I asked him, "so what's your fetish?"
He replied: "ass"
I didn't really think much about it and just dismissed it as just another guy thing. After all, some men are into boobs, legs, feet, and of course, ass.
He likes curves and I was like thinking I could fit that, scratch, I fit that.
He doesn't really chat much but I didn't think it would be a problem as long as his people skills aren't that bad in person. (I'd find out later on that they were much worse.)
We met on a weekday, right after his work. Thankfully, it was a relatively light day for me too. He picked me up from the station and off we went on his car. It was a good 30 minute drive from where he live and we took that time to reacquaint ourselves. (Read: more like me asking again his name, city, etc.) I have to admit I wasn't that interested in him, per se BUT I was interested in people and his Kik profile had this hot af picture and I knew I had to confirm its authenticity.
He answered in short sentences. While I am no expert on communication, this is/was clearly a sign that this night might be a tasking one, in terms of getting responses...I then decided to shift to non-verbal communication.
As he is focused on driving, I decided to just grab his hand. He didn't budge. If any, he clasped his hands around my small hands. Let's call him "Nick". Nick is younger than me (what's new), about 6'3 tall, and has an athletic built. Very typical for a white guy (oops). He also wears this glasses which kind of makes him cute geeky, in a way.
Anyway, I tried to talk more about general and wholesome things. Still getting the short responses. I thought to myself, it's either I'm losing my game, I'm too boring, or he's just too like that. I later found out that I still had my game, I wasn't boring, and well, he was just like THAT.
Nick asked me to slightly open my top. I was wearing a tunic top with zipper in front so I easily opened it to reveal my bra. He then let his hand explore my cleavage. Perhaps it turned him on because at the next stop light, he opened his pants' zipper and then took out his cock. It's a bit hard but not fully. It excited me so I then turned my attention to it. Nick's car isn't tinted but I trusted him when he said his seat is adjusted really low. Hence I decided to release my seat belt and scoot over to suck his cock. It was just okay for his height and size but I expected slightly bigger for an American (oops #2). (I'd later find out it's actually bigger than when in the car).
I went at it until I felt other cars' drivers might be looking at us. He seemed pleased. Of course he should be. I am not #1 for nothing. I'll share #1 later.
As we were on the main highway, Nick made a request. He asked me to show him my ass which you know is impossible if you're on a passenger seat and a semi-tinted car. Nonetheless the thought of doing something new and kind of kinky excited me. As we passed by the toll plaza, I took off my seat belt and started unzipping my denim jeans. Nick then pulled up the partition between him and I. Soon after I took off my jeans, Nick said to for me to kneel and I'm like, what. He told me to face the backseat and assume a kneeling position on my seat. I incredulously looked at him and realized he wasn't kidding; he wasn't forceful either. As if in a trance, I slowly moved my position into a kneeling one and holding on to the seat head rest tightly. I can feel Nick's eyes on me, well not entirely but his peripheral vision was somewhat riveted on me. Then in a soft voice, Nick asked me to pull down my undies.
I was like, what?
He said, "please."
And I did.
I pulled down my undies and what happened next was something no one has ever done to me ever.
I felt Nick's hand on my ass, softly; he's softly caressing them...I arched my back from the softness of his cold hand...a paradox of some sort. Then his fingers were outside of my pussy hole too --- teasing, prodding, testing...
The thought of Nick driving while his finger was inside my pussy (and I'm half naked) on the freeway was enough to give me this heady and exhilarating feeling. Nick continued to softly play with my hole until I felt myself getting wet...
We went at it until we were about to reach the exit.
Once we did, I slowly began putting my clothes on. We finally reached his house. It looked similarly to the house where DG of this story lives. It was comfy and big, clearly evident though that it's a guy's place. Clean enough. He went to the bathroom and I could hear him brushing his teeth as I sat in the big couch and settled myself comfortably. He then went back to the living room and approached me. I stood up and asked him if I could use the shower. He said okay.
I then showered and thought about how this guy and I will have sex. Nothing came to my mind. I wondered what he'll do to me. What's something new about him...
