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The Gentleman, Part Two
The Gentleman, Part Two A PERFECT FriendFinder-x Encounter, the PERFECT MAN The Gentleman Part Two by Rachael Jaime Saturday evening. My girlfriend had left and I was out of the shower. I was so nervous about tomorrow, but very excited. In the short time my new friend and I had been corresponding I had really fallen for his charm, sight unseen. I didn't care what he looked like. He had won me over with his intellect and Spirit, with just a sprinkle of sensuous sexuality. He seemed cultured and had travel experience (I like that. I have been all over the planet, pretty much). And he was articulate enough I didn't have to "dumb down" my messages to him (no offense meant to anyone). I didn't care what he did for a living either. I just liked him. We had been writing very often and now...tomorrow I was to meet him. My first time in a tryst with someone! In my last message to him Saturday night I told him how agonizingly slow the sands were trickling through the tiny neck of the hourglass and his metaphor was asking " Is it Sunday yet "? Now the time was nearing...two pm Sunday afternoon, " Tomorrow will NEVER come" I thought to myself and just as the 8 day clock announced the arrival of Sunday. I swallowed the lump in my throat and went to work on the house. My New friend was coming. I could not even think about going to sleep yet. I had gotten behind my schedule playing with my girlfriend. I was going in circles. I had laid out the clothes I wanted to wear for him five times so far. Morning broke with a startle when I realized the sun was coming up. "Oh, hell...Rachael, Crap!!" I said out loud to no one , then... "I better get done with this, Rocky"! Rocky the Flying squirrel sat up on his runway above me and threw a peanut down. "No you little BRAT" I scolded. The squirrel ran off and hid behind a picture frame. I sent a text to my friend asking him to not get in a hurry if he ran late and to drive careful. He lives a distance away from me. Ten o'clock now! Where had the time gone? I was in a tizzie and my nerves had me in butterflies. My friend had sent two photos of himself and I sat down to admire them. It was a bonus to discover he had modestly downplayed how dashing he was. Lucky me all that and handsome too. Now I was worried he might not like me. He might turn and leave shortly after his arrival. I was kinda unaware that he was thinking and feeling as I was too. I had boldly asked him what he planned on doing when first we meet? His reply was romantic. He would hold my hand and lock his gaze with mine then slowly pull me to him in an embrace and kiss me. God how I hoped he would! I encouraged him in a message on Friday to follow his heart and challenged him to live his fantasy (please, please, please). Oh, yes, I was quite ready and willing to surrender the "V" to him if he wanted me. I was ready. I was confident. I was frightened. As I got out of the shower my cell phone signaled me he was only 30 minutes out. I was visibly shaking now which was making it impossible to put eyeliner on. I was not going to be ready! "Oh Shit" I heard myself exclaim. The more I tried to hurry the worse attempts at doing my eyes became. Eyeliner wavy, mascara under my lashes and I forgot to use loose powder there so it would clean up easy, mascara smeared on the arch above my eye, lipstick off the liner..."Crap"! I prayed he would be just a little bit late. Finally I was finished the best I could do under duress. I had managed to clean up all the goofs on my face but was not happy with the artwork. No more time. I ran to the bed where my clothes were laid out and struggled into a waist cincher from hell, then garter belt,<b> thigh highs </font></b>and panties. "God, hurry up Bitch"! I cursed myself. I threw a nice sheer dress on and sat on the bed to hook the hosiery to the garter. Finally slipping on the bling and a last minute glance in the mirror to straighten my hair. Then I heard him pulling into my drive and I ran to the door to greet my knew friend. My mouth went dry and I tried to swallow, then stopped, stood up straight and fussed my dress into the right place. I took a deep breath and opened the door. There he was! In all his handsome splendor, thoughtful bottles of wine in his arm. His eyes were ablaze. "Hi, beautiful" he said to me. I invited him inside and he went to the kitchen to set his burden down. I was dizzy now and we made some small talk about his trip then walked into the living room. When I turned around he was standing some distance away. We gazed into each other's eyes, his were sparkling in the afternoon light. His smile was captivating. "Its really good to see you" I said , then added "you look great"! "So do you, Rachael" he replied. Then a moment of silence. I said "Are you going to kiss me"? "Yes" he stated and took three steps toward me and swept me up in a big hug. He was gentle and swayed me ever-so-slightly as our lips found each other for the first time. We started making out right there standing in the living room. I was aware of erotic