I Wanna Sex You Up – Part Three, The Hotel

(Part One here, Part Two here)

 

We drove the half block to Engineer’s hotel – admittedly, probably neither of us should have been driving, but it was a very short distance and walking was probably not a good idea either.

He ushered me in by way of key card and I laughed at my g-string still hanging around his neck. We both agreed we wanted to have sex in an elevator one day, but he unfortunately was only on the second floor, so the make-out session in the elevator was very short.

He had two queen beds in his room, a laptop on the desk, a tidy suitcase on the dresser, and a notepad full of equations and angles on the desk. I don’t remember when the clothes came off, but I know it didn’t take long. He pushed me back onto one of the beds and spread my thighs apart.

His warm mouth felt amazing on my clit and I shuddered in pleasure under his touch. He kept switching it around – fingers, mouth, tongue, fingers, tongue… I writhed and wondered if the hotel guests next door could hear my sounds of ecstacy. I came quickly and pulled Engineer onto the bed.

I spent very little time teasing him before taking his cock into my mouth. There was no point in prolonging – I wanted him inside me, in my mouth first, and my dripping pussy second.

“Suck my cock,” he half groaned, half demanded.

“Demanding, aren’t you?”

“Suck my cock, please?”

“Hmm, I liked it better the other way.”

He pushed down on my shoulders – “Then just suck it!” It was hot, whatever it may sound like in this post, to have him do that. I went for it, tickling the tip with my tongue and taking him in, sucking in sections – the head first, the first quarter down, halfway down… I don’t know how far I got, because he was LONG, but I know I couldn’t deep throat him all the way down. It was disappointing for me, but I did what I could.

“Look at me.” He pulled me up by my hair. I kept my mouth and tongue around him, looking at him with all the lust I could muster. Every time my eyes would close or look down, he pulled me back up to look at him. The eye contact was phenomenal and sexy, and I tried to keep it going as I moved down to his balls, taking one at a time into my mouth and massaging them with my fingers and tongue.

As I moved back from the balls to the shaft, I knew I needed to get him inside me and soon or I was going to go crazy. We knocked everything off the bed – my purse, my keys, the pillows, the blankets – as we maneuvered from me riding him to him fucking me with my legs pushed up against his chest. I realized how that length could really feel inside. It was electric, intense, nearly painful in the pleasure I was getting.

He flipped me over and began to pound me from behind. Every motion of his dick in and out of me built me up and I felt more sensitive to it each time.

“You’re so sexy, GOD, your body is fucking hot!” I didn’t respond, because I find it hard to come up with something sexy to say that isn’t “Yours, too!”, but I loved hearing him tell me that.

I had to come or it was going to hurt, especially because he kept pulling my hair and that was driving me wonderfully crazy. He kept himself inside me as he pushed my legs together between his and I was on the very edge. I felt nearly dominated – next time, I’ll tell him to be rougher – my head against the bed, my back arched, my ass nearly in his face, and my pussy slick and tight around him.

 ”Come with me,” I breathed out, half screaming, half sighing.

He pulled his dick out from the tightness between my legs and came, warm and wet, all over my arched back and ass. We collapsed onto the bed for a few weary, pleased moments before he grabbed a towel and kindly cleaned my back up.

After some chit-chat, he asked if I would be offended if we slept in different beds. I wasn’t offended at all. I don’t need cuddling after sex. I like it well enough, but it’s very relationshippy. We both climbed into our beds and he teased me about how he usually sleeps with both comforters and he might come steal mine. We talked across beds for a while and he sleepily complimented me on the fact that I was smart.

“I dig you,” he said. I laughed, and there was a silence. “Are you sure you don’t want to come sleep in my bed?”

I’m sure he couldn’t see my raised eyebrow, but he could definitely hear the smirk in my voice. “I thought you didn’t want me there. Missing your post-coital cuddling?”

“No, no,” he said, “Just, you know, you smell really nice.” A pause. Then, as an afterthought, ”And I want that comforter.”

I ended up climbing into bed next to him, comforter and all. The snuggling was quick before we both rolled over and fell asleep.