As soon as I stepped out, I already saw Nick naked. He then signaled me to follow him upstairs but before he did, I saw him grab a huge bottle of massage oil and I remembered what he told me earlier: he loves giving massages. As soon as we got to his room, I kind of got the mood on. His bed is huge and the type that people would make passionate love in and not kinky sex. His blinds were closed. Nick is tall but I saw him didn't get in on his bed that easily. He climbed in and I followed soon after.
Nick then went to the side of the bed, placed a towel on his bed, and asked me to be comfy so he could massage me. I have not been asked, uhm enticed, to be massaged in this manner and who am I to deny him of that. Nick luxuriously lathered me with the oil he got taking his sweet time on my ass cheeks. I was thinking to myself: he clearly likes the ass. I then felt him go back to the bed and then position himself behind me. I then felt his hard cock on my body. I can feel it moving...like massaging my body...
And that's when I felt it.
His hardness was ready. I heard him get open condom packet and then...
I moaned.
I felt his hardness come inside me from the most amazing position ever. I was so relaxed. I felt pampered and it was amazing. We continued until he asked me to turn around. With my legs up on his shoulders, he then proceeded to pump on me. I felt myself getting wet, too wet ... It was an awesome feeling.
Then Nick pulled out and that's when he saw blood.
Sorry guys but I had my period and it seems like any action had to be postponed...
Nick and I then showered and that's when I saw how pale he was. He clearly did not like the sight of blood.
I put my bra on and put on a sanitary napkin then went to the living room. He asked if I wanted to watch a movie and I said, sure.
Before we did that though, he asked if he could take pictures of my ass. That has to be a first and well, I obliged.
We then snuggled and watched the movie. He then took me back to my station and I went home...
What an ASS-some night...
What has been a weird request you've encountered? Do share. :D
★ Piper ★
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Friday, April 21, 2017
Sunday, October 9, 2016
Ass-loving Asshole Part 1
I have a backlog of posts but I decided to post this right now.
Let's call him D.G.
He's European and has only been here to where I am for eight weeks.
He's tall, good-looking, middle-aged man (he's 38 and let's just say that he looks his age or maybe slightly older because of his built too). He has piercing blue eyes and it's quite apparent that he has had his own share of women. Not bad, right?
I seldom ask for info about guys I date or I hook up with (To women reading this, do not imitate this!!!). Anyway, I later found out his complete name anyway and complete address.
I met D.G. in an online dating site I have been frequenting these past few months. He's not my type physically, especially if I were to base it on his profile picture there. Clearly not my type but there was something about him that prodded me to send him a message. And I did. He promptly responded and proceeded to ask me what I was looking for in the site. I told him and apparently we are/were on the same page: just someone easy (to be with) and fun. We then exchanged messenger apps details and continued getting to know each other there.
Our conversation was pretty straightforward --- asking about some personal stuff then asking about physical and sexual stuff. Pictures were then sent and the interest was still there and mutual.
What ensued were sexy, provocative, and adult-content type of messages between us. It was cute and sexy. And it was good that he understood that I didn't like cock pics too much --- I'd rather imagine on my own on what's beneath his shirt or underwear.
We agreed to meet on a weekend but perhaps his excitement was too much he begged that we meet on a Friday. I had another thing with some friends but he was willing to wait. He also had a thing with co-workers but he decided he will not join them in the next venue.
It was almost midnight when I finally was on my way to his area. He kept on asking me to "decide now" etc and since I was also somewhat curious as to how he will be in bed and a bit horny too then so I decided I will really go to where he is. I am running low on battery so I only messaged him to confirm that I am indeed on my way and he should pick me up at his station.
I should have taken those messages as a sign of not-so good things yet I did not. I lost count of the number of times I told him that I am running low on battery but I will be there. I switched off my phone and once I checked, a wave of messages from him came again. This time asking why I wasn't replying and whether I will go or not. I told him again that I am on my way and just very low on battery hence I switched it off. I told him that I am like 30 minutes away and already on this train line. He said okay. So I thought that was already clear.
I had to make one more change before his stop so I decided to save my battery again and switch off my phone. I then told myself that I will just switch it on once I am on the line going to his station. I was calm since I (1) already told him I am on my way; (2) he acknowledged it; and (3) he said he will wait for me at the station.
