Ummm. Yeah. Kinda hard not to remember that night. I don't think I have ever seen you so drunk before. You were definitely feeling frisky. I kept feeling you brush up against me, nipples poking through your shirt, or your hand on my thigh as you laughed at something I said. Was that intentional or were you just drunk?
The hard part for me, (literally) was when everyone was dancing in the living room. You kept grinding that juicy ass of yours up against my groin until my cock was starting to show through my pants. That's when I decided to call it a night. Not wanting to let things go too far, I snuck away to my room. Part of me wanted to stay and see where the night might get us, yet fear got the best of me so, I decided that the safest thing I could do was go to my room and jerk off.
Truth be told, I have always had the hots for you. Redheads are my thing, and I have often wondered about you and your freckles, how many did you have, how far and where did they go, etc. That's what I was thinking about when I got naked and laid down on my bed. My mind was spinning, thinking about your red hair, wondering if the curtains matched the drapes, or perhaps you're bare down there? Most of all I kept thinking about that juicy ass rubbing all over me.
I first imagined stripping you bare, kissing you deeply with my tongue, and then admiring your big luscious breasts. Didn't you have a breast reduction? I tried to imagine what they looked like, big dark areoles, or like so many redheads, were they creamy white with tiny pink nubs? Were they covered with freckles? I imagined counting all your freckles with the tip of my tongue. Working around your body, trying to give attention to each one and sending chills through you as I did.
Next I started to fantasize about that mouth of yours. It's always going, going, going, but I'm not criticizing. What I noticed is that women who talk a lot give really good head. I think due to the strong jaw muscles, or perhaps having a cock in your mouth is a good break from all that talking? Regardless, I was going to fantasize about it and find out.
So anyway, I imagined you dropping to your knees, looking up at me and teasing the head of my cock with your tongue. That's probably the point in which you cracked the door. It sounds like that's when our stories overlaped.
I think when you saw my cock jump off my thigh, it was the point in my mind when you first took me into your mouth. Even more interesting is the part where I was slapping my cock on my flesh, remember that? Well in my head you were slapping my hard cock on your cheek. I remember that specifically and was really enjoying that part of my fantasy. I do like the whale breaching correlation though, and Morel mushroom? Really? I never noticed how mushroom like my dick was. Sounds like you are into mushrooms?!?
So that's when I started stroking for real. In my mind, you had your hands on my thighs, and looking up at me while sucking and using your mouth to swallow my cock whole. I'm not surprised that I didn't notice you at the door. I was deep into my fantasy, and my thoughts were very detailed, so I was pretty focused on myself.
