Did I Mention...?

By Irish Eyes

I met a guy (I'll call him Stuart) on a dating website-the vanilla kind (not a sex one). The big difference was that he contacted me. A lot of times on those sites, I will go searching for available men and if they seem interesting, send them an email or a little cyber-flirt. Doesn't usually pan out, but I have met two good friends that way. But Stuart found me and sent me a note. We started chatting on-line the next evening and went on for almost 2 hours! We seem to click on several levels, and decided we should meet. He seemed to be smart, funny, and interesting. I kept my on-line flirting way down- didn't want to scare the man!!

We met at my favorite Irish pub a few days later. I wasn't feeling too great, getting over a case of bronchitis, but I wanted to meet him. I did warn him ahead of time that I might not be 100%, more like 75%, so if he liked me, just add 25% to that!! He said that so far he liked what he heard. It was Trivia Quiz night at the pub, so we decided to play the game. I started thinking that it may have been a mistake bringing him here to my home turf, since I know everyone there. So, as we are playing the Trivia with some of the people I know, I realize that 4-5 guys are mildly flirting with me most of the time and I'm flirting back (not seriously) in front of my date. Of course, I become pretty extroverted in this kind of situation.. So, I'd hoped I hadn't scared him off!! Could certainly scare off lesser men, but I wasn't looking for lesser men anyway!

When we left the pub, I gave him a ride back to his car, several blocks away. I had had a good time, but was a little worried about scaring him off, and even worse, I realized that he had several physical characteristics that reminded me of my ex-husband. Ickk!! That could be really difficult. But, then, he asked if I wanted to get together on the weekend and cook together. Well, my ex- would never have done something like that, that's for sure!! Stuart had some fresh shrimp he bought off a boat down at the coast and was going to make some shrimp stock (and I thought I was the only person I knew who ever made homemade stock). He would bring those and we would figure out what to do with it. That sounded pretty fun and a little sexy, so I agreed. I've never had a cooking date, but I could see that it would be a good way to get to know someone. We got to his car and he gave me a quick kiss (just very casual, so not enough for me to tell how good he really might be at kissing. You know I really need good kissing. If a guy doesn't kiss well, it doesn't go any further).

Over the next few days, we chatted on-line. He wanted to make gumbo, but I said I wasn't crazy about it. I suggested risotto and that seemed to work for him. We discussed wines (something I have more of an opinion about than he does, since he's mostly a beer guy). We got the plans together for Saturday.

An hour or so before he was due, I got a nice bubble bath.. I shaved everything, including my pussy, since I had recently started going bare. I didn't know if we were going to get to that point or not, but "Be Prepared" is still a good idea. I decided not to be too much of an exhibitionist, so the neckline wasn't too low, nor the skirt too short. But, it was a little sexy, just enough, I thought. Women have such a difficult job trying to figure out what message to send with their outfit, and then some men never even notice. I started some prep work in the kitchen, chopping the vegetables for the risotto, inventing a topping for some bruschetta out of some softening tomatoes, some artichoke hearts, basil from my garden, and some feta cheese. I got things ready and set them out so I wouldn't be fumbling around in the kitchen during my date.

Ten minutes before my date was to arrive, my son (and his friend, another teenage boy) came home with his dad. My ex-husband walks in the kitchen, where I've been prepping for the dinner, fills up his water bottle in the refrigerator, and walks out, never making eye contact or saying a word. I am a little discombobulated- did he think I didn't see him?? As soon as he drives off, here's my date!! So all that time I spent trying to get calm so I wouldn't look nervous goes out the window. I explain what just happened and fortunately, he isn't too weirded out, so I give him the mini-tour of my house and backyard. The moon is starting to rise and there's a soft breeze, even though the sun isn't down completely.

