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It never hurts to ask September 20, 2010

Posted by Leah in Cunnilingus, Fellatio, Fucking, Random hookups.

As I wandered the Southbank area yesterday afternoon, I stopped at the booksellers in front of the National Theatre. I wore denim shorts with black hose underneath, a purple top, and a jean jacket. It was nothing sexy: I had dressed for the weather. A man in his early thirties came up to me as I leafed through prints of birds from old books and maps. “Can I hit on you?” he asked. The candor was refreshing. I laughed.

He had the geek chic going for him. I liked his glasses. “Please do,” I answered.

We sat on the riverfront, drank beer, people watched, and talked. Forty minutes later, we were on the Northern line heading to his place. As we stood on the crowded tube, my back slanted against his chest. Leaning into his arms, I placed his hand over the fly of my shorts. In his bedroom, I undressed him and he undressed me. He carefully tugged my nylons off, kissing the exposed skin inch by inch as he did. He sniffed my panties after he had removed them. Once we were both naked, he sent me flat on my back and ate pussy like a champ, licking and nibbling and fingering till I came. He waved his cock at me after that and had me straddle him. I pushed off his chest with my arms and rode the penis, then spun around so that I could ride him the other way, with hands gripping his thighs as I rose and fell. He held my hips while I gyrated my ass atop his groin. When his orgasm approached, he pulled out of me and shifted my weight off. Sending me sprawling, he stood on the bed, tore the condom away, and ejaculated over my breasts. The side of a finger swiped his semen from my tits. His come tasted salty and brackish.

He recovered his erection during an interlude of sixty-nine. I mouthed his balls and let the cock elongate against my face. I liked the heat of it against my nose and cheeks. The smell was a potent, masculine musk. The second time, he was on top of me. He stuck his index and middle fingers in my mouth. I sucked them, squeezing my tongue in the spaces in between while he thrust into me. Primed by the pussy licking, I came with his penis moving within. It is lovely to clench myself around a new cock.

He made pizza for dinner. We ate sitting on blue wooden chairs, him in a pair of boxers, me wearing bra and panties. I bundled the silky pink fabric to one side and swept my fingers over my slit.

I had work to do. I couldn’t afford to spend the entire night on sex. Going to my knees, I sucked his cock to hardness, replaced the condom, and bent over the table, where the plates and the glasses of wine had been. He moved into position behind me and entered my cunt. He grasped my hips and hauled me backward, driving his pelvis forward as he did. My breasts dragged along the wood of the table, which was cool to the touch and resolutely solid. I shivered. He stuck his thumb in my asshole as he worked my pussy. Fingers strummed my clit as I moaned. It only took him a few minutes to achieve orgasm.

We exchanged numbers. He is a guitarist in a band who does odd jobs to pay the bills. He suggested a weekly hookup. I don’t know whether I will see him again. But as Frank leaves for university in a week, I do need a new fuck buddy in the city.