emphatic response.  I got close and started to stroke his crotch, "Am I your slut on the side?" I asked, feeling him get hard, "Do you think about me when you fuck her?".  We kissed passionately as he felt my tits, "What position does she like?" I asked again, not letting it drop :)  He unzipped himself and took out his cock.

I got down on my haunches and took his cock in my mouth and it tasted like rubber.  "You wear condoms with her?" I asked.  I took a few more sucks of his cock then stopped, standing back up.  "You fucked her this morning, didn't you?" I interrogated while going in for a passionate kiss.  I stroked his cock while we kissed, his hands all over my body, squeezing my tits and bum.  He started to twitch and jerk and pushed his cock against me while some spunk dribbled out as he orgasmed.

That weekend I was having a Saturday morning lie-in and could hear him walking about to the bathroom so I called him into my bedroom.  I was naked but under the duvet, I asked if he was seeing his wife this weekend but he said he wasn't.  As a bit of chit chat I asked what he was planning to do instead and he said he didn't know, and I could see him mentally removing the duvet.  I put my hands behind my head and said I didn't know what I was going to do either, was just enjoying a lie in.  He was standing by my bed and we fell into a silence.  Eventually he moved his hand toward the duvet and seemed to stroke it.  "Ok" he said, and with a gentle pull the duvet lowered enough to expose part of my nipple.  He pulled it down some more to expose my boobs completely.  "Just having a lie in?" he asked, to which I replied "Yeah, I'll see what I feel like doing later".  He started to grope my breasts, teasing my nipples to an erect state, pinching them between his fingers.  He pulled the duvet away to completely expose my whole body, and his hands ran down my belly and his fingers toyed with my bush.  His finger pushed on and went inside my lips to find my clit, and he slowly ran his finger up and down it and I couldn't help but react, writhing with his touch.  "You like that?" he asked.  "Can't you tell?".

He took a johnny from the bedside cabinet, dropped his trousers and boxers and rolled it over his cock.  Getting into the bed on top of me I opened my legs and he guided his cock into me.  He fucked me slowly, licking and sucking my nipples as his cock slid in and out.  I reached around and grabbed his bum, pulling him deep into me.  We started to kiss sensually, it was quite a passionate and erotic fuck.  At the deepest point of penetration he was stimulating my clit, "keep going and you'll make me cum" I whispered.  We continued with his penetrating rhythm, alternating his mouth between licking my nipples and kissing me slowly on the mouth.  I grabbed his body and held it in tight as he finally pushed me to the point of an amazing body bucked as I moaned loudly.

He waited for my orgasm to end, then sat himself up and spread my legs to see his cock work its way in and out of my pussy, fucking me faster until he was cumming himself, filling the condom with spunk as it was buried inside me.  We lay in the bed for a while after, my thighs were wet and sticky with my juices.  Still completely exposed in front of him he told me that this was probably the "last time", that he was planning on moving back in with his wife.  I told him that was fine, and at least we had some fun.

He pretty much kept to his word and a week later he had moved back to his wife.  The sex was good, not amazing, and I was glad for the occasional action.

Saturday, 28 May 2016

New lodger pt 1

I had a guy stay as a favour to a friend-of-a-friend type thing.  He's about late 40s I guess and was splitting from his wife and needed somewhere to stay until he could get something more permanent sorted.  He was fairly miserable in general, though given the circumstances I suppose it's understandable.  I only ever really saw him in the evening, sometimes he'd sit with me and watch telly, or talk about his wife and their issues.  He wasn't quite getting divorced I don't think but a split was on the cards, he didn't seem certain what he wanted to do.

Anyway, this particular evening was a Friday and we were just watching telly and having a few wines.  It was getting late and I often caught him staring at my boobs.  Ok I wasn't wearing a bra but they're hardly pert these days :) anyway looking down I had a bit of an erect nip, but I wasn't too bothered about it.  After polishing off the wine he went to bed.  That Saturday we had a few drinks too and I couldn't help teasing him a little; "I thought I should keep my bra on tonight, things got a bit nippy last night!"  He just smiled and nodded and went quite red, bless him.  Our show ended and he looked his usual down self so I asked him what was wrong, and he talked about his wife for a bit while I listened.  I'd occasionally touch him on the knee, or thigh to show support and the fact that "I'm listening".  He'd touch my leg or arm occasionally and after a while we were both resting our hands on each other's legs.  "Another drink?" I asked, in a lull.

