Members' Entry 515

Weekend Fling Part 3

Now onto nights 2 & 4 (night three was spent recovering)... On Thursday evening I had a first date with Z. I met him after rehearsal and we tried to find a place to have a coffee. We were in Old Montreal and everything was closed in the neighbourhood. We talked as we walked and I totally noticed how he would step into the street when we encountered people coming towards us from the opposite direction – letting them pass and letting me stay on the sidewalk. A cool move. It is the little things, I tell ya. Finally, we found a pub and had a drink instead of coffee. It was getting to know you time which is really an interesting thing to do when you have already had sex. A little mixed up, but that is how I roll (oh dear god did I just type that?— I crack myself up). Z had read my FAQ and other stuff on my website so I think he had a good sense of who I am. Plus, I am more than a little comfortable sharing (maybe oversharing) about the personal stuff. I think laying out so much of my life on the web has resulted in this. In any case, I definitely wanted to know more about him so I made a point of asking him questions but trying not to make it seems like a census. Too bad not everyone has their own website for reference purposes. While we were sitting there I realized that I had been all confident the night before when it was sexual, but when it came down to the current social situation I was feeling shy. Sure, I was divulging all sorts of personal things about myself, but my body language was telling a whole other story. I had trouble maintaining eye contact— I think part of that was due to the fact that I was feeling vulnerable and I didn’t want him to know how attracted I was to him, been burned before, was afraid of rejection, was afraid of being — you name it. This apprehension may have made sense given past experiences, but was not an issue this time around. We were clicking. After about 30 minutes the waiter came over and said we had to settle our tab because they were closing at 11pm. This shocked me. Montreal’s nightlife normally doesn’t even start until midnight, but I guess being in Old Montreal the pub has a different schedule. Since it was still early in my books and I wanted to spend some more time with him I suggested we go to a pub in the downtown area. It was a Thursday and it would be hopping with activity. Weirdly, it wasn’t and we found ourselves with our choice of tables (I think everyone was partied out from Halloween). We grabbed one in the corner and settled in for more chatting and lots of lingering touches and kisses. I'm not big on public displays of affection (more shyness issues), but it was such a sweet rush to kiss him that I didn’t care if we were putting on a show. Sitting there with him, stroking his leg, having him lean in for a kiss— well, it was really, really nice. It was also really frustrating. The sexual tension was building with each touch, each look. We needed to come up with a plan of action. I suggested a hotel. We were a little ways from the pay by the hour ones that I am familiar with (I just love those mirrored walls), so we went with a clean, basic one not too far away. When we got to the room we went straight for each other. Clothes came off and some amazing sex began. It was not one of those clumsy, awkward experiences. Every move flowed into the other and I got off many times. At one point he got up to get me some water and I asked him to stand there for a bit. I wanted to take in the sight of him. Sure, it was a little objectifying, but I was (am) really aroused by his physique. He has this broadness that I find so attractive in a man. He looked amazing standing still and even more so when he was on top of me with his hands propping himself up as he fucked me. There were two rounds and then it was really, really late. Almost morning. We settled into sleep— not something I can typically do. I am usually too hyped up to properly relax when I sleep with a new person. I get super conscious of every move I make and distracted by their breathing. But I must say feeling his naked skin next to mine was pretty awesome. In fact, when three or so hours had passed I kind of jumped him. Too much of a temptation. I gave him head until he came and then he went down on me until I did. Delicious. I did not end up seeing Z on Friday. He had to see some friends and I had to work and rehearse. We did a little text messaging and made tentative plans to see each other Saturday night. I met him at around 10:30pm. I had taken a cab and as I stopped on the corner where we were to meet I checked him out as I settled my fare. He was looking relaxed and sweet as he leaned on the wall of the building. I waved at him and he nodded back and came to the door of the cab to meet me. Then we headed north on the Metro to hit an erotic zine launch party a friend of mine was hosting. There were stolen kisses and hand-holding along the way. Again I could not have cared less who saw us. The place was small and packed. He being so tall I thought it best if we find a spot in the back to watch the band that was playing. The crowdedness created the need for us to stand very close together up against a wall and have that amazing build-up of sexual tension once again. Sure, I was ready to fuck him the moment I saw him, but I really enjoyed that build-up. It was one reason I wanted to go out with him to this party. I like how public situations force you to focus on less explicit acts, body language and observing your date as they do little things. This event had a sexy theme to it and people were encouraged to hang out in their underwear. I had come prepared. I was wearing fishnets and frilly panties. Not many people were stripping down though. I think the crowd being as thick as it was did not encourage any exhibitionism. I know I felt a little less inclined because of it. But then a few people began to leave and it was easier to move around. The DJ was playing some good tunes and I decided it was time for me to take off my pants. I stood a few steps from my fellow and took them off. Then I heard the song Too Drunk To Fuck by the Dead Kennedys and I began to dance around (I do a burlesque number to the Nouvelle Vague version of this song). I was not intending to give a show - it was very, very spontaneous and likely goofy, but Z told me later that he really liked what he saw. A little after midnight we went back to the hotel. This time we got a better room (less noisy), but what we did was much the same. Well, actually the acts might have been similar, but I found the experience even better. There was a little more intimacy and intensity. It crossed my mind more than once that he was leaving the next day and this night would be our last 69, our last orgasm, etc... I tried not to think of it and just enjoy the present moment. A good exercise for me. We had sex twice that night and then another time in the morning. I am very visual when I fuck and I like to kiss a lot (at least when I feel this kind of passion and attraction) so I was happy when I was on top or he was. He also did this neat side sex position (I find it most interesting how every pairing has a different optimal side sex position because of how our different bodies fit). I also really enjoy getting it from behind (and he seemed to enjoy giving it to me), but it made me wish for mirrors so I could watch him fuck me that way. I imagine what his body looked like with mine and it makes me, well, very wet. The next morning we showered together (just as we had on the Thursday date). I loved getting wet with him. It was a little tight in the shower so that gave me plenty of opportunity to be close to him. I got to really appreciate our height difference because I was able to kiss his chest and had to get on my tippy toes to reach his lips. Plus, I got to rub my breasts against his very nicely toned stomach (another long-standing turn on of mine). After a quick breakfast, we had to part ways. We took the Metro once again and shared a smile or two over how we both thought the time we spent was special. It was not melodramatic or sentimental, but I think we both * got it *. We kissed quite a bit as we went from stop to stop until we got to his. Then he was gone. We plan on staying in touch. I totally want to know how the rest of his travels go. By the spring of 2008, he will have seen and done quite a bit. It should be rather amazing. But I also want to stay in touch because I’d love to see what becomes of him. He really treated me well. Made me feel special. Not in a precious way. Not in a superficial way. It felt authentic – just what I needed. I hope I did the same. Z had this great guy — a bit of bravado and a bunch of enthusiasm. But he also was really respectful and kind. Throw in his sexual verve and he is quite the package. So, I am curious about what kind of man he will become and hope whomever he ends up being with, be it for a night or a lifetime, knows she has someone special. OK, that is a bit sentimental. But that is how I roll. Corny and sentimental. And if you were kind enough to read all of that (especially all three entries), you deserve a little treat. Here is a pic we shot together. We shot video too which was so I raw and hot— if I do say so myself. It was interesting shooting porn with someone without the intention of showing it on my site. It only crossed my mind later when he and I were looking at it that I might be able to post it. He said he was cool with it so here it is.