So I got weak yesterday and went to Kate's house. I know I was going to wait until I could meet her husband and try to figure out what was going on, but I needed love. Last week I was not in a good mood, as you may recall, and to top it off, I wasn't able to see James and Sveta on the weekend because they were together somewhere else. I'm happy for them, but it made me feel less loved than ever. They were so romantic, went on a day trip to a local attraction (no, I'm not going to tell you which attraction, because that would give it away) and then dinner and afterward an evening of love at his house because his parents were out of town. He swears up and down that he wore a condom, and I believe him. Well, actually, he wore several condoms, because they made love multiple times. I wish I had been there to just watch. Two young kids in love fucking is so incredibly sexy.
So I needed some love. Of course, I get love from my parents, Mom spiritually, and Dad more physically. But I needed to feel like I was my own woman. Because truth be told, even if I had been invited along with James and Sveta, I couldn't have afforded to go. I need to find a better-paying job fast, or I'm going to be living in the poorhouse forever. Anyway, enough personal finance, the point is, I needed it, as the title said.
Kate was a little surprised when I called up and asked if she was available for the afternoon, but she was eager, so I slipped into something more comfortable and headed over. Her kids were at school, her husband was at work, and we had the house to ourselves. And we didn't talk at all. Once I was through the door and it shut behind me I was already kissing her, even though we were clearly visible through her front windows. I think she was a little nervous about that, because she led me back to the bedroom before we could get too far.
But once we were in the bedroom, she acted a little strange, like she was performing. I mean, she was talking like she was in a porn film, and being all sexy, and it was a little odd. I guess she was feeling theatrical. I even got into it a little, and we stripped each other like we were appearing in Hustler. Then she pulled out a dildo and wanted to try it out on me, so I lay back and let her get between my legs. I just had fun watching her move; she really is very sexy, could easily be a model. Very fun to watch, even if she's not doing anything right. Which she wasn't, really, which I found kind of funny. Why is it that some gals can't seem to get the hang of dildos on other gals? I know she didn't have any practice, but you'd think she'd tried it on herself and would have at least some idea of what felt good. Maybe she really likes it differently than I do.
Well, I can actually say, no she doesn't, because after I showed her the proper way, nice clean strokes and twists and bottoming out and pressing up and down, she let me do her, and I did the same thing and she exploded. My heart wasn't in it though, so after I gave her as much of an orgasm as I could manage, I asked her if we could just lie together and kiss and stroke. I think she wanted more theatrics, but by that time I just wanted to be held. She kept trying to be exciting and I kept shushing her, until finally we were just making out and she had fingers in my pussy and I had some in hers. We both came at nearly the same time, which was nice and I think she enjoyed that a lot. But she was still acting a little strange, even then. I don't know, maybe she's feeling guilty. It didn't seem like it; hard to put my finger on it.
Maybe she was worried the kids would come home, because they did shortly thereafter, and we were both lying naked in the bed. She jumped up and threw on a robe and went out to talk to them, and knowing what happened last time, I hurried into my clothes. But she came back alone and said they were going to their rooms to do homework, and I should get undressed again. I told her I had to use the bathroom, which was true, and she seemed strange about that too for a minute. I almost asked her if she wanted to watch, but I figured it wasn't time for too many kinks, since she was asking me to stay and fuck again while her kids were in the house.
Once I got back from the toilet (which was a really nice bathroom, by the way, a place I could definitely see fooling around in) she was lying on the bed naked with her legs spread wide open fingering herself like she was putting on another show for me. I stood there and enjoyed it for a few moments, then she beckoned me over, and my libido tore my clothes off and threw me across the room. I wanted her bad, wanted to taste her cunt, and I lost myself in fingering her and sucking her clit while she came and came. The shallowness of her cunt is really amazing; I don't even have to search for her cervix, and she does love me to play with it. If her husband has any kind of cock at all, he must not be able to get fully into her. He probably bumps her cervix with every thrust, cums directly into her womb.
She had to pull me off her and lay me back so she could eat me out, and I came quickly from the tension, then again after a few minutes. She's still being too rough for me, but in this case it was just fine. She even tickles my cervix with those long fingers, but the nails I could do without. Honestly, I don't see how women with long nails manage to pleasure themselves or other women; nails in my pussy are a big turn-off for me, not because they hurt, but just because I can imagine them hurting.
After I came down I told her I really had to go. I think she wanted me to stick around, either because she wanted me to meet her husband right then, or some other reason I haven't quite figured out. I wasn't ready for her husband though, especially since meeting her husband might be the last time I get to see her. So I left. I ran into one of her sons on the couch, the older one, watching TV. Scared the shit out of me. Fortunately I was dressed. He just looked at me, totally unsurprised, even a little... I hesitate to say attracted, but maybe a little. He's young, and well, I'm hot, so I wouldn't be surprised if the hormones are acting up. But the fact that he didn't seem to care that I was coming out of his mother's room... a little strange. I'm really intrigued by this family. Maybe they all know what's going on. Maybe I'm not the first. The first woman, maybe, since Kate just isn't skilled enough for me to believe that she's had a regular stream of female lovers, but maybe she and her husband have an arrangement or something.
After all that weirdness, I confess I'm looking forward to meeting the family with a mix of curiosity and trepidation. But it did make me feel better to fuck her, and I could go on feeling better by fucking her, and if possible her husband too. Maybe all I need to do is tell them I'm open to that kind of thing. Maybe they're just scared I won't be. Maybe I'm spending too much time analyzing this.
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