I wore a strapless dress and my leopard print push-up bra. He answered the door tall, muscular and with his nerdy glasses. His dark brown hair swooped back in Mad Men style.
We hugged and I pulled out the Topo Chicos he’s requested to make us drinks.
His little efficiency was quaint, chocked full of creative and sentimental trinkets. Incense filled the space overhead as two of his cats lounged on his sofa and bed.
He made us some kind of divine gin drink in grey milk-glass glasses. I curled my legs under my bottom and relished in the normalcy. I was at a man’s house, sober, during the day; I liked him.
The conversation turned to sex. He offered me a book, “Sex on the Mind.”. I read the jacket and we discussed proclivities in broad terms. I liked very
much that he wasn’t willing to show all his cards. “People forget that our sex drives are as deeply rooted as our personalities,” I said in between sips. “You’re better off pairing up with someone with the same desires than not and we never put that on our lists of desirable traits. We always think it’ll ‘just go away,’ or something.”
“Right,” he agreed, “Like it always starts out vanilla, but it has to grow from there.”
My eyebrows raised.
Then I challenged him to a wrestling match. I made him get on his knees since he has 7 inches on me. I bounced around, the three drinks in me warming my veins. I closed the gap and pressed my breasts to his head.
“You have to start,” I said.
He grabbed my ass and tries to flip me down. I resisted my bare feet sticking on the laminate flooring. Then we full body to body. I kept breaking to pull up my top, laughed hysterically as I pulled up my top and stuffed my breasts back in.
We were on the floor, I was on my back. His strength thrilled me, his weight crushed me.
He’d kissed me twice before we started wrestling, his kisses firm and sensual: wonderful. He pinned me down and kissed me, my arms pinned between us.
I bucked up and flipped him over. He came after me and slammed me into his couch. It slid feet beneath us, we followed. His heavy form folded behind me and crushed me into the cushions. Toby the orange tabby meows and thrashed his tail at is.
I reared back and he twisted me around and pinned me beneath him again. I wriggled out of my top, my white breasts spilled out. He growled and dipped his head, lightened his grip on me.
I dropped my hands to his flanks and pulled him closer. He ground into me. “I don’t trust you,” he laughed into my nipple. I answered by arching into him.
He staged my had to his erection. Smaller than I hoped, but certainly fine with me. His easy wit, good looks, and out chemistry outweighed my preferences for once.
I gripped it and stroked as his arm wrapped around my bottom and his fingers delved into me. I was proudly wet as fuck. He growled again.
We stayed locked my out hands for a minute more before I finally said, “Do you have a condom??”
He stood and stripped, came back and knelt between my legs. My dress was a rumpled heap around my waist. I was all creamy things and breasts on the floor by his front door.
He entered me and immediately hitched my legs up over his shoulders. “Give me a wall,” I pleaded and motioned for him to slide me to the front door.
My hands firmly on the jamb I pushed back hard with every thrust. He kissed and bit the fuck out of me, crushed my mouth with his.
Them he pulled me up and shoved me to my hands and knees and groaned. “Uh oh,” I heard him say as he pulled out.
“Are we done?” I asked.
“Take it back. Don’t say sorry. That was awesome.”
He refused to take it back. But really he should have. It was just what I needed. Rough, filled with laughter, sexy. Seriously some of most fun sex ever. And he smelled like amber and aftershave.
We lounged around and I gave him a pep talk for his Skype interview in an hour and a half. “You’ll do great. You’re qualified, they want you. Ask for a moving budget and for a month’s rent to find a place and shoot for the stars.”
“I’m gonna ask for $5k a month.”. I
Could tell he was experimenting with the number with me.
“Do it. It sounds right. Fuck it. You gotta look out for you.”. We were entangled on his couch, Toby the cat was passing between our laps. My panties were on the floor on a heap.
I offered him my wrist to kiss and instead he bit it. It was exquisite. I cried out and pressed into him. Offered him a different spot to bite. He obliged.
Them it was my breast, then the other. We kissed again before he abruptly stood up and started to fidget.
“You’re getting nervous, huh?” He nodded. “Beefcake, don’t worry! You’ve got this! You just got laid, you’re all set up, you know what you’re gonna say. I promise, you’re gonna do great!” I lifted the hem of my dress as I said this exposing my thigh.
Without hesitation he closed the distance and spanked me hard. I winced and offered my bottom again. THWACK!
He struck me again and again, then leapt up. “I have to stop. Otherwise I’m going to want my fingers in you and my cock in your face and I need to get ready for the interview.”
I narrowed my eyes and pulled down top. “You have an hour.”
“Fuck,” was all he said as he pulled out his erection and aimed for face. I latched on and sucked. He gripped my hair and pulled me off of him kissed me passionately. Spanked me more. I played my tongue over the salty aperture on his head and pulled on his balls with my free hand. He moaned and I smiled around his shaft.
He pushed me off and tried I gather himself.
“Please, Beefcake, will you spank me two more times?”
“No. I can’t.”
I pouted and threw him a sultry look, my heart pounding at my shameless antics.
“Fuck it,” he said as he lamely swatted my thigh again.
“That’s all you got?”
His eyes burned as he hit me harder five more times, his fingers buried in my soaking cunt. I thrilled at the burn.
It was time for me to go and give him some space. I went to the bathroom, took this pic and sent it to him.
“I don’t see anything special about this pic,” he teaded.
“Me either. Thanks for the wonderful afternoon. Good luck tonight. You’re really gonna do great.”
I stood on my tip toes and wrapped my arms around him. He dipped his head and kissed me, pulled me into him.
“And thank you for everything you’ve said. That really helps.”
“Don’t mention it.” And I walked out with my panties in my purse and a bar in Las Vegas that will likely have a new employee in a month on my mind.