little moans of pleasure involuntarily escaping my throat. His tongue seeking mine, our bodies pressed tightly together. His strong arms around me and firm hands exploring my body teasing and sensuous. I thought I would pass out. That he was a very well versed person in the art of love making became evident. Finally we broke our kiss and he asked if I would like a glass of wine to help relax me. "Yes, that would be nice, thank you". He went to open a bottle and I stayed back for a second to regain some composure then I went to join him. He poured me a glass of wine and then we made a toast to our new friendship, that it would endure. I looked at him over the rim of my glass as I sipped the wine. He was doing the same. Then he set his glass on the counter and said " You really are beautiful, Rachael" I can't remember what I started to say back to him as he reached for me and pulled me tightly to his body and once more our lips met. Still holding my wineglass I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him back passionately. His tongue met mine and I was lost in his love. Then I distantly heard something spill and ,disoriented, asked what it was that spilled. I was aware that my friend was saying "Your glass!" "What"? I still was coming back to earth and he said again "Your wine!!" Then I realized it had still been in my hand when I put them around his neck and during the course of his kissing me it slipped and spilled down the Gentleman's back soaking him. I suddenly regained myself and was so embarrassed! He was very even tempered about it but I could detected he struggled for a second to suppress any ire. He was quick though and he downplayed my goof expertly as we went back to the living room. He took a seat in a tall formal overstuffed chair and I on a love seat by a window. He was so casual. I was burning. We had conversation for a time then I asked him why he was sitting "way over there"? He immediately stood up and glass in hand slipped onto the seat next to me. He looked at me smiling. My pulse was up. My breathing was fast and deep. I could feel my erect nipples strain against the chiffon fabric of the sheer top I wore with each rise and fall of my chest He deftly summed up the girl at his side. Never breaking eye contact he set the wine down on the glass table to his right and moved to kiss me. As our lips met I heard myself let out some more of the passionate little moans of ecstatic pleasure. No more words were exchanged as we let ourselves surrender to Aphrodite ( Greek Goddess of Love). By now I had lost all reference to the space- time reference point and didn't care. Music was playing. My friend suggested we could lay on the floor and more comfortably listen to music and make out. I was all for that! I went to the bedroom and returned with some sheets and blankets and pillows. He helped me spread them and then laying upon them patted a place by his side which I gladly accepted and snuggled up hard against his body. I was smiling, happy, and really worked up. He was so cool and sophisticated but I could plainly feel his passion had risen hard. He pulled me tighter to his body and we began once again to make out. Oh, God I was very enamored. I worked by body up against his until his erection was pressing into me in the "right" spot. I couldn't help as my own body began to slowly and firmly respond in pleasure-driven undulation against his manhood. He was still methodically exploring my body, never missing a single erogenous zone and noting the areas I had responded to the most while kissing and he would go there again then search for others until his mental list was completed then he would start in sequence from the top of his list to the bottom . I was slightly aware the end point of his sequences were my breasts and nipples where he would linger a little longer each cycle. Then repeat his sequences with variables so each pass was different and new, like were time spent there, pressure, different kinds of touch or massage and his kisses (OMG< THOSE KISSES) and the finally was working my breast and nipples more erotic and intense each time. Yes he was keen to zero in on the most intense responses my body had signaled were at the breast play. Now he had them fully exposed and alternating his attention from my lips to my nipples. I was nearly ready to cum! I was moving in rhythm to the music, lost in passion. To say my Desire for him was overwhelming would be an UNDER statement. Ever heard of "out-of-body experiences? I could hear myself begging him to fuck me but at the same time I was struggling to get back into my body so I wouldn't miss anything. I was moaning softly and breathing into his ear as I worked my hands down between our bodies and started to feel him and explore his mysteries. I wanted him SO GOOD! (notice I avoided saying "so bad"- no curse out of MY mouth) He kissed me even harder, more intense than ever. I worked his big cock out of his clothes and was totally involved in feeling him, hot, smooth, pulsating...and growing! I couldn't wait. I looked him in his eyes and said "I want to suck your dick" in