Half an Hour and a Sofa

Yesterday turned out not at all like I expected it to, or like anyone expected it to...but not badly. I had a lunch date with Aiden again, this time at a cute little Vietnamese restaurant on the top side of the street. There was as much cuddling and cuteness as there was eating.

"I can see you being a very easy woman to fall for," he said. I smiled, thinking that I would say the same about him. I can never seem to actually open my mouth and say these things, though. I'm so shy sometimes.

He went back to work for a few hours, then called me when he was done for the day. I told him to meet me in the next town over from my house, in the same parking lot where we pulled over at two o'clock in the morning a couple of weeks ago and had our first real taste of each other. I beat him there by quite a few minutes, since my drive is less than three minutes in length, and talked to my mom on the phone while I waited for him. I agreed to go up and visit her that evening, then hung up. Aiden arrived a couple of minutes later.

I'd already informed him on the phone that I was going to take him back to my house, so he followed me there. I didn't have any particularly dark intentions, honestly...since we didn't have much time, I figured we would sit on the couch and talk and make out. It was almost five o'clock, and Kevin leaves work at five-thirty, so there was no way we could steal extra time.

The road to hell, as they say...you know, good intentions and all.

Aiden threw me down on the couch and we started kissing passionately, our hands free to roam, knowing there wasn't a street full of people watching us. He pulled up my shirt, and I was reminded momentarily of the last time I had my nipples licked, the other night with Kevin, when I had pushed him off me in disgust. But before my mind could get any farther with its worries, I felt Aiden's tongue and I melted. I'm a fairly quiet sort in bed, at least during foreplay, but I found myself moaning involuntarily. I haven't been that aroused in a long time.

"May I lick your pussy?" he asked with a playful smile, and I said yes. He pulled my enormous bondage pants down to my knees, pushed my ankles over my head, and kneeled on the floor in front of me. Now, while I do enjoy oral in the right situation, it does almost nothing for me in terms of approaching an orgasm. My ex-girlfriend got me to come with just her tongue once, years ago, and it hasn't been done since. Actually, I pretty much refuse to receive oral these days, since I don't like Kevin's technique and don't know how to correct him.

All I can say about Aiden's style is this: he's got skill. Not just skill, but enthusiasm. I didn't reach climax, mostly because I was too nervous about being in my own house with him so late in the day, but I think that in the future there's a good possibility for it. He looked so content with his face between my legs that I didn't feel too awkward, and he seemed to know just what to do with his tongue - fast, light, not too pushy. I rolled my head back and enjoyed myself thoroughly for a few minutes.

As he leaned back for a moment to pull his long hair out of the way, I sat forward and pulled him into a kiss, savoring the taste of my own juices on his face and on his tongue. There are few things I find sexier than licking myself off of my partner's lips.

"I take it you like my work?" he asked.

"Very much." I pushed him onto the other side of the couch, undoing his jeans one-handed and sliding them down. I already knew his cock was larger than the average, but all I could think when I finally saw it was porn star. Feeling it through his pants didn't do it any kind of justice; he wasn't bragging in the least.

I got down on my knees, pushing my laptop computer awkwardly out of the way as I failed to notice it was underneath me, kneeled on it, and nearly cracked the screen. I laughed at my own clumsiness, then wet my tongue and ran it gently along the underside of his huge cock. I'm much more comfortable being on my knees for my partner than vice versa - submissive, remember? - and I happily got to work with my teasing. I had never sucked a cock even close to that size; I could barely fit him in my mouth, and when I did, the thought of breaking my jaw didn't seem so far out of reality.

"Better or worse than you expected?" he asked.

"Good," I said, and stuffed my mouth full again.

I didn't mind the pain in the least. Licking and teasing and sucking, I alternated between closing my eyes for better concentration and opening them to watch the beautiful expressions on his face. His head lolled back on the sofa, then came up again so he could watch me, his eyes half-closed in ecstasy. I could have watched him all day and night as he tried to keep contol, his hair set free and flowing down around his face and shoulders.

It was a good thing he had thought to set an alarm on his phone; it sounded while I was lost in my duty of pleasure, and I reluctantly got off the floor and put myself back together, while he did the same.

"You watch yourself," he whispered in my ear, pulling me into a hug, "I might just slide into you..."

I shook my head, grinning. "I have to leave you waiting for something, don't I? Otherwise I wouldn't be living up to my name of Tease."

He reluctantly agreed, and we prodded each other back into our jackets and boots and headed outside. I locked the door behind me and jumped in the car, not wanting to still be there when Kevin returned. Aiden followed me back to the main road, but turned the wrong way and kept following me when I headed north. I stopped, and he stopped behind me and came up to my window.

"You're a brat," he said with the sort of grin that threatens punishment to the naughty.

"I know," I said smugly. We made plans for him to pick me up at the bus stop in the morning, then went our separate ways. It was about three minutes later that I heard Kevin calling me on the radio. I responded, told him I was going to my mom's house for the evening, then signed off when the signal died and cranked the music.

For the first hour of the drive, I couldn't keep my hand away from my face. I hadn't had a chance to wash it before I ran out the door, and its smell was a wonderful combination of his sex and mine. I bit my lip, wishing there had been time for more, but also enjoying the frustration. I may be Tease, but I love to be teased even more.