Dear Diary,
I finally met
Steve, the "hot guy on ten". I didn't just meet him,
DD, we just
fucked the entire weekend away. It's a reasonable excuse for being away from
the work of writing about fucking, isn't it?
Friday night
same, same, with Anne, Karen and Jules this week. Tina had the kids and Janice
is still on the west coast. We went to Slice for the fundraiser. Then, quite by
accident, happened by this hole in the wall on Sixth, who happened to be
advertising $1 Shooters on the board outside. I don't even know what it's
called... that's how messy it got.
Well, I know I
need not say more than "dollar shooter", you know me so well. But I
will. We got retardedly drunk. Jules made out with somebody's girlfriend and
got us kicked out before anyone started shooter puking. Probably a blessing in
disguise. Fast forward through the hot dog vendor. More drinks at Candy's where
we partied with some college guys who were too young for any of us to be
grinding on. Drunk dialing to Karen's ex before we could intervene on her drunk
fingers. On and on until finally I had to leave them at Cactus Club, still
grinding on those little boys. When I texted them to ask if it turned into a
wild, young cock orgy they both responded "lol" so I'm still not sure
how it ended.
I made a drunken
decision to walk it off. It was arduous, DD. But I was drunk and determined. To
avoid puking in a cab. I was carrying my heels, staggering and weaving my way
toward my goal. 'Home. Bed. Home. Bed. Home. Bed.' It took me over an hour,
which is actually pretty good "drunk time" compared to some of the
night journeys we've embarked on from the same spot.
Silently
celebrating my upright and fairly timely journey as I turned off Main to walk
up 19th, from somewhere off to my right I heard, "Hey. Hey you! You're
drunk. From my building."
I turned and
walked back to the intersection, looking for the voice that sounded as drunk as
I felt. And it was him, DD. I almost peed. "I'm not drunk from the
building. If I'd stayed there I'd probably be less drunk."
"I'm drunk
from your building," he said, smiling as he walked up beside me. He turned
back the way he had come from, taking my arm and spinning us both in the
direction of 'Home. Bed' my mind piped in before I could stop it. "We're
dancing now. It's not just two drunk people stumbling, we're doing it as a
team."
"Did the
building get you drunk?" I asked. Looking up at him in the drunken
moonlight was almost too much to bear. His touch was electric and so natural.
And he is strong, DD, so very fucking strong.
He looked down
at me, his eyes twinkling with drunkenness and what I hoped was a little lust.
"Damn! What's a pretty little thing like you doing wandering the streets
at this hour? What are you, 25?" I laughed, remembering drunken stumbles
at 25. "24? Are you younger than that?"
"You're
funny. I'm 35-"
"Fuck
off!" he said cutting me off."You're not fucking 35. If you're 35,
I'm still 19. And, Sugar, I am not 19." He laughed as we staggered
together up the hill. "How old are you really?"
I dropped my
shoes as I reached for my purse. As he bent to pick them up I pulled out my ID.
He kneeled there for a second, looking up at me, "License and
registration, please Ma'am. Do you have a permit to have these legs out in
public, Miss?" Then he was blushing like crazy which made him even more
gorgeous.
I reached down
and pulled him up by his free hand. Handing him my ID, I held out my hand for
the shoes but he just took my arm and continued to lead the way. When we
stumbled up to the streetlight he held the card up to his face, "I forgot
my Mag lite tonight." As his eyes focused and he did the math, I saw the
look of shock register on his face. "Fuck, ya right!" he said,
handing me the card. "You really are 35. Nice to meet you, Imma. I'm
Steve. Would you like to see my ID. I can't believe you're 35."
"Are you
old, too, Steve?" I asked laughing as he composed himself again.
"You're not
old, you're hot. Haha, I mean," he blushed again. "I'm 38."
"19
again!" I laughed. "You're pretty all right for 38, too, Steve."
"I don't
look 25 though. Secret Asian genes under those blue eyes or what? I hope you're
not insulted that I thought you were 25," his tone suddenly serious.
"Don't look
so serious, Old Man." I laughed. "I don't really think we're
old."
"Speak for
yourself, Grandma. Okay, gross, sorry."
Laughing and
staggering we made our way up the hill. Maybe it was the light in the lobby but
we sobered a little when we walked into the building. He put my shoes down so I
could step into them. We made our way to the elevators and he gestured me in
ahead of him. I pushed the buttons for my floor and his and leaned against the
back wall to keep from swaying. As the doors closed, he leaned into me and
said, "You should come up and have a drink."
And all of a sudden
I was kissing him, our bodies pinned against each other, hands everywhere. Not
just a sweet peck. Full fledged making out in the elevator, DD. We didn't
notice the elevator stop and the doors open at my floor. When it reached the
tenth floor he led me backwards, still kissing and pawing me, out of the
elevator and down the hall to his condo.
He pushed the
door open with one hand and wrapped the other arm around my waist, lifting me
in and swinging the door shut behind us. Kissing my neck, his hands found their
way under the little black dress I was wearing. His touch was like lightning as
his hands moved all over my bare skin. I dropped my purse on the floor as he
pushed the dress up and lifted it over my head. He pushed me back against the
wall and held my wrists over my head as he kissed me, his tongue doing things I
may not have experienced before that night.
"I can't
believe you're 35, and you're not wearing a bra. Mmm, your tits are so
perfect," he whispered, moving his mouth down my neck to my hard nipple.
All I could do was moan as held me there against the wall and sucked my
nipples. His other hand still roaming everywhere, slid over my ass and he
pulled me against him. He let go of my wrists as he moved his mouth down my
stomach, before finally kneeling in front of me. Kissing my hips and tummy, his
hands running over my entire body until they reached my black lace panties and
slowly slid them down.
His kisses
became bites. Not hard but hard enough. His hands kept moving everywhere,
across my tits, squeezing and pinching my nipples, sliding up and down my legs,
across my ass, back, neck, torso. He kept nibbling at me until he reached my
inner thigh, forcing my legs wider as he pushed his mouth against my dripping
wet pussy. "Oh God." he mumbled, his tongue darting out to taste me,
his arm around my hips pulling me closer.
"Oh fuck,
Imma, you taste so good," he mumbled from between my legs. His tongue was
working my clit like it was the last time it might happen as I stood over him
moaning, leaning into his face. As he sucked my clit he slid his thumb deep in
my pussy. He wrapped his fingers around my ass cheek as his thumb slid in and
out slowly but firmly. His kisses moved from my clit, across my legs and hips,
up my stomach, across my tits, my neck until his strong lips were kissing my
mouth again.
He continued to
move his thumb in and out as he kissed me deeply. "You're fucking amazing,
Imma. Mmm, so so perfect." I could feel his hard cock against my hip as
his body moved with mine. I could taste my pussy on his mouth. My arms were
around him and under his shirt I could feel his perfect muscles' perfect
movement as he slid his thumb in and out of my wet pussy. Our lips and tongues
moved together as he thrust harder and faster with each stroke until I was
standing on tiptoe. His other hand on my lower back feeling the rhythm of my
body as I succumbed to his thumb. His lips and teeth were on my neck as I came.
I threw my head back and cried out as the orgasm shook my entire body, my pussy
squeezing around his thumb as he thrust it deep, holding me in place as I stood
there and writhed on his hand
My cock is getting hard.
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