No Shows

Neither I nor my lover have patience for a lot of chatter. If I find a woman with whom I’d
Iike to play, I give her the rules of engagement and invite her to get naked and have some fun with me. My rules of engagement are simple: my guy is present to ensure my safety, and she shouldn’t expect to just be pleasured by me. I expect pleasure to be mutual.

Last week I invited an appealing woman to play with me. We also invited a couple with an appealing wife who wanted to have her first female experience. At the last moment, the woman contracted “food poisoning”, and the couple simply ghosted.

That wasn’t entirely surprising. It’s actually more the rule than the exception.

Nonetheless, I and my lover used our time together well. He picked me up at work, and we went to an elegant French restaurant where we enjoyed a long, romantic lunch surrounded by a majority of people speaking fluent French. That added to the moment, and, with some encouragements from my lover, I invited our very pretty serveuse to join us in enjoying our champagne and caviar. She was more than a little surprised, and, I sensed in her expression, no small measure of temptation to do so. Sadly, she declined, but I made a point of slipping her my number should she change her mind. She smiled, shyly, but took my number.

As our luncheon progressed, my lover slowly unzipped both the top and the bottom of my dress, offering a risque view to anyone who cared to look. We noted with satisfaction that several of the other diners took furtive and approving glances.

We returned to our hotel and I glided through the lobby with my dress still partially unzipped. On arrival at our room, I posed in the door, inviting my lover to ravage me as I knew he would, judging from the erection tenting his suit pants.

I didn’t have to wait. He ripped off my dress, and, to tease him further, I kneeled on the bed presenting my already dripping pussy to him. He grabbed me by the hips, bent me over the bed, and plunged his cock deep inside. I sighed with the pleasure of his penetration, and before long, I felt him tightly gripping my hips and thrusting with abandon, his swollen balls swinging forward to slap against my clitoris.

I love it when he simply abandons all pretense of restraint and allows his male lust to take over, grunting, panting, growling like a sexual animal and, I must admit, he provokes a similar response from me. After we shared multiple orgasms together, he fixed us a cocktail and I lay on the bed, savoring the warmth of the drink and the warmth of his semen seeping between my legs.

I sent our two no-shows a message: “A shame you didn’t show. A great deal of excellent sex was had without you.”

With that message sent, I proceeded to demand my lover fuck me several more times. I ended up lying prostrate on the bed, breathless and limp from our vigorous pleasures.