The Bachelor copped it last night. Our meeting wasn’t confirmed until about an hour beforehand as it’s his company’s busy time of year, but he organised a workaround and kept his word. Again, there’s been nothing but refreshing frankness and honesty in dealing with him. He barely had time to shower when I arrived and he answered the door wearing only a long t-shirt. My eyes widened and I said it was a very good idea to answer the door without pants. He stuck his tongue down my throat in response and said we had been vertical for too long.
His legs were sore and he was tired from days without a break but he found the endurance to get on all fours and go down on me. I was squirming happily as he inserted fingers in both holes and licked my clit, and he held his fingers in position when he launched up to kiss me and share my taste. We kissed a few times until he proclaimed he had to go down again (another fine idea) and returned to work between my legs. I can’t remember the last time I orgasmed clitorally with a partner but his fingers worked a treat inside me and I spasmed around them twice until I was a giggling puddle on his sheets.
I think I managed to say thank you before laying back and hoping for a quick recovery so I could jump him. He took advantage of my weakened state and stuck his cock in my mouth. I licked the long trail of pre-come and gagged somewhat contentedly as he thrust in my mouth. My lust stirred again as his legs were tiring and I positioned him on his back and rimmed him. I probably should have placed a pillow under his rear to gain some elevation as I was lying almost on my side with my legs flailing at odd angles trying to find a comfortable position, but I was having so much fun I didn’t want to interrupt the tempo. I occasionally looked up and saw his hand massaging his cock and thoughts of fucking entered my mind. He must have been thinking the same thing as he said, “I think it’s time I gave you a hard fucking.” He was full of good ideas.
When I was packing a bag before I left, I read instructions on the lube bottle that said it could be applied inside a condom. I thought now there’s something I’ve never tried and put the idea away in the back of my head, wondering curiously if the condom would stay in place. I used the opportunity to slick some lube along The Bachelor’s cock to bring him to full hardness and rolled the condom on and rode the man like an unbroken horse. I leaned forwards, sat upright, leaned back, towered over him and gripped the bed head, and bounced until my legs were crying with protest. He grabbed my hips and started thrusting from underneath and we fucked in a mis-matched, messy sweatfest that was an amazing amount of unco-ordinated fun. He was flinging sweat up at me and mine was dripping on him and our hands slid haphazardly across each other’s bodies. I haven’t a clue how long we lasted but we crashed together until neither of us could speak from exhaustion.
We agreed sensibly to a break and he flipped off the condom — it had lasted the distance admirably with lube inside but I forgot to ask if there was a difference in sensation for him. We sprawled in a heap on his bunched sheets and talked a while in the dark. He was tired and hadn’t come and I started brushing my fingertips along his inner thighs and penis to bring his erection to life again. My touches turned into firmer massaging and soft moans crept into his conversation. He took over masturbating and he responded positively when I lubed a finger and inserted it into his anus as we were kissing. As his breathing became deeper, I finger fucked him in tempo and kissed him with more intent. Unlike the frenetic bursts of activity earlier, we merged in the darkness and moved together to bring him to orgasm. It happened on an unexpectedly intimate level and we didn’t feel the need to talk after that.
He wore the t-shirt again to bid me goodbye and gave me another long kiss. It was a shame he needed to work in the morning as he had re-activated a new source of energy inside me and I reluctantly slipped into the night.