A Prolific Weekend
There’s quite nothing like starting the day off with a good blowjob. Somehow, no matter what happens from there on out, it’s going to be a great day. Of course, seeing the giver of said blowjob suddenly jump out of bed and run to the sink to spit out the load you just left in her mouth suddenly brings reality crashing back to the forefront of your thoughts; well, maybe for a second, anyway.
Carrie is definitely out. She left me a couple messages last week, but I haven’t spoken to her since the last time I saw her. That leaves TheSister’sFriend and Giggles. TheSister’sFriend is going to be the next cut, for sure. I’m supposed to have lunch with her today and it may very well be the last time I see her. The pain-in-the-ass factor is just too high to justify keeping her around. As for Giggles, things seem to be going pretty well with her, but I fear they may be moving just a little too quickly toward the relationship realm.
Friday night, we’d planned on getting together to make dinner at my place. When she asked what she needed to bring with her, I told her to just pack her toothbrush. She showed up in the late evening and looked amazing. She was wearing a black skirt and heels, a white short-sleeve blouse, partially unbuttoned to provide a hint of cleavage, and a small pendant necklace that helped to further shift attention in the direction of her breasts. Her hair was pulled up and back, allowing the clean, unframed exposure of her facial features. And they certainly were in great form that night; long eyelashes surrounded her clear, green eyes, her gloss-covered lips glistened and parted to flash an all-knowing smile. Forget dinner, I was ready for dessert!
I played it cool, though, and we chatted for a bit before sitting down for a nice meal that included plenty of flirtatious banter. The entire time we were eating, I couldn’t help but steal the occasional glance below her neckline; the siren song of her breasts was irresistible. When she began to rub her foot along my calf underneath the table, I suddenly found the ability to maintain cognizant conversation, trying. Hell, between the wine and the intoxication of staring at her across the table, I was lucky to even remember my own name.
After dinner, we retreated to the couch for a bit to sit back, listen to some music and enjoy a little more wine; not to mention, tear each other’s clothes off. Perhaps that’s overstated a bit. The couch was more of a high school make out session; light and playful. It was when we made our way into the bedroom that things really heated up.
Being that this was our entertainment for the night, we took a lot of time to just enjoy the moment; certainly not a wham-bam-thank you-ma’am affair. I can’t say I didn’t mind taking things slow, though, as it allowed me to get rather familiar with her body. And, Giggles really has quite the body. She’s about 5’3”, 105 lbs, with good-sized breasts for her frame, nice, lean legs and a great little ass. Pleasing from any angle and very tossable. I was also pleased to discover that her undergarments were just as sexy as her outer clothes. She was wearing a sheer bra that playfully displayed her perky nipples as they strained against the fabric. Completing the ensemble was a matching, sheer, G-string. Not to be outdone by the bra, it too showcased what little skin it was covering and its seams neatly framed a perfectly trimmed landing strip. She looked so hot and suddenly, I felt as though I was faced with the proverbial “have my cake or eat it” scenario; not one to starve myself of pleasure, I chose to eat.
We repeated the carnal pleasures of Friday night multiple times over the course of the weekend. It wasn’t really something I was hoping for, but she ended up overnighting on Saturday night as well. This is when I started to worry that I may be getting in too deep, too soon. So far, though, the sex has been pretty good. Not quite mind-blowing, heroin good, but very enjoyable, for sure. I think it will continue to get much better, however, so I’m willing to stick around and find out.
