Making Out is Overrated

I met J tonight, a 39yr old married man from CL who wanted to make out and do some over-the-clothes touching.

What a waste!

He was entirely too eager, first of all. I responded to his post this weekend and from there, it was entirely too many emails and IMs with him. We talked about the plan yesterday, then last night he emailed me about it, and again this morning, and again this afternoon. He had 'scoped out' our meeting place, too, and had it all figured out.

That's good, I guess, but also sort of way too much.

We met at the prescribed place and I climbed into his minivan. He's sort of cute, in an almost Bowzer from Sha-na-na kind of way. We talked for a little bit about the kinkiest things we've done. I started out tame - not sure how much he could take! but he may have had me beat.

For the past 20yrs, he's been having an affair with an older married woman. Some times he'd eat the cream pie her husband left behind. He also wanted his own wife to play around on him, take a bf, etc, but she wasn't having it. Apparently she was wild before marriage but then disappointed him in that regard once the rings were on! He encouraged me to not change if I ever get married. Okay, dude.

We mainly just kissed, and he's not very good at it. He has a HUGE mouth and seemed to just swallow me with it. He also put his hand on the back of my head, pressing me deeper into his cavernous opening, which made it hard for me to get any leverage away from his monstrous mouth.

He fondled my tits a little bit, getting my nipples hard and tweaking them through my bra. Once I took my bra off, his hand went under my shirt and resumed his tweaking.

I tried to rub his dick through his shorts, but he didn't want me to do that, even though he was hard. He wouldn't let me see it, either, which was disappointing, because the few feels I did get in felt like he was hiding a thick cock under there.

We were only together for about 20 minutes, because he had a softball game to get to and I was unintentionally a little late. He wants to meet again, but frankly - I'd rather suck his dick and get fingered, and he doesn't want things to go that far. Doesn't make sense to me - he'll fuck his longtime friend but not play with a stranger. MEN!

So, that's it for J. More possible fun coming up later this week.

Protein Shot!

I swallowed two of those tonight from the same guy. Was going to meet a second guy after, but...wait. Why don't I start from the beginning?

SO horny this weekend. Didn't go to the party last night; I just didn't feel like going alone again. I was planning on enticing a guy I've been teasing online into going with, but he didn't log on until very late in the evening.

Today, I responded to a few posts on Craigslist in the morning, all for local play, but none really interested me once I got to know a little about them. There's one other online guy who wanted to meet, but again, just wasn't really feeling it. I was planning on getting to the pool, but it was so damn hot! I stayed inside most of the day, then finally around 4pm, got out to run some errands.

When I got back, around 6pm, I was still so horny! Back onto CL...

Two posts there caught my eye: one, for a guy who wanted to watch a movie, cuddle, and make out, and one for a guy who was working all night and wanted someone to come to his office and fool around.

I wrote them both and conversations commenced. All of a sudden I was faced with two plans for the night! The cuddle guy, K, accepted my proposed timing of 10pmish, and that left me free to meet M.

I drove to M's office building which is about 10 minutes from me. I was wearing the same thing I ran my errands in today - a pink tank top and a khaki skirt, nothing else but shoes. He had sent me a picture, and he's cute: Mexican, short skinny guy with a mustache and small goatee. Facial hair does it for me every time. ;)

He met me in the parking lot and we went upstairs to a conference room. Talked for a few minutes, neither of us making a move. He went to check on his computer, then came back and pulled my chair closer to his.

He leaned towards me and began kissing my neck and my ear, then moved to my mouth. We Frenched for a bit, then he began kissing down my neck and into my cleavage. He started to fondle my breasts and kissing the tops of him.

I pulled back, away from him. "Do you want to see them?" He nodded. "Then take them out."

He pulled down the top of my tank while I wrestled the straps off my shoulders. His mouth immediately went to one, sucking and licking and teasing my nipple. When his mouth wasn't sucking, it was softly saying things like "such big tits...such nice skin..." I reminded him not to forget the other tit, and his mouth moved over to that one. He bit gently, and tugged on the nipple, twisting it. Not until it hurt, but until it felt so good.

