The Second Date

It was Thursday May 20th 2010, I had just arrived at work to accept a delivery when I received a text message from Jepetal, we had been in contact for most of the week talking about a second date and she just text me out of the blue suggesting that we spend the day together, after I had finished work as we were both at work for only two hours that day...what are the chances?!
We arranged that she would meet me at work and we would go for lunch and decide from there what we would be doing. We eventually decided that we would go to the supermarket and grab something and then we went and ate by the fountain in the town centre, She had Sushi and I had a 'Southern Chicken Wrap' I had no idea which south on the map it was referring to but it tasted fine. We spoke about our days so far and and other interests on life and what we want to do with it. Jepetal was originally from London and studied fashion, she was her own boss as a fetish model and sold the clothes at suited events and private parties. Apparently very experimental in the bedroom as she got to try out and keep some of the products.
We were finally getting to know each other without the talk of the ex partners. Although it did creep in in small doses.
She told me about her family and how supportive they had been. She told me how she took after her Grandmother for her experimental ways. I tried not to touch on the subject of family, it's my own business so I side stepped slightly on  that topic.
I managed to finish my food first, there was not a competition but it was just as she did most of the talking and I was extremely hungry. She did point it out and seemed to eat quicker and as she, once again, started talking about her ex boyfriend, she suddenly stopped mid-sentence and said her food was bad but had no where to get rid of it. She was going to spit it out on to the floor but then it would be there for everyone to see and looking right back at us. There was a bin on my right, she was on my left, we had nothing to put the food in so, using only her mouth and ordering me to turn away, she hurled the food over me, aiming for the bin, she missed and it landed on the floor. She did warn me to lean forward, but later said she wanted me to look down and not the other way, either way it was not a big deal.
After lunch, we went for a drink so we found a place with a beer garden where the sun was directly on us. It was nice, relaxing and comfortable,. Once again we spoke about University and work but yet again it did not take long before what I was trying to avoid to pop up. It was tiring, I could not think of anything to say to stop hearing the same old stories such as

"Oh, ***** never did that...but I can't be dealing with it babe, I'm 27, not 20. I have had enough shit in my life and I can't be doing with these immature people. Do you know what I mean?"

I knew what she meant, we all have had our not so pleasant experiences with people but surely it may prove beneficial to not grill someone about it before you have even established what sort of relationship you want with them? It does not create the best impression.

We still needed to see if we like being around each other first before we started the teenage rebellion act...and I just could not be dealing with THIS.

We went for Ice Cream and made our way back to her house where we watched The Labyrinth followed by a session of kissing. It was like being a teenager again.

I enjoyed being in this ladies company, but eventually her ex would have to fade, I am not interested in filling other peoples shoes especially a 20 year old.

We attempted conversation again but eventually the inevitable happened, I could not deal with it any longer. All day, whenever we started a new conversation I was always optimistic about her not mentioning anything such as her ex or her age, along with how much more mature and worldly wise she is than mother nature herself (an exaggeration) but my optimism had given up. I felt I had delivered my brief, light hearted analysis on my last relationship perfectly, when conversation topic caused me to, once mentioned I then, let it go for I could elaborate more should this relationship progress plus everyone has different life experiences but that's all part of getting to know someone...gradually and not THAT much repeated information over two dates.

It was clear, she was not over the ex!

After the film had finished, I needed to get back...I just needed to get back. She did give me a lift right to my door, without mentioning the boy; we sat in the car for a little while talking about what we had planned for the rest of the day...still no mention of the boy, progress.
After our mini conversation, I got out of the car and walked into my house. I started thinking about what I was going to do, I could not deal with hearing the same old story, everything seemed to link back to him no matter what we spoke about...  I decided to give it one more chance.

The next day Friday May 21st 2010, I received a message from Dave. We had mentioned meeting again but I was thinking that was just talk. He wanted me to go around that night but I was going out, apparently it was fine

"come in and creep into bed."

