super hot friday night/saturday morning

Saturday, May 2, 2009

As you can probably guess from the title and the lateness of my post, my date went extremely well last night. Which is funny, because it started off, not on the wrong foot exactly, but certainly not in a way that would leave me to believe that we'd be fucking like mad mere hours later.

But I get ahead of myself, I suppose I should start at the beginning and lead into all the fucking...

We met in front of a church - it towers over the little square, so it was the best landmark I could think of. Rhys hasn't been in the city long, so I had to find somewhere in my neighborhood close to the subway and with a good, obvious landmark. I was super early, so I sat on a park bench and tried to figure out which guy walking alone might be Rhys. We had exchanged photos of course, but seeing someone in real life is much different. Especially if they sent you photos from when they were much younger, or better looking, or had more hair or less of a gut. I needn't have worried, because I spotted Rhys right away. I had sent him a quick text to let him know where I was sitting, and watched him walk in my general direction, scanning the crowds in the fading light. Remaining invisible for a moment served my purposes, it let me get a good look at him before he saw me.

At least his picture had been fairly accurate. He didn't wear glasses in his picture, but he did tell me about them, so I wasn't surprised. He was tall, and wiry. Not so skinny I'd feel like I behemoth in comparison, but definitely thin. I know that some women go for the muscled beefcake look, or the chiseled abs and perfect hair. But to be perfectly honest, that kind of physique just makes me nervous... I like a guy with strong arms, but giant muscles turn me off. I think it's because I'm so lazy myself. Any guy with a six-pack is going to be sorely disappointed when he finds out I'd rather lounge about on a Sunday, watching Family Guy and eating ice cream than hit the gym or go mountain biking.

I dated a guy like that once. He was like a Mountain Dew commercial - tanned and muscular and 'extreme'. Our dates consisted of grueling hikes, crazy mountain biking adventures and such. I wouldn't have been at all surprised if he suggested sky diving or wrestling alligators. The sex was hot, but he was a fan of all Olympic sex, all the time. And damn it, sometimes a girl just likes to have lazy sex that doesn't involve crazy contortions and swinging from the chandeliers... Not that I mind that on occasion, but after a 12 mile hike, let me just have some regular sex please! I broke up with him before he decided that we needed to go jump out of planes on snowboards or something. But I digress...

Back to Rhys. He seemed shy, and perhaps a little bit dorky, but I like that. I already knew from our emails and phone conversations that he had a wicked sense of humor and a biting wit. Even though I thought he looked fairly cute from afar, I have to admit I wasn't instantly attracted to him. Not that I didn't find him attractive, but sparks didn't fly or anything as dramatic as that.

As I debated getting up off the bench to let him know where I was, he turned his head and looked at me. He made his way over and said in his sexy accent "Chloe?". I nodded, and got up off the bench. We debated a bit about where to go for drinks, but as he doesn't know the neighborhood, he let me lead the way. Even though I know every bar in the area, I had a sudden attack of nerves and couldn't think of a single place to go. Everywhere seemed wrong. Too loud. Too full of drunken meatheads. Too romantic. Finally I sighed and said "let's just start walking this way".

I ultimately settled on a little pub where we could grab drinks at the bar. We ordered our beers and made awkward chit chat. Sitting at the bar was both good and bad. We had to keep turning to look at each other while we talked, but at least I wasn't sitting across from him at a table and feeling like an idiot. For all that we had sent dozens of emails back and forth, IM'd like crazy and talked on the phone, I couldn't think of a single thing to say. I honestly don't even remember what we talked about, all I know is I kept drinking more to cover the awkward silences. I remember thinking 'fantastic, another fucking shy person. and now we'll just sit here all night not speaking to each other'. I gulped the last of my beer and we ordered another round. Fuck.

After another round or two, we went to another bar. It was too loud for conversation, so we hurriedly finished our beers and went to another bar. And another. At one point, we walked across a small park on our way to yet another bar. Our lack of conversation hadn't really improved at all, but we were both on our way to getting steadily hammered, so it mattered less. At this point, I was a little unsteady on my feet. This despite wearing my Converse sneakers - I never wear heels on a first date if I can help it, I'm not all that graceful when drunk... I grabbed Rhys's arm for support as we made our way through the park. He seemed to take this as an invitation rather than the drunken lunge it was, because he wrapped his arm around my back and pulled me closer. I was in the middle of prattling on about something when he stopped dead and turned me towards him. Before my drink-addled brain could even formulate the 'oh my god he's going to kiss me' thought, his lips were on mine, probing, questioning... There was passion there, but also an inquisitiveness... is this alright? did I read you correctly? Christ, he's just as shy as I am! Emboldened by more beers than I could remember, and wanting to reward a fellow geek for taking the initiative and making the first move, I wrapped a hand around the back of his neck and kissed him back.

