I Think Weve Met Before 1

It might have been a year and a half ago. Donny introduced me to you at his 4th of July party in Evanston. We went on a couple of dates. They were magical. No scams, no spams, no covid lockdown protocol. Genuine discussion and companionship. Gosh, I have no tolerance left for fakes or lies. We're surrounded by it and it's exhausting. It's nice to hang out with someone real. But our last date was incredible. I wish the offshore project hadn't come up and ripped us apart, but I had to go.

Remember that night we chatted for hours at that little cantina in the northwest suburbs? Wow, that cute little hostess was a hottie and she knew it. Maria was it? Spicy little skirt, built like Sofia Bergara, and she was so nice. I was glad we left her a big tip for taking up the table for so long. But you had her beat tenfold. You wore those ultra tight scrunch butt leggings with a tease-ey peekaboo shirt that uncovered your gorgeous backside and front side precisely when you wanted it to. NASA couldn't design an outfit that effective. We had such a nice chat. It was a pleasure to exchange stories with you as always. The food there was so good and the margaritas were unbelievable.

You invited me back to your place. We made out for a while and you let me peel off those lovely leggings. They came off a lot easier than I thought they would have, but I rehearsed it about 10 times in my mind. After a couple of comments about our sweetheart hostess, you went off to change into "something sexy" as you put it.

When I heard you shuffling out of the bathroom, I knew that those heels weren't meant for walking, even though that clip clop cadence alone was sexy as hell. After your inviting entrance, you stopped in front of me and revealed your enticing ensemble turning around slowly. It was breathtaking. Sexy, black lace top, thigh high stockings, red bottom, strappy, 'come fuck me' (CFM) stiletto heels, a lacey black garter belt riding perfectly on your waist connecting the wonderful stocking tops, a sexy, lacy red thong put on over the garter straps and a matching red lacey open tip bra. And you topped it with hot red lipstick and an irresistible fragrance. My senses were overloaded and my cock was hard, but I had to savor every moment for as long as possible.

I stood up slowly, walked behind you. I pulled you in to feel your ass against my erect shaft and let my hands roam. That nylon felt so good, the lace, your warm skin. I kissed your neck and whispered "I want you to cum for me" in your ear.

I took your hand and walked you over to the bed. I gave you a slow massage, from head to toe. I wanted to explore every inch. My hands have been working on stuff for the last 4 decades, I can rub out the kinks. I kissed, caressed, massaged. Shoulders, back, ass, thighs, calves, ankles. That place where the lace top from the stockings meets your thigh.....mmmmm.....what a sight.

When you turned over I continued the massage, with a lot of kissing. As my hands wandered, I noticed that your honeypot was soaking wet in anticipation. I gently worked your breasts, licking, sucking. As I worked my way down, I started slowly. Kissing your wet honeypot through the thong, giving a little tease lick here and there. As you wriggled down to the edge of the bed, I removed the thong and hung it on my hard shaft.

I licked you slowly at first. Long licks, all the way up and down. "you like that?"...."you taste so fucking good!". As your breathing changed up and you became excited, I began to lick harder and focus on the prize. Your nipples became rock hard as I reached up and massaged them while licking and sucking your swollen clit. You looked so sexy with those adorable red bottoms flailing about in that pre-orgasmic glow of commitment. Kissing down your inner thigh to your stocking tops every once in a while was a delicious tease for both of us. But I didn't want to stare or tease for too long.

As you got closer to orgasm, I gently cupped my hands under your knees and lifted up slowly, exposing more of your honeypot to my tongue. I remember you pulling my head in and spreading your legs even more to take my efforts. "GOD YES, LIKE THAT". As your legs began to shake, and your abs pulsated, I kept on, increasing intensity. I think you came three times. After that, I grabbed your sexy ankles, poked the CFM heels into my shoulders and gave you my hard cock deep and slow. It felt so good to come inside of you. But that couldn't be the end. We needed more! And we needed a towel!

We rested for a while and you took out your monster realistic dildo in a provocative, devil may care sort of swagger and laid it on the bed. "I want this" you moaned through a compelling smile. I started the effort a little at a time. After some heavy licking, petting and lube I worked it in little by little. After a few minutes, you were able to take it all while sucking and working my shaft. I think you came two more times from the stretch and fulfillment. Watching that massive toy gliding in and out of you was such a treat.

And then you pushed me down on my back, straddled my face and finished me off in a wet, messy 69. But hey, it was my mess after all. I didn't mind cleaning that up. You didn't mind either, grinding into my face and tongue.

Yeah, I remember that night. I'll never forget it. I wish I'd have never left to go to the project in the gulf.

Wanna do it again? I'd sure love to.