I went to the kitchen to top up our glasses and when I returning to the living room I put the glasses on the table and gave him a "Shhhh....".  I kissed him lightly on the lips which he reciprocated.  I took my top off while he started intently, then I unhooked my bra and let it fall to the floor.  I got on my knees between his legs and ran my hands up his thighs.  "You know not every girl is like your wife?" I said.  My hands moved over to his crotch and felt his bulge.  I went to pull down his zip but he pre-empted me by doing it himself, then pulled his trousers down past his bum.  I could see his cock already hard, pushing against the cotton of his boxers.  I reached into the opening and pulled it out.  It wasn't the biggest, maybe 4 or 5 inches, but I sank my mouth around it, taking the whole length into my mouth as he let out a groan.  I slowly ran my mouth over it, up and down, him groaning each time.  I took it out of my mouth and kissed and licked the head, then licked the shaft all over, before taking it back into my mouth again, slowly and rhythmically running my lips over the whole length of his shaft.  "I'm going to cum" he whispered in harsh breaths to which I gave an "Mmmm..." noise, letting him know exactly what was going to happen when he did.  Each stoke of my mouth over his cock forced out a pant and then his cum exploded into my mouth.

"That was amazing" he said, still out of breath while I sat on the sofa beside him, his cock lying flaccid and wet, which he then put back into his boxers.  "Why did you do that?" he asked, "Some women do like sex too, you know" I smiled back.  He leaned in for a kiss, which I gave him, and his hand wandered down to my boob which he caressed for a while.  I put my bra and t-shirt back on though and told him the fun was over for tonight.

The next morning he seemed a lot more chipper, "Good last night, was it?" I asked him and he gave an enthusiastic "Yes".  "I'd loved to repay the compliment" he told me.  I was still in my dressing gown, so I kissed him and said "I have to take a shower".  After my shower I got back into my dressing gown and he was in the living room watching telly.  He got up to greet me and put his hands around my waist and we kissed.  "Come on" I said, and took his hand and led him to the bedroom.

He took his trousers and boxers down and I took off my gown, exposing myself completely.  His cock was proud and I got on the bed and spread my legs.  "Your turn" I said, and he got on the bed between my legs and started to lick me out, "oh yeah...." I moaned in encouragement, gyrating my hips and pushing my clit against his tongue, "that's it, lick that pussy".  He kept his tongue nice and wet, and mixed with my own juices it was good but I didn't think I was going to cum.  "There's johnnys in the drawer" I told him, then got on all fours to make it clear I was ready for him.  He opened one and rolled it down his cock then rammed it into me from behind.  I pushed back onto him as he thrust, fucking me hard while grabbing my ass, "fuck me" I ordered him, "that's it, fuck me".  He slammed into me a few more times before groaning then cumming.

We lay on the bed for a while, he was covered in sweat, "that was good..." I purred, fondling his
soft cock.  "Is that your dildo in the drawer?" he said, referencing my trusty rabbit.  I hadn't come yet so I took it out and turned it on so it started to buzz and handed it to him.  He got back between my legs and pushed it in and out of my pussy, letting the rabbit ears vibrate against my clit and I was soon cumming myself.  He gently lapped and kissed my pussy, tasting my juices.

"Sex with you is amazing" he confessed as we lay beside each other after.  We kissed passionately and I could taste my own pussy on his mouth.  His hands started to roam all over my body but I was done for the time being so suggested we get dressed.

More later :)

Tuesday, 9 February 2016

Back in the saddle

Wow, haven't blogged for ages!  So much has changed though, I've moved to a new place, got a new job, got older etc etc so I'm hardly getting any action these days.  I did have something I thought I'd write about though :)

My new flat is a two bed but sometimes I need to rent the other room out, but overall I prefer to live by myself.  Anyway I had this chap stay with me for around six months, he was new to the area, had a new job and needed somewhere to stay until he got settled.  He was 26, not too bad looking, fairly normal.  I like to think that when I do have a flat mate that they can feel at home and relaxed.  I'd explain that I leave my knickers out to dry in the kitchen, I'll probably walk around in just a towel after a shower, stuff like that and for them to hopefully not feel too uptight either.

I'd quite often catch him in the kitchen in the morning getting ready for work, and after we got easier in each other's company I'd sometimes dispense with my bathrobe and just walk around in a long t-shirt I often sleep in.  What was funny was that whenever I did, if I needed something from a drawer, or cupboard when I turned back around I often caught him glancing then pretending he wasn't, so he probably got the odd shot of my bum but I didn't mind, I was just glad of the attention :)

Anyway there were two incidents in particular that I remember, as in the whole time he was there they were the two times he was fairly undressed.  He had a t-shirt on in the kitchen in the morning but just boxers on his bottoms.  I'd be all nonchalant at the table having my cereal but obviously I was trying to get as many glances in as I could.  He wasn't particularly well built, but his boxers were loose and when he moved I got a pretty good idea of the pendulum in his pants as it would sway around and it was a good size.

