flashback 2008
I had been single for exactly a month at this point.... I was totally set up now, I had my own place, where no one came without an invitation, no one dropped in, there was a buzzer that had to be buzzed and answered for the main door to open.... I didn't open it often. I wanted my privacy and my own time to walk around naked, without my kids running out of the room screaming, without neighbours closing their drapes and my ex husband thinking naked automatically meant sex. I think I could be a nudist/naturalist if I looked better in the bright unforgiving sunlight. I love to be naked, in the shower .. obviously, in the pool, hot tub, lake or ocean.. I think any type of clothing really drags down my speed dog paddling time when I tying to get back to the dock or shore is something underneath the water has touched me.......eeeeeeeeeeeeek. So quite naturally the nudism moves through the the whole apartment, the shower is really close to the bedroom, where I need to get my clothes, then sometimes in the journey from the shower to the bedroom I get thirsty, so I go to the kitchen, then I end up making a sandwich or something.... then I do what I have never done with my children..... I eat in front of the tv... omg! so all of a sudden you have a single naked woman eating a tuna sandwich, having a glass of wine and watching tv.....naked... IF someone just dropped in.... it would look odd to them but only because they don't understand the process it took me to get there.
I was enjoying my new single life tremendously, my business was doing well, my online dating profiles were trolling even when I wasn't online, my bottom drawer of my file cabinet in my office had its fill of multi-coloured, multi-sized condoms, as does my night side table in my bedroom and the end table in my living room. :) I had officially broken my 27 yr dating slump and had had my first date...horrible as it was. So I started making a list of rules to live by that I would share with anyone who wanted to listen to them...
Rule number 1: don’t meet for the first time over dinner.
Rule number 2: look for a back door for a quick exit.
Rule number 3: develop a strategy to change the subject quickly.
Rule number 4: if in their picture they are smiling with a closed mouth: they have bad teeth!
Rule number 5 repeated: Trust no one.
Rule number 6: never waste time talking online with anyone without a picture, we try as women to be kind and nurturing and non-judgemental but you know what? I'm tired of spending my precious pre-dating time talking to someone I've never seen then finally they send a pic and you cringe because there is no way you are attracted to that person.... then you feel awful when you have to say good bye, they know it was because they sent the pic and you don't like the 'look' of them.. that is so mean. So #6 is picture first then chat... blah, blah, blah...shallow, yes, but there is no sense meeting someone that you are not attracted to, it doesn't make any sense to me, correct me if I'm wrong.
My next date was this crazy guy from Turkey living in Toronto. I say crazy that in the kindest, sweetest sense. We had talked online for a few weeks, there was a slight language barrier but it made it fun and he couldn’t wait to meet, so he drove out to see me. Try giving directions to a Turkish fellow from Istanbul living in Toronto with family and have him drive out to the country at night. I was very clear on how to get to me, he heard something completely different. I was going to work until he got into my office, I didn't ever meet people in my home until I had seen them a few times. It was a Friday nite, everyone had gone home for the weekend, I was working away at my desk.. the call was expected... "Hello is this Jane"... yes I said... "Hello this is Alex from Toronto, I am very lost and it is very dark where I am... do you know where I am"?....... lol "well not exactly Alex, there is a lot of dark places around here, my guess is you've driven too far north, turn around and drive until you see something, then I can tell you where are"...."ok, Jane, but can you stay on the phone with me, I've never been this far from Toronto before"... "yes Alex I'll stay on the phone"..... I talked to him all the way back south to my office, he drove into the parking lot, closed his door, locked it, checked that it was locked, then checked again that it was locked. This fellow was terrified of me being an axe murderer, then me stealing his car. But, damn he was so adorable in person, taller than I expected, longish dark curly hair and just the right amount of a beard stubble to be sexy. Oh and .... he works out. I am such a sucker for a man with a great body.
