I felt my plans were important but I wasn't quite sure why other then the fact that the person I had made them with was persistent in wanting to meet me. I love it when men don't give up. This guy seemed different. He wasn't put off when I had been very blasé about getting together. He had actually made an effort to get reservations for one of my favorite Italian places in the area. Here I was having to put him off for what I what have viewed a lame excuse. A family gathering. God knows I have faked them several times when I wanted to back out of things. But this was the real deal. Dinner with the parents, siblings and my daughter.
He was patient and kind. He waited three extra hours to meet me and we missed our reservations but he was just happy to see me. When we first met I was worried. I couldn't remember which picture I had sent him. I wasn't sure if he was attracted to me and he kept commenting that I smelled like food, like pasta to be exact.
I was actually nervous only because he was much more attractive then I thought he would be. Tall, dark short hair, clean shaven and well dressed. I was extremely pleased. I soon figured out that this adorable Italian guy loved the smell of pasta.
We went down to the water in Weehawken and talked for a bit. At several points I was afraid I had offended him. I have an uncanny ability to put my foot in my mouth with men. I treat most men like they are my brother. I chide and rib them and most men don't want that from a woman they are romantically interested in. But over all we were able to weather the uncomfortable silences and awkwardness. He finally worked up enough courage to kiss me. It was indescribable. A better, more genuine kiss then I have had from any man in a long time.
Things progressed and we ended up at my place. I typically would have left him at the front door but we had so much fun together I just didn't want the night to end. Women like me often remain in complete control of their lives. Last night was an exception. But part of me felt so guilty not only for making such a nice guy wait but because I had only met him due to a prior moment of weakness. Not having had any real contact with engaging men outside of work as well as not having had sex in a long time I answered my date's Craigslist ad a few weeks prior. It was a simple sex ad, listed under casual encounters. The night I answered it I immediately recanted. I figured a few text messages back and forth and he would disappear. But he didn't.
When Joe and I didn't work out in August I was kind of floundering. Being thirty-five I want some one who will give me my space. No commitment, no expectations whose company I also enjoy. While I do meet many men who want to serve me as well as service me, their company lacks greatly. For me I would take some one who had a great personality verses an Adonis with no mind and no brain. I am not sure if I can go back to dating several men at the same time. I am just so tired of trying to find different men in order to meet all my needs. I just want to find someone I like and what ever happens, happens.
Back to the events of the evening....
So last night "Don" and I end up in my bed and all he wanted to do was please me. While it was such a turn on, I hadn't showered since the morning and because it was the first time we were together I avoided having him go down on me at that point. Instead I wanted to focus on him. He was funny, sweet and an amazing kisser and there was just something about him that told me he would be appreciative of anything I did for him. I really wanted him to enjoy himself after everything he went through just to meet me. That coupled with my attraction to him made me crave going down on him.
We kissed and fondled each other for what seemed like a long time. Undressing one another piece by piece. I finally got around to undoing his belt. Going down on him was extremely intense. He grabbed my hair not in a bad way but in a very sexy hot way that almost kept me from taking him in fully. He spends forever using my hair to tease me. Just as my mouth would make it's way to the end of his shaft, I would feel him tugging my head back up softly. He begged me to look into his eyes as I was taking care of his needs. I loved the connection I felt with him. He even made sure to call out my name, not the typical "Baby" or "Honey" or "Sweet heart." It made the entire experience just that much more intimate as well as enjoyable. I finally couldn't take the teasing any longer. I held his arms down so he couldn't keep me from riding his cock with my mouth hard, fast and deep the way I wanted and he came almost immediately.
After that I excuse myself to take a shower. I was hoping he would stay but I know most men would have taken the opportunity to get dressed and then leave once I came out of the bathroom. I figured if he doesn't stay and go down on me at least I won't smell like pasta any more. He stayed. We started kissing again when I reentered the bedroom. Before I knew it my towel was off and his head was between my legs. He alternated between licking and sucking and I would get to the point of where I wanted to cum then he would move or change his mouth in some way almost instinctively to keep me from exploding. After what felt like forever he crawled up on top of me and kissed me while keeping his fingers on my clit. The his lips on mine, the pressure of his body on top of me along with his fingers fondling my wet pussy took me over the edge. It was prodigious in it's very nature.
We collapsed and fell asleep. When we awoke, I again expected that he would take leave of me. Instead he cuddled with me and held me. If I had one regret about being a Domme it is the lack of comfort I receive from men. I think it has been over eight years since any one just wanted to hold me. I felt that with Don wasn't forced and it did not lack sincerity. He really enjoyed holding me and laying with me. It is something I fear I may become addicted to if we continue to see one another because his arms and chest are a place I found myself feeling safe and at peace.
At some point we changed positions while cuddling and started kissing again. He softly whispered that he wanted me. I wanted him too and I didn't decline. We started off clumsy and I feel it was my fault. I am not used to dealing with real men who know how to take charge and control. Once I allowed myself to give control over to him and just let him take me the way he wanted, it was not long before my body started to convulse with excitement. After my orgasm I became so sensitive I couldn't take his cock inside my wet pussy.
I took him in my mouth again and I fought his hands in my hair this time. I let him grab my hair and I pulled against his actions over and over. The pain was worth the pleasure we both felt as his cock began to throb. He grabbed his member just as he began to explode and pulled it from my mouth. Afterward we fell asleep in each others arms again.
We finally awoke in the morning and he started kissing me again all over my neck. I couldn't resist going down on him one more time before he left. We kissed goodbye and I thought to myself what an amazing night. He was either the best one night stand I have ever had or I finally found some one I wouldn't mind keeping around for a bit. My fears about never seeing him again after he left my door step were assuaged when he text messaged me a few minutes later.
I have never spent that much time or gotten that intimate with some one upon our first encounter. Don is just so engaging that I can not help myself. I can only hope he finds me to be alluring as well.
