Now that the first date was out of the way with MM, I felt a lot more relaxed about our second one. This still didn’t prevent the flutter of butterflies as I arrived at the train station and stepped off the train. Coincidentally, our trains arrived a minute apart from opposite directions and across from each other on the platform. This didn’t prevent a bit of a delay in our finding each other, as we got off the trains and unfortunately, walked in separate directions of each other. Finally, though, we did find each other in the main hall of the train station and we walked together to our hotel.
Our room was standard. Again we had the lovely swiss standard of having two beds pushed together to create our one large bed. I really wish they would stop doing that. Our bathroom was a bit odd, but it would do. At least there were no hideous paintings on the wall. MM asked if I would mind if he took a shower before we headed out to dinner. Inside the wheels of my head were turning and I told him I wouldn’t mind at all. As he went for a shower, I decided to prepare myself.
I had decided, on the train, that it would probably be good to have sex before dinner, just to kind of get that out of the way, instead of having it hang over us during dinner. So, while MM was in the shower, I stripped my lower half down to my thong and left my bra and shirt on. My shirt matched my thong and bra set perfectly in color. I was on my stomach, with my cell phone in hand, keeping myself entertained, when MM emerged from the shower in a towel. He took one look at my naked ass, and smiled with an expression on his face like, “What do we have here?” All I wanted to do was suck his cock to climax. He ran his hands over my ass cheeks and his cock began to swell from within the towel. I turned around and MM helped me unwrap and remove the towel from his body and my lips immediately went to his cock, eliciting a moan from his lips.
Eventually, he was laying supine on the bed, and my bra and shirt were a puddle on the floor. I sucked his cock and his moans rose and fell like my movements on his erection. I realized I had neglected to pay much attention to other parts of him, so my lips and tongue drifted downward to his balls. His moans grew louder. I took each one into my mouth, suckling them. I lapped at them. I let my tongue drift downward still, licking at his perineum which elicited even more pleasurable moans from him. Farther still, I let my mouth discover his body until my tongue was rimming his asshole. This was met with encouraging groans by him. I licked, sucked and lapped at his balls, perineum and anus. Eventually, I let go of his cock and decided he would be best at manually making himself climax. Besides, I really had other areas of his body to focus on.
The more I pressed my tongue against his asshole, the more he gave me the impression he’d like me to go farther. So, I did. As I licked his perineum and ass, I let my finger gently press against him. He moaned enthusiastically. That was all that I needed. Wet with my saliva, I pushed me middle finger inside him very slowly. I allowed his body to slowly and gently open up to my penetration. The farther my finger slipped inside him, the louder his moans grew, until finally I was pushed to the hilt. I continued to lick his perineum as he stroked his cock. My finger moved back and forth within him gently. Gradually, I picked up the pace, matching his own vigorous stroking with my finger rapidly thrusting into him. My goal was to stimulate his prostate.
It’s a wonderful feeling, to fuck a man’s ass with my finger. The rim of his asshole is tight around the base of my finger, almost rough, but inside, his ass is swollen and soft to the touch. The swell of soft flesh inside him, made me aroused. As he stroked himself, I thrusted into him, hitting this swollen area. His moans grew louder. His anal muscles tightened and released continuously around me. Every time he tightened, his gland swelled larger. I continued to lick and fuck his ass as he stroked. His moans would rise and fall until finally, they rose and rose. His muscles began to tighten up. I began to to get excited. I wanted to make him cum.
His orgasm pulsed through his body with ferocity. His anus rhythmically clenched around my finger. I watched as each spurt of ejaculate landed on his stomach, white trails of liquid intermingling with the dark hair of his body. I smiled. Every time he thought he was done climaxing, one more pulse from his cock, met with a tightening around my finger, released yet another spurt of pleasure. I waited, enjoying the moment, and enjoying the feel of his anus tight around my finger, occasionally pulsing. Only when it seemed the orgasm was finally over, did I slowly slip my finger from his ass.
He had made a mess of himself and I was smiling because I helped create that pleasure-filled mess. He cleaned himself up and not before returning the favor with pleasurable results on my end, did we finally go out for dinner. Both of us sated for the time being. Knowing that when dinner was over and we returned back to the room, we’d be back in bed, fucking once more.
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