He took as much of it in his mouth as he could, and I love seeing a mouth full of my tit. I was rubbing his cock through his jeans and asked if he wanted me to suck his cock.

He leaned back and I got on my knees, then undid his belt and jeans and fished his cock out. It's probably 6", not overly thick, and cut. A decent cock by any standards, certainly. I took it in my mouth, as deep as I could, all of it at once. I started licking on it, sucking hard, hearing M moan and tell me how good it felt. He still had his jeans on, so I couldn't totally go to town on it, but I did my best.

He held my head down, a move I'm not too fond of, but I kept bobbing away at it. His hands were kept busy, one on my tits, then around to caress my back. I pulled off his cock after a few minutes and he wrapped my tits around it. His precum was coating the sides of my tits, making it easier for his cock to slide in between them. I leaned down to lick his precum off his head every few seconds, a move he seemed to like.

He also liked completely covering his cock with my tits, my 'big tits,' as he said, so that you couldn't even tell a cock was in there. A new form of peek-a-boo, if you will. :)

I finally took his cock back into my mouth properly, and sucked the cum out of him, swallowing it all. He kissed me after that, as he had when I was licking his precum, deep tongue kisses.

His hand then moved under my skirt, moving to my clit, which he began rubbing in earnest. I feel like a dog, literally, at times - if my clit is rubbed just so, my leg starts shaking! Anyway, he kept that up until I told him to put a finger inside me, and he did, feeling just how wet I was. He pumped my pussy with his finger for a bit, making that delicious squishing sound, and added a second finger when directed.

I came after that, but not as hard as I could have - I held myself back a little, thinking that a puddle of cum on the conference room carpet may not be such a good idea! As it was, it still dripped down my leg.

We pulled ourselves together, visited our respective washrooms to clean up, then went outside for a smoke. After we were both done, I said I was going to go - he knew I was planning on meeting K after that.

We began kissing goodbye, with my arms wrapped around his neck, and my tits again came out of my shirt, and his hand again reached under my skirt and for my clit. The rubbing began...and the leg shaking began...and I was soon keeping my arms wrapped around him for support! It got to be a little much for me to take, standing there like that, so I suggested we move over to my car. I sat partially on the hood, the still-warm engine against my bare ass, and his hand in my pussy. He put two fingers in again, pumping in and out, and used his thumb on my clit. I lay back, legs spread, tits bouncing, on the hood of my car while he pounded my pussy.

It felt so good! He was exclaiming over my tight pussy, my wet pussy, and really working it good. I reached down and began rubbing my clit, letting him watch that while he still worked his fingers in and out. For some reason, it was hard to cum, even though it felt SO good! I finally did, and when I stood up, I felt a little weak. :) We pressed together again, kissing, and he said his cock was hard again.

We switched places, and he pulled his pants down, leaning against my car, letting his hard cock into the night air. I squatted down and deep throated him, a move he definitely noticed. After a few minutes, the position started to get to me, so we got in my little virgin car (not even a year old!). I cranked the A/C and went to town, in my small little two-seater! He began jacking his cock with my mouth still attached to it and my hand fondling his balls. When he came, I again swallowed the entire load.

Throughout the night, he was calling me a good slut, a good cocksucker, calling me his little whore...and I liked it, because I was. I didn't feel it was derogatory coming from him, and I felt he was polite and disarming when needed.

Anyway, I left M to come home and catch up with K. I decided not to meet him though, because apparently he lives with his brother, so we couldn't meet there. I'm not about to have a stranger over here, so that left a hotel, and... I don't know, it sounds strange, but I'm just not about to get a hotel room with some stranger. I do have limits. ;)

There are a few other men on the horizon, too: J, a married man who just wants to make out and play over the clothes; and then P, the online guy I've been teasing for a while now. There's also...um, C, a guy online who's been talking to me about gloryholes and given me some tips on places for A and I to go. And of course, C has invited me to use him as an escort anytime A is not available. There's also a semi-local trucker who wants to meet, but I think I'm happier just flashing the goods to the truckers.

