Starting the Summer with a Bang...or Two
2006-07-05 @ 5:12 p.m.

On Sunday I did a complete slut-out.

Chris got off work (night shift) and came by around 8:45 AM. He was in uniform. My god, he looked hot! Broad shoulders, sinewy arms all packed neatly into a police uniform. I ask you, is there anything not to love?

I had a lazy morning and was in shorts and a tee-shirt. Needless to say, we went straight to the bedroom. We stood for awhile, kissing, so I could run my hands over the hard contour of his chest and shoulders. Yummy. Then, I slowly undid his shirt buttons and slipped the shirt off.

Chris has a wondeful chest, muscular with the perfect amount of chest hair. Not too much, but enough to let you know he's a man.

Then he did a move that always leaves me breathless. He reached an arm around my waist and pulled me up against him. Sometimes it's great to be man-handled, wrapped up tight in strong arms.

"Rough night," I asked.

"Busy." Every holiday weekend seems to bring out the assholes.

"Time to relax," I said. His cock bulged against me. I reached down. "You feel ready to relax."

Chris took my face in his hands and kissed me slowly. His kiss was full of self-confidence. That made me hot and wet. There's nothing quite as attractive as a self-confident man.

I slipped his pants off and had him recline on my bed. His thick, long cock was fully erect and his balls felt swollen. I sucked the former and massaged the latter, much to his enjoyment. A few times he asked me to stop. "You're going to make me cum," he said, "and I don't want to this soon."

"Well, what would you like me to do for you?"

Chris blushed. It was the cutest thing. "Come on," I said. "You won't get your wish if you're too afraid to ask."

He laughed and shook his head. He acted so embarrassed but I kept asking. Finally he said, "I think it would be hot if you touched yourself." Then, he let out a nervous laugh, like I might laugh at him.

I stared at him and spread my legs. I reached down and inserted a finger into my pussy. "Like this?"

"Yeah, like that."

I masturbated for Chris, occasionally tasting myself or offering him a taste.

"Do you want to see me cum?"

"Oh, yes...yes I would!"

It took a few minutes but I was able to climax. At first I thought I wouldn't be able to cum. Then I wondered if I'd have to fake it. I didn't want to do that. I wanted to make myself cum for Chris. But, it worked out. He enjoyed it immensely and thanked me profusely.

I made note of this before: Chris had been married, briefly, a few years ago. He went through a nasty divorce (no children but I guess she put the screws to him on a number of things). She's remarried now. He once described her as a female Jerry Falwell. He didn't mean looks either. She was pretty but became over-the-edge religious etc. Of course, there's two sides to every story so I don't want to rag on the ex too much.

Anyway, she did absolutely nothing for him in the bedroom. No head, no dirty talk, nothing but straight old missionary position. Any suggestion of anything "different" was met with a derisive snarl. They had married young and before that, he had minimal experience with girls. So, anything slightly unorthodox is completely new to Chris and he really appreciates the effort even if he is embarrassed to tell me what he likes.

So, we fucked after my little show. Afterwards, I made breakfast. Nothing too fancy. We watched a movie and he fell asleep for a few hours. It is very difficult adjusting to his schedule. Everything is backwards. He's ready for bed at noon. It felt comforting to have him sleeping in my bed while I puttered around the house.

When he woke, he was ready for another round. That "just woke-up horniness" is some powerful mojo.

It was about 2:00PM when we finished the second round. I curled up in his arms for a while but had to meet Steve at 3:30 for a party at his parents. It got quiet after I got out of the shower.

"Where you off to," he asked. He wanted to know but didn't really want to know.

"I have to meet Steve."

Silence.

"I should go."

"No, stay as long as you want. Relax. There's plenty of stuff in the refrigerator."

"No," he said, quietly. "I really have to go."

I kissed him goodbye and received a weak hug in return. He'll deal or dump me. I'm as prepared as I can be for being dumped. I'm actually less prepared if he keeps dealing but that's another post for another day.

Steve's family had a big party that went well into the night. On the way over, Steve questioned me about my day. He was really turned on.

"You were with him less than two hours ago?"

"Yup."

"Oh man." I reach down as he drove. He was hard. "I don't even have to ask if that turns you on."

"You know it does. Did he come inside you?"

"Twice. And he came a lot."

We almost went off the road.

"Why does the thought of another man's cum inside you right now turn me on?"

"Because you're a freak."

For the rest of the day, when the opportunity arose, Steve would corner me, feel me up and whisper how much he wanted me.

He got me. Later that night.

So, that was pretty slutty of me.