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Back in the Swinging Saddle

 Posted by on 28 December 2011
Dec 282011
 

Well as of last night, I am officially back in the swing of things (pun intended).  It’s been a while since I’ve played with anyone; I just haven’t been in the mood for whatever reason.  So for those of you who have missed the stories of my sexual exploits, read on and enjoy!

Last week, before Christmas, MrBadBoy sent me a text asking if I was open to coming to play with him soon.  The timing was actually pretty perfect.  I immediately responded and we made a date.

On Monday night, I took some extra time preparing for my date with a nice hot bath.  I shaved everything smooth, leaving a little welcome mat up top.  I used my (crappy flip) phone to snap a couple pics of my pussy and sent the best one to MrBadBoy as he had requested.  I also followed up with a nipple pic.  When I woke up on Tuesday, I was so excited.  I did my hair and makeup, packed a little bag with some toiletries and lingerie and went to work.  Wonderful day at work keeping my little 5:00 secret under wraps.  At 5:00, I drove to MrBadBoy’s new place.  He met me in the lobby of his building and pulled me close for a long, lingering kiss.  We hadn’t seen each other in a very long time, so although the kiss was very nice, I could tell it might take a bit for us to get reacquainted.  That’s not a bad thing, but just a fact.  Getting to know someone sexually is fun, but familiarity creates intensity!

He took me up to his apartment and once we got inside, he again pulled me close for some more intense kissing.  He reached his hands up my skirt and pulled down my panties and tights.  Then he worked his thick fingers into my waiting pussy, enticing it to start pulsating and dripping with anticipation.   He walked me into his bedroom and pushed me against the wall, kissing me firmly on the mouth.  He told me to take my clothes off and he removed his at the same time.  We spent a little more time fooling around like that until he agreed that we should both take showers (I wanted to freshen up and he had just finished a workout.)  He took me to the bathroom and started the shower for me, adjusting the water temperature, which I found to be a nice little touch.  I closed the door and took a quick shower, also using the time to get over my nerves a bit.  It had been so long since I’ve played with anyone, it was almost like my first time again.

Once I was done in the shower, he jumped in and I waited for him on the bed.  He had a candle next to the bed, but there weren’t any matches for me to light it.   He had a few different kinds of condoms laid out neatly.  Ilooked around the room and waited patiently trying to remind myself not to be nervous.  When he came back we started kissing a bit on the bed, and he almost immediately went down on me.  Using his hands and mouth, he got me going so hard.  I knew I wanted to cum, but I was worried about messing up his fresh linens.  (I sound so Martha Stewart — Fresh Linens?? Really??)  I made some comment like, “Do you want to put something down so I don’t gush all over the bed?”  He kind of giggled and started working his magic with even more intensity.  He said, “Don’t ever hold back with me, baby.”  We both started going wild with our hands on my pussy until I made a big wet mess.

Once he was fully satisfied with that, he put on a condom and started to work his cock against me.  It was a little touch and go for a bit.  His cock was hard, but not exactly rock hard, so it took a little bit of work to get a nice rhythm going.  He never seemed concerned.  In fact, he calmed me down, letting me know that it was fine for me to just relax.  It’s actually nice to have a guy who isn’t just worried about how hard he can fuck me.  Sometimes it seems that guys are into that “pussy-pounding” thing, which is actually pretty hot in the right circumstances, but sucks when it’s not done right.  In order to even consider a good “pussy-pounding”, she first must be incredibly turned on, her pussy completely relaxed (usually achieved by some long, slow fucking), and it’s my opinion that any sort of “pussy-pounding” activity should ALWAYS be initiated by the woman, not the guy.

After a while, at my request, he pulled his cock out of me and rolled onto his back so that I could ride him.  I lowered myself onto his cock and rocked back and forth with him inside me.  After a little while, we decided it was time for me to suck his cock, and just like a perfect gentleman, he washed his dick for me first.  😉  When he came back to the bed, I went down on him sucking and stroking his cock, using it like a lip gloss, and brushing it gently across my eyelashes.   The penis is such an amazing organ the way it responds to stimuli by growing, pulsating, and twitching toward pleasure.  I teased my mouth around the tip, coaxing his cock to impulsively pull itself closer, desperately trying to slip its way inside my moist lips and over my hot tongue.   The more I stroked him, the more I could tell he was close to cumming.  When he came, the wave of sticky wet cum gushed over my hand and I rubbed his cock some more over my face.  As the hardness in his cock subsided, I continued to stroke it, being sure to work my hand all the way up and over the tip, just because I knew it would drive him crazy.  Finally, he had to stop me.  Too intense for him.

We spent maybe 30 minutes to an hour lying in his bed naked and talking about work, kids, money, life, etc.  Just catching up with each other.  Then we went for a second round with a different condom.  Second time was easier than the first.  After about 3 hours total, I got dressed and he walked me out to my car.   We had a couple texts on my drive home and one back and forth this morning.   I would love to have some more regular playtime with this guy.  He’s super respectful and a lot of fun.   I never did get to wear the shoes for him like I had planned.  Oh well!  I didn’t really want to wear shoes while having sex anyway.

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