Fact and Fantasy

The following chapter is all fact. I have changed the guy's name to Justin.

There were five of us on a girl's night, we had a good night, and several guys took an interest in us, one who was quite drunk just seemed to stare. I could tell what he was thinking, and when I went to the bar, he walked past me and brushed against me, creepy, but it isn't the first time that has happened to me. It could have been an accident, but I think not.

It wasn't until we went onto the third pub that a guy asked me if I wanted a drink. Right away I was attracted to him. He seemed a little shy, which I found difficult to understand, because he was, in my friend's Jenny's view, and mine, cute and sexy. He soon had 5 empty glasses being waved at him, and a lot of giggling ringing in his ears. I went with him to the bar.

"You don't have to buy everyone a drink you know?"

"That's okay, but I can't remember what everyone wants."

I sorted out the drinks and took them back to the table, as Justin paid for the round. Thankfully the music was loud enough to drown out the comments my friends were throwing at us. While it was all teasing in fun, Justin didn't seem the type to be able to give as well as he got.

We talked for a while and one thing lead to another, and he ended up walking me home, he held my hand, and then asked if I minded. I think I just grinned and shook my head. Justin is 27, he's about my height, 5'8" tall, with black short hair, and really lovely eyes, and he's slim too.

As we walked home he told me a little about himself. He plays football, so he is fit, and he's divorced with two kids. I can't remember if it is two boys or a boy and a girl.

When we got to my house, he asked, "Can I see you again?"

He really was that polite.

I asked, "Do you want a drink?"

He looked quite surprised, but happy. I honestly think he expected me to turn him away. We sat on the couch together with a glass of vodka and coke each, and chatted. He said something like not being able to take his eyes off me. I knew when he talked to me his eyes kept dropping to my cleavage. I giggled and told him I had noticed. He asked if he could kiss me, (like I said he was polite.) I didn't answer him. I just leant towards him and kissed him. The kiss grew and grew, and after a while his head went down and he started kissing me between my breasts. He was soft and gentle, and he spent ages just kissing all over them, he tried to stop at one stage, and I asked him to carry on. I still had my dress on at this stage, so you can imagine what was on show. Then he started stroking my thigh.

I stood up, pulled my tights and panties down, lifted my dress, and then asked him to kiss me between my legs. His eyes were quite glazed and he sat forward and started kissing my pussy. Obviously I was already really turned on, and very wet, and I couldn't take the kissing for long, so I dragged him on the floor. I'm not usually that forward with a guy, but Justin need a little encouragement.

He just pushed his trousers and pants down, and I slipped my tights and panties right off. I didn't really see his cock, but as he lay on top of me I took hold of it and put it in me. He felt a nice size, not really big, but nice. Needless to say he slipped in very easily, and then he started fucking me.

We kissed to start with, until he was moving so much, our lips couldn't stay together. While he was fucking me quite hard and fast, I still think he was holding back, which was quite nice. He lasted about 10 minutes I think, and by this time I had my legs bent at the knees, and up off the floor.

I kept telling him to keep going, and not to stop. In the end he said he couldn't hold on, he really was quite apologetic.

I told him to come; I said it a few times. I said, "Come on then give it to me, give it to me."

I was really worked up and so was he, he grunted and strained, and then came and lay in me panting. I just cuddled him and kissed him for a few moments.

Finally he got out and went to the loo, and then came back. We kissed and he left me his number. Although I didn't come, I did enjoy it, and the day after I sent him a text. He told me he was going away to Oxford to work, and coming back next Friday, he's an electrician.

Meeting Justin when I did threw up a dilemma. I had bumped into (on purpose,) a guy I used to date, Gerry. Gerry was a right bastard, but he understood me sexually, and sex with him was always exciting, and unpredictable. I'll tell you more about Gerry in a later chapter, but he understood my H kink more than any other guy who I tried to explain it to.

Justin sent me a couple of text messages through the week, and he phoned me once, he didn't have much credit, but he said he still wanted to see me when he got back, if I wanted to see him again. I told him I did, and I felt quite excited about it.

When he came round he had bought me a big box of chocolates for Easter. We sat and talked for a while, but he was off to see his kids so he couldn't stay long. He asked me out again the following weekend, and I said yes.