 

[I hate to break this into FOUR posts, but I'd like to get this one out, so Part Four - The Morning After will have to wait until later...]

A Multimedia Jerk

[Terminal Flirt - ?]

I’m working on Part Three, no worries, but won’t have it done until tomorrow probably. My computer has decided to play a game called “I’ve downloaded a shit ton of viruses and refuse to work until you take me back to factory settings!”

Yeah.

Pretty lame.

Also… my birthday is in about a week. I am SO excited. Annnd, that’s all for tonight.

I Wanna Sex You Up – Part Two, The Hot Tub

(Part One Here)

We arrived at the hotel, and immediately went to the hot tub. I had no problem with swimming in my bra and panties (especially not after so much wine), but I had barely taken one heel off before the hotel security guard appeared. He was old – stark white hair, wrinkles, and clearly lonely because he’s night shift at two in the morning.

“Aw, dude,” Engineer lamented, pulling his own shoes back on. “Don’t worry, we’re leaving.”

But the security guard shook his head. “You guys are fine, just put the beer in plastic cups.” Engineer, Coworker, and I exchanged glances and grinned at 0ur good luck. The boys offered the security guard a beer, which he politely turned down, and we told him we’d be quiet and keep the beer bottles outside the fence. Coworker wandered off to find some cups.

“What do you think?” Engineer said to the security guard, motioning to me. “We picked up this crazy broad on the street.”

“He’s lying!” I laughed, realizing that outside of the steakhouse atmosphere and in the hotel pool gates with two young men, the tight dress with the leopard print and the sexy high heels could easily be mistaken for hooker-wear, “Engineer, don’t sully my reputation for this fine gentleman.”

Coworker came back, four coffee cups in his hands. We offered once again for the security guard to join us for a brew, but he declined once more and wandered off to do his rounds. Finally, we all felt comfortable stripping down, Coworker and Engineer both in gray boxer briefs (coincidentally, my very favorite kind  of underwear on a man… they’re form-fitting and huggy, but not geeky the way whitey-tighteys look), me in my black and purple lace bra with a (nearly) matching black and purple lace g-string thong. I was practically naked as it was, so I decided I’d rather not have to go home in a wet bra and I shed that, too.

Coworker and Engineer both immediately noticed my nipple ring. “Why one?” they asked, and I told them about why and when I got it, and the fantastic conversations spun off again, though this time, they were interspersed with Engineer’s tongue on my tits and exploring my mouth.

Piercings are very sexy for me. I love every one of mine, especially my tongue, nipple, and clit hood. Coworker was actually the first person to notice my tongue ring. Engineer was surprised, and I was, too, since we’d been kissing all night and he hadn’t noticed it. He kissed me deeply to get the full effect of it, and his hand dipped down below the surface of the deliciously hot water into my hot pussy. “Do you like my other piercing?” I murmured softly.

“Mmm, yeah, I noticed that…” We played for a few more moments, though he kept slapping my hands away from his balls and growing cock (“Not yet” he whispered), then Coworker demanded a beer refill, volunteering me. I agreed – everything had been seen already, no need to be shy.

When I got back into the water, Engineer slid off his gray briefs. “Whoa, man, what are you doing?” Coworker said, but no more than ten minutes later, we’d all taken off any remaining clothing. My next run out of the hot tub provoked some appreciative comments from both boys – I won’t lie, my ass is great, and if I hadn’t known that before, I would’ve been pretty sure after all their ‘niceties’ concerning it last night. Coworker now noticed the clit piercing and remarked that “of COURSE, you’re shaven.”

The security guard meandered by, inspecting my thong lying on the concrete as we all hid underneath the bubbles. We began to giggle and laugh, but he was approving. I was grateful for his allowances, but had no idea what to think about his weird involvement in our skinny dipping experience. He walked away again after an awkward conversation about phone dating services. I couldn’t help but think about how amazing the night had been so far, making out with Engineer and being entertained by Coworker, but I should admit that I didn’t even consider trying to make it a threesome. I just wanted to focus on Engineer – I was lusting after him so ridiculously hardcore that it overshadowed anything I might have wanted to do with Coworker.

