Sedentary, quiet, and simple are words to describe my life. I was due for a change. Now I needed something for myself, I wanted to take a risk and meet a stranger on a train. I didn't want a commitment, I wanted passion. A word that had been floating around my brain for a long time. I joined an online chat forum and met many nice and kind people, but only one piqued my interest--a man who had questions, was smart, and loved music.
In our many conversations, I found him intuitive, warm, a little serious, a great listener, and perceptive. But most of all he had passion. Boatloads of passion. He wasn't the same old "it happens for a reason." The reason is choice. Now I'm choosing to do something I haven't done in a very long time.
This man lived somewhere in Texas. I knew that he had a dog and a cat. He worked and had a heart attack in his 30s. In a very short time, we were drawn to each other. We shared our life, but not necessarily our day-to-day stuff. It was more about songs we liked, our values, and life experiences. One day, I realized that I was so happy just thinking about chatting with him. As the hours crept slowly by until the time he usually showed up on the chat, I had horrible stomach pain and a headache. Was this more than like? During that chat we decided no more code names, we needed to have a phone conversation so that is what we did.
My phone rang and finally, it was David. I wanted to jump up and down. "Hi, Liz, I'm happy to hear your voice." We spoke about the songs we shared on chat, and then he sang some for me. Our conversation became flirty and sexual. It was all beautiful and touched my heart. We talked about meeting, "Pick 3 places, in the States, that you would like to go to, David." I picked three quickly and wrote them down. My three were Kentucky, Louisiana, and Maine. David's choices were Louisiana, Massachusetts, and Florida. Since Louisiana was on both our lists, that's what we decided. Once our destination was set, I was going to make the hotel reservations and David was the activity director.
We were both very excited to finally meet but more than that we would touch. Then we had a very honest conversation about sex. I would not call myself vanilla, but compared to David's symphony of flavors, I was. He considered himself pansexual, I consider myself straight but with a few experiences with women. Now I just wanted David.
David had already settled into the hotel, I sent a text to let him know I arrived and was on my way up to him. I stopped momentarily in front of a mirror, looking at myself, 5 '5", with straight brown hair, blue eyes, and a few curves. Since I was much older than he was, I was afraid I might look it, but people were always surprised when I told them my age, saying I looked younger. He opened the door, David put his arms around me and held me tight against his body. Then he lightly brushed his lips against mine. Any apprehension I may have felt at that moment disappeared. He was cute, had beautiful deep blue eyes, a mustache, a full beard, and was 6 foot tall. We stood there like fools, staring at each other with wide smiles.
"Do you need anything, Liz?" I looked him in the eyes and said, "Just you." David leans in and he covers my mouth with his. Walks me to the bed's edge and indicates that I should sit down. He sat next to me and gently pushed me onto the bed, our legs still dangling down. His hands touched me
over my clothes. "David, I'd like to get cleaned up from my trip. I won't be long." He hesitated but let me up, "Hurry back."
When I came out, he was sitting up on the bed against the headboard. I slowly walked toward him as I took off my clothes. Each piece marks a trail on the floor. Our eyes locked and our tongues licked lips. "Stay, where you are," I remarked when I got to the edge of the bed. He nodded, spread his legs, and hiked his knees up. Standing there for a moment, I turned around, letting him see my body, and then I crawled right in between his legs and kissed him. Our mouths, lips, and tongues pressed together so full of passion. I could hear our soft moans as we continued to kiss.
My hands unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned the button, and lowered the zipper on his jeans. He removed his shirt, and we pulled off his pants and underwear. David's erection was flushed and fully hard. I so wanted to put my mouth on his cock, but I crawled up this bed with something else in mind. So I straddled his legs, took his stiffness into my hand, holding it upright. His hands came around my hips & I gradually sat down feeling the head of his hard shaft enter my wet pussy. It had been so long that I felt some pain, we both groaned. My inner muscles worked his cock, as I brought my cunt up his hardness and then back down. Sometimes my pussy would rest at the base of his cock on his pubic hair, and I bring my hips from front to back. Mmmm...Yeah...Ohhh, David utters. My cunt squeezes his cock while moving my pelvis in a circular motion up to the tip, then riding down and up faster.
