It’s getting late, but I’m gonna try and scribble my thoughts down before I head to bed. You can skip the nonsense and go to the dirty details.
Matt is a guy I’ve been talking with for a few months. We just havn’t gotten around to actually doing something together. Last night I got bored of mucking around and not getting anywhere, we’d been trying to have a coffee a few time but it just never happened, so I simply asked if he wanted to come over to watch a movie. It was already a bit late and I found him making excuses, so I thought to myself, okay I guess he’s not that interested after all.

We continued talking and within the hour we had decided that he’d be swinging by the next day. Wow, great, a new toy, FOR ME?! It felt like Christmas. So I, like always, got suspicious. Of course he wont be showing up, he’s just playing silly games. I kept thinking, through all the texts we exchanged over the course of the day, even when he said he was on his away over and that he was a few minutes away. How silly did I feel when he was asking me why I wasn’t outside my door yet.

First glance I was a bit unsure, before he got his clothes off, then I started to think “Okay not bad, he’s actually really cute… ohh…”. I, as the delightful hostess I try to be when I can, offered him something to drink. I made some coffee while he got acquainted with my apartment. Not very comfortable with people looking around, so I kept talking with him, which forced him to be in the same room as me.

We sat down, had our coffee in the living room. Watched the telly for a bit, which mind you was hard to concentrate on, this boy could talk! And he wasn’t too shabby to look at either, so my focus was on him, not the telly (guess I have to try and rewatch that later).
For a while now I’ve had real issues relaxing, both alone and especially with company. Matt on the other hand made me really relaxed, even with the cups of coffee we had. We kept talking, and after a few readjustments to how we were placed on the sofa we got closer to each other.

Hands started to slightly touch, discretely touching the other person with the back of your hand. Thoughts of “when will he kiss me, or should I kiss him first” ran through my head, more than once. Our hands kept playing, and I was getting more and more sleepy. I was trying so hard to stay awake and alert. He leaned in and kissed me. A kiss always makes me a bit dizzy and dozed off, and considering I was already tired I kept almost falling asleep. I’d been “waiting” (wanting to meet) this guy for several months, so now that I finally had him here KISSING me I didn’t want him to leave.

He started exploring what I was sensitive to and what I enjoyed and maybe would not enjoy. It was fun to listen to him take mental notes and talk to me about how he liked my reactions to his touches and kisses. Hearing how it effected my breathing, and the little moans I let out.
I started to realize that if we stayed on the sofa I would most likely be falling asleep there.

I abruptly got up, and started turning off the TV and all the lights. “If I’m falling asleep I might as well do it in the right place”… Oh was I mistaken! Sleeping with hot, steamy, fit, horny guy kissing you isn’t really an option. Unless you try really hard, but I enjoyed his lips, and his tongue. Oh I wanted more of that tongue. I wanted him to feel how wet I was (mind you it had been slightly building up over the past 24 hrs since we’d decided he was coming by). I had no problem noticing how hard he was, even tho my hands were not close to touching his cock yet.

I had relieved myself of my pants while getting into bed. Soon we were relieving each other of more clothes. I unbuckled his belt, unzipped his jeans. It was getting even more noticeable how hard he was. He got up and took his pants off. My body was longing for him to get inside of me, but even more for his tongue taste my juices and play with my clit. I took his shirt off. My hopes went up high when he took my hot pants off. I thought for sure he was going to give me a nice treatment before getting to go inside me.

Boy was I wrong again! He took the liberty of taking his boxers off, and I dropped my last piece of clothing as well. So, finally both naked. Ready to indulge to our lusts. I was still kind of sleepy but my lusts were keeping me awake, and I was definitely more awake now than when we first got into bed.
More kissing and cuddling, and getting closer and closer. His fingers played with my wet pussy, fingering my clit. Penetrating me with one finger, two fingers, then three. Rocking me oh so gently, finding just the right spot and increasing intensity. Finding that special spot and making me moan, while I was getting more and more wet.

I knew that if we weren’t putting on a condom, before he’d actually penetrate me the first time we’d most likely never use a condom if we’d have sex again. Sometimes I hate that about me, but the pleasure.. Give raw cock more often! (maybe I need a few more steady relationships, and other means of protection) Hat on, he dove in, Oh yummy! Just the feel of the first penetration when you’ve been teasing and playing and making each other ready to go for hours is so nice.

Playing around trying each other out, figuring out how we like it, asking questions to make sure it was okay. He’s a very talkative guy and easy to talk to, which in turn made it easier for me to express my own desires. Telling me how he liked how I reacted to him inside me, and depending on what he did. Fun to hear him being so attentive.

While he was taking me from behind and we were really getting into it and just disappearing into the world of sex and fucking each other the phone rang… Matt was on call. IN THE MIDDLE!! Through my head went “okay if he’s called away now he better fuck me to finish off before he goes”. Lucky me, us, he didn’t actually have to leave, and I have to admit that it was kind of a turn on to hear him change into his serious work phone voice, and then hang up, and just come back and taking me from behind again.

Whispering in my ear asking where I wanted him to cum, and me telling him inside, preferably deep, while fucking me hard. Just thinking about it now turns me on.
When I was younger sex had the tendency to make me hyper, a while back it started again. So the coffee, plus the extra flow of blood through my whole system probably spread the caffeine through my system just enough to keep me awake for a while more.

Only sad thing about the night was that he had to go home and not spend the night. But I do have a feeling he will be returning to my bed soon, question is when.
To be continued …

It's getting late, but I'm gonna try and scribble my thoughts down before I head to bed. You can skip the nonsense and go to the dirty details. Matt is a guy I've been talking with for a few months. We just havn't gotten around to actually doing something together. Last night I got bored ...