The place we agree to meet in is closed so he’s let me know that he’s sat outside instead. I can kind of see him hunched over a phone as I cross the bridge but can’t tell if that’s him until I get close.
I nervously say “H- ?” and he turns around – oh wow he’s cuter than I expected and not quite as shy as his subby messages suggested. He’s casually dressed and at first glance I assume he’s a builder – trainers, hoodie, jacket. But he’s wayyyyy too well spoken.
Backstory : He is seriously into what he calls latching.. AnR, there are now so many names for it. Did I mention he wants to worship me?
He tells me his place is about 10 minutes walk away and we chat easily on the journey. He’s not what I expected at all, and I’m crazily turned on. I can already feel my knickers are wet.
He apologises for the place – he’s staying there with a friend and I giggle at the danger of it all. Midday, nowhere else to be. The flat is filled with sunlight – it’s decorated really subtlety and above all it is clean and doesn’t smell of boys. I take my boots off in the hall and he asks if I want a drink.
I take the pint of water he’s handed me upstairs and he shows me his room. It’s fairly bare and I note the guitar case and a bag full of books. I ask if he wants to get started and he tells me he’s intrigued about what I’m wearing.
Reader you know by now that this is part of the game for me: it’s been so long since I’ve had the opportunity I’ve really enjoyed getting ready. A slick of body moisturiser, perfume, suspender tights, a bra and knickers and a lace body which unclips at the crotch. a skirt and shirt over the top.
I pull off my outer clothing and spin round for him. Unlike Mister-last-week he’s impressed and grabs me at the waist. That feels nice. I pull out my breasts so he can see and he pulls me closer then asks me to get on the bed. We lie down together – fresh white sheets and the sun streaming in. He nuzzles both and sucks the nipples, it feels amazing. He grabs both with his hands and gets to work on them, switching only to look up at me. It feels divine with his stubble brushing them. I reach for my pussy and stroke a little over my pants. Definitely soaked through. He’s still got his pants on so I have a little feel, the precum has already soaked them. He seems pretty hung, a nice package for sure. He asks permission to worship me and I pull my knickers off which land on the floor. And then his lips are on mine – oh reader how I’ve missed this! His technique is excellent, tongue deep inside me and lips swirling on my clit. I really enjoy it, and wonder how long it will take to get his fingers in there. We move positions and he stands up, and puts the knickers on. He looks marvellous, the cream satin framing his bulge wonderfully. And I didn’t even have to tell him what to do.
We settle back down on the bed and his fingers probe but he’s sort of poking one side of my cunt so I redirect him. He’s knelt over me now and im conscious he’s very turned on. He goes again, fingers inside, tongue on the clit. I’m so close to cumming it’s unreal but today for some reason it’s not happening. I pull his head closer and wiggle my hips but it’s not happening. He asks what I want him to do and I tell him to fuck me.
He gets a condom ready but I decide to suck him for a while, underneath him as he continues to finger me. I love how his balls are covered in wisps of ginger and blonde. He’s very slight and I enjoy teasing him up and down his shaft as he tells me it’s amazing.
I can’t tell if he wants to come already but he slips inside me and it’s good. He’s really hard and I am soaked, he keeps plunging into me like a jackrabbit and I tell him “slow is best”. He’s covered in sweat and holding my boobs, I reposition my legs to wrap around him. It’s really really nice. He doesn’t take long to come, but makes no sound at all then pulls out.
Ah. Did you come? Yes. Okay, and he falls down beside me.
We’ve discussed strap ons as he wants me to “break” him. I’ve told him this isn’t happening today but show him my new one. I show him the whole bag of tricks and he pulls stuff out. I show him the collar and leash, and put it on myself. I ask if he wants it and he tries to put it on himself. “How did you buckle that on yourself with one hand “ he asks. Even I don’t know. It’s years since I’ve worn it.
He likes the feel of it. It’s fun, discovering things together. I can tell the rendezvous is over and I gather my things, he’s taken off the knickers and I put them straight on. The tights, body and bra never came off. I really love being fucked like that, so I can adjust myself and go back home.
I collect everything and then go downstairs with him. I realise I’ve not been to the loo, unfortunately it’s back up. I scan for evidence: lots of cleaning products, three shavers on the shelf and no grime or mess anywhere. I really have seen some hovels in my time. Is this part of it, part of my kink? Seeing a man’s habitat, checking how they live. I think it is.
He offers to walk me back but I decline, I don’t need directions.
He thanks me the next day but says he doesn’t want to sneak around behind his mates back again. I tell him that’s fine, I can host next time.
I go to a coffee shop near the station and enjoy just being there, thinking about the encounter and getting goosebumps.
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