When I arrived at Drew's home office he was, surprisingly, dressed and ready for a night out. I didn't even make it inside! He explained that he wanted to do some clinical mentoring in a public setting.
I eagerly took his outstretched arm, and walked several blocks under the warm light of dusk. He was worried about my Heat App numbers, and thought they had been significantly overlooked for "quite some time." He suggested we utilize the new Heat Station App to explore my ovulation instincts with his guidance.
Our walk had brought us to a shaded public park, where the sidewalk lamps were just beginning to flicker on. People were lingering in public spaces having picnics, sharing gossip, and there were even some heat stations visible - with their inhabitants engaged in all manner of mating rituals. (We even passed a rare female virginal mating and watched as an older mentor carefully gave her pleasure in the mating position. Her back was beautifully arched, and his shaft was curved upward. He was straining to keep from seeding her too soon. Virginal matings must be at-least three hours, as per the CDC guidelines.)
After taking in the sights and sounds of the park, Drew helped me download the Heat Station App on my watch, and showed me some of the features. I built a profile: Female, 26, hetero, 5'9", 135 lbs, dark hair and tan skin, business executive, mentee." And his: Male, 46, hetero, 5'10", 168 lbs, dark hair and tan skin, professional sexual mentor."
We synchronized our room shields and were enclosed in a cozy, dome-shaped room. We were naked - a new feature of the Heat Station App. The matrix scanned our biome-physiques and created an environment that was best suited to our personal, primal, instinctual needs - to best incite a breeding interaction. We were in the desert! It was a warm, dry night, and the dome above us transformed into a true, dark sky. We heard coyotes in the distance, and a light breeze through the scrub oak. A fire crackled. It was a blazing pile of old limbs, and smelled like mesquite and pine needles.
Drew looked at me and saw how taut and pulsating my skin was against the night air. My nipples glistened in the moonlight. His thick dark hair gleamed against the flickering fire light. His mount was straining into the night air - reaching and pulsating to get wet. There was a soft landing of red, smooth desert sand beneath our feet. I assumed the position instinctually, reflexively, and arched my back to expose my pink, wet, ovulating, eager slit. Drew circled me like a lion circles the lioness. He growled!!
It was so unexpected. I had never participated in such a form of primal-sexual-play. He instructed me to growl. I did, and it carried my voice to bystanders in the park. I was yearning and aching to be filled. He howled. So did I. He waggled his erection in my face to tease me - letting his precum cover my waiting lips, then he'd pull away and circle me again. Sometimes he stopped, got on all fours, and licked my pussy. By now, we had gathered quite a crowd. The onlookers were clearly visible through the walls of our dome. We could've opted to turn-off the public view, but Drew is required by federal regulation to keep his dome visible to the public in his ethical obligation as a Sexual Mentor.
Drew asked if he could perform the Kabaki method with me, and I wholeheartedly spread wide and allowed him to insert his throbbing mount into my waiting eyelet, remove it, and move to my mouth and allow me to suck my juices from him. This method is typically done quickly, as the male runs from dripping, hormone-soaked cunt to eagerly waiting mouth, and back. However, Drew wanted me to experience a slow Kabaki. For the slow method, he would enter me painstakingly slow, deeply, and fuck my awaiting slit, then slowly stalk to my mouth, on all fours, like a pacing wolf, then stand to insert himself. He allowed me to lick off my juices for minutes before he returned to the breeding position.
In my experience, Drew's size, girth, and length are optimal for a breeding female. He filled my walls with thickness. The pressure was ephemeral. The stars twinkled, the fire cracked, and through the thin matrix walls I could see people naked, imitating the slow Kabaki method, alongside us. There was a beautiful, small, Italian looking couple, mirroring us, just feet away. His cock was bigger than his arm! She was so curvy, petite, and doe-eyed. She looked me in the eyes while we were both being copulated. We smiled at one another's good fortune.