more of a demand than a request. Then I went down and played and explored him in satisfying oral delight. I played every trick I could think of and then some. I wanted it to last and was careful to slow it down when I felt orgasm response begin. Then work him back up close again then off. This eventually leads the man to very intense orgasm when he finally releases. But don't take him to "the brink" and deny release more than 5 times max or the opposite effect will slap you in the face. Three is safe, the last one you don't stop but slow down as the final signal is given and the point of no return has been breached. Then he realizes you are receptive this time and, well, "Thar She Blows". I slowed as the head expanded and felt his testicles violently contract in my cupping hands and I softly tickled them with my nails. I was letting his cock slip back up into my mouth from my throat and stopped there when I felt it coming and began swirling my tongue around the head and reversing to the other direction...three circles..stop..reverse...three circles..stop ...reverse, then tickling underneath it with butterfly kisses and gentle sucking as he came. I swallowed each load and then quickly repeated the same motions until the next and next..and next...and next.......and...one more, then slower to ...Oops another one! Ummmm. I was so very easy and gentle now as I knew he would be ultra sensitive after that much cum. I gently kissed it and licked away any escapees I could find. Then I took it out and looked him in his eyes as he recovered. I was so happy! I kept kissing his cock with soft, open kisses and squeezed out a little more cum, licking softly and kissing it away till he was squeaky clean. I gave it one last kiss then tucked it away in its safe place and crawled up to lay my head on my man's chest. I could hear the strong pounding of his heart and gave him a little medical exam and healthy heart report (couldn't help it I am in medicine). We lay there awhile enjoying the flow of Chi before we got up and went to get more wine. We chatted and played a bit drinking our wine and having fun. Then he lit another desire fire under me and I asked him if he wanted to come to bed with me. So off we went.. I am not going to tell anymore about the romantic fun we had tonight. I will say that I am still a Virgin though. But came VERY near with no actual penetration...damn it...! Explanation? My man is playing it slow to build anticipation and heighten passion (and it is working, too. I couldn't believe I was begging to be fucked, like, he was teasing me with his hard cock pressed to my ass between my cheeks! But he withheld the thrust that would have ended my Virginity. And I made him cum for me while teasing him back and masturbating and sucking his cock. He asked me to stop blowing him a bit and kiss him so I kissed his hard cock one more time them moved my body astride his loins on top. I bent down to meet his lips and we kissed long and hard. I found his cock with my hand and pushed it up to my ass as I sat down but I still had panties on. I masturbated him while riding cowgirl. His cock strained against the thin material of my panties. I lay my head on his chest and sexily breathed out the words "There is only less than a DAMNED MILLIMETER between your cock and my Virginity"!! I taunted him. I wanted to pull my panties aside and let him enter me! I reached back with my other hand, head still on his chest , other hand jacking him and guiding him to me. I pulled at the fabric and moved in little circles against the head of his throbbing hard dick. I started to press down then came up , realigned and sat against him again, pressing down and gyrating. He pulled my face toward him and kissed me so passionately! I felt the first swelling indicator my Babe was about to cum again... I held him with a firm grip and pounded my ass down hard to meet and receive the explosion of cum. The panties had slipped back in the way so I couldn't get it in me in time. I rode it out as sexy as I could for him to max his orgasm . I felt his hot cum splashing between the tight space between us, It felt good. He was cumming very hard and it really turned me on. As he slowed I slid down his body and took his cock in my mouth as he finished. Then I sexily played as I licked it all clean. I kissed Mr Cock and tucked him back into the PJ's then wiggled back up to be held. We stayed that way and fell asleep. I asked softly into his ear if I could hold Mr. Cock until we fell asleep. I was still holding his dick while we drifted off to sleep. He snored and I purred. ... a purrrrfect guy. a lttle aside...*my friend just text me as I am writing this. OMG! He really knows his way to a woman's heart. In just one paragraph he has my heart pounding in my breast and the butterflies are all stirred up in my tummy again As I was writing this we have confirmed another date. He is coming to see me on Saturday. I am excited and can't wait. I have a very sexy surprise ready for him I know will blow him away big smile -Rachael Jaime |
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