We started to make little comments to Coworker to get some alone time. We strongly suggested he go get more beers from his hotel room, telling him to take his time doing it. “Fourteen and a half,” Engineer said, pushing my legs apart beneath the water and rubbing his thumb against my clit.

“Twenty-seven and a half,” I countered. I was enjoying the voyeuristic aspect of being rubbed and fingered in front of someone else, and let Engineer work his magic even though Coworker was clearly not oblivious to what was going on underneath the bubbles.

After what seemed like a torturously long time, Coworker decided to go get the beers and he was barely out of sight before Engineer pulled me over to his bubble jet and was inside me almost before I was done straddling him. I let out a small gasp. God, he is lengthy! Every stroke in and out was intense because he was so big and long and I could feel every inch of him inside me. The feeling was amazing. He bounced me up and down before putting a finger in my mouth. I licked it and sucked it like it was his cock. “God, that’s so hot,” he groaned. The water around us splashed and gave us momentum like you just don’t have on land.

He pulled out of me and brought the tip of his cock above the water. I took it into my mouth, teasing the head, half worried I might drown if I went any further. I pressed my tongue into shapes against him, using the tongue ring as the center for my tongue rolls and swirls. We traded positions over and over, to me straddling him on the hot tub bench, to me hanging onto the edge while he fucked me from behind, to him fucking me with my legs on his shoulders and my head resting against the edge of the hot tub.

“I’m so close,” he moaned.

“Don’t come yet,” I pleaded. “I want to get you in your bedroom and do so much to you…” I separated myself from him and swam to the other side of the hot tub, sweaty and panting. I started to touch myself across from him, and he joined me on the other side.

Oh, that’s when we noticed the security guard was back.

There was an awkward pause as we realized the bubbles had turned off.

“Um, hey man.”

We exchanged uncomfortable pleasantries – the security guard was very clearly not bothered by our actions. He tried to talk about something mundane and I could feel myself blushing at the situation. Finally, Engineer figured out how to get rid of him – “Bud, could you just do us a huge favor and turn on the bubbles?”

The old security guard nodded, “Sure!” He walked over to the timer and cranked it up, starting to walk away. “Oh, by the way, the kitchen crew comes in at five. It’s four now, just a heads up.”

I breathed a sigh of relief as he left, nibbling and sucking on Engineer’s ear as well. “Maybe now we should head back to your hotel? I don’t think Coworker is coming back.”

“Alright.”

I began to climb out of the hot tub, and as I stood on the steps, Engineer pushed gently on my back, bending me over. I moaned softly as his tongue found its way between my thighs, licking my pussy lips and ass. It felt amazing, and I was aroused by the sheer audacity of my naked body on display outside the water, bent over and clearly being taken care of. I imagine that Coworker was watching somewhere because he didn’t appear until after I climbed out completely and had a towel around my body. We explained to him that the security guard had ‘walked in’ on us, and he joked, “In what position?” We grinned, then arranged a search party for our clothes. Engineer hung my g-string around his neck and, aching to get a proper bed fuck, I followed him to his hotel.

To be continued.

I Wanna Sex You Up – Part One, The Restaurant

[I Wanna' Sex You Up - Color Me Badd]

Wow. Just… wow.

Last night was definitely epic. It didn’t start off the way I thought it would – Engineer’s friend/Coworker joined us for dinner. So perhaps it wasn’t exactly a date, just a good time, but you know what? I think that makes it less complicated in the definition realm of things, in that now there doesn’t have to BE a definition. Also, I thought Coworker would be a third wheel, but he was HILARIOUS. We spent all night joking back and forth – he’s one of those guys that doesn’t hold anything back, and he was a crack-up all night long.

The night began wiith the three of us meeting up at a (five star!) restaurant and cracking open a bottle of merlot. We just sat and talked and laughed, and it was surprising to me how comfortable it was to be out in a sexy dress at a swanky restaurant with two near strangers. It was just a good time. There was flirting with both of them, but there was no doubt that Engineer and I wanted each other – badly. The whole night was full of glances and accidental grazes and I just wanted him to take me, right there, on top of the merlot and the New York strip (medium rare, by the way, and melt-in-your-mouth decadent).