It was not exactly the most stimulating thing to deal with at first as I was panicking over his door being unlocked while he was in bed, so I left early enough to ease my paranoia. It became a hotter idea when I saw how turned on he was by the mysterious aspect of it, it was a good night.
The next day (Saturday) we spent the day together. I do not know whether it was genuine choice or just laziness. We had a nice day together; cooking, followed by a movie, followed by some very good sex. It was fun and casual, good company without the heaviness, which is why we arranged the following Monday to have another "Film night" resulting in the same antics but this time on my back over the Kitchen Breakfast bar and then bent over one of the stools, he was so hard, the spontaneity of it clearly turned him on, I know it definitely had that effect on me.
The next day we had a morning fumble that led to the full works...in bed and not breakfast.
We met up again a few times that week before I realised I had not been in contact with Jepetal, so I very lazily sent her a text.
Before Jepetal, relationships had always felt like a burden but I assumed that I had just met the wrong girls. However, Jepetal had stated, from the beginning, that she wanted to take things slow and I was more than fine with that, but I could not deal with reliving her last relationship. We had spent a year trying to get the other one to realise how we felt and once we did then we needed to wait until we were both single, I should have been ecstatic but maybe all I was craving for was a bit of fun with a 'Fuck Buddy', someone there to scratch an itch who will not wear out their welcome once that relief is achieved.

The Return Of Jepetal Rapunzal Bloom Part 2

...I stood and knocked again, all the lights were on. I thought are there other people there? what if he lives with other people?
then a silhouette formed in the frosted glass, he appeared slim, and then the door opened...

"Hi, I'm Dave, come in"

It was clearly the same guy in the pictures... but fast forward a few years. He may have been wearing boot cut Jeans (probably from Next) and a green Super Dry T-Shirt but there was no way this guy was 38, not to sound ungrateful as he could not have been much older and at least he was not the complete opposite of what his profile had led me to believe. I walked in, his house had bland decor, once again I was confronted with a victim of beige and laminate flooring. The room was dim lit with a lamp underneath the stair case on an antique chest, but it lit the room up appropriately, everywhere looked like oak, apart from the laminate flooring there was no way that was anything special. His furniture was oak , his staircase looked oak, not including the carpet, and I kept thinking that his own chunk of wood had better be of the same making. If I have been lucky enough to get an antique then it had better be reliable!

I could not stop thinking how old this guy might have been, he looked so boyish in his pictures. I thought:

 get what you came for, get out and do not look back!

He asked me how I was and if I had, had a nice day. He asked in such a well spoken voice which contained just the right bass tone to it; not 'queenie' yet not so deep that the house felt like it would crumble down around us, it was tolerable, actually quite soothing. It did dawn on me that maybe he was not a local resident which was fine, but due to this voice, I realised that he could be... middle class; the furniture, the profile (he had apparently done some travelling), the wooden objects hanging on the walls and the pretentious artwork. Now I like art but it all seemed like he had picked the pieces to fit with the decor and I did find his wooden wall hangings interesting but I did not dare ask in case they had been picked up at Ikea and there was actually no story behind them so I let it be.

"Would you like a drink?"

he asked

"Yes Please"

I shyly responded

"What would you like?"

to cut the story short (slightly) I had Summer Fruits cordial, I thoroughly enjoyed it.
I was still stood around, I did not dare sit down, he did and asked me my favourite films and music, I mentioned Pan's Labyrinth for my film choice and Indie/Rock/Pop for music, he was accepting, he did not look like he was judging too much.

"Pan's Labyrinth? That's a good film, Spanish? Isn't it?"

He asked, I nearly told him that this was not the news and that we can just get down to it but I did not know how it would be received, first impression his personality seemed a bit wet and I did not know how to deal with it on a social level.

"So would you like to sit down, or would you like to go to the bedroom?"

he politely asked.

"we can go to the bedroom?"

I answered, albeit with a question as it was his house. He put his drink down and led the way with a slight wiggle as he walked up the stairs.

His bedroom was quite small, just enough room to walk down either side of the double bed. This room was mainly made up of Pine furniture but with an Oak bed. I feared that the Oak bed may carry the same connotation as a sports car with men past the age of 45, is this oak his Ferrari?

There was a painting on the wall, over the oak headboard, it was mainly red with an orange middle making up a picture, possibly of dawn over an ocean. It was OK on the eye but looked like something from the Wilkinson's home section.