Back in the kitchen, I pour some wine and start sautéing the vegetables for the risotto. I give him the bruschetta with the tomato, artichoke, basil and feta topping so we can have something to snack on while we're cooking dinner. He's worked as a cook before doing banquets in hotels; although I've only cooked at home, I'm pretty creative. Risotto isn't complicated, but you have to be patient, only adding one thing at a time and letting the flavors come together. We start talking more about varied subjects, books we've read and other common interests. Typical second date conversation, but I'm grateful that I can keep my hands busy cooking so I don't look too nervous. Whenever I need another hand, there he is and already knows what I need!! Wow! That is really sexy for us women; a guy who thinks about what we might need and is there to provide it without being asked!! (Take note, guys!!) Soon, the risotto, shrimp and sautéed spinach are ready and we take it all outside to the patio table to eat. It's gotten darker, but the moon is near full and reflecting off the water in the swimming pool, so we can see well enough. The boys come downstairs, fill their plates with some food and disappear again (Stuart doesn't seem fazed, but he has two sons, also). Great food, good conversation, nice Shiraz, we relax and enjoy ourselves. He tells me about reading about a philosophy that pleasure for pleasure's sake can be perfectly fine. Oh, I like where he's going with this!! I put my foot up on his chair seat, just barely touching his leg in his jeans. He brushes my leg with the back of his hand a couple of times during the conversation and I wonder if I should be less subtle. I imagine his hand sliding along my calf, up my thigh, and I forget what he was just saying. Just as I'm about to get a little more forward (I really don't have much practice at this, so I'm still learning), he leans over and kisses me. And KISSES me!! Oh, and I kiss back, totally and completely, we share our mouths, our tongues, tasting of wine and garlic (no problem if you both have garlic for dinner!!). I finally come up for air and mention that we should move this party inside. We quickly gather the dishes (so quickly that a wine glass breaks and must be swept up) and take everything into the kitchen. Cleaning up can wait, but I put the rest of the shrimp risotto in the refrigerator. Stuart comes up behind me, putting his arms around me and pressing against my back. I turn to him and ask, "Did I mention that I am a hedonist?" He said, "No, but I'm getting the idea" as he laughed. I lead him through the darkening house into my bedroom. More kissing, now with hands, running over my ass, up my back, across my breasts, gently exploring. My hands are running over his back and arms as we hold each other tightly standing in the bedroom. I sit down on the bed, and Stuart joins me, so we can start kissing again. Did I mention that I LOVE kissing?? He lies down beside me and we are touching, exploring, still with our clothes completely on. I have to go to the bathroom and, afterwards, come back to the bed without my panties. Hey, why bother putting them back on only to take them off in a minute? Stuart takes his turn in the bathroom and then returns to take off his shoes, and shirt. I slip off my top and his hands move behind me, unfastening my bra and sliding his hands around to cup my breasts. Ahhhhh! I lie down and let Stuart enjoy my breasts, touching them, tasting them, sucking them. I still have on my skirt, but no panties, so when his hands wander down to my pussy, he finds me very, very wet. He takes off his belt, jeans, and underwear and I see his naked body. All thoughts of him looking like my ex-husband flee my mind since this man is his own person. Although he's not huge, he has a nice cock and some really good sized balls. I lean forward and lick his cock, sucking and enjoying watching him get hard. I'm a little afraid that he might come too soon, since I think it's been a while for him. So, I take it easy. I want this to last for a while. He moves down my body and he starts using his mouth on me. OMG!! I love that! I raise my hips to meet his mouth, grinding against him, feeling the attention of his tongue on my clitoris, persisting, driving me over the edge for the first climax. I slow down briefly and still want more!! Now he slips a finger in me. I had noticed his hands earlier at dinner. He has nice thick fingers, and now he's filling me up with two of them while his tongue continues to torture me (in a wonderful way, of course). I come and come. After a while, he lies down next to me and we just keep playing with each other's body, resting a little. I turn to him and say "Did I mention that I was an uninhibited, exhibitionist, hedonist?" He said, "I am really starting to like you!! You are my kind of woman!"

We start touching some more and I am stroking his cock. He is getting harder but not entirely yet. With a twinkle in my eye, I ask him if he has ever tried a cock ring. He says no. I tell him that I have some and would he like to try one. Stuart says "Sure, that sounds fun". They really are fun and are great for both increasing and maintaining an erection. I have several sizes, but don't know enough about how they each work, so I just pick one at random. I explain that ideally the cock ring should go around the cock and the scrotum to hold the balls tightly, putting a little pressure at the base of the balls near the perineum. This creates a little pressure at the secondary erectile center (which I learned from Ducky Doolittle!!). Well, now he's really smiling and says, "Go for it!" I carefully (don't want to catch hair or pinch a testicle!!) stretch out the silicone cock ring and slip it over his cock and under his balls. Hmmmmmmmm. Now, I start playing with my mouth on his cock, licking, kissing, sucking, around the tip, around the corona, down the shaft, around the balls, hmmmmmmmmm. I'm having a lovely time!! And he seems to be enjoying it, too!! He turns me over and starts playing with my tits again, hands moving over my body and exploring. This is playful sex, one of my favorite kinds (I actually have several kinds of favorite sex!!). We are flirting with our words, our hands, our mouths, our bodies, using all our sex organs, including the brains!!

I know he wants to fuck me, we are having so much fun and really connecting, but I notice that he is not very hard right now. I start touching him some more, stimulating his cock. He responds a little, but apparently he is having trouble staying hard. He tells me that this happens sometimes when he is with someone new. He really needs to get to know someone to feel comfortable enough to let go. I realize that male arousal is no more of an on-off switch than is female arousal. So many people (mostly those with a lot less experience than I have) think that guys just have to see a naked woman, or partially-naked woman, or fully-clothed woman (LOL!), and the cock goes up and stays up. It may work that way for a few guys, but for most, they really do have a connection between the brain and the cock. They need their head involved (maybe not the same way as women, but it can't be ignored) to have great sex. They need to feel comfortable and appreciated and they need to feel an attraction. That doesn't mean that if it's not working that it's because they aren't attracted to a woman; they just may need to sort out exactly what they find most attractive and how they feel about it.

So, I know he likes me, I know he is enjoying my body, he's been very honest with me, and it's all good. He's not embarrassed (and I really like that since it tells me that he feels pretty secure in himself) or apologizing. It's just what it is. We can worry about it or just accept it and move on to something else. We, being very smart, experienced people, decide to just accept it and move on. My pussy is still wet and I certainly don't mind more attention there or any other part of my body. I continue to play with Stuart, his cock, his nipples, his chest, his neck, just touching and exploring his body, not trying to make anything happen, just having fun.. We snuggle together. We talk (about sex and other stuff, too). We no longer feel the pressure to achieve a perfect orgasm for Stuart (although I'm perfectly happy having mine!!) and we have a lot of fun!!

Later, when he is leaving, still sharing some wonderful kisses on the way out, I feel wonderful. I know that we are going to have a lot of fun on our next date because this is a great guy with a great attitude about sex. My favorite kind of man!!! --

The End