If you're still reading this novel...thank you! And I hope you're having as good a weekend as I am!

Weekend Plans?

I don't have any of those yet. I have some options...

A. Go to another of those psuedo swing parties tonight. I'm not really looking forward to going alone again, and my favorite man, A, can't go. I'll see how I feel (and how horny I am!) later tonight, though, so may end up going anyway.

B. Go to the beach and try some 'accidental' flashing while I soak up the sun.

C. Suck off a guy from Craigslist who wants to pay a girl to suck him off...yum! I don't know anything about him, other than he's 30 (or says he is), but I'm in the mood to suck cock (like that's new!) and he sounds willing. I've told him I'm 29, white, bbw, with big tits, and he sounds interested. So we'll see!

D. Find some other man who is willing to play and cum, with or without monitary rewards.

E. Stay inside all weekend naked with the A/C.

Whatever I do, I'll let you know!

I went to a friend's birthday party this weekend 6 hours south of here. J lives in the town next to where I grew up; we're not that close, and have only known each other for about 18 months, but she's as boy crazy as I am and I figured it would be a good time.

Now, six hours in a car is a long time, so of course I flashed my tits up and down the highway. Most of the truckers only got to see a view similar to that of the pic on my profile, but a few got to see the girls out of their top completely. It is SUCH a rush to drive along, windows down, sunroof open, tits out.

The party was fairly tame, I guess, compared to what happened last year, which involved a stripper and much nudity to the show. There was a doctor there this year who my friend, J, works with. M is black with cornrows and a very slight build, and though he looks about 30, he's 50. He's also married, and though he works down south, he lives up by me when he's off duty. Almost immediately, M and I were flirting and teasing. More than once, I told him he was naughty and dirty and bad, none of which he denied, and of course I said it in a way that let him know I like that in man.

Most of the guests are coworkers together, and so I was a little hesitant to flirt too heavily with M. When I laughed at some comment he made, spilling beer on my shirt, he offered to wipe it up, and I laughingly protested. While we did shots together - slippery nipples, mm! - and he spilled some down his neck, I wiped it up - but did not lick it up as a proper slut may have.

We stood together at the fridge, touching slightly, and making dirty phrases out of the magnetic words. When he dropped a few words onto the floor, he spent perhaps a bit more time down than necessary on the floor looking for them. No, I don't think my skirt had anything to do with it. ;)

(I wore a bright blue sleeveless, vneck shirt (perhaps a little loose), and a short black skirt. My favorite new blue bar-and-panty set completed the outfit. Oh, along with a bracelet J bought me last year that says "I heart boys.")

miraculously, no one was on the darkened back porch, so I took the opportunity to enjoy a smoke. M joined me and we shared one, which of course meant we had to stand very close to each other. I was standing sideways in between his legs, and I don't quite remember how (a bit too much alcohol), but he kissed me, a nice, deep, French kiss. One of us would take a drag, and then there would be another kiss. I turned so that I was straddling his leg, and we began kissing in earnest, long, passionate, tongue-filled kisses. He sucked on my bottom lip, something I adore, and I returned the favor. His hand reached up under my skirt and slid slightly into my panties, tracing a line upwards, but he didn't slide his finger anywhere else. I began rubbing the bulge that appeared in his pants.

We heard people nearing us, so he removed his hand, and I pulled slightly away. He planted a few kisses on my cheek, and I angled him towards my neck and ear. He took the hint well and began sucking and tugging on my ear with his wet lips. I know I was murmuring to him: That's it...mmmm...that's so good. MMMMMMM.

He reached a hand cup and gave a breast a nice squeeze, while he whispered in my ear about how sexy a woman I am.

When he left the party - early, unfortunately, as he had to work today - he told me he will be asking J about me. I'm anxious to know what he'll ask...and what she'll tell him.