He reached out to me and started to massage my clit. My whimpers and moans became louder as did David's. I think he knew instinctively when to remove his fingers from my swollen nub after I stuttered, "Yes, yes, yes," and climaxed. A moment later he thrust into me with a shout. My whole body shuddered. I could feel him pop inside me. He held me so tight and we both sighed. He kissed me chastely and murmured, "Let's go get cleaned up."
I entered the bathroom and started the shower. We were under the shower stream within minutes and helped each other with cleanup. David nuzzles my neck and whispers, "Liz turn around, put your hands on the tile." I froze, "HUH?" He laughs, "Don't worry, I want to play with you. Turn around and spread your cheeks." His finger slid down my crack with some lube. All of a sudden he is massaging my hole and gently enters it with one finger. "Does that feel good?" as he sends his finger further into my bum. Nothing comes out of my mouth. "There is something special I want you to wear tonight," he tells me. I turn my face to him and then look down into his hand. David has a small lubed butt plug. I nod. He penetrates me with it. As we were drying off, I felt all sorts of weird, but at least it stayed in.
At dinner, we hold hands and lightly touch each other's skin. We ordered our food and he asked, "Are you okay with the plug?" I start to giggle and blush, "Okay? I can't forget it is in there." "Liz, I can't either," his dick is hard thinking about me wearing the plug. We finished our meal and took a stroll around the French Quarter, stopping at a couple of bars on our way to the hotel. Once inside our room, he immediately brings me into the bathroom, takes out the plug, and puts a warm cloth to my hole. He kisses me gently, I feel so proud, as he tells me, "Liz, you're such a good girl to take that for me. I want to get you ready, then I can fuck you. I want it to feel good. Can I do that for you?" All I can say is, "David, I trust you." He made love to me that night. When I wake up, I smile.
Today is a busy day, with sightseeing tours and excursions. We got in the shower, and he wanted to put in the plug again. I chuckle, "David, we are going on an airboat tour. I don't think I can handle bouncing around with that." We looked at each other and burst out laughing. "Yeah, I get it" he spits out. His body pressed me against the cool tiles and he put two fingers in my anus. "Liz, you're
opening up, such a beautiful ass" kissing my neck and saying again, "You know this is mine." I give a thumbs up, as he rubs his finger down my crack, sending shivers all over my body.
We return from our long day as tourists. The airboat ride was a blast and the ghost walking tour was fun. David suggests room service, quick showers, and bed. I readily agree. We cuddle and kiss. Then, we sleep that night with our bodies in a spoon formation.
I wake early, I can hear David's breathing, and I hope it helps me fall back to sleep. But I just lie there with my eyes open, thinking about one thing, his cock in my mouth. I slip away from his body and turn to look at him. He's so handsome and alluring. I pull the bedding up and get under it, slowly moving my body down toward the prize I so desperately want. Once there I open my mouth and take his soft member in. Just holding him in my mouth before I do anything else. He stirs and softly whimpers. Still, in my mouth, I start to flick my tongue from the base to the slit. I have to adjust as his cock starts to grow.
Now he's awake, "Girl, what are you doing to me?" I take him out of my mouth, "You like, David?". He throws the bedding aside and tells me, "No one has ever done this for me, more...harder." I don't answer with words, I just get to work and put my mouth down on his prick, sucking and licking. Circling my tongue down to the base and sucking the tender skin on the way back up trying to suck every part of his cock. Taking him fully in my mouth to swallow him. Back to the base and up to the tip, repeating numerous times. His body has joined the fun, his hips make his cock fuck my mouth. He takes his hands to my head and presses his cock deep inside, I gag a little, but let him continue to go deep. David groans and takes one last push while he unloads his hot liquid down my throat. "Sweetheart, come up here" and we are face to face, he kisses me hard tasting himself on my lips.
"I couldn't wait any longer, sorry if I woke you" I quietly admit. He just kisses me with more passion than I had felt on this trip. "I loved it, Liz. I've never been waking up like that before," he says again, holding my face in his hands and looking me right in the eyes. "Let's just stay in bed, order room service, shower, and make love all day." was his plea. I'm all for it and we hold each other, skin to skin, before getting out of bed. Shower first, the butt plug popped back into me, and I will wear it until David removes it. We are going to make the best of this day, since it will be our last full day, here in New Orleans.