It’s only Saturday lunchtime and this weekend is amazing already! Last night at the office I decided to surprise Kieran, knowing how much he was into these boots, so on the way out I went into the bathroom and took off my dress and put my coat back on over it. Yes, that’s right: I just had a coat and boots. Then I walked back out and had to say goodnight to a couple of people on the way through, because I was wearing almost nothing in the office and could feel my face turning red already.
But of course one of those people had to be Ha, and she was dragging a couple of people to the pub and we were going the same way, and she told me I had to come for a drink. I said I couldn’t because I was meeting someone, and Ha made some joke about my boyfriend being more important than her work friends, and then she leant towards me and said “and if you don’t I’ll tell them what you’re not wearing under that coat”, because she’d already worked it out. The cow! I said “You wouldn’t!” but she just raised her eyebrows, because we both know she would.
So I ended up in the pub, clutching my coat to my chest with a gin and tonic in my hand and Ha kept on saying I might as well take my coat off and I kept on frowning at her, until it became a standing joke, then Helen looked between us and worked out something was going on but hopefully not what.
At least I got out of there quickly and was at Kieran’s by eight. He’d ordered a takeaway and, well, there was a knock at the door just as I was standing in his hallway with my coat on the floor and his arms around me. He dared me to answer it, but that wasn’t going to happen, so the takeaway turned up and I was already nude and we were both gagging for sex but ate dinner instead. I can’t remember a thing I had, but I do remember that Kieran had me for dessert, working magic with his tongue again. I’d wear those boots, and nothing but those boots, every single day of my life if that’s what happened.
Well, I had the most intense orgasm, and we cuddled a bit and he wanted to get started again, because he was like a stick of rock in his trousers. And, guess what? I gave my first blow job in over five years. I hate that word, because it’s not really a job… But last time I did it I didn’t really want to. It wasn’t rape or anything, but looking back I didn’t want to have sex with the guy so I did that instead, rather than make him feel bad by rejecting him. Stupid, because I didn’t enjoy it and it put me off completely.
This time was different, because all the fun was feeling how Kieran reacted to my lips wrapped around his cock. And boy does that thing feel big when it’s in my mouth! I don’t think he’s bigger or smaller than average, and I’ve heard they’re all pretty similar when “inflated” (I know that’s not the right word). But I actually enjoyed it, teasing him and feeling his legs wrap around me as he lost control of himself. He went to put his hand on my neck, and then I’d do something and he’d just go limp (apart from there) and I’d be so completely in control that you wouldn’t believe he was seven or eight inches taller than me.
And to answer the big question: spit or swallow? To be honest, it was a bit of a surprise, so it was either swallow or gag. I didn’t realise that they could all taste different, because last time I ducked out at the first sign of anything happening. But I made such a loud gulping noise, and I think it really turned Kieran on because I almost got stabbed in the throat. I mean: are they sure there’s not a bone in there? I don’t get the physiology of it, but I’m glad it happens.
We cuddled up on the sofa after that, with me still naked (but I took the boots off), and he was too exhausted for more by the time we went to bed. I kind of liked just hanging out nude and not having sex again.
But then I also liked having sex in the morning too. It’s one of the few times that we’re both naked, which makes it sound kind of odd now. Or is it? You tell me.