He was so relieved to see me, he walked straight up to me, "hello Jane"... put his arms around me and hugged me and hugged me and hugged me. He slowly leaned down to kiss me, we kisssed out there for about 1/2 hour. I led him back into my lair and locked the door behind him.
Very quickly we realized a) we were both very horny and b) we were very attracted to each other. He peeled my clothes off so quickly I looked around to see if there were judges there to give him points for technique and speed. We found that A went into B perfectly and it felt so damn good, the receptionists desk was a perfect height. I quickly, but smartly cleared away some files that would be opened again on Monday, no sense in making a mess that I would have to pay someone to clean up, I was horny but I was stupid... not yet anyway. We fell in a naked heap onto the floor to gather our thoughts and find a bottle or two of water. We chatted for about 30 minutes or so about what he was doing here in Canada and what he hoped to accomplish while he was here. He wanted to see my office or moreover he wanted to see my desk. :) My desk was much better for what we wanted to do, it had less paperwork on it. I had never been so intimately aware of the grain of the wood as when my face was an 1" from it. Alex was a great lover, he knew what he wanted and he took it. I am a pretty dominant woman so it was nice to have someone else lead the games for once. My hips were like handlebars to him, he steered my ass in whatever direction he wanted with each thrust. My favourite was the 1,2,3 count with just the tip of his c*ck inside of me, then drive it deeply inside. Each deep thrust took my breath away. Every once in a while he would slow down, lean over cup my breasts and kiss me. He was a very passionate lover.
Now that we were completely naked we didn't get dressed again. More water, some music, some more getting to know each other, then it was my turn to play with him, he was leaning up against my office wall... I am so glad I picked that paint colour, a naked olive skinned man leaning on it looked very nice. I was laying on the floor beside him. I rolled over and crawled up between his legs, his c*ck started to twitch as the blood flow was rushing in again. My hair was shoulder length and when I bent over to kiss his thighs my hair tickled him as I moved up. By the time I reached my destination he was ready and waiting for me. I leaned over and licked his balls, then trailed my tongue up the shaft of his penis just barely touching the frenulum. I left a hot wet trail around the head of his penis. Licking up and down but never committing to any direction. He was starting to squirm, I always love that point when I know what I am doing is making my partner aroused, it arouses me at the same time. I made my way back down to his balls and pulled them slowly into my mouth and tugged on them. I dropped them into my hand and cupped them to keep them warm and aroused. I was able to pay more attention to his c*ck now. Licking, tickling with the tip of my tongue on the tip of his penis, wetting it just enough that if I decided to slide him into my mouth there wouldn't be any friction. I decided to do just that. His quick intake of breath told me he had been anticipating this very act. He flexed all of his muscles to get as deeply inside my mouth as he could. Did I mention how much I love oral sex. Honestly I can make my tongue do things my vagina just can't do. Now Alex was using my hair to steer my head the speed and direction he was craving... good he will be willing to let me push him around on the next round. I teased and held back as long as I could he had leaned over and grabbed my hips and pulled me over top of him in the classic 69 position. This date was going really well. We both came at the same time, he a little louder this time around. When he caught his breath... in his broken language.... "if there is a God, HER name is JANE".... yes finally someone recognized I was a Goddess. We didn't leave my office for another 5 or 6 hours, forget our plans to go out for drinks, we had straight to rip each others clothes off.
At around 7am he asked if he could have a little nap in my office chair, he had to go to work for 9. Of course he could sleep, I was done with him. I was exhausted but very satisfied. I sat at my desk and started to write about my new life as a single woman dating. This was my second date and it had done really well. No drama just good ole fashioned fun. I woke him up at 8 am and walked him to his car, said good bye, handed him a map on how to get back home and if I never saw him again I would ok, the nite itself was a good start to the rest of my life. About an hour later my receptionist/ girlfriend called and asked how the date went... I told her she should bring in some cleaning supplies on Monday to clean her desk. :)
~Jane love the sexploring the world!
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