I don't know why, but chatting with him sort of dried up a little. He didn't really have much to say. Anyway he left after about an hour, and I got the feeling that while I liked him, I think we didn't really click like we did when we first met. Maybe he was a little embarrassed or something, but I sort of got the impression we wouldn't last long.

The following weekend we had a good time when we went out. We sat in a pub and chatted. I got the impression that Justin needs a drink or two before he can let himself relax. He did make me laugh though, and we talked about our marriage break ups, although I did hold back with a few important details, like my cheating on my ex husband.

One of Justin's mates came in the pub, his name was Will, and he's was a little odd, just by the way he stared really intensely when he talked to me. It was like he was assessing every word I was saying. Justin walked me home just before 11 and said he wouldn't come in this time, as he had to be up early. We had a little cosy little kiss under my umbrella, all slow and sexy, and I did rub him through his jeans. In the end he said he'd come in for a few minutes, and the petting soon got really heavy.

He kept saying he had to go, and it sort of turned into a joke. I kept replying, go on then, and giggled. I got his jeans and pants down, and I started kissing his cock. I think he may have had to ask for this in the past, judging by the look on his face, and the way he gasped. So I sucked him. I did it slowly, with a long deep bobbing action. He got so worked up it didn't take him long to start groaning.

He said, "You had better stop before I come."

I asked, "Do you want me to stop?"

I didn't give him time to say anything. I just sucked and jerked his cock. I've got this thing which I do when a guy starts to come in my mouth. I groan softly, encouraging him I suppose. Justin came in my mouth, but not a lot and he kept panting and swearing under his breath. I stopped and smiled and at him, I still had hold of his cock, and I was just pumping it slowly. He said something about needing a tissue.

I said, "No you don't."

I put lips just over his cock head and sucked a little, and flicked my tongue over the end. His body jerked a little, and he was gasping and panting.

He looked quite drained and tired, and he said he wanted to play with me, but would I mind if he didn't? He was really apologetic, and asked if he had let me down or something like that. I told him not to worry, and next time we'd go to bed properly.

I didn't really mind that I hadn't come, and it was very late. I'm not very good in the mornings if I'm late to bed the night before. He promised to take me out to dinner the next weekend. He told me he was working away all next week and coming home Friday again.

I had a text from Justin the day after saying, he enjoyed last night, and he was sorry he was so tired. I sent him a cheeky one back saying, I'd forgive him if he kept his promise about dinner.

It's not very often I get annoyed with a guy, but when one of Justin's friends sent me a text saying Justin couldn't make it, an hour before we were due to meet up, I was cursing quite a bit to myself. For a start, why couldn't he text me, or phone me, I wouldn't have bitten his head off, and why the hell had he given my number to one of his friend's who I didn't know? That really wound me up more than missing out on a date with Justin.

The above happened around Easter time this year. The next part below happened on the 21st of August.

I had just come back from a camping trip to a place near Cheddar Gorge. I went with my son, and mum and dad. I'd been back a day and catching up on the usual, housework, and emailing a few guys. My son has gone off again this time with my sister and her tribe, so I had a few days to relax and do some writing, before I had to go back to work. I went shopping and that was when I bumped into Justin, coming out of Waitrose.

We just looked at each other for a while, and he came over to where I was loading the shopping into my car. He asked how I was, and then started saying sorry for standing me up. I told him I wasn't bothered, which deep down I was at the time, but I had long since gotten over it. He started telling me he and his ex wife had tried again, and the night he was supposed to meet me he was in his words, "thrashing things out with her."

I could have mentioned the bit about why he had to get his mate to send me a text, but I didn't, I asked, "So you are back together again then?"

"Well no, we tried, but it didn't work out," he replied.

He started trying to explain things, and he seemed a little down. I'm a bit of a sucker for guys in his state. I once dated a guy who had split up with his wife, and I spent all night listening to what went wrong in their marriage. I could have take half an hour or so, but all night was even too much for me to tolerate. So I told Justin if he wanted, he could come round to my house in the afternoon. There was no intention on my part to go any further than listening. I even told him I was going to my friend's house so he couldn't stay longer than an hour or so, but I soon ended up as I think a comfort fuck, (I'm still trying to work that one out!)