His body language was quite wooden, as though he needed to be seen as 'sraight acting', he stood with his legs just over shoulder width apart and with his arms crossed to make it look casual, there was actually nothing casual about it. He took a step forward and tilted his head and leaned over to start the process with a kiss. The kiss was nice, this wooden puppet was much better when he relaxed and got on with something. He started undressing me as we kissed and then I went down on him, he still needed a bit of oiling. He was not huge, but average with a decent girth, a generous package I believe. We moved over to the bed where he returned the favour. He had a way with his hands, in fact he had a way with pretty much every part of his body when it came to this, although he did pull a couple of odd expressions. He seemed to ask permission a lot for example would I like to turn over, would I like to get on top, would I like to move on to the landing area and would I like to move to the conservatory as oppose to just ordering me to, it was as much his night as it was mine. I said yes to each question and so that's what we did and we did swap roles too.

The next morning I felt very distant towards him, this would be beneficial as I would probably never see the guy again. however, he was very hospitable, offering a wide range of morning refreshments including breakfast! To take a shower together would have been a nice cherry on the cake but breakfast was fine. We sat watching the news, he rambled on about some friend who lived in London and had not been responding to his texts, this was unimportant to me as I knew nothing about either side to give a useful opinion.

After the lazy conversation over breakfast, he finally gave me a lift home. The conversation in the car was just as painful as the previous one. I tried to give good answers but the attraction had waned. As the journey came to an end, he said

"Thanks for last night"

trying to appear in control of my actions I responded

"That's OK, I wouldn't have bothered if I didn't want to"

he then said

"We could do the same again sometime if you like?"

I agreed. I had no idea what had come over me, I found myself saying yes to a second meeting. As we said our 'see-you-laters', I thought, as I walked towards my door, maybe we could be back-up for when we need an itch scratching. Truth is I don't know why I had agreed to meeting again. I thought about Jepetal, I decided it could be all good during those early days so I figured I would keep my back-up in mind and contacted Jepetal to book our second date.

The Return of Jepetal Rapunzal Bloom Part 1

It was the early hours of May 8th 2010. I had just returned home from work and I got in and slumped in a chair, whilst still in my work clothes and checked Facebook, I hardly ever check Facebook. There was a message from Jepetal Rapunzal Bloom, I had not seen or spoken with this girl for a few months, The message read:

"Hey Babe, How are you?

I haven't seen you for a while, you still alive? lol.

I'm on holiday at the moment. Are you single yet?

We should go for a drink when I get back.

See you soon." 

I had assumed that we had given up on each other due to each others bad timing. I replied to the message informing her of my singular status and in agreeance to meeting for a drink.

Monday May 10th I arrived at work and there she sat as if she knew I was going to be there, it turned out she asked someone the day before when I was working next, but she was with a guy. I assumed it was a date so I acknowledged the couple with a casual greeting as I walked by.

As I was working I felt so nervous, I was shaking, I felt as though I was being watched. Next thing her friend had got up and left her unattended and she was already stood in front of me before I had chance to run and hide

"Alright babes? How you been?"

she asked

"oh, you know...working"

I lazily responded

"I'm single now and I have been thinking that now is my chance to speak to you properly. You are single now? That is what you said."

the truth was however; that I was sleeping with someone at the time but that wasn't going to go anywhere as neither of us would have cared if the other fell off the face of the earth, so why not take a chance on lust and see where it takes us.

She trilled

"OK so I will send you my number, and we can take it from there?"

she seemed very excited, she could not stop smiling. I could not help but wonder; was there something the matter with her or was she just not that fussy. Her friend came down as if they had dress rehearsed the whole thing and they left. It did put me in a very good mood for the rest of the day though.

