Second Dates Are Easier

I have about ten days of freedom from my parental responsibilities while my daughter goes on vacation with her other mom.  I'm trying to make sure I stay busy.  I set up a date with "Don" (from Mr. First-time) for Saturday night.  His daughter was going to be at his place for the Fathers Day weekend, so we would do something in my part of town again and then head back to my house for the night instead of a hotel room.  I looked around at some options for entertaining ourselves and found a few things that I knew he would like.   I didn't care much what we did, I just wanted to have some time with him, as he really makes me feel like a woman.  He's older, more mature, acts like a true gentleman, and treats me entirely like a lady, especially in bed.  He says that I'm beautiful and having my little secret between us is very erotic to him.

He picked me up at my house, and we went to a game for one of the local semi-pro sports teams.  He knew all about the sport, and I knew very little.  As we watched, he educated me as to the mathematical nature of the game, which is the best way for me to understand something.  I enjoyed his company and made sure to always be touching him in some way whenever possible, without being clingy.  I'd make sure my arm was lightly touching his when we were in our stadium seats.  When we walked around and found the beer garden, I make sure to sit with my hip touching his and listened closely as he explained more of the game.  I wanted him to know that I felt comfortable with him, and enjoyed his presence, even though I may still be somewhat awkward with the details.  All these years with no affection has done me no good.

We left the game early as it was getting late and we had our own plans.  On the way home, I found out that he was much older than I thought, and older than my dad by a couple of years.  I didn't care at this point, but it was still somewhat of a shock.  We went back to my house and sat on the couch together to talk some more. After a couple of beers and some chitchat, I suggested that we move to the bedroom.  We sat on my bed and kissed and touched each other.  His hand went up my running skirt/shorts thing and started rubbing at my crotch.  His other hand went up my shirt and began fondling my breast.  I kissed his neck and sucked on his earlobe while he did so.  After a few minutes, we peeled off our clothes and continued our explorations.

He rolled me onto my back and put his face in my crotch.  He licked and kissed my vulva up and down, nibbling at my labia and clitoris.  He seems to have kind of a wide tongued technique, which I don't think is precise enough to work very well with my pencil eraser sized clit.  The nibbling was nice, but sometimes a bit too much, although I just endured as overall it was quite pleasurable.  "I'd love it if you made me come like that."  "Sure baby, I can do that."  He licked and kissed for several minutes before I felt an orgasm starting to build.  I had a nice soft, rolling kind of orgasm that sort of washed over me without grabbing a hold of me like my Magic Wand does.

I thought this might happen, all of these sensations are new, and my mind isn't entirely sure how to map all of the inputs.  When I take care of myself, it's either my own hand or something in my hand as an extension of myself, so I can be very precise and know exactly what is being touched and how.  I think it may take some practice at relaxing and just enjoying the cunnilingus, paying attention to my body and how it is being touched.  I'm also probably not as sensitive as most women, since all of the nerve endings have been rearranged and some genital tissue is lost in the surgical process.  Some things feel somewhat muted, although I seem to be getting more sensitive of late.  My boobs also seem to be growing again, as both of my nipples have inverted recently, indicating the tissues around them are gaining mass.  Maybe sexual activity is an important part of the physical transition, to give the body some clues about what it needs to continue developing.

After I came, we rolled over and I gave him the best head I had to offer.  I worshiped his cock like it was my pagan god.  I licked and nibbled and sucked and pulled every inch of his manhood in every combination I could imagine.  I built up a lot of momentum, then pulled my mouth away, blew lightly on the underside of his shaft, and began kissing and licking the insides of his thighs and shaved pubic area.  Circling his groin, nibbling at his scrotum and suckling at his jewels, occasionally blowing on the head of his cock, but not touching it, making his dick stand at full attention with anticipation.  I then quickly took his entire length into my mouth and started voraciously sucking and bobbing my head.  Tonguing the underside of his shaft as I pulled away with my lips tightly wrapped around him, fingers pulling the skin from my forceful suction, lightly raking my teeth across his glans, then diving down to full depth to repeat the cycle.  When I came up for air, he pulled me up and kissed me deeply.  "You're going to kill an old man like that, oh my god."

I've always had a serious oral fixation, and all of my lovers have concurred.  I can give head until they can't stand it anymore.  I once gave my ex a Kundalini experience while eating her out.  She thought she was done after the first orgasm, but I told her to just hang on.  Each of the six following orgasms built in intensity, although some lasted longer than others.  She twitched and jerked and cried out and tried for all her might to push me away at times.  I had a lock on her thighs like my life depended on it.  I licked and sucked and nibbled at her clit while fingering her from every direction until I found what I now know was her g-spot.  After her seventh orgasm, she sat bolt upright, pulled my head up by the ears, kissed me all the way to my tonsils and hugged me tighter than she ever had.  I held her like a vice as she twitched and spasmed, moaning and crying, tears pouring from her eyes.  Minutes later when she could somewhat function again, she said "I just saw God.  I think all of my chakras popped open."

"Don" could also take no more, and rolled me over to ravish me with his lance.  "Baby, do you mind if we use a condom this time?  I got caught up in the moment and forgot last time."  "Sure hon."  "Cool, they're in the nightstand drawer with the lube."  He quickly sheathed himself and we went at it like coked up monkeys.  His favorite position seems to be on his knees with my legs up and my ass resting on his thighs.  We started and finished this way.  In between, I rode on top of him like a wild stallion, while moaning and deeply sighing.  I undulated my hips, vagina squeezing his cock at it's deepest point, both because he really seemed to like it and it helps me not bottom out painfully.  I really think I'm going to talk to a surgeon about gaining a couple inches of depth, I must have lost a bit since my op, but I was never very deep to begin with.  Again he asked if I was trying to kill him, his eyes rolling back in his head, his hands barely able to grope my tits.  Pulling me down for a kiss, he rolled me off of him and pulled me back into his favorite position. He began pistoning in and out of my cunt, my feet resting on his biceps, pushing my limits to the max.  "You're squeezing me with your pussy again, it feels so damn good" "Are you going to come for me baby?"  "Oh, yeah, ugh, ungh, hnnngh, oh, oh, yeah, oh my god, yeah, oh, damn you're good."

I was still somewhat wound up, but tired and had to go to the bathroom really bad.  I wasn't sure if he could pull another orgasm out of me anyway, he was spent and I was somewhat raw.  More lube next time.  He tossed the condom in the toilet and flushed.  Don't guys know that's bad for the plumbing?  I'll have to put some Draino down the commode to make sure it dissolves.

We laid in my bed next to each other, chatting about this and that, enjoying holding each other close.  He started to doze off and I started to get a calf cramp.  I excused myself to walk off my cramp and let the dogs out.  I sat in front of my computer and vaporized a little bit of herb to help me sleep.  My excitement was trying to keep me awake, so it took several hits.  I successfully cleaned and prepared my home to have a man spend the night, a major milestone in my journey towards complete sexual actualization.  In the morning while he showered, I rolled over into the warm spot he left in my bed, smelling his scent on my pillow.  He slept in my usual spot, and since that night, I've enjoyed sleeping in it even more than usual.

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