So then in the night off between seeing Keith, I went to see Martin. I actually really would rather have seen Keith if only because I knew he's going to be gone and I hated the idea of wasting even one day. However, I really like Martin and the fact that his attention toward me is also so transitory I couldn't bring myself to beg off from seeing him. So I "suffered" through.
I arrived at Martin's house just after he did. He was on the phone with his girlfriend, I presume. He was still dressed in his work clothes, a blue button down shirt, dark slacks, and a longish leather coat. He looked fucking HOT. So fucking hot I had a hard time looking at him. Why do I find it so hard to look at things I find beautiful? I should have just openly stared but couldn't. He got off the phone and opened some mail as I sat on the couch idly flipping through a magazine and watching him.
He moved from the mail to changing his clothes. We talked as I watched him strip out of his work clothes, taking off his pants, then unbuttoning his shirt. "Oh, my god that's fucking HOT," I said. "What?" he asked. "That... what you're doing... is fucking HOT!" He smiled at me, finishing what he was doing before slipping into the bedroom to get his change of clothes and get rid of this cast offs. He returned with his hat, coat, t-shirt, and jeans on and sat down on a nearby chair to put on his shoes.
"Umm... can you do that over here?" I asked him. Patting the spot next to me on the couch. As soon as he sat down I reached for him. He shrugged out of his coat and I kissed him. As I did so he took off his hat, clearly settling in for the long hall. I laughed and kissed him some more before drawing back. "We can still go. I just... you know... wanted to kiss you. Plus, you're usually the one who kisses me first so I thought... well... I wanted to."
He nodded and got re-dressed and we headed out. We ended up going out to dinner at a cool Japanese restaurant. While we were there we sat pressed together intimately, his hand rubbing my thigh or my shoulder. I let my hand rest on his thigh and we ate and talked. It was like a real date... which made me vaguely uncomfortable. However, we're friends and we're lovers and we have fun so why bother putting labels on things?
Afterward we went back to his house and sat down in front of the tv. He leaned down to my lap and rested his head there while I petted him for a while. I imagine he was thinking of someone else, his girlfriend, as I caressed him. I was thinking only of him. We were watching some show about marines and I started telling him the things that I find hot about the various marines and why. Then I asked, "hey... do you still have your uniform?" I giggled. Martin wasn't a marine, but I never did get to see him in his uniform. Not that I have a uniform fetish. Merely a marine/Seal/Ranger/PJ thing going on. Mostly the last three, but a marine is far easier to find.
Eventually we started kissing and it wasn't long before his cock was in my mouth. He's very respectful about that but he's learned that I really enjoy it and has become much less shy about asking for it. And, I know he really likes it so I take great delight in doing it. I like watching him and I absolutely LOVE that he likes to watch me. He pulled my shirt off and I whined knowing I was going to have to move back and let him go. He heard me, "you'll have to stop... but just for a second... you can have it back." I whined again and complied, quickly sucking him back into my mouth. Eventually, he made me stop again so we could go to the bedroom.
In the bedroom we both finished undressing and he pushed me back onto the bed. I momentarily thought he was going to join me, but I watched him grab hold of his cock and I knew he wanted it back in my mouth. I probably ended up sucking his cock for a good half hour before we even actually made it onto the bed and I loved ever single second of it.
Finally he told me, "Let's get you off... then I'll fuck you..." I groaned against his cock. "I hate to give it up..." I murmured. "You can suck it again when we're done if you want." I nodded and finally let him free. "I'm going to go get your purse and we'll get a condom and your lube. I want you to wait for me here with your legs spread... I want to see you like that when I come in." I nodded and he left. I couldn't resist rubbing my clit, obeying him and waiting for his return.
When he returned, he stopped to watch me for a moment, "that's nice," he sighed. Then he joined me on the bed. He slid a condom on and moved inside me, my fingers still working on my clit. Condoms, though, are not his best friend. I could feel him starting to go soft, which I know frustrates him. Still... I really wanted to cum so I figured I'd ask for the impossible and see what I got. "I really want you to fuck me from behind," I asked. "I want to cum that way." He nodded and moved back so I could get into position. I worked on cumming that way but he just wasn't hard enough so he moved back sliding a finger (or two?) inside. I came on his hand after a few minutes. Came hard, I might add.
I turned back over and he moved over me again. He was hard, again, so he slid inside me and fucked me. One thing I've never been good at it looking at my lover... or talking too much during sex. I've been working on reading a book erotic talk which I think has helped. Still, I remain shy and unsure. Martin fucked me for a while and finally said "I want you to look at me and tell me to fuck you." I moved my gaze up to his eyes and repeated his works "fuck me... please..." So he did. After a few moments of that I asked again... then added "fuck me harder..." and he DID. And it was wonderful. I repeated his name a few times... watching him as he fucked me.
Both sweaty, now, I asked him "are you ready to cum for me?" He nodded, "But I really want you to cum in my mouth.. I like that... I want to suck you again." He agreed and layed back on the bed. However, as I reached for a hair clip from my bag I told him, "you know... you should be watching this." It was just a bit too dark for him to really see. "You can turn on a light." He considered for a second and said "let me light some candles, then." I agreed and headed to the bathroom while he took care of the lighting.
When I returned the candles were lit and he headed back to the bed. I joined him and began to get him hard again. Quickly, I had him in my mouth and began sucking his cock, letting my tongue tap, slip, and slide over his cock. Eventually, he took over the duties, his hand jacking up and down his cock ad my lips and tongue had their way with the head. I kept running my tongue over his cock and asking him to please cum for me... to cum on my face... please.
Long time readers with incredible memories will remember that this was something he'd mentioned an interest in months ago. Something I'd filed away as something I would absolutely HAVE to do. And indeed, I did it.
I lay there huddled between his legs, my tongue teasing and lapping and occasionally messing up his rhythm by sucking on his cock. "You look just like a porn star," he told me. Eventually he came, his semen on my face, in my mouth, and running down my chin. I licked at his cock, taking up some of the cum that had drooled out, not quite making it as far as me. He shivered at the contact so I stopped and gave it a quick kiss before excusing myself to the bathroom to clean off where he joined me to clean himself off as well.
Afterward, we retired back to the bed to cuddle and bond a little. Remembering the comfort and sensuality of the first night with Keith, I crawled up Martin's body onto his back and began kissing, licking, and teasing the sensitive skin of his back. He shivered and moaned as physically thanked him for our time together. Eventually, I moved next to him and we caressed and kissed one another down from the afterglow of our love making.
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