Got rid of a nightmare of an ex, got myself a dog. Which was a really good move, without a doubt the smartest thing I've done for years.
Oddly enough it didn't take long before the dog got me laid.. No Sharking going on at all, honest!
It all started when a friend was being helpful and trying to solve an issue where I might need a dog sitter to look after my dog if I needed it. My dog is a rescue dog, and came fromt he same place as my friends dog, also the same place as the potential dog sitters dog. A friends request on Facebook lead to a brief conversation with the potential dog sitter and that was pretty much that, other than a "If you need the service message me".
A few weeks later I get a random message via Facebook from the Dog sitter. She sparked up a conversation about looking for somewhere to take her dog for a walk, and it pretty quickly turned into very obvious flirting from her side. So much so I eventually pulled her on it and asked her straight out, if she was hitting on me. She had the sense to come clean and admit she was. She made it clear she was Bi, and I told her I had no issues with that as I'd dated Bi women before.
Anyhoo, a "Playdate" For the dogs was made to introduce them and see if they got on, and for us to also see what we thought of one another.
In all honesty upon meeting the lady, I was neither sexually or physically attracted to her. She very much wasn't my type and didn't "Do it" for me. So I had it in my mind to perhaps see if she wanted to do the "Friends thing" as the dogs got on well, even if her dog was a bit boisterous and not as well behaved as it should be. Tiring out a Border Collie can be hard work, so having another dog to help can be of use. Must admit after near a year left to my own devices, it was nice to have someone to casually chat with, so a new friend seemed like a good idea.
She made it very clear, very quickly she was interested in more. I explained briefly about the situation I had just left and the issues I still had with regards my past and made it clear friendship was only on offer. She was pretty clear she was attracted to me and the world I lived in from what she had seen, so I left her with no illusions I wasn't ready for anything other than friends.
She was pretty persistent in her advances, although trying to be subtle and in all honesty failing miserably. The flirting over messenger and in person when she came over to visit me escalated to a fairly intimate nature. Not all down to her, I was enjoying being able to flex my sexuality a little bit after it being locked up for so long, even if I was keeping it friendly and tame compared to usual. Of course, the attention was nice and yes, somewhat flattering.
I invited her over the next weekend for a meal, some comedy TV shows and a sleep over, no other intention other than friends hanging out and chilling. During the week leading up to the weekend the conversations on messenger continued and she told me about herself more, what she was into and her history with previous men and women she had been with. Her prior male lovers had been problematic to say the least, having only had 2 previous Male lovers. Both had been disasters in her own words.
Anyhoo, the weekend came around and I work hard, so weekends off are time for me to relax, so I started to prepare a meal and started to drink to relax and chill. I tend to batch cook and freeze portions of what I have cooked for eating over the next month, so make large portions in one go to make it worthwhile. It was pretty obvious on her arrival she was still not giving up on the idea of something more than friends as the conversation was highly sexual, and it was also obvious seeing a man cooking was a huge turn on for her. Something she had previously mentioned in a conversation. She was being highly flirtatious and leading the conversation back to sexual subjects and constantly telling me information about her sexual preferences and seeking to know more about mine.
To slice through the small talk and get this blog rolling to where you are more than likely reading it for, there came a point during the evening that I decided, yes I was horny, she was working hard to make me hhorny and it was pretty much being put on a plate for me if I wanted. The deal sealing moment was when she told me she usually shaved but currently was sporting bush. That was the cock twitch moment for me as the way she told me of this fact was odd, but really got me interested. The fact she also mentioned she'd never sucked dick before was more bait that I could turn down. What man who likes his dick sucking isn't going to think about how much fun it'd be to be the first cock in mouth experience for someone who'd never had the courage or man she was relaxed and happy enough to perform that most personal act with?
Deal signed, sealed and about to be delivered...
I had the horn by this point, dinner was almost done (Lasagna incidentally, cooked from scratch, to be served with big fat chunky chips and cheesy garlic bread...) The Lasagne was going in the oven to cook, the booze had been flowing pretty smoothly up till this point, and she was still putting out the "Do me now" signals.
The twitch in my pants was getting pretty constant now as she kept hitting topics of conversations that revolved around sex, and what pleased her, turned her on, or was highly interested in trying, bragged about her high sex drive and need to please her sexual partners. She'd pointed out in intimate detail the failings of her 2 previous Male lovers and her body language was screaming that she was in a highly sexed up state and was more than ready for a fuck. Don't get me wrong, by this point I was also playing the game, as a guy with Dom traits it was fun watching her squirm, knowing she was up for it was feeding my ego. Seeing how far she could be edged on before she utterly crumbled was now the game I wanted to play. She admitted to being somewhat submissive and was dying to meet a man she could sleep with without another failed fuck;with a guy as she was into the idea of cock but so far no guy had been able to relax her enough for her to get off, more importantly allow her to be relaxed enough to enjoy the experience.
I could see her rubbing her thighs together, constantly. As she watched me put the finishing touches to the meal knowing it was going to be an hour or so before it was ready. Her eyes were shining and I could see her eyes darting down to my crotch when she thought I wasn't looking. She was smoking cigarette after cigarette in the way someone who is highly nervous does. Her whole demeanour was itching for me to make a move or to tell her she was going to get fucked.
So I pulled her close and kissed her, leading her hand to my dick to show her she was turning me on as this was something she was worried about...
The rest of the night and weeks to follow, will be written when I have time.