True to his word Phil picked me up at Foley's lodge where we always meet and as soon ,after I had clambered into his Jaguar beside him I felt the sheer excitement of just being there with him enthral me completely. I nudged his arm and was glad to open my thighs for him as I felt his first touch of me for ages. He turned off the motor for a while seeing it was all quiet and concentrated, demonstrating so sublimely that he had missed me too, I felt his finger release my zip, open my jeans just enough to get his hand inside my pants, then the squeeze which always made me feel so right with Phil, the way he prompted me to raise my butt but just enough for his fingers to tease my anus, it was lovely but seeing someone approaching he started his engine and suggested I should leave my jeans open so he could feel me on the way to the restaurant.
It was so nice, enjoying his touch of me - we had to stop occasionally at a traffic light or whatever, quite funny at one point too because unbeknown to me and Phil at first - a cyclist was eyeballing us through the passenger window, I felt someone was watching, turned and saw him, his expression saying it all, he turned away immediately he'd obviously observed I'd noticed him but I could see he was having trouble with his saddle - which probably meant he had a good old hard on. That made me feel good too, the fact that another guy could get turned on watching Phil massage my cock Driving me mad circling my plum with his wet finger.
Phil laughed too saying he hoped the guy enjoyed his cheap thrill. "I tell you what, your cock is stunning today, you been on Viagra or something?"
"Not Viagra, Phil just looking at those DVD's we shot before you went away, they have kept me in tune and well wanked."
"Nice"
We had just left the camcorder placed carefully on the side cupboard and forgot about it. It was really riveting to see us together like that, and you learn things about yourself too you'd hardly notice when you are actually doing it. My concentration so deep and enthralling the way I sucked him and moved to let his length slip easily up me. And the sounds of fucking you never notice quite the same when you are at it, all very stimulating and the shots, played over and over again each night before I went to bed certainly set me alight making the climax always so very strong and good.
We had a good meal and all the time it was all I could do to keep cool, wanting to save all for later, but Phil was a real sod, his hand creeping beneath the table as I was trying to eat my spaghetti bolognaise, he loved to do that, like he was a naughty school boy, taking risks when lots of people were around, I whispered to him that he was in for a tanning later for being so mischievous Of course he said "yes please!" so I had this vision of strapping him with my belt, which he liked spread across my knees, his trousers and boxer shorts rolled down to his knees.
And I loved that, our speciality, well one of them, hearing the swish of the belt as it spun down on his hind, hearing his yelp as I made it ten strokes and one for luck. By the end of it he was tingling but his fuck up my ass was like a mad animal, he said nothing ever turns him on so much as a real firm spanking and it was something which at first was reluctant to do, but with Phil's persuasion I gradually got into it as I did the first time I sucked and swallowed. Now it is all part and parcel of our relationship and I wouldn't want it any other way.
Phil was a lovely guy, it never seemed seedy at all when I was with him, like when we reached his place and he'd garaged his car, me knowing he'd want me to stay for the night -felt so privileged too.
