To continue. This seems to involve a lot of words, mostly because I'm trying to keep my head in the moment that things were happening rather than reflecting on things I learned after given event. Anyway, a bit more:
It was 10:00 am before I woke up, and when I did I was alone in bed. Not my bed. My wallet and keys were on the dresser, but my clothes were missing. When I called out, “Good morning”, Micki answered, “Did you get enough sleep?” I answered, “No. did you get enough sex?” I heard her laugh as she was walking toward the bedroom. she handed me a mug of coffee and said, “No. What are you going to do about it?”
She was wearing my shirt, with a few buttons at the top undone, and the tails hanging down almost to her knees. As I took the coffee I reach up and felt of her breasts, which were swinging free under the shirt. I said, “Well, the spirit is willing, but I’m not sure the flesh is up to the task just yet. Where are my jeans and my socks?” She told me that there was sand on them so she had put them in the laundry: “ wasn’t sure what you do with your shirts or I would have washed it too, except that it smells like you and I wanted to wear it.”
I said, “That’s great, but what am I supposed to wear? Do you have a robe or something?” she replied that she had nothing that would fit, “Besides, it’s been too long since I’ve gotten to see a naked man. You get to stay the way you are.” I told her I wanted to grab a shower, and she told me she left a new toothbrush on the sink for me. After I finished in the bathroom, I carried my coffee cup to the kitchen looking for her, dripping just a little as I went. She was just coming tip from the laundry and handed me my jeans and socks and then proceeded to take off my shirt and hand that to me as well. I looked at her and asked, “Do me a favor? “Suck my cock?”
She shivered just a little, dropped to hear knees and took me in her mouth. She sucked for a bit and then said, “Lay down” As I did so, she pushed my legs apart and began alternating sucking my cock with licking my balls. When I was near coming I told her and she just became more enthusiastic in her sucking.
We got off the floor and she was breathing heavily -almost out of breath. ”She said, “I came. When I feel your come shooting in me it makes me come.” I told her that I was pleased that she was enjoying herself, because I obviously was. After a minute or two of touching and playing, she asked if I was hungry. I suggested we get dressed , finish our coffee, and head to place called “The Lowry”: a really good modern iteration of a coffee shop. She said, “Great! I love that place. Did you know they have oysters on the menu all day? You’re going to need the oysters!”
She headed to the bedroom, and since I had all my clothes right there, I just dressed in the kitchen and then went to find her. I found her in the living room. As we dank our coffee I told her that I really hadn’t exactly planned everything that happened since evening before when I picked her up. She said, “I did.” I said, “Oh, you did, did you?” and she replied, “Well, not exactly, but I knew I was going to have sex with you when you stopped to talk to me the first time at the lake.”
I laughed and said, “You’re kidding, right? Do you often pick guys up over at Nokomis? She slapped at my leg and said, “Don’t be a jerk. I’m a complete amateur.” I thought for just a moment that I had offended her, and said so, and she said to me that she was really just kidding, but maybe was a little concerned that we barely knew each other and wound up spending the night together. She told me that she had no problem with women asserting themselves sexually any way they want, but that just had never been her. I asked if she was having second thoughts and she said she was not at all. Then she said, “Look, this is going to sound funny, but I haven’t had sex in 12 years. And to be completely honest, I get so horny that it’s distracting. The problem is that I don’t meet men who excite me, and I really don’t just want to fuck. I want to be fucked by someone who excites me.”
“I was married for almost ten years, and it was just wrong almost from the beginning. He was the second guy I’d slept with, and that makes you the third. But you’re also the first man who has made me wet just by looking at me. I’m wet right now talking about it. “
Well, talk about mixed feelings: I was flattered. I was also almost instantly worried that she was mentally heading in directions I hadn’t planned on. To be blunt, I fuck around a good bit. I like the variety, but mostly I just like sex with women and within the limits of reason I’ll take it where and how I get it. She did not have the sounds of a no strings attached kind of woman. I’m not sure I mind the strings so much as I don’t like someone else holding me responsible for making them happy; emotional dependence. As I was having these thoughts, I was apparently silent long enough that she asked if something was wrong.
“Well, I don’t know. You said earlier that we barely knew each other, and that’s exactly right. I am beyond flattered that you think I excite you, but once you get to know me, you may find me every bit as wrong as your husband, and I really don’t want to be responsible for disappointing you. I found you very sexy. I FIND you very sexy. And day before yesterday when I was getting ready to leave, I really had this sort of sinking feeling that I might never run into you again, and I really wanted to, so I don’t exactly understand me here either, because typically that isn’t me.”