Randomly, I also witnessed two women kissing while a man - in the proper doggy style position - felt up the breasts of one of the women. Yes, it was a pretty good party.

As I believe I've shown, I have a purple vibrator. It came with multiple, changeable heads, but years ago I found one I particularly liked and haven't changed since.

The one I like has a nice round cup on it, and I've found it acts as a suction device - often, I can pull it out of me and have a nice load of white cum to taste:



I can then stick my tongue into that cup and lick the cum out and swallow it down. Here, you can see a tiny bit of whiteness on my tongue:

Foiled at Flashing

It's hotter than Hades out there. My plan for the day was to go to a local beach and do some innocent flashing. Not quite the oxymoron it seems - my flashing would be done "accidentally." However, as often happens, things didn't quite work out as planned.

While barely on the way to the beach, I began to think I had a flat tire. I pulled into a gas station to look and add air, and of course their air pump was out of order. It did look like my tire was a wee bit flat, but I'm the least knowledgable about car parts in general, so I couldn't be certain. I decided to just turn around and go sit by the pool for a bit.

Below is a pic of the suit I wore today. The top ties behind my neck - very handy. And the cleavage showing? Quite demure.



However, should the mood strike me, I can...adjust the top to show a bit more, as evidenced here:



And should I choose to untie the top, in an attempt to erradicate the already pronounced tan lines?



Why, then I become practically indecent!

I'm scheduling an oil change this week and need to have the dealer look at something on my car, so hopefully the tire will hold out until then. Flashing will just have to wait for another day.

Tan Lines

Since ya'll have been so encouraging lately, I thought I'd post one of the most recentpics I have. This was taken at the beginning of June, just after my Mexican vacation. Notice the tan lines? I didn't stay at a topless resort, you'll notice...but I wish I had! Big areolas...the better to wear your cum!



Yeah, they sag a bit more than I'd like...but what do you expect from natural D cups?

Addendum to Cream

As usual, I forgot a few things I wanted to say about my meeting with A. Since the story's done, these are now in random order as they occur to me now:

-- A's not the usual type of guy I would go for. He's blondish, where I usually prefer brunettes. He's skinny, where I usually prefer stocky or husky. He's also way out of my league in terms of hotness.

-- I didn't feel I gave him the best blowjob possible. Maybe it was due to the angle; maybe it was due to how worked up I was, making it harder for me to concentrate on showing him an A+ time. When his finger was in my ass, my mouth wasn't even on his cock - that's why I usually prefer to do one at a time, so we both can concentrate on the matters at hand! (Or in mouth)

-- On our drive back to my car, he asked me if his being married bothered me then, as he knows it has in the past. Well, it hadn't that day...until he asked. Then I felt the usual guilt and concern flood over me. He asked if I would continue to play like this if I had a steady bf, and my answer was quick - "No."

And that's part of my normal problem - I want that steady bf, and I would be faithful to him, but instead of going places where I could meet him, I'm sucking married men off in their cars. It's a complete rock-and-the-hard-place situation, and for whatever reasons, I usually choose to sidle up to the 'hard' place, if you catch my drift.

-- Sucking A off and having such a good experience has made me crave even more. I haven't done much looking since then, for the next victim, but this weekend may turn that around. Not to mention, having such a good time with A has made me want more of HIM, and not another few years down the road!

Cream From the Tap

I sucked on a beautiful cock yesterday.

A and I originally had plans to meet up Saturday night, after the party I attended near him wound down. I missed that window, though, and we resolved to meet up another day.

That 'other day' turned out to be yesterday. I had spent the night in a town about halfway between where A lives and where I live. He, after drinking quite heavily Saturday night, left me two very horny voicemails while I slept. He told me how hard his cock was, how he needed my mouth on it, how he was so ready to cum for me...

And how could I resist?

We met at a McDonald's parking lot. I wore a black tank top, no bra, and a short denim skirt with panties. As is typical of my luck, I was on the rag, so we knew our fun would be limited.

