Five Condoms, 1 Fuck

If you've read the last post - and I know you have - you already know that I fooled around with a guy named Travis and had plans to see him again this past weekend.

We saw each other Friday and talked a little, but of nothing of great regard. Saturday was the wedding, and we exchanged some small talk prior to the ceremony. I started on the beer immediately after the ceremony, and managed to talk with Travis, standing next to him, my leg and body covertly pressed up against his, while we conversed with his dad. Again, though, nothing of importance was discussed.

Once at the reception, I again hit the bar. At some point, we went outside the hotel to smoke, and I rubbed up against him then. We kissed and fondled each other a bit before breaking apart, barely in time to escape being caught by his family. I knew then that it would be on with us that night.

Later in the night, we escaped to his hotel room for a smoke, which turned into barely half a cigarette between us and some more kissing and fondling. I asked him if he was going to fuck me that night, and he agreed, as we all knew he would. I straddled him on the bed and let him finger me until I came, wetting the bedspread and the back of my dress before we had to get back to the reception.

Later, it was so exciting sitting next to him in the bar, talking across the table with his mom, as his hand rubbed and caressed my leg. I loved the excitement, the danger, his touch. As the bar closed down, we made our plans, and he gave me a room key and told me to let myself in when the coast was clear.

I went back to my room and changed into my pajamas - a tank top and sweat pants, nothing very classy - and walked back to his room. He wasn't there yet, and I let myself in and lit up.

He came in mere minutes later, and let me know he had a few more things to do before we could get it on. He told me to make myself at home and he'd come for me soon.

I was near asleep, on my stomach, when he did come back. I peeled myself up from the bed as he stood behind me and ran his hands all over me. When I couldn't take it anymore, I turned to him and we began kissing.

His hands pulled my tank top off of me, and before he could start, I began taking his tux off. His cock, partially hard, peeked through the hole in his boxers, and the surprise tattoo on his arm only confirmed his sexiness.

He lay me back on the bed and climbed on top of me, kissing me passionately. He moved down to kiss my breasts and suck on them before tugging my pants off me, with his boxers following.

He climbed back on me, my legs spread around him, and began rubbing against my naked body. His fingers found my pussy and very quickly got me off, his words promising more of that throughout the night.

I sucked on his cock quite a bit, and when stroking him, was told to get 'rough' with it. When I told him I didn't want to hurt it, he told me I wouldn't, and showed me how he liked to be touched. I'm a good learner, and loved hearing his moans and seeing his body twitch. He never came in my mouth, however, as he had been drinking quite a bit for some time, and had problems getting and staying completely hard.

While I was disappointed with this, it also meant that he focused quite a bit on me, and got me off several times. Once he had a finger in my ass, fingers in my pussy, his tongue touching my clit, my legs in the air and around him, my head back, my mouth screaming 'FUCK' quite loudly while I squirted all over him.

I made him quit touching me after that, and we cuddled for a bit, his hands continuously stroking me, his mouth and tongue licking and keeping me turned on. He told me repeatedly how much he liked pleasing me, how he could do it all night, how he was just getting started with me, how easily I got off, how much he wanted to be deep inside me.

Much of the night is a blur, due both to the amount I drank beforehand, as well as the amount of time we spent fooling around. He got me of multiple times, causing several wet spots to drench the bed. We tried four times during the night and morning to fuck, including different positions and an attempt at anal, but the aforementioned problems he had only caused us to run through condoms. We were both disappointed, but as I said, I got off several times under his touch as a reward.

We finally gave up our fucking attempts for good around 6am and fell asleep. I woke up around 8:30, and my waking woke him. I realized his hard cock was poking my ass and began wiggling against it. He flipped me over and began teasing my clit with it. He grabbed the last condom and I helped slide it on him, pleased to find that his hard cock was much firmer and bigger than it ever had been during the night.

He slid his cock into me, missionary style, and I gasped as he filled me. My legs wrapped around him and I pulled him in deeper, loving how he felt. His arms supported him above me, and I urged him on, hearing him groan as he fucked me hard. I told him how good he felt as I squeezed his biceps and bit his neck, and we kissed often, passionate short kisses as he rutted against me.

He groaned once, long and loud, when he finally came, needing that release after our hours of foreplay.

I had to leave not long after that, and thanked him for the fun evening. He thanked me as well for the fun and told me I owed him about 15 such releases in exchange for all I got the night before.

I found bruises on my upper arm later that morning, and though I have no way of contacting him, I'm reasonably sure he's carrying some sex marks of his own. All in all, a pretty decent time.