She said, “Oh, god, I don’t want to have this ‘it was great but I don’t want to get serious conversation’.” I interrupted her and said, “That’s not it at all. Right now the very last thing I want to do is back away from you. Truth is I find you so attractive that I want to be careful that I don’t take you down paths that are hard to come back from, and then find out when we get to know each other that we’d have been better off not going there in the first place. That make any sense?”
She smiled and said, “I’m not sure. Can I ask a question? Do you have a lot of girlfriends?” figuring this was going to come up eventually, I took a mental deep breath and said, “Not exactly. Ever hear the term ‘fuckbuddy’?” She nodded and said, “Like, friend with benefits?” I said, “Like that. I am not a monk. And I decidedly have not gone 12 years without getting laid. But I also am not involved in anything that resembles a ‘we’re an item’ type of relationship. But I do have friends that I have sex with.”
“Oh. I’ll have to think about that. I’ve never had to deal with that before.” She looked genuinely contemplative. “I’ve never even thought about that. I guess I’m supposed to be adult about it and say, ‘ Sure fine with me. I’ll be a friend with benefits’, except I’m not sure how I feel about that. I know I asked, but let’s talk about something else.”
“OK”, I said, “Let’s go eat, and then I suppose I should let you get on with your day.” After breakfast she said we needed to go “mocking”. Turns out that kids hang hammocks fromt he trees in the park n the area and just hang out in them talking. Her oldest daughter had the whole rig, and we grabbed ti and headed to one of the lakes. We hung the hammock forms he trees and after a short struggle with physics, both got in. Lying in it it would have been difficult to get closer, and while we were hidden from view, there were people walking by ten feet away. As I was feeling her up she pushed her shorts down and whispered, “You be careful. IF this thing tips over we’re both going to be lying on the ground.” Lying behind her, I pushed my shorts down and slid my cock into her wet pussy. She reached between her legs and holding my balls, pulled me deeper. I said, “I can’t move much without making it really obvious that we’re fucking in here.”, and she whisoered, “I don’t care. I want you to come in me.” But I really didn’t need to move. Her hand on my balls had me close. I turned her head a little and said, “I want my tongue in your mouth while you feel my cock shooting deep into your c*nt.” As I drove my tongue into her mouth she groaned and I felt a little shiver begin, and knew that she was coming again.
It wasn’t very long before we packed up and headed back to the house. She had the morning after pill to take, and we had made good use of it. I said as much, and she said, “I’ve never in my life had so much sex in one day.” I replied that we needed discuss the whole matter of birth control. She said that she already had an appointment set up for her gynecologist to deal with that. I laughed and said, “Thought of everything, did you? Well just don’t expect to get quite this much use out of it all the time.”
As we pulled into her driveway, she said, “OK, we need to talk. I am not ready to give this up. But I’ve thought of the friends with benefits thing, and that just isn’t me. Guess I’m not into sharing. So I need to know if you can live with just one fuckbuddy: me?” I said, “I feel really funny talking to you about this, because it is so not you. The women who I have sex with know that it’s just a casual, sometime thing, and they understand that there’s nothing exclusive about it. I don’t much worry about offending them because I have noting at risk. If one of them tells me to take a hike, there’s no real impact. And I know perfectly well that you’re different. So the question is would I rather have more, or would I rather have better, because you, Micki, are better. Way better for me. I want to try better.”
She had tears in the corners of her eyes as she said, “I’m so glad you said that. I don’t know why you think I’m better, but as long as I ge too have you I’m not going ask a lot of questions." I replied, "So , can I ask one?", to which she said, "Sure".
"OK, you've said I excite you. Problem I have is I don't know why or what is doing that. So what excites you?"
She looked pensive for a moment and then said, "It's partly because your a little outrageous. No one has ever been bold bought to just walk up to me and say, 'nice tits' or 'nice pussy' before. You tell me exactly what you want. Last night you said, and I quote, 'I want to fuck your c*nt full of my cum'. I can't even imagine a man saying that to me -using those words. You step over the line and it doesn't feel rude, it feels powerful. It feels like you're in complete control. But I very much get the sense that you're considerate. A different guy with just a little different vibe could come across as a total jerk. You just come across as powerful and in control. And that's all the analysis I'm good for."
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