That night I checked good old Facebook and just like she said, there was her number, right there in my inbox. I replied with my number first before using text as a social veil. That way she would know who is contacting her from the start.
She did not reply until the next day and from then she was very prompt with her texts and calls.
We would speak about the occasional time that she would come in and I would not realise her intentions.
We arranged to meet on Sunday May 16th 2010, I was so nervous, what does one wear when venturing on a date with a fetish model?
I opted for the safest option... formal trousers, a shirt and a blazer, so sort of a suit, but it had been thrown together as oppose to being bought as one whole outfit. I figured that she was not at work that night so she might appreciate a guy who can attempt an effort.
I met her at the door of her flat, very Romeo and Juliet, and from there we ventured to a cocktail bar. I could feel myself excited yet nervous, I could not stop shaking. I think she realised my anxiety but she dealt with it in the most polite and comforting way I have yet witnessed.
When we were in the bar we decided we would have cocktails, apparently it was mischievous of us. I did not concur but I ventured forth with this endeavour. I cannot remember what we ordered exactly apart from hers being some strawberry thing that tasty very nice.
Build up over and it was time for conversation. We spoke about work, which is always boring on your day off, surely? apparently not, but it was interesting to hear about her work.
The conversation drifted to university but mainly and quite swiftly to her ex-boyfriend. She could not stop speaking of him. I knew the guy, which is why we did not act on anything sooner, I kept trying to change the subject, even willing to talk about work but there was no stopping her.
As we moved on to another bar I found myself getting more and more tired of hearing about how much more more mature she was than him and his friends. She was going around in circles, telling me how she was 27 and could not be dealing with the "shit" in her life for she has had to deal with enough "shit" so far in those 27 years. I did not want to be the bearer of bad news so I did not tell her that 27 may not mean anything and that more of this "shit" may strike again. I figured it may have been just a phase and that she will get over him, but if she was going to make my ears bleed then she needed to suffer the same as I, so I tried telling here about my previous relationship and then I was cut off, with how she could relate to it with her last relationship, again ending with how she was 27 and did not need the "shit". As angry as I was becoming, I did think that all she needed was to ventilate, her last boyfriend was 21 so she clearly needed to make me aware she was not putting up with it again, however, as I feel I have outgrown such childish acts as name calling and not answering my phone intentionally, I think that I was made fully aware that this "shit" was not going to repeat itself, but surely in return, should I request to not hear about it? It is in the past after all.
We went some place with a dance floor, it was fun, but I felt  like I we had not had enough conversation about each other, all we had spoke about...correction; all I had, had to learn so far was one side about her last relationship.
I started talking about music, we were surrounded by it and I love music and everyone listens to it so I went crazy and threw caution to the wind! She liked a lot of 80's, which was good, she did like The Vengaboys which I was a little worried about but then we all have our faults...
As she started to dance, I was not in much of a dancing mood,

"Do you think I'm crazy?"

she asked

"Define crazy"

I answered, which apparently meant I did as I got

"you do, I am a bit, I don't care what people think, I'm just me"

which made me cringe, someone who has moaned not being able to deal with immaturity due to how 27 she was, seems to have a teenage rebellion look on life, OK so if she genuinely did not care what folk thought about this so called craziness of wanting to dance, she is out of control, etc then why spend so much time on a first date stressing that.

I walked her home after the outburst of so called crazy. The walk was splendid, very calm, relaxed, genuine. I said I would like to see her again and she agreed, then we stood looking at each other and she trilled

"I'm not going to kiss you tonight, I'm too scared and I want to take things slow"

I thought that was fine, perfect, she had not led me on, she explained. We did hug though, which was nice.
The next day, Monday May 17th 2010, we had been texting back and forth about seeing each other again, we agreed Thursday May 20th 2010 as definite but to keep each other posted if we happen to both be free at the same time, considering it took a year until our first date I made the joke of not being so confident which was well received. Then she told me that we could see other people, I was slightly devastated as she had not gotten to know me yet and due to all I had to put up with on the actual date, I thought she had some nerve but I agreed as it felt like a slight relief after my last relationship, the only thing that worried me was that if we see each other openly, like she suggested, then I am not willing to compete with other guys as something better may come along.
So after being enlightened I resigned to my trustworthy profile site, I had, had my eye on this guy for a couple of weeks, we had messaged each other and apparently he liked my look and as I saw him online, I messaged him and a whole conversation grew, resulting in him asking if I was free, I was scared. I had not been chatting to him for long although, we had exchanged some funny banter but he was already asking me to go over and the area he lived was somewhere I did not know of, I googled it and googled buses but decided I would get a taxi. I tried to arrange for another time but he was free then and so was I, so I thought why not bite the bullet. We exchanged numbers and he text me the number of his address when I text him that I was on his street. I was so nervous, in his pictures he was this, apparently, 38 year old handsome man. I was worried that the guy in the pictures would not be the same guy as the one that would greet me but still I walked up and knocked on the door...