A and I talked on the phone while he was making his drive. I was nervous, very nervous! He pulled into a parking spot near me...and as soon as I got into his car, all of my nerves left.

A is cute - very cute. I thought that the first time we met, years ago, but had forgotten just how good looking he is. As soon as my car door was closed, he leaned towards me, asking me how I was.

He gave me a kiss, a kiss that started out gentle and tentative. His tongue slid into my mouth, and the kiss deepened. He tasted sweet - minty - cool. I'm sure I tasted like an ashtray, due to all the cigarettes I had trying to calm my nerves. We continued kissing for a moment or two, his hand reaching out to rest gently on my right breast. I know I moaned a little, right into his mouth, right onto his probing tongue. He was clean shaven, but I still felt a little stubble, making me almost melt right then and there.

His hand started to snake down my tank top before I pulled away and told him to start driving. We played it cool, my hand resting on his leg, our arms touching, me leaning into him, as we drove out of the parking lot.

Neither of us knew where to go, but A picked a frontage road and headed south. His hand was again down my tank top, and I turned to face him a bit and pulled my breast free.

His hand was squeezing my tit, softly playing with my nipple, tugging on and around it. My hand was covering his, loving the feel of his fingers touching me.

"You've got great breasts. You know that, right?" he said.

I smiled. "Thank you. I'm glad you like them."

I reached over to set A's cock free, and he lifted his shirt so I could get at his belt and zipper. He was commando underneath, knowing - from reading this site - that I love that. He reached down and pulled his hard cock out into the open, and pushed his jeans a bit further down his legs until they bunched at his knees.

Now, I've sucked small cocks and thick cocks, cut and uncut cocks, and A's is right up there in my top 5. It's long - but not too. Thick - but not unbearably so. Cut, which is always my preference. Just a nice, beautiful, thick head topping a heavy rod.

Did I lean over and start sucking on it? I honestly don't remember. I know I was stroking it, and A's hand was back on my breasts, as by now I had bared them both. The car swerved a little, and I began to feel a bit exposed. We were driving parallel to the highway and a few cars passed us on the frontage road, getting quite a site.

I pulled my shirt up back over my tits for the moment, but continued to stroke A's cock. I leaned over and kissed on his earlobe while he drove. A's hand wrapped around his cock, squeezing a load of precum up the tip for me to see. He quickly licked his fingers clean while I watched in awe. I love when a man will kiss me after I've swallowed his cum, and it's even better when he'll lick my tits clean after coating them, but not many men will do that. As A's fingers got coated with the second clear bubble, I pulled his hand to my mouth and licked his juice from them.

As if divinely placed, a gravel and dirt road appeared to our right, and A made the turn onto it. After driving a bit down it, it seemed deserted enough for our needs, so A pulled the car over and put it into park. We kissed again for a moment, then got ourselves situated.

As A leaned over to put something from the middle console into the back seat, the shift in his torso caused his hard cock to point right at me. I bent over and immediately took it into my mouth, sucking down his shaft as far as I could go. I bobbed on his cock for a few moments while he murmured encouragingly above me. I placed a gently on his balls, stroking them, then moving to stroke underneath while I sucked his cock.

Wanting a better angle, I pulled my mouth from that delicious meat and got on my knees on the passenger seat. A pulled my skirt up a bit while I bent over again to fill my mouth. His hand rubbed my ass a little and pushed my panties to one side. This movement caused them to pull tightly across my pussy, and when he smacked my exposed ass cheek, I couldn't help but to moan.

"You like me smacking your ass, don't you?"

All I could do was moan through a mouthful of cock as he smacked my ass again. I tried to deepthroat his cock as much as I could, but whether due to the angle or his length, I wasn't able to quite take him all in. Close, but not good enough for me, so I kept trying.

Earlier in the day, while on the phone, A and I had talked about ass play - for or against, experiences we've had, that kind of thing. With my mouth on his cock and his hand rubbing my ass, I felt certain he was remembering that conversation.

