My first meeting with M in 2 Months

M called me out of the blue early on Monday. He hadn’t called me for ages and explained that his partners father had recently passed-away quite suddenly and unexpectedly. That had meant a rather trying time over the past six weeks as his partner had taken it quite badly. He asked if we could meet for lunch so I agreed to see him on Tuesday.

We spent most of the hour talking about his partners loss and how difficult it had been for her. M told me he loved my new hairstyle and that I looked absolutely stunning (even though I felt I was dressed quite normally and conservatively). He said he’d missed not seeing me and was desperate to get together. He asked if I could meet him on Friday evening, but I told him that Fridays were not possible for me as it was our end-of-week family night. When I got home that evening and told J though, he said I should call M back and say I could see him. I told J I didn’t really want to do that but I would think about it.

So . . . I eventually did call M, and told him I would see him on Friday but that I couldn’t stay out all night. He said that would be fine and we arranged to meet at our normal Italian.
He was waiting for me when I arrived. We had a nice meal and chatted all through without either of us once mentioning how we felt the evening should end. It was almost like a “first-date” again, and I certainly felt nervous and not quite myself. He took me rather by surprise though when he finally said “Drink-up and let’s make a move”. I reminded him that I’d told him I had to be going home and he replied that he knew that, and that as his partner was staying with her mother for the night, we could go back to their apartment for a while and he would get me a taxi home.

On the first occasion I’d gone to their flat, I’d felt quite assertive and almost defiantly provocative. This time though I didn’t feel in the right mood and even a little awkward as we stood in their kitchen whilst he poured some drinks. He turned and started kissing me and said “let’s have a bath together”. He led me round to the bathroom and started running the water into their large corner-shaped bath. We stood kissing again and then he pulled away and began to undress. I was still just standing there as he took his clothes off and turned-back to adjust the bath. He has a nice body and he was already semi-hard and his cock was wobbling and swaying from side to side as he moved around. I felt it rubbing against me as he came back to me and started to undress me. I began to feel a little more responsive as he gently kissed and sucked on my nipples . . . and then as he suddenly gasped in excitement as he pulled my knickers down over my hips, I remembered he hadn’t seen my “completely bare look”. He was saying “Oh, that’s fantastic, when did you do that?” and I opened my legs a little as he first kissed and then started stroking me with his hands. “God it’s smooth, incredible”. He stood up to kiss me and I could feel his cock was completely hard now, standing fully-erect against my tummy. He was running his hands all over me and getting quite carried away.

I stepped around him and told him I definitely needed that bath after a busy day at work. Their bath was much, much larger than ours and I enjoyed sliding down into the water and then having to only sit-up slightly as he stepped-in to join me. I liked looking at his body, with his cock swaying about as he climbed in. He was asking me questions about how I’d done my fanny and was still caressing my breasts and trying to slide his hands down to my pussy as we sat together in the bath. I felt much more at ease now as I stretched out my legs on either side of him and sipped on the large glass of wine that he’d brought from the kitchen. M was more intent on trying to play rather than relaxing and soaking though, and I was trying to ask him just to slow down a bit and let me enjoy the relaxing moment in his wonderful bath. I was trying to ask him about the layout and design of the bathroom and kitchen and living area of their flat and he was asking me about my waxing and how long I’d had it and how long it lasted. We were laughing and teasing each other now and he was trying to position himself underneath my legs and hips so that he could pull me onto him. I told him I didn’t really find it enjoyable though, so he stood up and stepped out of the bath to get the towels. He was still admiring my pussy as we dried ourselves and he led me to the bedroom.

Everything was happening so quickly now and I found myself on my back with him standing at the edge of the bed lifting my legs up and apart and rubbing his cock over my pussy. He was telling me how smooth it felt and I began to feel myself getting more aroused, especially when he leant forward and started sucking on my nipples. I had my legs around his hips now and felt his cock pushing into me. He was still standing at the edge of the bed and straightened up to grip my legs as he began to push into me with stronger strokes. I was gasping with the force of his thrusts and I could feel him now grasping the soles of my feet as he pumped harder and faster into me. He was spreading my legs wider apart and gasping loudly himself now as he continued pumping into me. His thrusts were actually quite fast and aggressive and I wasn’t finding it as arousing now as I had at first. I wanted to try and adjust my position but he had now slid his hands down onto my hips, lifting me up from the bed and pumping harder and faster. I wanted to ask him to slow down and lift me more back onto the middle of the bed, but he suddenly pulled out and with loud gasps and as I looked down at him at that moment there was a sudden spurt of come which shot straight up into my face. He was crying out with grunts and groans and more spurts splashed onto my neck and chest and as I opened my eyes again and looked down at him I could see him holding his cock and more come dribbling out and running down over his fingers.

I lifted myself up onto my elbows whilst he recovered and indicated that there was a box of tissues on the bedside table. I started to clean myself up, realising I had his come in my hair as well as over my cheek and neck. He still continued to stand holding himself while I wiped my neck and chest and tummy. Then I handed him a fresh handful of tissues as he’d recovered enough to sit down on the edge of the bed and lean back to clean himself. I lay back down on the bed as he snuggled up into my side and then began stroking inside my thighs, but I’d lost my momentum and lifted his hand away asking him instead just to cuddle me for a few minutes. He was telling me how he’d been dreaming for weeks of being back inside me, and how sensational I looked with my trim pussy. He was still trying to fondle and arouse me, but I’d completely lost my mood now and was even feeling a little uneasy about actually being there at all. It didn’t seem quite right. I apologised for not being in my usual mood and told him I really had to go home as it was quite a journey right across London, even at such a late hour. He was pleading with me to stay, or even just to stay longer . . . But I was feeling more and more out-of-place, so he reluctantly agreed that he would call me a taxi.

He made me coffee whilst we waited and promised that next time he would book a hotel again for us. But I explained that it wasn’t just that I was in their apartment, I just wasn’t quite feeling my normal self.

I texted J from the cab on my way home and a few minutes later he phoned to ask where I was and how it had been. I explained the cab still wasn’t even halfway home yet . . . But I could tell he was quite excited about the fact he would be seeing me. On every other occasion I’d been out with M, I’d stayed out all night. I knew he’d be waiting on the sofa for me, in a state of excitement like he normally was whenever I’d been out with S.

The taxi actually made quite good time and I arrived home before 1 p.m. which was even earlier than I’d been home from most of evenings with S. I walked into the front room to find J sitting naked on the sofa. I collapsed down beside him telling him I actually hadn’t enjoyed my evening much at all. He was trying to undress me straight away, so that made me even more annoyed . . . but he quickly realised that I wasn’t in the right mood. So he sat back and handed me a glass of wine and asked me what was wrong. We talked for ages, finishing the bottle of wine and just cuddling as I explained it had all been a bit of a rush, and I hadn’t really felt at ease being in their flat.

Normally I find myself getting aroused all over again when I tell J the events of my evenings, and I find it even more arousing when I see how stimulated and excited he becomes, but this time it wasn’t the same. I apologised for spoiling the first evening he’d had a chance to welcome me home from a meeting with M, but he just cuddled me and we ended up going up to bed and just snuggling up together before falling asleep.

I love J so much, and woke-up in the morning wanting to make it up to him, and apologising for letting him down. He was wonderful and I started stroking him and telling him I was feeling much more in the mood now . . . when . . . we were interrupted by my son calling out from the bathroom reminding us that we had the summer fair to get ready for !!!