We saw friends and then were deciding what to do. I don't remember option one, but option two was going to bed. "Whatever would we do there?" I asked.
"I'm sure we could think of something," he said.
We chose bed. I lay on my back with my shirt and bra off. I had a buckwehat hull pillow on my chest between my breasts. I told him I liked the weight of it. He said he could be the weight. So he moved the pillow to my vulva and climbed on top of me. We kissed.
Then he was lying to the side of me, touching my cunt through my clothes. I liked the way he rubbed me there, when he hit just the right spot. I liked when he would suddenly pat me.
And I was touching his cock. I kept licking my hand to put more spit on him. He was beautiful and good in my hand.
"I want to tell you what I think about when we're kissing and when you're touching me, but I'm scared," I said.
"Mm hm," he said.
"Tell me I don't have to be scared to tell you anything," I said.
"You don't have to be scared to tell me anything," he said.
Slowly I began to tell him, with lots of pauses and excited fear. "I would like..."
"Mm hm?" he said.
"For us to listen to pornography while we make out," I said. I like porn's sounds. I like to imagine other people's sounds in the room. I imagined him imagining it. I haven't seen or heard any porn in months, quite a long time.
"Mm hm," he said.
"And sometime when we have sex all day, I would like to suck your cock while you look at pornography," I said. "I really want that. On a day where we have sex all day, not the first couple times you come, but later." I have wanted to have sex all day for quite a while. He says when I get back from New York we'll have sex all day.
"Do you like my fantasies?" I asked.
"I do," he said. His cock was hard in my hand. Those were the easy two. I got nervous again.
"I have this other fantasy, not a very detailed one," I said, "where I come home and you're fucking N."
"What am I doing to her?" he asked.
"Oh, she's lying on her back, and you're fucking her enthusiastically." I said.
"You weren't expecting it?" he asked.
"No," I said.
"How do you feel about it?" he asked.
I thought for a minute. "I'm not sure," I said.
"And we tell you to join us?" he asked.
I laughed. "I join you," I said.
"Does N go down on you?" he asked.
"No," I said. "I don't trust anyone to go down on me but you." I guess it's my fantasy and I could trust her in my fantasy, but I don't.
We talked about how I would join them. "Would you go down on her while I fucked you?" he asked.
"Sure," I said, imagining it.
"Would you like to taste her on my cock after I've been fucking her?" he asked.
"Yes," I said.
"How do you think she'd taste?" he asked.
"Good," I said. "Probably like me. Oh, that feels good," I said. This whole time he had been touching my cunt through my clothes, and I was so aroused.
Then I told him this other fantasy that I have that I'm not going to recount to you, dear reader, because it's about someone I'm afraid might read this blog one day, and I don't want to upset her.
Then I moved my hand under my clothes, and again the wetness there amazed me. My clitoris was slick. "Would you do me a favor," I asked, "and fuck my mouth?"
"Yes," he said. As I masturbated, he fucked my mouth. The head of his cock went deeper than usual, and I liked the angle. He started making small sounds then pulled out and knelt by my head, masturbating over my face.
"Can I come?" he asked.
"Just a minute," I said. I masturbated more quickly and started making small sounds. Then I came joyfully as he came on my face. Some of his semen was on my chin, and some dripped onto the bed. Later I found a little in my hair.
He got a tea towel from the laundry basket and gently wiped my face. He offered it to me so I could wipe my hand. Then we cuddled and talked and fell asleep, the hall light still on.