Just so you know, the Engineer is just gorgeous. He’s blond and has a great body, and also has what I can only describe as cocky-but-charming eyes. But even sexier is that he is SMART. Really smart. He has a wealth of intelliegence on many, many subjects to draw from and that impressed me. The last few guys I’ve been with… well, they haven’t been so scholarly. The Firefighter certainly is intelligent, but in a logical and common sensical kind of way, not in an academic way. So it was refreshing and captivating that both Engineer and Coworker had real things to say. I need to step up my conversation game a little if I’m going to see them again.

So dinner went on fairly innocently, actually, just learning things about the guys and joking around. The second bottle of wine was as delicious as the first. The food was amazing. But the restaurant was closing, so Engineer called a cab while I shared a beer with Coworker at the bar. We took the cab to a hookah lounge (the one I met THE Ex at, actually), and FINALLY, in the cab, Engineer and I got to sit next to one another and some hands got to wander across thighs. In the hookah lounge, we cuddled up pretty close to each other.

The nice thing about hookah is that you can always get someone’s lips on yours by offering to ’shotgun’ them, which is where one person smokes the hookah, holds the smoke in, then ’shotguns’ the smoke to the person next to them by blowing it into their mouth. It’s sexier than it sounds, because it’s very similar to kissing. Well, except that there’s a lot of smoke in your mouth. Anyway, the person receiving then blows the smoke out, everyone applauds, and then kissing is generally the next step. So I send my apologies to the hookah staff and to Coworker because Engineer and I were now all over one another, kissing and carrying on, and it was very, very nice.

We suddenly realized, hey, the hookah bar is closing, too! And so we called the cab driver to get us. We also realized hey, the state stops selling alcohol in ten minutes! It was a race against the clock to buy beers before heading back to Coworker’s hotel (where we’d decided to go hot tubbing). I managed to direct the cab to a place that didn’t have any alcohol, and at two minutes before the deadline, Engineer and Coworker dashed into a sketchy gas station and came out, triumphantly waving a twelve-pack.

Then it got fun.

To be continued!

Take Me Out Tonight

[Out Tonight - RENT]

Engineer and I are going out on a date tonight.

I am so ridiculously excited. I also looking flippin’ hot, if I may say so myself.

If You Can’t Please Me, I Know Someone Who Can

[Give It To Me Right - Melanie Fiona]

So, Promo Girl has been around the bar a lot lately, flirting with our manager, our customers, and our employees. The more I get to know her, though, the more I like her! She’s a lot of fun, new to town… She came in last night to sing karaoke and we had a LOT of fun trading the microphone back and forth, singing and dancing together, and just flirting up the bar.

The Firefighter showed up, and I threw myself at him again (it’s almost a compulsion now…!), and, of course, got turned down again… But you know what? It ended up okay. I spent the rest of the night battling it out with Promo Girl to get the attention of Super Hot Guy (a.k.a. “Engineer”), and despite her hot body, awesome personality, and drunken body touching, I was the one who ended up with Engineer’s attention and number. He is so sexy, and only in town for a couple more days (though he works for a company which sends him to my city about once  a month), and I really hope I get a chance to see him again.

I think having Engineer flirting with me was a great boon for my self-esteem AND it was good that it happened with Firefighter there. I spent less time making a fool of myself in front of the man I love because I had a man I lust right in front of me. And if I hadn’t had class and homework, I would have liked to hang out with him after work. Not necessarily sex him up right away (I did just meet him), but it would have been nice to get a kiss. With Promo Girl watching us, me having to clean the front of house for the bar, and all my coworkers around, there was no chance for it. There was ALMOST a kiss when our paths crossed going to the bathroom, but I think he wussed out and instead we just had an intense moment occur eye-to-eye.

Oh Lord, the things I would love to do to Engineer… he’s just the right age – not a college man, but younger than the Firefighter. He was an expert flirt, too, which I appreciated. Flirting with your waitress is hard. Sometimes people go too far with awkward comments, sometimes I don’t pick up on the clues at all (I met a man once who told me I had served him a few weeks before, hit on me, and I ignored it… I honestly just hadn’t noticed!). The biggest problem is that, when I’m bartending or serving, I HAVE to flirt. It’s practically in the job description. I have to flirt with old men, young boys, geeks, hotties, obnoxious drunks, shy newbies… So when someone flirts back, it’s not always because they like me, it’s because they ‘get’ the waitress-customer connection.