"Do you want my finger in your ass?" I nodded in agreement, as much as one can while sucking dick. He started to tease my asshole, exclaiming over how tight it was for him. I sucked harder and faster, feeling him run his finger around my puckered hole.

"Do you want it in you? Do you want my finger in your ass? Or do you want me to keep teasing you?"

I couldn't help it, I had to pull my mouth off his cock to beg A to put his finger in my ass.

He did, and I started rocking back against his hand. God, what a rush - on a semi-deserted road, sucking dick and getting my ass fingered. I kept my hands wrapped around his cock as I started to moan. "Yes...yes...oh yessssss..."

The sensations were getting to be too much for me and I made A take his finger out. Not because it was hurting, but because it was feeling too good. I know - and you, readers, do too - that when I have something inserted in me, and I cum, I GUSH. No towel was in place and I didn't want to leave A's car smelling like pussy juice.

My mouth went back on his cock until he told me he was going to cum.

"Do you want to swallow it?" I pulled off to ask him where he wanted it, and his answer was perfect: "All over you."

I sat back as A got on his knees. I pulled my top down and let my tits hang free. A started stroking his cock in front of me and hot cum began pouring out. Some landed on my tits, some fell onto my seat, some hit my shirt. I didn't want it to go to waste, so I put my hand as a cup right under his head and began collecting spurts. I quickly rubbed some on my tits before going back for more, which I began to lick clean. Tits always look better covered in white cum, don't you think? A was kneeling and moaning above me.

When he was done, he handed me the towel he had brought with, and I cleaned up the seat and my tits. When he was again seated in his seat, I leaned over to gently clean his cock.

We both pulled our clothes together and began the drive back to my car.

Catalogue: Blow Jobs

Frank, college
Dan, college
Mike, college
Andy, college
Ben, college

Kevin, after college
Johnny, after college

M, Online guy behind the bar
A, Online guy behind another bar
Online guy in a parking garage
Old, Online guy behind the first bar
R, Online guy in a parking lot
Online guy in another parking lot
Online guy in my apt
R, ex bf
C, online guy I saw for a month or so
R, online guy I saw this year
J, blogger guy I met
M, online guy I met who I actually went to college with
B, online guy in another parking lot
M, online guy at office building
D, online guy at his house

Not sure if I'm forgetting anyone or not...As you can see, I was a pretty good girl in college...but I'm making up for it now!

Cream Soda:

Not the only cream I've swallowed today.

More later.

Is Anybody Out There?

Shameful, really, the neglect paid here. Just haven't done anything worth writing about here, haven't flashed anyone or sucked anyone or been touched by anyone at all.

Haven't had the desire to, actually. It seems like so much effort! It's all fine when I'm online and talking to some randy stranger, and we're turning each other on and talking about how much fun it will be to get together, and then we both cum together to thoughts of a blowjob or a fingering or just being plain naughty...

And then I'm done. And I have no desire to talk to this man again, for I know he'll want to meet, and I have indeed led him to believe I will meet him, and it's all just a tangled web and so I block him from contacting me.

And then I find another.

Not quite sure what to do about this pattern. I can't seem to stop myself from starting it, but perhaps I should stop myself from taking it as far as I do. On the other hand, though, what harm is there? So some married man got led on, thinking he would get to cheat on his wife, and he doesn't get to (with me, at least). Is that really something to feel sorry for?

At any rate, I do have plans I will be keeping this Saturday. A, whom I've mentioned before (and who is a reader here - say hi, A!), lives close to a town where I am attending a friend's party on Saturday. I will drive up there - it's about an hour from me - have fun with my friends - then peel off my bra and panties, perhaps throw on a skirt, and go meet A at a bar for some drinks and verbal foreplay.

We'll most likely end up in his car somewhere, me bent over his cock...I feel asleep last night a bit giddy, trying to decide what I would wear. Something that is respectable in front of my friends but, when braless, can be oh so naughty and suggestible...