(Part 2 next week)

Hard Times Come Good

Dean was a marketing manager, apparently, but that just made it all the more horny. A guy with a serious job who has to remain in a similar light to a saint but then turns into a beast outside of that.Another 'purchase' from the internet, no exchanging of money, we had been chatting about whereabouts  we were from, what we were into both in life and in the bedroom. In his pictures he was bulky, wearing a rugby shirt and some pictures showing him in a football kit. I was still to mention him wearing those!
We exchanged numbers and were texting back and fourth about what we could do to each other. We arranged what we would be wearing for each other too. We eventually decided he would wear briefs with either his football or rugby kit, as it was coming off after all.
The day we acted on anything, he had just finished work and text me, asking if I was free for sex. I was quite horny and invited him over. I was nervous, there was a man on my street, on his way to come and fulfill a need. It was exciting, I had visions of a rugby player coming around and forcing me down, throwing me around just like in a tackle.
He stood on my door step in grey fitting trousers, a smoothly ironed shirt underneath a long coat, very sophisticated aesthetic, He did not know it yet but that needed to go out of the window as this was going to tire us out. He ventured in quite casually and walked into the bedroom, he placed down his belongings and walked into the bathroom to change into his rugby gear, I had lay myself on the bed waiting as he was going to be undressing me.
He emerged as this big rugby player, however the shorts were too baggy so I had to lend him a pair of mine as they would have been tighter. I wanted to see and feel the line of his briefs as his body lay on mine. He walked over too the bed, grabbed my ankles and pulled me towards him, leaning over to kiss. Holding my hands down on the bed, above my head he then moved to my neck, I was trembling, shaking ridiculously as he lifted his firm body off mine, he slowly took of my t-shirt off and started to pull down my shorts, revealing my underwear which he left on in order to tease me through the red nylon fabric.
He used his mouth, he was very good with his mouth. His tongue was very rapid but at the right pace, flicking my balls and moving back up to my penis, flicking the tip and then sliding across the fabric, revealing my penis through the leg opening of my briefs, he then took me in his mouth. I was going out of my mind, Dean's technique was very good and clearly well practiced; his lips were very attentive to the area, the way they gripped and curled and his tongue caressed the tip very smoothly not missing anywhere at all. He looked as though he was enjoying himself and I most certainly was. He would give eye contact occasionally with that firm, dirty look that suggested it was going to get hotter and then he said

"do you like that?"

"Yeah"

I sighed, then he asked

"yeah?"

He then increased the pace, I was so wet from his mouth and he was sliding his hand rapidly up and down, catching the tip with this lubricated hand that I nearly came. I pulled him up towards me so I could return the favour. He was was so hard, he either had a lot of restraint or he had just trained himself up to last longer. He eventually pulled out pulled me towards him, pulling down his briefs and wrapped himself up and then inserted this hard member. It felt nice for a start, quite slow and then he really went for it asking me again if I liked it with the added question "Harder?", obviously the green light was given but he slowed down more and asked me again "Harder?". My answer was still the same and he then pushed my body down, holding both my arms firmly by my sides and he did as he was told.

I was excited by it the way he told me what to do, in some cases he just pushed or pulled me around into the position he wanted like I was a toy. The questioning became more exciting, he had me with my back to him and he had built up the pace when he withdrew, inserting and withdrawing with each question he asked:

"what do you want me to do?"

I said

"F*** ME!"

his response

"I don't think you want it enough"

I pulled him closer but he pulled back. Then with one hand around my neck and one on my waist, he inserted himself again.

"like this?"

He asked

"Harder!"

I yelped and I was then ordered to

"TAKE IT!"

 and that's exactly what I did. He was almost bordering on a caveman! He was rough but not too rough, he met me halfway with what we both wanted out of the situation.

After the finale, I felt liberated, I had no idea it was going to be like that luckily I had approached the situation with no expectation whatsoever, I think it worked well.  

To be continued...