Dessert before Dinner

I hate the lights above the tables at the restaurant we are at. But I like how the tables are set up. If you take a table for two, you must sit next to the person. That means my hand can reach his cock.

As the waitress tells us the specials for today, I'm rubbing him off. I can hear his breathing getting heavier, and she hasn't even asked for our drink order. He grabs my hand and holds it still as he tells her what to bring us to drink. He then goes ahead and places our order.

I like when a man places my order. It shows a sense of confidence. He is saying he knows what I like, and he is prepared to give me what I want.

As the waitress walks away, he brings my hand above the table.

"You need to stop. I'm not going to be able to control myself much longer."
"You say that like it's a bad thing."
"What if I slid my finger inside your pussy right now, wouldn't you be embarrassed about what was going on, knowing someone might notice?"
"Nope." I forget that he doesn't realize just how naughty I can be. He is tempted to test me; I can see it in his eyes. I pull his hand back under the table, and instead of reaching toward him, I show him that my legs are spread apart. I guide his hand under my skirt....glad I wore the short one tonight...and I dare him.

His fingers timidly start flicking my clit. As I smile at the waitress when she brings our drinks, he tries to pull away, but I clench my legs so that his hand is stuck. He starts to get into the game, and his shy motions become more playful.

I feel his middle finger push the fabric of my panties aside. He then slides his finger inside me. His palm is against my clit as moves his finger in and out. The excitement of knowing that we are in public, and that this is the first time he has ever done anything like this, gets to me. I know that this is going to be quick.

Now it is my breathing that is labored as the waitress brings our salads. She eyes me suspiciously as she puts them down in front of us. I smile, daring her to question me. Her face turns red, and she hurries away. I cross my hands on the table, and close my eyes. He laughs and whispers in my ear that it looks like I'm praying. I tell him I'm thinking about God...but more in an Oh God kinda' way...he laughs at this, and starts rubbing harder. I can feel myself getting ready...the trick will be to not make a noise...I bite my lip...and...there...he stares at me.

I politely excuse myself, and walk to the bathroom. I know he thinks I'm going to clean myself up, but I'm not. I plan on sitting in the juices that pooled inside my panties all through dinner. And then when we get done, we won't make it back to my house...or his...I plan on showing him the fruits of his labor, and collecting some fruit of my own before we even get to the highway.

Danke schön! - Nein!!!

He was completely German. I imagine him standing listening to a Nazi officer talk about the Aryan race. He was 6 foot 4 inches. ..a solid 250 pounds...blond hair...blue eyes...barely spoke English.

I met him at a dance club. I hate going to those damn places. After about an hour of dancing my knees were shot. I was sitting at the bar when he approached me. In his broken English he asked if I wanted a drink. I looked him up and down.

"No, I want to leave." He asked me to show him the skyline. I laughed, it was 1:30 a.m. We ended up at a city park around 4:30 a.m. to watch the sunrise over the city.

As we sat in the bed of my truck, he pressed his lips against mine. It was clumsy, but hell, I didn't mind. It was human touch. His big hands cupped my tits. His coarse fingers twisted my nipples. As his mouth devoured me, his hand slid down the front of my jeans. I lay back to make the access easier. And damn if there wasn't a rock underneath the blanket.

"Stop, hold on," I panted, as I pushed him off of me. I reached under the blanket to get the rock. after I chucked it over the side of the truck, I turned back toward him. He was gone. I looked around, and he was climbing into the front seat.

"What are you doing?" I asked impatiently.
"I understand..you say no..I stop." I spent 10 minutes trying to explain about the rock, but his broken understanding of the English language stopped all communication. I tried to initiate the kissing again, but he pulled away.

I finally gave up. I took him back to his friend's apartment. I went home, completely frustrated. What would help get rid of this frustration? Luckily for me, I had just purchased a Thunder Vibe from a toy party I had went to the week before.

I wasn't frustrated after that...but I think I will stick to English boys from now on.

Let's See What Ya Got

"If I told u I needed to be fucked hard enough to forget reality for a while, what would you say?" I sent the message.
"Be here before midnight." I made it there with fifteen minutes to spare.
"Are you okay," he asked me. I stopped in my tracks..."I did not come here for conversation." I grabbed the back of his head and kissed him. "You promised to make me forget." He pushed me into the bedroom and grabbed at my shirt. I heard a rip as he pulled it over my head. My bra clasped in the front and he popped the hook. He grabbed my nipples between his teeth and clamped down.
I grabbed the drawstrings of his pajama pants and yanked. The pants puddled at his feet...the same as my skirt...the same as me. I hungrily took his cock in my mouth. My tongue ran up and down the length of it. I feasted as though it was the Popsicle I had ate from the ice cream truck earlier that evening.
After a few minutes, he roughly pulled me up and pushed me back onto the bed. His mouth sucked at my nipples as his hand played with my pussy. I was already wet, and didn't need any further coaching, but he wouldn't stop until I came. And came I did. Then he covered his body with mine. I felt his dick enter me just as I finished coming.
Within minutes I was ready again...but this time he would drag it out. Just as I reached that moment...he'd switch positions or angles. I begged him to finish me...and he laughed.
The longer he teased, the more emotional I got.
Finally he picked my legs up and held them over his shoulders. "Harder!" I begged. He pushed. "Harder!" I cried. He rammed. "Harder!" I screamed as he slammed into my soaking pussy. I let go with a scream as he let go with a groan.
He lay on the bed next to me. When he tried to put his arm around me, I climbed out of bed. "Where are you going?" he asked.
I put my clothes on and walked into the kitchen. He followed, questioning my destination. I walked to the back door and turned. With a kiss on the cheek, I smiled sadly. "Thanks for helping me get through tonight. Maybe I'll see you after the funeral Thursday."
I heard the door shut as I climbed into my car. With tears in my eyes, I drove home.

Meaningless Sex

Okay, so Blane wants me to come out and see him. Not a problem right? You'd think that except I have some things going on in my personal life that is making me rethink the concept of meaningless sex.

So here's my question for everyone reading this. What is your definition of meaningless sex? And can you sleep with someone 8 years ago, have them remember things about you during those 8 years that you did not see each other, and then sleep with them now, and still call it meaningless sex?

My girlfriend says no. She claims there has to be some meaning...not necessarily love...because everyone knows Blane and I are not about love...but something. I told her sexual attraction is not a meaningful feeling.

So what makes sex meaningless, and what makes sex meaningful? Leave me your comments or send me an email. If I get some good answers, I'll post them later this week.