Monday, February 9, 2015

The Ideal Encounter

I enjoy the art of seduction. Yes wam bam thank you mam can be fun. But I find the most pleasure when anticipation, seduction, and sexual tension are involved. Those ingredients were well present in the meeting with this lovely east coast couple.

Last year I interacted online with a couple we’ll name “Sam” and “Sarah.” Sarah and I exchanged numbers and we would send each other naughty text. We soon made plans to meet. SS however lived several states away and though I was willing to travel we could never seem to coordinate our schedule. It was particularly difficult because SS just had their first child and understandably play time was just not as much of a priority. Thus although we kept in touch our interactions soon dwindled to none.

Fast forward a few months and I had not heard from Sarah in some time. To my surprise one day she sent me a message informing me that her and her husband will be traveling to the same location that I was. I had indicated my traveling plans on my online profile and by coincidence her husband was traveling there for work. It seemed alas that the elusive fantasy of meeting would soon come to fruition. There was only one problem, she had contacted me so close to the trip that I had already booked myself with plans.

I’d already purchase tickets to some events and really didn’t have the time for an impromptu meeting. I informed her of the dilemma and assured her I would do my best to make some time, but that just in case we are unable to meet I could travel to them later. Now that their infant is a little older they are able to indulge in some fun again. We agreed to at least attempt to have a quick drink during the day.

And that’s how it came to be that around noon on a Saturday I find myself at a hotel bar waiting for Sam and Sarah to arrive. I ordered myself a drink and enjoy one of  my favorite moments in this lifestyle. Despite this lifestyle being obviously about sex, it’s not the main appeal to me. I actually enjoy the entire process, the initial contact, the flirting, the build up. Waiting at the bar waiting for the arrival of a date is such a joyous moment in time, filled with anticipation, curiosity, and butterflies. It’s a feeling that’s frankly addictive to me.
Soon after I noticed Sarah and Sam. You’re never quite sure how people will be in real life and if they live up to the image of their digital self. Sarah certainly did, she looked even better than her pictures, which is high praise considering that her pics are magnificent. She was dressed down with jeans and a top, it was midday after all, yet she was still very pretty. I can only imagine how striking she is when she dolls herself for a night on the town. Sam was taller than I expected. We embraced, sat down and commenced the getting to know you part.

Both Sam and Sarah were pleasant and genuine. The conversation flowed effortlessly between lifestyle and personal inquiries. When meeting a couple for the first time I like to err on the side of caution so as not to come off too pushy. I didn't make any overt moves on her besides occasionally touching her knees as we spoke. She did the same and as the conversation and drinks flowed I was astutely aware that her hands were now resting on my thighs. Her own legs were crossed so that her ankle was towards me. I grabbed it and ran my hands up and down her calf while the three of us continued speaking.

I then excuse myself to the bathroom, which is a tactic I always use. For one I did need to go, you don’t buy drinks you rent them. But the real purpose is to provide the couple with privacy to discuss their intentions with each other. Upon returning Sam soon excused himself and disappeared. Sarah explained that he was getting the room ready and asked if I would be interested in joining them.

I knew I was short on time but the opportunity of playing with this gorgeous woman who I had been communicating with for a year was too tempting to pass. I paid our bill and hand in hand we made our way. I always wonder what the bartenders think in those scenarios, she came in Sam’s hand hand and was now leaving in mine's :).

At the hotel suite we began kissing passionately. Oh how I enjoyed kissing her, she was good at it. I could taste the remnants of the mimosas she had earlier as our tongues wrestled. Naturally hands started to roam, and being an ass man mine rested on her backside as I held her close to me. Next we took turns removing each others shirts. She rested her hands on my pecs as we continued the make out session. I then kissed her ears, neck, breast and slowly made my way down to  her navel. As I kneeled in front of her I unzipped her pants and removed them. After some kissing of her hips and thighs I nudge her  around and bent her over the couch.

She straddled the couch while I knelt behind her. It was a pleasant view having this pretty lady in such a tantalizing position.  I observed her with approval. Her body was petite yet feminine with soft curves. She had colorful tattoos on her lower back and hips that made for a delightful contrast to her fair skin. Her long Jet black hair rested on her shoulders and her perky nipples were pierced with jewelry.  The mental image of Sarah in that position is one that I've revisited many times since.

I kissed her lower back, butt cheeks and thighs. I enjoy kissing a woman all over, not just her mouth and clit. I would have preferred to have spent much longer exploring her body with my tongue had I had the time.  

Still kneeling behind her I grabbed two handfuls of perky butt and spread her apart.  I could see that she was wet and I wasted no time licking, kissing, and sucking her. It turned me on hearing her purr in extacy. I turned her around so that she was laying on her back.  After giving her a kiss on the mouth I resumed my previous task of sucking her clit and lapping the tumbling juices.

I stood up, she wasted no time putting me in her mouth while I stroke her clit and lick her juices off my fingers.  At this point Sam cam in the room. Seeing her he smiled  and made a quip about how she tastes.  I nodded in approval.

We layed on the couch and continued our foreplay as Sam watches. A few minutes later I became aware that I had lost my erection. Had this been earlier in the lifestyle I probably would have panicked.  But having been in this scene for so long I'm well aware that the penis has a mind of its own. We continued kissing and foreplay and soon enough I was back in business.   
I laid on top of her, wrapped her legs around me and inserted myself into her waiting wet opening.

There are times when moments become surreal, this was one of them. Due to allergic sensitivities I could not use the sensitive latex condoms I am used to and had to use one Sam provided. Due to this fact the actual penile sensation was diminished, but that didn't make the encounter less fun.  To be on top of this pretty woman, in this grand suite with a beautiful view of the city as our backdrop, that’s a pleasure.  What a thrill to look down at her facial features as she moans, gasp, bites her lips, squints her eyes and clenches the sheets. And what a thrill it was to see Sam on the side, clearly enjoying his wife being enjoyed, this is what the lifestyle is all about.

At the end of the day sex is sex, and if that’s the only goal there are numerous ways a single,successful and, I’d like to believe, handsome man can get it. Why I still dabble in the lifestyle is precisely the type of interaction I had with these two. It’s a euphoria that’s unmatched when several people have a chemistry that transcends norms and taboos and connects sexually. And it’s quite a high for me to be the provider of pleasure and make fantasy a reality to a loving couple. And it’s humbling to find myself intertwined in their bonding experience, knowing that in a very minute way I played a small part in providing joy in their relationship. Perhaps you may feel I am romanticizing what is essentially a carnal act, but I’d like to think it’s deeper than that. And it’s those deep lifestyle connections are what I enjoy.

And how this my session end with Sarah? She sucked me off and I blew a load on her face while her husband records. A sensual encounter doesn't mean it can’t be raw and crass :).

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