Monday, 4 December 2017

Waxing

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 get...my 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?"
"FWB?"
"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 moan...it 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 orgasm...my 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!