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Alpina's blog post - What Really Happened in the Hotel
| Thursday, February 9, 2006, 2:20:28 PM |
Thanks for your responses, flcamfan and quarterinch, they teach me that the man is and will remain an enigma to me, and that it seems to be so much easier to enjoy a man than to really understand him. What happened during our holidays was that on Wednesday Tanja said that tonight it was time for some meat between her teeth again. I could do with a bite too, I answered, little knowing that she didn't speak about dinner but that this was her lingo for what she loves doing to guys when it overcomes her. We went out dancing, drank a little, met two sweet students of medicine in their late 20s, had a whale of a time and laughed a lot and before the rural disco closed Tanja asked them if after all that drinking they were still fit enough for a good erection because we two girls were definitely having further plans with them. Only then I fully understood ... and was embarrassed for about two seconds, and for two more seconds I was sure I could not do that. But for two further seconds I saw Phillip before my eyes, lying on top of a security chick who had nothing on but a pair of black stockings and her holster with a loaded gun (he likes them that way ...)and then my mind was made up - don't say I didn't fight temptation ... I did it for full six seconds, didn't I? And then I felt this little pain deep inside me that usually breaks all dams and brings on the floods ... The act itself was .... well, satisfactory. There was neither a foursome, nor swapping partners half way, but we left for our and their bedrooms, each with the guy we had danced with most. The attractive thing was that he was 10 years younger and fit, trim and well-built, although not particularly well-endowed, on the other hand he was fairly inexperienced and clumsy, and the fact that he had the chance to fuck an older woman made him shoot before he was totally out of his jeans (I say: men ...) Fortunately younger people have some stamina and don't need long breaks, and a pair of warm lips do wonder at resurrection, so I did get what I felt like after all ... which was a quiet little orgasm to set my body at rest. Telling this here, I feel the little pain again right now which makes my fluids rise - tomorrow morning Phillip will leave and it's going to be the last night to sleep in his arms for a time. So there is one thing of which I am dead certain: Tonight I will not settle for a quiet little affair ... |
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