As soon as I got off the previous train line, I practically ran to my last train line which is three stops to his station. As soon as I am seated, I switched on my phone. Like before, I had a long list of messages (which I initially thought might have been mis-sent to me). One message even had a lithany of him talking with his Mom etc. It was later on that I realized he was apologizing why he cannot (or can no longer) pick me up from the station coz of this and that. Of course, I was furious. The nerve of this guy asking me to go a long way and the least thing he could do was fucking pick me up from his station!
I am normally not a very demanding woman but this guy has stretched my patience thin. I then messaged him, "pick me up from the station." I was this close to saying or else I will leave but I am down to my 2% battery plus there were no more trains and I was in a place where I don't know anyone. To make things worse, it started to drizzle. And in my mind, I was like this guy better be fucking good in bed or else...
Since I know that he will be coming from where he lives, I decided to might as well freshen up in the bathroom and take my time. He then sent me a barrage of messages (this guy does not stop, I tell you) giving me instructions etc. I ignored his messages and finally just read them as soon as I'm done with my retouch. He was (again) giving me instructions to start walking to his direction so we could just meet halfway and again I replied tersely that no, I will not walk. I will wait for him at the station. I told him again how it's the least thing he could do especially since my an hour or so travel.
He replied to me if I was complaining. I breathed before I composed my reply. I said, "I travelled all the way here, does it look like I didn't want to be here. Please just pick me up." But then in my mind I was like, fuck you, old asshole. Technically he isn't that old but since I have gotten used to dating younger guys plus my dislike for him at that moment was at an all-time high, I was cursing him in my mind.
He messaged me that he is on his way and he asked me to start walking as well. I sighed. I was already tired and was not in the mood to argue anymore. I then started walking and following some of the steps he said. I also repeatedly asked him where he was. His standard reply: "I am on my way." Defeated, I started walking past the 711 and crossed the small bridge he described. Thinking he lives in one of those buildings nearby, I then sent him another message. He replied: "I am very near and asked where I was." I told him I was already at the end of the bridge. I also messaged him: "I'm tired." He said he is too.
Finally and after what seemed like forever, I get a message from him. "Walk further; I can already see you." And the only thing I saw was a light from a phone and then he seemed to wave it to me. I then slowly walked towards him.
He is taller than I imagined him to be. He said he's 6'1 but my guess is he's probably 6'3. He has an intimidating presence (which had I known then I wouldn't 'bully' him coz he can probably beat my ass anytime lol). As we walked toward his house, there was an initial, awkward silence. He then broke the ice by telling him about his Mom's call. I then proceeded to console him it'll be okay, she'll be okay. I also couldn't help but notice how he kept on looking at me, maybe to find out if I'm fuckable enough or not...LOL
His place (I later found out it's a two-story house) was not so near; maybe around 12 minutes from the station. I normally don't complain with walks but I had a long day not to mention slightly pissed off at him. But what am I to do...His place clearly shows he hasn't been in the country that long, aside from the fact that he lives alone and single.
~to be continued here
★ Piper ★
Let's call him D.G.
He's European and has only been here to where I am for eight weeks.
He's tall, good-looking, middle-aged man (he's 38 and let's just say that he looks his age or maybe slightly older because of his built too). He has piercing blue eyes and it's quite apparent that he has had his own share of women. Not bad, right?
I seldom ask for info about guys I date or I hook up with (To women reading this, do not imitate this!!!). Anyway, I later found out his complete name anyway and complete address.
I met D.G. in an online dating site I have been frequenting these past few months. He's not my type physically, especially if I were to base it on his profile picture there. Clearly not my type but there was something about him that prodded me to send him a message. And I did. He promptly responded and proceeded to ask me what I was looking for in the site. I told him and apparently we are/were on the same page: just someone easy (to be with) and fun. We then exchanged messenger apps details and continued getting to know each other there.
Our conversation was pretty straightforward --- asking about some personal stuff then asking about physical and sexual stuff. Pictures were then sent and the interest was still there and mutual.
What ensued were sexy, provocative, and adult-content type of messages between us. It was cute and sexy. And it was good that he understood that I didn't like cock pics too much --- I'd rather imagine on my own on what's beneath his shirt or underwear.
