Summer Sex
So, yesterday was date number 2 with James. It was his turn to visit me this time, check out my little seaside town and all the treats it has to offer…
He arrived around midday the the english weather had blessed us with another beautiful hot day. I’d ‘thrown’ on (and by ‘thrown on’ I mean carefully planned backwards) a Hawaiian esq mini dress over some battered denim cut offs and a beautiful new set of sunshine yellow lingerie.
I picked him up from the station and we headed straight for beach. It was packed, couples lounging round, kids paddling in the sea. James and I laid back on the beach and chatted, kissed and caught up… It wasnt long before we started getting a bit, urm… well lets just say we were craving some privacy…
We strolled back to mine hand in hand and I was kinda nervous… we were clearly gonna have some semi naked fun…
Handily it was over this weekend that I was between 2 flat mates so we had the place to ourselves… All the windows were open as wide as they could go… all the doors open and a salty fresh summer breeze was flowing through my flat…
It wasnt long before this beautiful man had me laid back on my bed, and was kissing my neck. Warning: if you spend long enough chatting to someone before meeting, and chat turns to preferences, any wise listening man, will soak in all your fave moves, and things that turn you on and will then proceed to do them all to you, ensuring your legs are like jelly as he peels of your little denim shorts.
As I stepped off the bed to pull my dress over head I loved catching his eyes as I unveiled my new lingerie. Pale skin, flushed cheeks, flaming red hair and yellow matching underwear, I was as innocent and as opposite to him and his beautiful dark skin and very snug black boxers… he pulled me to the bed and wasted no time in removing my bra, expert hands and lips caressed my nipples, hard despite the seriously warm weather.
In no time at all, his fingers had worked their way into my knickers, easily sliding into me, all hot and wet for him. He took a second to stop and look me staight in the eye as he took in just how wet he’s made me, before crushing his lips against mine and he buried his fingers deep inside of me, I gasped into his kiss and ground myself against the palm of his hand.
I was feeling wanton and was giving myself easily, I don’t know if it was the weather, the fact all the doors and windows were open, that I was with someone new or the combination of everything but I opened myself up to him and gave myself in such a way, with no timidness or shyness… He literally lapped it up.
After some time of attention on me I was eager to play with this man. I removed his fingers from me, kissed them, tasting myself on him, I then laid him back, running my tongue over his stomach and chest I worked my way slowly down and carefully removed his boxers which were barely containing his erection.
Now I know what they say about black men and the size of there members, and I’m not in the position to compare but I didnt care, what lay before me was a beautiful, rock hard, massive cock and I couldn’t wait to give it some attention.
Wasting no time, I took him into my mouth a sucked hard. He groaned, deep and huskily and rested one hand on the back of my head. As I sucked him, I felt him growing harder still inside my mouth and I yearned to feel this beautiful cock inside my now soaking pussy.
He was clearing having similar thoughts as with out warning, he flipped me over, pulled off my dripping knickers and discarded them on the floor, as he grabbed a condom from his bag, he quickly rolled it on whilst running a tongue over my swollen clit. Enough with the foreplay though, within seconds this man had entered me and had me gripping the pillows with the beautiful pleasure and pain which flooded my body.
He fucked me hard. and deep and kissed me passionately. I was a mess, I was soaked, sweating, nails scratching down his back.
Now James was something new for me in the bedroom, he was adventurous in a way not many men are, he changed position every 10 minutes or so, and seemed determined to make this last as long as possible, he had me spread legged, my head hanging off the edge of the bed on minute, the next he had me standing, pushed flat against the cool wall as he entered me from behind, and then bent over a chest of draws on tip toes in front of my full length mirror. It was like my room was a sexual playground and I was a sex toy to be used and pleasured in everyway possible.
The sex went on for literally hours. This too was a new exerience for me, especially with a first time with someone. I came multiple times by way of his tongue, his fingers, him hitting my gspot with such precision. When he finally came, he did so with such passion it deserved an award. His fingers locked in my hair and he pulled head back, biting my neck at the same time, the feeling of this sent me over the edge one final time and my body clenched around his.
We collapsed back on the bed, panting and sweaty. The cool breeze felt amazing on my hot skin and I laughed at the visual difference between us. I was all red in the face, smudged mascara and serious sex hair. He on the other hand looked beautiful. The sweat just made his skin look even more appealing and the heat had just increased his afro… When I commented how beautiful he looked compared to the mess I was he reassured me I looked beautiful and kissed my flushed face.
We fell into an exhausted sex sleep and woke up later just as the weather was starting to chill. We realised that he didnt have long before his train left so as he put his clothes back on, turing down a shower so he could smell me on him all the way home, I called him a taxi and kissed him goodbye wearing nothing but a smile.
Now that is what you call an very good second date :)
