I'm 42 and bisexual. I met a guy in a chat room and we ended up doing the usual thing . . . chatting about sex, talking on the phone until we came and then hung up. However, over the past few weeks, our conversations have become more and more frequent.
Last night, we agreed to meet at a bar and have a few drinks, possibly even take this further if we both clicked. When I got to the bar, Dave was already waiting.
He looked just as he said he would. He's 28, about 5'11" and weighs around 190. He has dark hair, green eyes, very handsome and in decent shape. I'm also 5'11" and I weigh around 200 pounds. I have brown hair, hazel eyes and a mustache. I'm in good shape, with the usual mid-life bulge.
We talked for a while and shared a few drinks. When the alcohol kicked in, I became bold, slipping off my shoe and began running my toes up and down his leg. We shared a few flirty looks over our glasses and even brushed hands a few times. About 45 minutes later, we were inside his hotel room, and the playing began in earnest.
I had always fantasized about being with a man who would let me please him how I wanted to please him. I wanted to focus only on his body and his sensations, without any favors returned. In fact, that's how all of our chats and conversations went. Dave was very up to the part of my fantasy lover, and with the buzz we had going, most of our inhibitions had been lost.
As we entered the room and shut the door, Dave went immediately to the bar to pour us more alcohol. I walked up behind him, and slid my hands up his back; stepping close enough to lean over and run my tongue along the right side of his neck. I heard his breath catch, and he froze instantly.
"Are you ready to cum?" I whispered.
Dave's only response was a slow nod of his head as my hands worked up and down his back from the waistband of his jeans, to the top of his shoulders. I strongly rubbed at his shoulders while breathing my hot breath on the exposed skin of his neck. Dave began to relax, and leaned into my body.
With him leaning against me, I worked my hands around to his chest. Massaging his pecks and feeling his nipples stiffen under my fingers had me as hot as I can ever remember. I continued breathing against his neck, and every so often, touching his skin with the tip of my tongue . . . he quietly moaned his pleasure.
I moved my hands, like silk, over his arms and to his hands. I put the bottle and glass down on the bar and backed away from him while turning him to face me. I knew Dave wasn't in to kissing, but I also knew that he wanted to be teased, seduced, and played with.
I stepped into him, leaning against his crotch our erections pressing into each other's bodies. My hands moved up his chest, over his shoulders and wrapped around his neck. I kissed his neck slowly, and lightly. With my tongue, I tasted his skin, wetly drawing lines from under his ear, down to his collar and returning to his ear.
I actually whisper-moaned into his ear, "I can feel your hard cock against me . . . Dave."
Again, his response was unspoken. He simply pushed his crotch into my body harder, wanting me to feel him, wanting me to take this further.
I complied. My kisses on his neck turned to gentle bites, and little bouts of sucking. Honestly, I don't know whom I was turning on more! I was so excited that my erection was aching in my underwear. My hands moved from around his neck, over his shoulders and down the outside of his arms. I grasped his wrists and moved them behind his body as I grinded my erection against him.
