Porn!

I hopped online Saturday night and received a message from A, asking me what I was doing that night. He was up for some play, so we agreed we'd meet at a halfway point in between us - and visit some local porn shops. I quickly showered, fixing up the shave job from the night before, threw on some casual clothes (jeans, thinnish shirt, no bra), and got on the road!

We were hoping to play in some booths, but at the first shop, the 'booths' were really just open stalls: a TV, a chair, and no door. That wasn't going to fly! We looked at the toys for a bit, as I'm in need of a new vibrator, and looked at the videos a bit, scoping the place out. There were maybe half a dozen guys in and out of the place, and while A said they were looking at me, I barely gave them a glance.

At one point, after courteously asking me first, A ducked into the bathroom at the porn shop, leaving me alone with the random guys. While that made me nervous, I was also excited to think that a stranger might come up to me and start touching me.

A and I have talked often before about me sucking through glory holes and while the idea gets me very hot, he is very concerned about the, er, quality of men who might be there. If actually faced with the situation, I'm not sure whether I would take the plunge or not, but I didn't have to deal with that last night.

When we learned the place was closing shortly for the night, we went across the street to a 24hour place. This was much brighter, much cleaner of an establishment. Again, we looked at some of their toys, though there selection paled compared to the first locale. We made fun of some of the videos that looked like they were the 1973 edition, and we checked out the booths. Here, they had doors on them, but we weren't sure if they were meant for only one person or not.

I was pretty hot at that point - I always find A incredibly sexy - and we left, intent on finding a place to pull over and play. We were barely out of the parking lot before my jeans were unzipped and pulled down, and A's fingers were in my slit.

This was the first time I had let A touch me, and I was already very wet for him. We pulled up alongside a trucker, and A turned the dome light on, giving some lucky guy a good view of a horny slut who was enjoying a man's fingers inside her.

A brought me to orgasm, and began stroking his cock. I reached over to help and to keep his balls from being neglected, and when he got closer to cumming, he asked where I wanted his cum, and he pulled over so I could put my mouth on it.

He continued to jerk his cock, with my mouth right over the head, calling me a dirty slut for loving his cum so much. When he came, my mouth sucked him dry and swallowed it down.

A drove me back to my car and kissed me before I left. While the porn shops were a bit anti-climatic, A and I still managed to enjoy ourselves.

Mmm, Cock

I sucked cock last night in a parked car. This was preceded by a couple of beers, a few various bars, my first strip club!, some excellent kissing, and some tit sucking.

I almost laughed while sucking cock - it's been years since I had sucked this particular one. About 10 years, to be precise. He was silent throughout, which I don't prefer, but he was gentlemanly enough to let me know when he was going to cum.

Not that that made me pull my mouth off of his rod at all...I swallowed all of his cum down like good bad girls do.

The strip club was sort of sleazy - small and trashy. The girls were okay - one was pretty cute, the others weren't that great. The guys looked completely unrespectable. My guy and I sat back, thighs and arms touching, and watched the action together. He tipped one, sliding the bill between her breasts while she squeezed them together to hold onto the money.

We were only there a short time, maybe 30 min, before he said we should leave after our beers were done. I teased him, wondering if the action was too much for him to take, and he smiled, agreeing that there was a lot of visual stimuli.

When we got back into his car, I begged him to crank the heat, as I was cold without a coat. He leaned over while fastening his seat belt to stare at my left breast, the one closest to him.

"You're not nipping out," he said. I ran my fingers over my nipple to find that I was, actually, and I told him so. His fingers soon replaced mine, finding the hard nub. "Oh, there it is" he murmured, giving it a quick tug.

His mouth found mine, and soon his hand slid into my low cut shirt, cupping my breast. Together, we pushed my bra out of the way and bared my tits. His mouth suckled on a hard nipple, my lips sucking on his ear, while he milked me with his tongue and teeth. He paid attention to the other breast as well, sucking hard on it. leaving teeth marks I'm still viewing today.

I'll be seeing him again, I just don't know when. It won't be soon enough, certainly.

Yes, I know, it's been forever. And no, I actually haven't gotten any in the past month. I wish I could say I met a fabulous man who's kept me tied up, literally and figuratively, but...I haven't lied to you before and I won't start now!

There is a man, though, who hasn't left my head for the past week...

I wrote before about F, my first blow job. Well, I saw him last weekend. Immediately, there was a connection again. He's now divorced, and we spent most of the night talking and flirting with each other.

He checked out me out at one point, telling me I looked good and that it was a good thing I still had my ass. He slid in between my legs at a booth in the bar, wrapping one leg across his lap so that he could stroke it under the table. He nestled in between my arms and my chest and gave me all his attention.

He walked me to my car, and told me how comfortable he always feels with me, how he's always been interested and attracted but was married before, then recouping from that ending, and we live in different towns, but if the pieces fit, and he thinks they do...

Wow. That all took me by surprise. He has some events in the somewhat near future that he'd like me to accompany him to, and I agreed, and then, speech concluded...he kissed me.

I haven't been kissed like that in ages. Kisses that made my stomach weak, introduced butterflies to it, kisses that made me moan into his open mouth. His hands were in my hair, and it's a good thing, because I don't know that I could have continued standing without help.

I managed to gain enough sense to finally pull away, and as it was quite late and I was staying with people who were expecting me back, I refused the offer to go to his place. I laughed when he suggested we drive in my car somewhere, as I learned (as you have) that my small car is not very conducive to playing.

We've emailed a bit this week, and I'm thinking of driving to his down (an hour away) next Friday to surprise him at an event. I just...I can't get those kisses out of my head, and it's driving me nuts.