The second time I caught him like that his boxers were tight, and I could pretty much see everything as the cloth clung tight around his cock and it was definitely a nice size.  After that I had quite a few sexual fantasies about him fucking me, or about me just yanking his boxers down to expose his cock and then start sucking it.

Nothing really happened though, we flirted a little from time to time, sometimes I'd get him to pick out what knickers I should wear that day if they were out drying, things like that.  He eventually left on a Saturday morning so I made sure I was up and had his deposit ready but I was still in my long T-shirt.  His car was already packed and we were saying our goodbyes and whatnot so I said to him "Come and give me a hug", so we embraced and I could tell from the duration there was something there...maybe?  So as we released I lowered by hands slowly down his body, passing over his hips and he did the same to mine.  My hands lingered on his hips and his on mine.  "Do you have to go right now?" I asked him, and replied "No, I could stay a bit longer, why?"  We looked into each others' eyes for a moment and his hand slid down the small of my back, over my arse and back to his sides.

I walked off to my bedroom and I could hear him following.  I lay down on my bed, my t-shirt riding up naturally, exposing my pussy, and he stood beside.  He took off his t-shirt, then slid down his jeans and boxers, and as he did that cock popped out, already fully erect.  He got on the bed between my legs and pushed them open, exposing me even more.  My pussy hair was a landing strip plus three days' growth, but without saying a word got between my legs and licked and flicked at my pussy and clit.  Before I could do it myself his hands slid up my t-shirt and found my erect nipples which he tweaked and played with, rubbing his fingers over them from side to side while he did the same with his tongue on my clit.  His technique was good, I was impressed....and very turned on.  Maybe too turned on...he moved up my body, lifted my T-shirt up to expose my breasts and sucked on them as he slid his cock inside me.  I was so horny I didn't care, I grabbed his butt and pulled it toward me with the rhythm his hips made as he slowly slid his cock in and out of me, "oh god, fuck me" I gently moaned which seemed to egg him on, he picked up pace and fucked me harder.  He sat upright between my legs, pushing them open at the knees, looking down at my pussy as his cock slid in and out of it.  He pulled it out, gave a few pumps with his hand and sprayed cum all over my belly.

"Was that good?" I asked.  He lay beside me and we cuddled, the cum rubbing off onto him as we started to kiss, first gently and then passionately, his hands wandering down to my pussy, finding my clit and with gentle motions brought me to orgasm too.

After a bit we both got up, got dressed and decided to go out to a cafe for breakfast.  It felt a bit weird, but ok.  We talked about sex a lot, not only the sex we'd just had but what things we liked and so on.  I confessed about seeing his cock in his boxers and about the sexual fantasies I'd had about him.  He confessed to having had similar fantasies about me, which was nice, and he talked at length about how he loved my blonde pussy (his first, no less!).  I told him I was good with blowjobs and he quite frankly said he'd love to see that, and I equally as frank told him I'd gladly suck him off.

After breakfast we went back to mine and pretty much got down to it, it was animalistic.  We went to my bedroom and both got naked, him on the bed and me between his legs, his cock in my mouth, working it with my lips and tongue, looking up at him to see him squirm in enjoyment, his hips bucking to fuck my mouth.  Sometimes I'd take a break from sucking him to lower my pussy down onto him for a few strokes, sometimes facing him and sometimes away, then going back to sucking him off again.  I knew he wouldn't last too long and when he finally did come it was in my mouth.

"I knew you'd swallow" he grinned at me when I lay back down beside him, my hands feeling his balls and the shaft of his cock still wet and sticky.  We talked a bit more and I confessed it had been probably a year or more since I'd last had sex.  He seemed surprised at that, complementing me not only on my "skills" but my general sexuality which he said he found very erotic.  After some general talk about past relationships etc I could see he was hard again so I told him to fuck me doggy style which he duly did.  We fucked hard, him ramming his big hard cock into me from behind, it felt amazing but we were both beyond cumming and stopped when exhausted.

Finally he left, but we were both very satisfied, and we still occasionally send the odd erotic text message, where he is much braver than he was in real life; gutted now knowing my arse would probably have been available if he had wanted it :)

Next time when I rent I might try and get the sex going at the start rather than the end :)