When he came round I made us a cup of tea, he did ask for something stronger, but I said no. We talked for an hour I guess, but he seemed a lot brighter than when I had met him in the car park. We laughed and the mood was good. He got up to leave and I walked him to the door. He went to kiss me goodbye, and the peck on my lips turned into a lot more. He had his hands on my waist, and I sort of melted against him. Kissing really turns me on like most people I guess, and I could feel myself just letting go and enjoying it. I pressed myself against him, and I could feel his cock was stiff. My hand went between us, and I started rubbing him through his jeans. Nothing was said between us, I just took his hand and we went upstairs.

My loose skirt got pushed to the bedroom floor, and then my top quickly followed. It wasn't that I was desperate or anything, the skirt had an elastic waistband, and my top was just a tee shirt, so it didn't take long to slip them off.

I moved against him in just my bra and panties and kissed him again, pressing my body against his. I love being semi naked or naked when a guy is still dressed. I think this is down to my submissive side, and my H kink.

He pulled his tee shirt off, and I moved back and started undoing his jeans. We started kissing again, as I fiddled with the buttons. Give me a zip anytime, rather than the button fly which a lot of guys have on their jeans. Eventually I gave up and let him do it as I took off my bra, my panties soon followed, and then I got on the bed. Justin was soon by my side, and the kissing and light groping started all over again.

"Oh, this doesn't mean we are going back out together," I told him.

He said it was fine. I guess he would have said anything because of the state of readiness he was in. On that note, I did think at the time, what would he have said if I had asked, "Perhaps you could move in with me?"

The kissing and exploring continued, and he started on my tits like he had done the first time we met. He sucked and pulled on my nipples in turn, with his lips and teeth. I just relaxed back, and let him finger me a little at the same time.

I've always loved guys playing with me, even if they are a little rough; Justin wasn't rough, despite being eager.

I can remember hinting at him when we first saw each other around Easter that I like dominant men, before he went home. This usually gets two reactions; the first was Justin's reaction, more or less ignoring it, like it hadn't sunk in properly. The second reaction, which I've had a few times, starts off with the guy asking more questions, until eventually, only when I trust the guy, I end up being tied to the bed. I'm not into whips and chains as such, and my pain threshold isn't very high. Things like verbal abuse turns me on, and when a guy I know helps himself to a feel, it really gets me going, as long as if it is in public, it is discreet, but it hasn't always been like that, and I've done some things in the past, which makes me cringe every time I think about them.

What I've just told you about my submissive side, is down to my humiliation kink, or my H kink, which I mention quite a lot, but as I said Justin didn't seem to take notice of my hints. I think he's a straight sex guy, although he did like kissing my tits. While there's nothing wrong in straight sex, I do like to experiment now and then. You will get in later chapters to know more of this, and my submissive side, but for now I've gone off track long enough.

Justin moved back up to my lips and we kissed again. I was rubbing his cock slowly and gently.

"Will you lick me?" I asked.

He just went down between my legs. I closed my eyes and felt his fingers touching my pussy, and then a soft little kiss. His tongue came out, and he started licking my pussy. I just lay there savouring every feeling, and purring softly. I could have kept him there all day, but I got the impression he really would rather just fuck me.

"Come on then, fuck me now," I whispered.

He moved up the bed and once again, like the time around Easter, I had to feed his cock into me. His hips started thrusting straightaway, I looked up into his eyes but they were closed. If you read my fantasy about Sam, you might remember I mentioned how some guys don't really care what is underneath them. I might be wrong, but I felt because Justin kept his eyes closed, he could well have been thinking of someone else. And I did think, maybe he was imagining his ex wife, at the time. He didn't open his eyes until he came, which was quite quickly if I'm being honest. He pulled out and went to the loo, and came back in the bedroom and got dressed. By this time my own needs had dwindled to nothing. He pecked my forehead and said he had to go. I just lay in bed until I heard the front door shut.

Like I've said in the past, some fucks I wish I had never bothered with, and this was one of them. What annoyed me more than anything was Justin's kissing had promised a lot more. He really was a good kisser, soft and gentle, but still passionate.

He did text me the day after to say thanks, and since then I haven't heard from him, which I'm not bothered about.

As I said the above is all fact, it might not have got you excited, and I did think about putting this in the non erotic category, but I guess there are guys out there grinning now and thinking, stupid slut, and good for Justin. That's okay, because in time my H kink will get me off on that too.