We agreed to meet on a weekend but perhaps his excitement was too much he begged that we meet on a Friday. I had another thing with some friends but he was willing to wait. He also had a thing with co-workers but he decided he will not join them in the next venue.
It was almost midnight when I finally was on my way to his area. He kept on asking me to "decide now" etc and since I was also somewhat curious as to how he will be in bed and a bit horny too then so I decided I will really go to where he is. I am running low on battery so I only messaged him to confirm that I am indeed on my way and he should pick me up at his station.
I should have taken those messages as a sign of not-so good things yet I did not. I lost count of the number of times I told him that I am running low on battery but I will be there. I switched off my phone and once I checked, a wave of messages from him came again. This time asking why I wasn't replying and whether I will go or not. I told him again that I am on my way and just very low on battery hence I switched it off. I told him that I am like 30 minutes away and already on this train line. He said okay. So I thought that was already clear.
I had to make one more change before his stop so I decided to save my battery again and switch off my phone. I then told myself that I will just switch it on once I am on the line going to his station. I was calm since I (1) already told him I am on my way; (2) he acknowledged it; and (3) he said he will wait for me at the station.
As soon as I got off the previous train line, I practically ran to my last train line which is three stops to his station. As soon as I am seated, I switched on my phone. Like before, I had a long list of messages (which I initially thought might have been mis-sent to me). One message even had a lithany of him talking with his Mom etc. It was later on that I realized he was apologizing why he cannot (or can no longer) pick me up from the station coz of this and that. Of course, I was furious. The nerve of this guy asking me to go a long way and the least thing he could do was fucking pick me up from his station!
I am normally not a very demanding woman but this guy has stretched my patience thin. I then messaged him, "pick me up from the station." I was this close to saying or else I will leave but I am down to my 2% battery plus there were no more trains and I was in a place where I don't know anyone. To make things worse, it started to drizzle. And in my mind, I was like this guy better be fucking good in bed or else...
Since I know that he will be coming from where he lives, I decided to might as well freshen up in the bathroom and take my time. He then sent me a barrage of messages (this guy does not stop, I tell you) giving me instructions etc. I ignored his messages and finally just read them as soon as I'm done with my retouch. He was (again) giving me instructions to start walking to his direction so we could just meet halfway and again I replied tersely that no, I will not walk. I will wait for him at the station. I told him again how it's the least thing he could do especially since my an hour or so travel.
He replied to me if I was complaining. I breathed before I composed my reply. I said, "I travelled all the way here, does it look like I didn't want to be here. Please just pick me up." But then in my mind I was like, fuck you, old asshole. Technically he isn't that old but since I have gotten used to dating younger guys plus my dislike for him at that moment was at an all-time high, I was cursing him in my mind.
He messaged me that he is on his way and he asked me to start walking as well. I sighed. I was already tired and was not in the mood to argue anymore. I then started walking and following some of the steps he said. I also repeatedly asked him where he was. His standard reply: "I am on my way." Defeated, I started walking past the 711 and crossed the small bridge he described. Thinking he lives in one of those buildings nearby, I then sent him another message. He replied: "I am very near and asked where I was." I told him I was already at the end of the bridge. I also messaged him: "I'm tired." He said he is too.
Finally and after what seemed like forever, I get a message from him. "Walk further; I can already see you." And the only thing I saw was a light from a phone and then he seemed to wave it to me. I then slowly walked towards him.
He is taller than I imagined him to be. He said he's 6'1 but my guess is he's probably 6'3. He has an intimidating presence (which had I known then I wouldn't 'bully' him coz he can probably beat my ass anytime lol). As we walked toward his house, there was an initial, awkward silence. He then broke the ice by telling him about his Mom's call. I then proceeded to console him it'll be okay, she'll be okay. I also couldn't help but notice how he kept on looking at me, maybe to find out if I'm fuckable enough or not...LOL
His place (I later found out it's a two-story house) was not so near; maybe around 12 minutes from the station. I normally don't complain with walks but I had a long day not to mention slightly pissed off at him. But what am I to do...His place clearly shows he hasn't been in the country that long, aside from the fact that he lives alone and single.
~to be continued here
★ Piper ★
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