I worked an extra long, tough day on Friday. Barrel Chest kept texting yesterday so I wandered over to his place for a shower and a rubdown. We drank wine out of coffee mugs in his empty living room (he just never bought wineglasses or furniture), and then he fingered me to a glorious soapy orgasm in the shower, slipping his cock into me when I “dropped the soap.” I scolded him for doing it with no condom, but I couldn’t resist moaning and squeezing my kegels to grip him. He apologized for being a bad boy and then hurriedly rinsed the shampoo out of my hair, urging me out of the tub.
He kissed my body at every opportunity while I toweled off (which here means I pranced naked around him and used my towel as an excuse to pose in various pin-up positions). We had a lengthy conversation about our religious and anthropological beliefs during which I teased him incessantly, licking wine off my fingers and readjusting my towel to give him glimpses of skin. When he’d been teased enough he ordered me into the bedroom where he dove between my thighs and ravished my pussy for two full hours, restraining me from any real reciprocation. I was having a little trouble relaxing enough to come, and when I closed my eyes the Consultant popped into my head. A tear came to my eye as I realized I missed his body. I missed the way he touched me and his incredible, perfect cock. I felt such pressure to come for Barrel Chest that I let myself sink into the fantasy… And once I had lost myself in it I almost immediately felt my muscles flex and contract. I had to restrain myself from screaming the Consultant’s name. Barrel jerked off onto my belly during my post-orgasmic squirming again. I felt a little funny about not doing any of the work, but he assured me that he liked it this way. Mmm, fetishy.
I woke at 7:30 am and, weirdly, suddenly felt disgusted by all his body hair. I scurried to the bathroom, feeling nauseous, but I was fine once I wasn’t touching him anymore. I got dressed, then tiptoed to the bedroom, whispering that I had stuff to do. Despite his protests I blew him a kiss, waved goodbye and hurried out the door toute de suite.
I don’t really know what came over me. I had been able to overlook it before; why was it that the morning brought a very physical reaction to it? It’s perfectly normal anyway… So what was my problem? That, combined with my brain substituting someone I’m desperately (inexplicably) attracted to just so I could come…well I think it just means I’m not attracted to this guy. It’s a shame, because he’s really on my leash.
Oh well; if he calls I’ll probably go to him regardless…he has this weird, completely unsexy appeal. But if he doesn’t I have a few tricks up my sleeve yet. I met someone on a dating site (a mite bit more respectable than the CL ads) who is all about the non-monogamy. He’s terribly interesting and cute, so I’m going to give it a shot. I also went on a first date with a woman last night (it was fun, but very friendly, so we’ll see how it goes) and have another two boys possibly on the line…possibly. Alors, I’m turning into a regular farmer, cultivating sex partners all over the place!
At least I’m trying…it’s a lot more work than I thought it would be.
