We hadn’t seen each other since the night of the fantastic MFM threesome.
He has been relatively silent and when I inquired as to the reason for his absence, he attributed it to busy weekends with his daughter and a busier than normal work schedule.
He said that last time and then disappeared completely, so I was somewhat skeptical. The difference this time is although on the surface he’s a man I could actually date, we are clearly only fucking each other, so it’s no issue for me to send a text here and there. I’m okay being an equal partner in moving things forward, when the result is getting laid by Lewis.
It’s a clear sign, for the record, when a man doesn’t ask you anything really – not about yourself, your life, your thoughts. While I volunteer information in the absence of inquiry, I know it means he either doesn’t really care or is too self-absorbed for my liking anyway.
I had been away for work most of the prior week, and busy with various events on the weekend, so I suggested an after work weekday rendezvous. He thought it was a great idea, so I followed up telling him if he wanted it to happen, I had only one night where it would work.
He came over around 9:30pm and I made us gin and tonics. We sat on my couch and talked, and later when I got up to make us a second round he relieved me of my nylons and hello kitty pink lace thong.
Following me into the kitchen, he was behind me and I could hear a slight rustling. I got no farther than pouring the gin when he put his long fingers between my legs to find the wetness hidden within, and then plunged that glorious huge cock into me.
Sidebar: not only is he very tall, but he also has an incredibly long reach. It comes in handy, pardon the pun.
I couldn’t have told you how long we were in that position, him railing into me from behind, but he did.
“Ann, we’ve been doing this for fifty minutes”, he exclaimed. He’d noticed the clock on the microwave a while after we started and had looked again.
We didn’t end then. After maybe another 15 minutes we took a pause. I tried to finish the drink but he decided to have another go.
All told we probably fucked that way in my kitchen for an hour and a half. My favorite part was when he let me back into him at my own pace, so I teased and went slowly and grinded hard and showed him just how this white ass could move.
The benefit of a man with a long hard cock is you can do shit like that. Glorious.
Actually, another favorite was when he spread his hands on either side of my ass, thumbs on each hip, and firmly guided my motion. I do not have a small butt, so this says more about the length of his hands than anything else. I was sure it would add bruises on my hips to the scattering of bruises on my shoulders and arms from Tony, but none appeared the next morning.
He told me again how much he enjoyed the threesome, and watching Clark fuck me. He told me he had a friend with an even fatter and longer cock than his, and he wanted to see me take it (yes please!). He has a female lover he hasn’t seen in a whole who wants to eat my pussy, according to him. He also wants to take me to a BBC party.
I told him for someone who has little time we were amassing quite the to-do list.
As he left, not before we had a few more rounds, he made me promise it would be less than two weeks before we saw each other again. We have a tentative date – and he is inviting Clark, and maybe his other friend, to join us.