“Can I get you a glass of wine?” he asked.
“Sure,” I replied with a nod. He held up a bottle of red and I nodded again, glancing down at his butt as he poured. It looked firm, but not so big I’d classify it as a bubble butt.
“Here you go,” he said, handing me a glass and holding out his own so we could clink them together.
He took a sip, glancing into my eyes as he did, then set his glass down on the counter.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said.
I set my own glass down as he crossed the kitchen, then put his hands on my hips.
“Is this ok?” he asked.
Internally, I thought “it’d be better if you picked me up and pushed me down onto your counter,” but aloud, I just whispered, “yes.”
He closed his eyes and leaned towards me, pursing his lips, and I closed my eyes as his lips met mine.
He slipped his tongue into my mouth once or twice, but mostly used his lips to kiss me.
“Should we take this to the bedroom?” he asked.
Again, I just nodded. He took my hand and led me passed a pool table, a workout bench, and what looked to be an incredibly sturdy coffee table, all of which I looked at semi-longingly, before we made it to his bedroom.
He dimmed the lights, but I could still see that the comforter and pillowcases were beige, like the walls.
He turned and closed the door, then kissed me again lightly before leading me to the bed. He took his own shirt off and I followed suit. He took his pants off, and I shrugged as he bent down, taking my own off as well. I stepped towards him, leading with my black, lacy bra. It was been a while, and my nipples were in the lead. He looked down with a smile, and I pushed my chest out even further.
He reached his arm out and touched my hair, then trailed his hand down to my hand and led me to the bed. My chest dipped, a little crestfallen, as he hadn’t seemed to even notice it.
He pulled the sheets back and laid down, then pulled me down next to him and ran his hand down my hips.
“Ok, we can skip the boobs,” I thought. “Straight for the goodies.”
I lifted my pelvis so he could have better access to pull off my panties, but instead he just reached inside and began to massage my freshly-waxed, panty-covered area for a moment before gliding his finger inside.
“Are you ready?” he whispered into my ear.
“I guess?” I replied.
“Me too,” he said. He pulled the covers up and shifted as he worked his boxers down, and I got a glance of his butt as he leaned over to grab a condom from the nightstand. As he rolled it onto his penis, I pulled my underwear off, and then accepted another tongue-free kiss as he rolled on top of me.
His penis was decently-sized, and his rhythm was consistent. It felt okay, and I breathed enthusiastically along, trying to work with him as I tried to come up with songs that matched his beat. After two rounds of mental “Sexyback” and half of Zedd’s “The Middle,” he grunted loudly and then slowed his thrusting before kissing my neck and shifting his body to lie next to mine.
“How do you feel?” he asked.
“I’m okay,” I replied honestly.
He kissed my forehead, then pulled his boxers back on before walking into the bathroom.
I got dressed and waited for him in the kitchen.
“Can I get you a glass of water?” he asked as he entered the room, clothed in sweatpants and a t-shirt.
“I’m ok, it looks like my Uber is outside.”
“Oh, I would’ve ordered that for you,” he said.
“It’s ok.” I walked to the front door and he followed me outside. As we got to the sidewalk, a Prius approached and flashed its lights.
“This is me,” I said.
He opened the rear door, then kissed my forehead before I slid inside.
“It was great to meet you,” he said.
“Good to meet you too, Tom,” I said, then closed the door and waved as the Prius glided silently down the dark street.