By the time we came up for air, I had my hand under his shirt, stroking his stomach and contemplating sliding my hand further, just under the waistband of his jeans. He gave me a crooked grin and said 'Right, where was that bar?" I giggled and grabbed his hand and we continued walking through the park. Every few minutes he'd grab me again mid-sentence and start nibbling on my neck, or he'd cradle my head in his hands and kiss me long and deep. I tend to talk a lot, especially when I'm drunk, so I wasn't sure if he just found me so charming and adorable that he couldn't help kissing me, or if he was just trying to shut me up. Either way, it worked. Our progress to the next bar was slow, making out frantically every 10 feet or so.

I think we ultimately made it there, because I seem to remember sitting at a table, twining our fingers together and drinking more. At this point, we had ended up a ways away from my apartment, and even further from the nearest subway, so I decided to walk with him and help him find his way home. Can't abandon a new immigrant to my neighborhood late at night! I really had no intentions apart from walking with him to the subway, much as I was thoroughly enjoying our drunken gropings on the street, I hadn't yet determined to bring him home with me. I was too drunk to really think that far ahead. We made it to the subway entrance and stood outside kissing and fumbling with each others clothes. I had my fingers hooked in the waistband of his pants, eagerly trying to feel more of him, when before I was even aware of what I was doing, I grabbed his hand and started dragging him down the street towards my apartment. At this point, sex wasn't even specifically on my mind, I just knew that I was shitfaced and that I liked making out with Rhys but damned if I was going to keep doing it on street corners when I had a perfectly comfortable couch just a few blocks away!

Once we made it back to my building, lust took over drunk and we were tearing clothing off before we even got my door unlocked. Both our shirts were off, and my bra soon followed, tossed carelessly in the direction of my couch. I was frantically undoing his belt buckle when he stilled my hands and asked if I had a condom.

"You mean you don't?"

"I didn't want to seem presumptuous"

Despite my frustration, I admit I giggled. And then made a mad dash towards my nightstand. Frantic rummaging revealed that lube, vibrators, and silk scarves I had aplenty, but not a single condom. Fuck. How many times was this going to happen to me before I bought one of those giant boxes of 36? But to quote Rhys, that would be presumptuous. Besides, I feel like buying condoms in bulk just guarantees a dry spell of epic proportions. Fortunately, there's a 24 hr convenience store a few blocks from my apartment... We threw our clothes back on and ran-walked to the store. It normally takes me no more than 10 minutes to walk there, and we were hustling, but with my panties dripping wet and my rock hard nipples rubbing against my hastily thrown on t-shirt, it felt like an eternity.

As we walked up to the counter, my natural shyness took over and I tried not to blush as we asked for condoms. I knew it was glaringly obvious what we were doing only moments before - we were clearly in a hurry. The guy behind the counter pointed to the array of condoms behind him "Which ones?". Rhys made an exasperated noise "Bloody hell, any of them! Right, those there! Perfect!" He slapped down some money and we scurried out of the store, giggling madly.

I hardly remember the walk back to my apartment or quite how we ended up on my couch, divested of every stitch of clothing. I was so eager for his cock at that point I was practically begging for it when he pulled back and looked at me. He didn't say anything for a minute and then he breathed "God, you're gorgeous" before leaning down and catching my nipple in his teeth. I shivered, both from the words and the sensation. It isn't that I haven't had men tell me I'm beautiful before, or that they love my body, but I've never had someone say something like that during a drunken hookup, and with such feeling. It was his tone and the look in his eyes that took my breath away. I'm always a bit nervous when exposing myself like that to someone for the first time, and just those three words undid me, made me feel gloriously sexy and wanton.

There was little room, or need, for foreplay at this point, perhaps that would come later. For now, I just wanted his cock inside me. I wanted him to fuck me, press me back against the cool leather couch and impale me. I pressed my hands against his chest and pushed his head away from my breast so I could lean over and grab a condom off the coffee table. Tearing it open, I slowly unrolled down the length of his gorgeous rock hard penis. He shoved me backwards onto the couch and slid into me. I think we both sighed with relief! Between the walk back to my place, the undressing and the redressing, the condom run and the walk back, we'd been waiting for just this moment for what seemed like hours.

