Finally, some fun!!
So, the Olympics have started, and I, in a small minority, am apparently the only American who still gets excited about the "Us vs Them" mentality of the Olympics. I want the US to win every gold, just as an "in your face" kind of feel...but, more and more people are just like, "Well, I'll watch an event or two, if there's nothing else on."
So, the other night, with nothing else on, I get a random text from a mutual friend of a friend. She says she's bored and there's nothing but Olympics on tv. So, I say that's what I'm watching, and she asks to come over. Sure thing, I say, the more the merrier. She gets to my apartment in about a half hour, sweat pants and a t-shirt with a big jacket over it. At first, I'll admit, I thought this was a booty call sort of thing, even though we've never really talked much and have only hung out when our mutual friends threw a party or something, so when she showed up in sweats, I thought "Well hell, she really was that damn bored, I'm probably the last guy she called". So, we sit, I get some drinks and we're watching women's hockey (I'm a hockey nut, and it was that or figure skating). As it turns out, C (I won't reveal her real name) is a huge hockey fan, and that was why she called me, she also knows that I'm a huge hockey fan. On my facebook, I comment about how my teams are doing quite often. She's never made a single hockey comment, but she actually knew players and has been following the Stars pretty well, I was impressed. Again, my mind jumps to possible booty call.
As the game is getting toward the 3rd period, C says that she hates that it runs so late and she has to get up early for work (shit, there goes booty call), and we talk about what she does for a while. Then, when the conversation was about to lag, she put her hand on my thigh. Not upper thigh, no squeezing or anything, she just kind of put it there. I make no mention of it and just keep watching tv, but the lil' soldier started to perk up a bit. A few minutes into the third, she rubs my thigh a bit, and I look at her out of the corner of my eye. She slightly turns her head toward me, and I just say, "Well don't stop there."
Apparently, that was all she needed, because her hand slid right up to my cock, and immediately pulled open my jeans. I didn't even have time to register what was happening, and she was on her knees in front of me, taking me into her mouth. Now, I'm not a smooth operator by any means. I'm not an ass or anything, but I tend to be catagorized as a typical "nice guy" and so, without much blood flowing to my brain (it was all headed to the other head), I blurt out, "The game's coming back on." Immediately, I wonder why the hell I would say that, as if I wanted this girl to stop what she was doing to watch fucking hockey?? I mean, C is gorgeous, and truth be told, I have always considered her out of my league...severely out of my league. And to prove the point, she stops sucking and says, "Well, haven't you always wanted to get a blow job while watching hockey? Enjoy," and she went right back to work. My God, right there I thought I'd marry this girl.
When she finished, most of it spent with me watching her and rolling my head back to just enjoy it, quite possibly the best blow job I've ever gotten, she got up on the couch next to me and kissed me on the cheek. She said, "You taste good, better than most men," and I blushed. Ladies, just so you know, most guys don't know how to control the way they taste (and even if they did, it's not something we often think about), so I thanked her for the compliment but wasn't really sure what to say about that. Instead, I reached over and started rubbing her leg. She told me to hang on a second, and then excused herself to my bathroom. I heard running water, and then she came back and kissed me right on the mouth. Her breath was minty fresh. "I hope you don't mind, I used your toothbrush, I didn't see a spare one in there...oh, and I used your mouthwash, too," and she kissed me again. I thought, "This is a jackpot...we haven't even gone on a date and I'd marry this chick."
While making out, I let my hands roam all over her body, but when I got her sweats off (and everything else, save panties) she stopped me. I asked if she wanted me to return the favor (personally my favorite thing to do with sex), but she said that we couldn't, Aunt Flo was in town, and so I stopped pressing and we just fooled around a bit more. She started to rub me, and again, the soldier was saluting, and so she said, "Round Two, hope you're ready," and this time, she REALLY went to work. This one was even better than the last one, and just as I was getting ready to cum again, she pauses and goes, "Do you want to shoot it on my face?" and the way she said it was so innocent and non-chalant, like, "Do you want to watch a movie?", that I couldn't hold it back and started cumming right there, spraying at first all over her neck and upper chest, and she just pointed it at her face, laughing as I came, and she said, "I guess you do," and we both laughed.
When I finished, she got up and grabbed her clothes and ran into the bathroom (and I thought, damn, I needed to get my camera), but when she came back, she was cleaned up and dressed again. "Hockey game's over," she said, still standing instead of sitting next to me on the couch, so I see that she's ready to leave. I stand up and walk her to the door, saying it was great having her over and she says, "No shit, I was just bored, but that was a lot of fun. I never knew you had it in you," and we kissed (again, minty fresh breath). "I'll have to keep you in mind," she said as she walked off, and before ten minutes had passed, a text came over on my phone, "Seriously...we have to do that again, when's the next Olympics on tv?" and I said, "It's gonna last for 12 more days," and she responds, "Oh crap, I'm gonna be sore...I'll be over soon." C is supposed to come over tonight, and I have no idea what event we're going to watch, but i don't know that I'll be thinking about chanting USA while watching...well, whatever the hell Olympic event is on.
