With the early morning text exchange with Lewis, I felt optimism. A nice feeling, for a change. He was flirty and sexy without being crass. I liked it.
We texted off and on throughout the day, sharing some jokes along the way. I’d been busy at work with the new role – finally – and it helped me to not worry about whether a few hours had passed without my hearing from him.
Our first date was Monday night. Through Wednesday morning, we exchanged relatively steady, if infrequent, text messages. He wasn’t as consistent as the school teacher, but he’s definitely not a bad texter.
I started to realize my schedule was conspiring against me. I also started to wonder whether he was going to ask me out again.
It’s funny; normally I’m pretty bold in my dealings with people – if I want or need something, I ask for it. But I’ve become hyper aware of the fact that men seem to say yes when you ask them out, even if they aren’t too keen. I’ve pushed dating along with some men that the moment I stop texting, all communication stops. Therefore I tend to not ask because it means if they ask, I know they’re interested. If they don’t text me back, I don’t text them again because I assume if they want to, they will get in touch.
I espouse this philosophy all the time – if he likes you, he will reach out. I do believe it’s true. But I am hard pressed to think of ANY other situation in my life that I approach in the same way.
I wanted to ask Lewis out. Wanted to ask him if he’d like to come over to my place for a drink. I know he’s busy with work and he has his child almost 50% of the time, so I wasn’t taking his lack of asking as any big deal – it hadn’t been more than two days. His texts to me were far more than just keeping me on the back burner.
So I took the plunge and did it – even starting my text saying “can I be so bold as to ask you…”.
He said he would love to see me but he had his daughter on Thursday. So I asked if he was free Wednesday instead – it was, and the timing worked perfectly. He would be getting home from work around the time I would be ready to see him.
I’ve been conditioned for men to be late, or cancel at the last minute. If Tony said he’d be over at 8, I expected him at 9:30. So I was surprised when Lewis texted me that he was at my door, right on time.
He greeted me with kisses on either cheek. We went to my kitchen and he decided to have what I was having – proscecco with two liqueurs – also known as the first cocktail I had on my first date with Tony. Drinks in hand, we moved to the couch, where we talked for 90 minutes. It was probably 45 minutes before he put his hand on my leg. Point being, he wasn’t immediately all over me. I even caught myself wondering why – and had to check that attitude right away, as a respectful good pace is way better.
When I went to the kitchen to get a refill, he followed me in. We moved to dark ‘n stormy’s, another favorite. As I was messing about getting the drinks, he came over to me, put his hand around my waist, and pulled me to him.
If the kiss in the rain was steamy, this kiss was just plain hot. We were immediately all over each other – his mouth crushing mine, tongues finding each other again, hands everywhere. He had his hands on my ass, or in my hair, or on the back of my neck. We would break apart for a second and then dive right back in. At one point he put a hand down the front of my pants and I stopped him, telling him I was menstruating.
We must have kissed for at least 15 minutes non stop – I was literally sweating.
I pulled back from him ever so slightly and said “I think there’s something I need to tell you. I’m not vanilla”.
He said “what do you mean?”
I said “sexually, I’m kind of kinky. I’m experimenting and learning my boundaries and haven’t found many. I like it rough. I’m kind of submissive. And I have been told I’m insatiable – and while I can be satisfied, I like sex A LOT.”
I waited, wondering what he was going to say. He broke into a broad smile, looking down at me, and he said “Oh Ann, we are going to get along just great.” And with that, he pulled me into him. He removed my shirt and my bra and put his mouth on one nipple, than the next. I arched and moaned against him. He held me up as I lost my footing from pleasure.
I needed to not be standing. We moved back to the couch, where he took off his dress shirt and undershirt and my eyes likely widened as I took in his perfectly sculpted chest and arms. I’m a sucker for big biceps and forearms and he has an amazing body.
He sat down on my couch, topless, and I straddled him and he took my breasts back into his mouth.
I slipped my hand between his legs. He moaned. I could feel him getting harder with my touch. We kissed and I put my hands behind his neck and I ground myself into him. We moved together like we’d been dance partners for years. The dude can move.
We stopped and he held my face in his hands and said “Ann Ann Ann…there are going to be FIREWORKS.”
At some point we discussed when we could see each other again. Next day I was free was Tuesday, so it became a date.
I dropped to my knees in front of him on the couch, between his legs. I explored his chest and stomach with my mouth and lips, taking my time to kiss him everywhere, then running my tongue along the waistline of his pants, all the while rubbing his cock.
I needed to see it. He undid his belt and I unzipped his pants, putting my hand into his underwear to pull it out and thought
OH MY GOODNESS
NO FUCKING WAY
THE COCK FAIRY HAS COME.
In my hands was an uncut cock, not even fully hard, and it was the biggest I’d ever seen (and please don’t ask me exactly how large; I don’t know. My guess would be 9″ long when fully erect but it’s not like I asked or measured). After taking a second to absorb what I was holding, I had him in my mouth. He groaned in pleasure; I could barely get my mouth around him.
Then he got hard. I couldn’t believe my eyes or my hands, which had trouble encircling his girth.
I told him it was gorgeous, and meant it.
I did not make him cum, nor did I try to. I played with him, and him with my breasts, and as we talked he slapped his gigantic cock against my chest while making appreciative noises.
He said “I’ve never before wished the weekend could be over and Tuesday would come.” He asked me which positions made me cum and I told him I liked it from behind, or on top, then giggled while saying I liked it on my back with my hands on a man’s shoulders SO HE COULD BE DEEPER. I said I didn’t think that was going to be an issue with him.
I cannot even begin to accurately describe how crazily instantly excited and wet I was at the thought of taking that man’s cock. And even better: I think he’s almost as excited to be with me.
But I have to wait 6 days to get it. Feels like a dating lifetime; will we survive?