At some point we made it back to my bed and curled under the covers, sweaty, exhausted, replete. We talked about nothing and everything as his hand made slow, lazy circles on my stomach, stroking upwards towards my tits, and down along my thighs. I think at first his movements were unconscious as we talked and basked in that sleepy post-fuck haze, but soon his movements had more purpose, lingering on the upstroke to brush against my nipple with the palm of his hand. I gasped as my nipple went hard under his hand and I heard his breathing quicken. He stroked his hand down my side again, splaying across my stomach and then snaking lazy down to slide a finger along my clit. I arched my back a little, inviting his explorations to continue.

He turned over and propped himself up on one elbow, and quirked an eyebrow at me. I smiled back up at him and shifted my hips provocatively so that his finger slid further down my pussy, letting him feel how wet I was. He slipped first one finger, then two between my swollen lips and leaned in to kiss me. I caught his lower lip between my teeth and was rewarded with a soft moan... I brought my hand down to his cock and stroked it gently, moving my hand down further to cup his balls. His sharp intake of breath invited me to keep going. Grinning wickedly, I pushed him flat on his back and threw my sheets of him, leaning in to take his cock in my mouth. I circled my tongue around the tip, paying extra attention to that little sensitive bit on the underside of his shaft. His breathing quickened and he fisted his hands in my hair. I looked up to see his head thrown back on the pillow, eyes closed, breathing fast. I dipped my head towards him once more, running my tongue up and down his cock before enveloping him completely again. "God, if you keep that up I'm going to cum" I pulled my mouth away from his cock long enough to murmur "Good", before running my tongue in lazy circles around the head. He growled "Not good, I want to fuck you again" and pulled my head up, dragging me on top of him. I felt the tip of his cock nudging against my pussy and was aching to just climb on top of him, but I stopped and said "Condoms?" We both looked at my nightstand, and then back across the room to my couch, simultaneously realizing that we had left them on the coffee table. He leapt out of bed and streaked across the room to snatch them off the table - perks of living in a studio apartment, it didn't take him long. He jumped back into bed, clutching the box triumphantly. God, how can this guy both make me quiver with lust and crack me up, all within the span of a few minutes? To me the best kind of sex has always been the fun, giggly, giddy kind. Sex that takes itself too seriously can just get ridiculous. Besides, for a first time, the goofiness takes away some of the shyness.

I planted a kiss on his cheek to reward him for his daring dash for condoms, and then gently tugged on his earlobe with my teeth while he slipped it on. As soon as he finished, I swung one leg over his hip and climbed on top of him. I reached down to ease his cock into me, stopping with just the tip resting inside my pussy. I knew he wanted more, but I wanted to make him wait. I slid up and down, still only letting just the tip of his cock in... but Rhys wasn't having it, with a grown he grabbed my hips and pulled me down until he was buried deep inside me. I rocked back and forth, pulling him deeper, pressing my clit against his pubic bone and building closer and closer to orgasm. He kept his hands at my hips, guiding me upwards and then thrusting me down harder on his cock. I sat up straight and played with my nipples as I rode him... he brushed my hand aside and cupped my breast, squeezing gently. Seeing my reaction, he squeezed harder and then pulled me down towards him for a kiss, holding my hair back with one hand. The change in angle sent me over the edge and I started quivering as I reached my peak, riding wave after wave of orgasm... Just as I reached my peak, he sped up, pushing himself to his own orgasm. We came together and then collapsed in a sweaty, panting, satisfied heap...

I woke up sometime the next morning to the sound of hissing water as Rhys put my teakettle on the stove. He poked his head around the corner, "Have any tea?"... I sleepily started to climb out of bed, "No no, tell me where it is, you stay in bed and look gorgeous" I snorted. One thing I'm decidedly not in the morning is gorgeous. Before long Rhys was carrying two steaming mugs of tea to my bed. Stark naked. Brave man. Christ, who is this guy? He fucks me senseless twice and then brings me tea in bed the next morning? I could get used to this...

He set the mugs down and slid in beside me. We sipped our hot tea in companionable silence, his hand on my thigh. Suddenly, he put his mug down and turned towards me, cupping my face in his hands and licked a stray drop of tea off my lower lip...

Our half-finished tea forgotten, we picked up where we left off the night (morning?) before... this time was slower, more deliberate, lazier, but no less hot. Shortly thereafter, Rhys gulped the rest of his tea and hustled home to give his dog breakfast and her morning walk. I don't know if I'll see him again, but I kinda hope so. Even if the sex hadn't been incredible (which it was), his reaction upon first seeing me naked certainly ensured that I'd have no qualms about letting him see me naked again soon.