For those who followed my pervious blog (http://exceptionalflirt.blogspot.com/) the Hot Doc has been a long running project for me. Our nights out were more an exercise in futility for me, as her mid-west sense of morality could not handle the concept of open relationships. With that in mind, I was anticipating our night out would be strictly platonic. That being said, here is what I learned about Hot Doc last night:
1) She doesn’t like to be bitten.
2) She cums like a bomb going off.
How do I know these things? Easy, I got to experience them firsthand! Shocking, I know. One moment we’re dancing to an 80’s cover band and the next we’re making out like high school kids.
Now, this wasn’t the first time we’ve made out but is the first time we’ve made out since Hot Doc’ mini morality freak out. Whats more- neither of us we’re drunk, though I’m pretty sure I heard someone refer to us as the “drunk couple making out on the couch”. Things were pretty hot and steamy, hands starting to roam, and moans getting more urgent so we exited for my place.
A short cab ride uptown and we the not so drunk people making out on my couch. My hands worked their way from her hair down to her breast, exposing more and more skin until the top of her dress was bunched around her mid section and bra was hanging loosely from the shoulder straps. I sucked on her nipples but they (apparently) aren’t that sensitive so I shifted my attention to helping her grind on my though my pants as she rode me.
It was getting super heated when I made a decision which I will second guess for a good while. I decided that I would not fuck Hot Doc on this occasion (don’t ask me why- I’m still kicking myself). Instead, I flipped our position, took off her thong, and got down to the business of worshiping her pussy.
I like few things more than cunnilingus and she made it even more fun with her cute little noises and delicious juices. I enjoyed lightly sucking on her clit which would cause her to gasp then plunging a finger into her- making sure to maximize the contact on her g-spot. She got wetter and wetter as I push to the brink and then backed away eliciting groans of frustration. When I did let her cum it was as if she was struck by lightening. One (very) loud groan and she tensed up in a series of big-time convulsions.
I wish I would tell you that afterwards I flipped her over and fucked her hard until she came over and over but it didn’t go down like that. Instead I gave her a long slow kiss and cuddled up on the couch. After she had gathered her breath she made a move to reciprocate but I demurred. ”Save it for next time.” I (stupidly) said and we promptly dozed off.
Will there even be a next time? Who knows! I did talk with her at lunch she seemed to be pretty happy to talk to me. I’ll keep you appraised.
