As Christmas approached it seemed right to phase him out. The Kiwi had been great fun but it was never going anywhere and I had my eye on another. He was due to go skiing and I had a trip directly after, so it would be some time before we would see each other anyway.
Christmas came and went and some pleasant "have a good Christmas" messages were exchanged. During the latter part of my trip the not very chatty Kiwi started to send more messages asking what I was doing, who I was catching up with, how it was going etc and a regular and fun exchange of messages ensued.
He made it clear that on my return he intended for us to meet up. I was pleased but fairly casual about it given I had made arrangements to see at least one other guy (just for dates at that stage). As the messages continued the Kiwi decided to tell me what he wanted to happen when we caught up. The information he provided became more detailed and a vivid picture started to emerge.
We kept the chat casual and agreed it would be great to catch up, he acknowledged that it was most likely I was just passing the time with him but he said he was good with that and quite frankly he would happily sign up to being my sex slave! I couldn't really argue with that. The Kiwi is 7 years younger than I and happy to just have fun without the complexities of a relationship and expectations.
The exchange of when, where and what we would do continued. We struggled to set up a date and his frustration at this was stated. He wanted to see me and act on our intentions ASAP.
We finally arranged a date and four or five weeks since our last encounter had passed by this stage. As much as everything we had discussed sounded amazing I told him that due to our absence from one another we may need to just see how it went, my concern being, what if we didn't find each other as attractive now? As soon as I saw him that concern was eliminated and seemingly he had no such worries.
We chatted in the kitchen for about an hour over a drink. We sat up on the work tops sharing stories of what we got up to over Christmas. What I enjoyed was not having to temper, tame or omit anything when telling him what happened. He is as laid back as they come and it seemed like anything would go.
We laughed about our antics and in particular my stories about my first family Christmas in a decade! I suddenly felt like we had found our way of being, we had talked a lot before but the continued contact over Christmas which was decidedly more than our usual "fancy catching up this week?" seemed to have helped.
He came toward me and I knew he was going to kiss me. It was a giggly and passionate kiss. His hands were in my hair and then all over me. As he kissed me purposefully and then kissed my neck I let my nails drag down his back and grabbed at his hair...I wanted him so much!
We would normally let it happen where ever the mood took us but the suggestion was made to go upstairs and so we did. We held hands up to my room and continued the kissing. We started to undress ourselves and then each other. I was then pushed on to the bed and he kissed up and down my body until I was trembling, each time he passed my breasts he paid them more and more attention and sucked and kissed them with a growing sense of urgency. He started to grab at me and I was desperate for him to do something to me, he asked what I wanted and rather breathlessly I said "just do what you do."
He smiled at me and his mouth made his way down my body until I felt his hot breath on my clitoris and his tongue made contact; I threw my head back and let the rush take over me.
The enthusiasm was more than you could ever wish for. He took genuine pleasure from what he was doing. The first orgasm was intense and fast and he refused to stop there, he became a little gentler before building back up to the second. His tongue was everywhere, inside me and all over me. He rocked his head in to me and the intensity was hard to take so he pinned me down in order to hold me there...I have bruised thighs as a reminder of this.
For the third he pulled my legs apart by my ankles as far as he could, I'm pretty flexible and he was making the most of it. By this point I had orgasmed twice so he upped it for the third, with my legs as far apart as possible he sucked and caressed me until I was bucking under him. He controlled my movement by pulling me up and affectively suspending me by my ankles...he is very strong! The third was deep and I almost whimpered as the climax built, the sweet mix of overwhelming intensity and an orgasm that comes stabbing through your body.
After the third I wriggled away. "You need a safe word" he says, "if you were tied up right now I would keep going and you were struggling away at points, you won't be able to when I tie your legs down." For the first time ever I genuinely felt a safe word is actually needed. There is still an air of mystery about him but I trust him enough to let him tie me up and of course I want to enjoy it.
He pulled me up the bed and pushed my legs apart, I felt him inside me and it was already amazing, he is rather large but this time it felt ok, but then came the rest! Holy shit! I shouted out immediately and he laughed so I giggled and said "I think I forgot how big you are." The sex was quick, hard and he came in no time. Given what he had done for me I had no issue with this, plus it was only 5pm and we were there for the night.
We lay there after sex and I asked him if he knew the actual size of his manhood. He laughed and said he didn't, he added that he knows it's not small but girls always tell you that you are big anyway. I advised that I wouldn't unless it was but also girls would tell him that as it was much bigger than average because it's true and they probably found it overwhelming too. He has agreed to letting me measure it, I didn't get round to it this time as we didn't really get out of bed! The sex continued through to 5am at which time he had to get up to head back in to the city.
Sunday sees part two of what is now referred to as 'naked Sunday' and I can't wait to see what he has in store for me. He has advised that I do stretches and a warm up and he wants to start at 2pm this time. I can't wait!!!
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