Now I kind of get why some people just aren't that much into the Olympics...sometimes, there really are better things to do!
So, the other night, with nothing else on, I get a random text from a mutual friend of a friend. She says she's bored and there's nothing but Olympics on tv. So, I say that's what I'm watching, and she asks to come over. Sure thing, I say, the more the merrier. She gets to my apartment in about a half hour, sweat pants and a t-shirt with a big jacket over it. At first, I'll admit, I thought this was a booty call sort of thing, even though we've never really talked much and have only hung out when our mutual friends threw a party or something, so when she showed up in sweats, I thought "Well hell, she really was that damn bored, I'm probably the last guy she called". So, we sit, I get some drinks and we're watching women's hockey (I'm a hockey nut, and it was that or figure skating). As it turns out, C (I won't reveal her real name) is a huge hockey fan, and that was why she called me, she also knows that I'm a huge hockey fan. On my facebook, I comment about how my teams are doing quite often. She's never made a single hockey comment, but she actually knew players and has been following the Stars pretty well, I was impressed. Again, my mind jumps to possible booty call.
As the game is getting toward the 3rd period, C says that she hates that it runs so late and she has to get up early for work (shit, there goes booty call), and we talk about what she does for a while. Then, when the conversation was about to lag, she put her hand on my thigh. Not upper thigh, no squeezing or anything, she just kind of put it there. I make no mention of it and just keep watching tv, but the lil' soldier started to perk up a bit. A few minutes into the third, she rubs my thigh a bit, and I look at her out of the corner of my eye. She slightly turns her head toward me, and I just say, "Well don't stop there."
Apparently, that was all she needed, because her hand slid right up to my cock, and immediately pulled open my jeans. I didn't even have time to register what was happening, and she was on her knees in front of me, taking me into her mouth. Now, I'm not a smooth operator by any means. I'm not an ass or anything, but I tend to be catagorized as a typical "nice guy" and so, without much blood flowing to my brain (it was all headed to the other head), I blurt out, "The game's coming back on." Immediately, I wonder why the hell I would say that, as if I wanted this girl to stop what she was doing to watch fucking hockey?? I mean, C is gorgeous, and truth be told, I have always considered her out of my league...severely out of my league. And to prove the point, she stops sucking and says, "Well, haven't you always wanted to get a blow job while watching hockey? Enjoy," and she went right back to work. My God, right there I thought I'd marry this girl.
When she finished, most of it spent with me watching her and rolling my head back to just enjoy it, quite possibly the best blow job I've ever gotten, she got up on the couch next to me and kissed me on the cheek. She said, "You taste good, better than most men," and I blushed. Ladies, just so you know, most guys don't know how to control the way they taste (and even if they did, it's not something we often think about), so I thanked her for the compliment but wasn't really sure what to say about that. Instead, I reached over and started rubbing her leg. She told me to hang on a second, and then excused herself to my bathroom. I heard running water, and then she came back and kissed me right on the mouth. Her breath was minty fresh. "I hope you don't mind, I used your toothbrush, I didn't see a spare one in there...oh, and I used your mouthwash, too," and she kissed me again. I thought, "This is a jackpot...we haven't even gone on a date and I'd marry this chick."
While making out, I let my hands roam all over her body, but when I got her sweats off (and everything else, save panties) she stopped me. I asked if she wanted me to return the favor (personally my favorite thing to do with sex), but she said that we couldn't, Aunt Flo was in town, and so I stopped pressing and we just fooled around a bit more. She started to rub me, and again, the soldier was saluting, and so she said, "Round Two, hope you're ready," and this time, she REALLY went to work. This one was even better than the last one, and just as I was getting ready to cum again, she pauses and goes, "Do you want to shoot it on my face?" and the way she said it was so innocent and non-chalant, like, "Do you want to watch a movie?", that I couldn't hold it back and started cumming right there, spraying at first all over her neck and upper chest, and she just pointed it at her face, laughing as I came, and she said, "I guess you do," and we both laughed.
When I finished, she got up and grabbed her clothes and ran into the bathroom (and I thought, damn, I needed to get my camera), but when she came back, she was cleaned up and dressed again. "Hockey game's over," she said, still standing instead of sitting next to me on the couch, so I see that she's ready to leave. I stand up and walk her to the door, saying it was great having her over and she says, "No shit, I was just bored, but that was a lot of fun. I never knew you had it in you," and we kissed (again, minty fresh breath). "I'll have to keep you in mind," she said as she walked off, and before ten minutes had passed, a text came over on my phone, "Seriously...we have to do that again, when's the next Olympics on tv?" and I said, "It's gonna last for 12 more days," and she responds, "Oh crap, I'm gonna be sore...I'll be over soon." C is supposed to come over tonight, and I have no idea what event we're going to watch, but i don't know that I'll be thinking about chanting USA while watching...well, whatever the hell Olympic event is on.
Now I kind of get why some people just aren't that much into the Olympics...sometimes, there really are better things to do!