I spent the weekend with Fox.
The weekend started Friday morning when he dropped his car off at my place. He works not far from where I live and it was easier to park then go into his office. Which also meant he could see me in the morning. I’d given him a key so he could just let himself in if I was sleeping.
Being woken up with kisses and a warm male body next to me is pretty damn awesome. Some decent sex and a coffee in bed later, he kissed me goodbye at my front door and was off to work. I worked at home, because I could. I had a few things to get done, in particular preparations for my boudoir photo shoot the next day.
Oh, right, how could I forget? He told me he was “falling for me”.
I’m too tired for a play-by-play but Friday went well. I had to pick several outfits and get my nails done. Do some work. Shave my bikini line. That kind of thing.
Fox came back to my place at the end of the workday. He was quite interested in the outfits I’d picked for my shoot, so I told him I’d put one on for him. White dress shirt (one he lent me) unbuttoned, black lace boyshort panties, black thigh highs, and 4″ gorgeous black & white heels.
He took one look at me and I could feel just how much he liked what he saw.
I am thrilled to say I finally figured out a second sexual position with him where the angle is oh-so-good. Turns out although he’s six inches taller, his legs are pretty much the same length. I’d been compensating for his height, which was unnecessary. He took me from behind standing up, as I bent over my bed, without heels. Perfection.
I didn’t want to have a heavy meal the night before the shoot so we went to a local sushi restaurant for dinner. There was more sex before my early bedtime.
Saturday morning? More sex. A shower, an actual attempt at doing my makeup, and off to the shoot. While they “strongly” suggested professional hair and makeup, I didn’t want to do that. I wanted to look like myself. Anyway, great sex always takes off my makeup, so how can it be a boudoir shot with perfect hair and makeup?
I will hopefully get the pictures within a week and am praying I like some of them. At some points the photographer was very excited with the shots and while I’m pretty sure he says that to all the girls, perhaps not. He took 100 more pictures than he was supposed to; I’m choosing to believe it’s a good sign.
Fox had run an errand and met a friends for a coffee; he met me back at my place and we went for a late lunch. I was ravenous. We sat on a patio and ate unhealthy food and soaked up the sun. Once back at my house, we chilled out, talked, and listened to music.
But at some point I wanted to put my corset on for him. I didn’t tell him what I was doing, but popped upstairs to get changed.
I will interject to say the corset was the source of a slight internal conflict. When I was away, Fox sent me a text saying he was super excited to be the first one to see me in the corset. He presumed since it was in the same place on my dresser that it hadn’t been worn. But of course, it had been worn – it had Tony’s sweat all over it from a couple of weeks before I left for vacation.
I was eager to have Fox be my most recent memory of it.
I came down the stairs in the corset, a different pair of black lace boyshorts, and a gorgeous pair of Betsy Johnson black satin high heels with a hand tied bow (the same as are in that picture). These shoes have made a sex appearance before: a few times with Tony, specifically.
Fox had mentioned that he’d love to have sex with me in the right kind of heels. I figured this was a good shot at the right kind.
Little did I know.
I stunned him into silence and inaction. After a few minutes he laughed and said he literally didn’t know where to start. I asked him what he’d like first. His answer? “Could I sit on your couch naked, with you kneeling in front of me, and could you give me a blow job?”
So that’s what we started with. Until he wanted something a bit different.
We went upstairs to my bedroom where he pushed me onto my back on my bed. He kneeled beside my bed and started to kiss my legs, and my shoes. He was really into my shoes. He took the heel in his mouth and sucked. He pressed the heel of one foot into his pectoral and he held the other in his hand.
He asked me to press hard. I could see the marks the heels were leaving on his chest as he sat on my floor in complete rapture. I have no idea how long he caressed and sucked and licked and kissed, but I was quite content to watch him enjoy it.
I had never done anything like that before, or seen anything like that before. He told me it was a lifelong fantasy that until that moment, was unrealized.
So I asked him what else he fantasized about. A woman straddling his chest, pinning down his arms, masturbating to orgasm with a toy, so he could suck it afterwards.
“Want to do that right now?” I asked him. So we did.
When I put the 8″ dildo in his mouth after bringing myself to orgasm and has leaving quite the puddle on his chest, I told him the sight of him with a cock in his mouth was damn hot. I think I have a sub on my hands, people. Not sure what to do about that.
There was more sex, but I stopped at two lifelong fantasies fulfilled. My next trick? He’d brought an anal vibe he uses sometimes when he masturbates. I asked him whether it stimulated his prostrate and he said he wasn’t sure if he was getting to the right spot. I lightly suggested we try it while having sex, and told him to put it in.
Turns out, it hits the right spot. I rode him and watched him have the most incredible, intense orgasm. He first came without ejaculating. Didn’t know that was possible…and the second time, he told me he literally saw spots. I have to confess, I felt pretty damn good in that moment.
He told me later I’d given him the best sex of his entire life.