BUT Engineer kept me coming back to his table, laughing, smiling, joking, and teasing. He remembered my name, but didn’t use it annoyingly to call me over for drinks. He kept me entertained when my other tables were boring (and, by the way, far too drunk to be served anything else). And, for my own secret gleeful triumph, he chose me over hot Promo Girl. ;P I can’t WAIT to see him again and get a kiss and maybe something more…

It’s Getting Hot in Here

My best friend Bear has this theory that the less clothes you wear on a regular basis, the better you look with less clothes on. Does that make sense?

When Bear and I lived together (about a year ago), we spent very little time clothed in our apartment. I would come home to Bear cooking pasta in a thong, Bear with only a laptop covering her bits, Bear watching Queer as Folk and sprawled out naked on the living room floor (we had a ‘couch’ – but it was a tablecloth we spread out on the floor where we wanted a couch to be)…

So I quickly adjusted. I shed my clothes the minute I got home from work. I didn’t wear a towel after my shower. I slept in absolutely nothing. We spent days together at the pool in our bikinis, we wore shorts and sports bras to the grocery store, and one time, we even went to the zoo wearing only sarongs (tied up at our necks, but still, there was nothing underneath).

Now, Bear is a dancer, and she’s got a gorgeous body. It’s muscled in places only dancers are muscled and, despite her burrito addiction, she is proportionally perfect. But besides her dance work-out, there is just something naturally well-formed about her, and I think her theory is true. Because when I lived with her and had a place to be naked as often as possible without worrying about who was going to see me,  I was in the best shape of my life. I was curvy but thin in the right places and I weighed significantly less than I do now.

So my goal is to be naked. As often as possible. It’s hard where I’m currently living, but I can do it at the very least in my own room. I want to be as secure with my body as I was when I used to come home, toss my purse onto the ‘couch’, and hear Bear exclaim, “Coquitten, how the FUCK did you get naked so fast?”

On another note, I drank an entire bottle of wine and told a classmate over Facebook Chat that he was fuckable, and that we should have sex instead of attending class on Tuesday.

I need to get waxed again.

Rosy Cheeks and Ruby Lip

The Rocket Scientist has become an annoyance.

Don’t get me wrong, I did think at first that I wanted him. He is cute, smart, funny… But he has a ridiculous ‘good boy’ vibe that I just can’t twist around to think is sexy. He is certainly NOT a prude and I get the sense he’s done very non-vanilla things before, but I’m just not attracted to him.  I can’t imagine kissing him, let alone fucking him.

The problem is that I know he imagines fucking me. And thinks that it might happen, for that matter. We’ve had a few very open conversations about sex – mind you, they all took place when I was dating the Firefighter. Does this make me ready and willing? Certainly not! We  had talked about sex as if we were talking about any other hobby, what we had done, the logistics… Nothing to imply I wanted him. I’m just an open person about sex!

Why do I think he’s of the impression that I will have sex with him? Well, first of all, he treats me like a booty call already – there is no communication besides Facebook and text message. Every time we talk, he tries (not very) subtle hints to give me the idea he’s horny, without ever saying straight out that he’s horny (which makes it awkward!). What makes it even MORE awkward is  that I have never once given him any innuendo back! I have stuck to friendly flirting, and left the sexual connotations packed away.

So this weekend, when Rocket Scientist stopped by the bar on Saturday, I had stopped by where he was sitting to say hello just to not seem rude. He mentioned my manager had invited him to our weekly company football game. I lamented that the manager was trying to guilt me into playing (I don’t do football.) and was unhappy that the staff meeting had been moved to the football field so as to get more people to play. That’s a work-suck and just one of the many douchey moves the manager has been doing lately, but I’ll hold my tongue about it. I unwittingly told the Rocket Scientist I was thinking about wearing heels just so I could claim footwear as a reason not to play.

This opened Pandora’s Box – his eyes lit up. “I love heels on girls.”

I stupidly kept on, “Oh? I love heels, too! I make any excuse to wear them outside work. If I could find some nonslip ones, I would wear them to work, too!”

“You should get some for work,” he urged. I laughed, a little bit uncomfortbale now. He went on and on about how he loved heels on girls. I excused myself to check on my tables, thinking it was a little weird he was so stuck on the topic. Not that a heel fetish is wrong! I have SO many pairs of shoes and most are bought because they give short, little me a boost about four inches up. And heels make everything – ankles, calves, thighs, ass – look better. THE Ex loved me in heels. I refuse to go out in flats. There’s no reason not to love a girl in heels.

So why did it make me so nervous when the Rocket Scientist wouldn’t shut up about them? Shoes, clothes, and make-up make me gush all kinds of girly-like. I love when people appreciate the effort I take to buy nice pumps and dresses. I couldn’t put my finger on the awkward aspect until a little later (alright, a lot later, about four a.m.), when I got to Dee’s house and had a chance to check my Facebook.

There was a private message from the Rocket Scientist, titled “heels”: ‘heels huh? like I said, I am a big sucker for heels…especially when paired with stockings, or something similar….just to put that out there!’

Just WHAT does he expect me to do? Show up at his house in nothing but shoes and stockings? Wear a garter belt, thigh highs, and stilettos to the bar? Send him fetish photos of my feet slipping in and out of strappy sandals? Like I said, I went to lunch with him, but have otherwise given him NO sexual innuendo to work from.

And for that matter, just when does breeching the topic of asking a potential or current partner to wear something ’special’ become appropriate? Dee and I both agreed his message was bordering on creepy, and I avoided him at the work meeting/football game the next day. I still can’t pinpoint exactly the problem, but I don’t want him around.

Oh, date with Karaoke went alright. Not physically attracted to him, either, but the date was fun. I probably won’t do a second one, though. I’m not looking for anything long-term, so conversation (while a plus) plays second fiddle to physical lust.

I have a six page paper to do by seven p.m. tomorrow. Writing this was a great procrastination technique.

HNT – Thursday, March 5th, 2009

I decided not to go with the dirty mirror  pictures. The mirror was just too dirty. ;P

Get Your Head in the Game

While I don’t know exactly how much SEX there’s going to be coming up in my life, I did feel like perhaps now was a good time to get back into blogging. Why?

Well, I’m getting back into dating! It’s really very difficult, actually. The Firefighter still lurks in my thoughts, but I forced myself to get out there and date. I have a date with Karaoke (so named because he’s a bar regular who comes only on karaoke night, and really, he’s a great singer) on Friday, and last Friday I went on a picnic with Rocket Scientist (named because he’s, well, a rocket scientist!).

Rocket Scientist is interesting because I would like to be just physical with him, but sort of wanted to see if he would put forth the effort to take me out. He ended up not having an evening free last week, but instead made us a picnic lunch and we met at a park before I had class. It was a lot of fun, really, but I left wishing I’d been out with a certain ex-boyfriend who I can never  have instead. I don’t know that I felt that physical chemistry between RS and I, but I’m willing to give it another shot since I was a little distracted the first time. Oh, and when he leaned in to kiss me? I inadvertently moved away. Pout! I didn’t mean to…

Karaoke and I are supposed to go to an Ethiopian restaurant tomorrow, which I’m excited about since he took the time to find somewhere interesting to take me. My biggest dating pet peeve is the man picking you up and asking you what you want to do. Hello? You asked me out, show me who you are! Entertain me with something interesting!

So it goes to show that Karaoke is already impressing me. Not to mention he asked me out face-to-face, with a no bullshit approach – “I’ve thought you were absolutely adorable since the moment I met you. Would you like to go to dinner?” No line, nothing sill, no text-message question – the way I always imagined dating would be.

So I’m still a little depressed over the Firefighter, but moving on takes time and new men! I will be sure to update on the date with Karaoke.

Oh – HNT to follow. I have to resize photos. I have ridiculously cliche dirty mirror pictures. Fun.