Perks of the job

Distracted, she sat at her desk staring out the window into the street. The fingers of one hand lightly tracing her naked collarbone. The other hand trailing a light path from denim clad knee to upper thigh.

Her phone vibrated.

You seem tense. Relax baby. Why don't you take a break? Let your hands really wander, to the place your mind has been all morning. 

She was tempted. Very tempted. And needing. Wanting to touch herself, just for a minute.

She entered the stall and deftly unzipped her jeans. Her fingers slid inside black lace panties, reaching further and further until they met wetness. She gasped.

Vibration.

Does it feel good beautiful? Wouldn't you like to be touched by my tongue? Picture me right now, between your legs, hands on your ass, my tongue probing your hard clit. You're so wet aren't you? 

She reached inside her bra and brushed a thumb across her hardened nipple.

Vibration.

I come up from between your legs and grasp your wrists, holding them above your head, kissing you hard. Can you feel how hard I am for you? I want to claim you. 

She'd found a rhythm now. Right hand rubbing against her clit, soaked in her own juices. Left hand frantically squeezing her breast and tweaking her nipple. The sensations were heightened knowing she had to hurry when she could usually take her time, and be silent when she preferred being vocal.

I slide in so effortlessly don't I baby? Feel me enter you. Thrusting, taking you. I want you to cum for me. Now. Cum. Now.

The silent orgasm shook her. She stifled her screams and bit her lip while her sex convulsed in wave after wave of delicious release. Thighs trembling, breathing shallow and desperate, she leaned back against the stall door, composing herself.

Thank you, she typed.

He'd made her cum in a bathroom stall from all the way across the country. Count THAT as a first, she thought, grinning as she walked down the hall. Today was shaping up.

Exposed

Meeting Clark and Dara

Disclaimer: No nakedness or sexy time takes place in this post. If that is what you're looking for, don't waste your time.

This post is past due I know. But since I waited so long, now we've gone out with our new friends twice so I have more to write about! See? Wicked smaaaat am I.

Mr. Man and I have had our profiles on a swinger site for some time now. Nothing too much has come of it with the exception of meeting one person, who Mr. Man did end up hooking up with and we are actually still friends with her IRL and on Facebook. Her ex husband and I even text occasionally and have an on again, off again flirtation although we've never met in person. Anyway. Besides that little episode, we've never both been attracted to the same couples and haven't pursued much from that site.

Until now.

Meeting # 1:

We had an email from a local couple (let's call them Clark and Dara, just because) who were interested in talking and asked us out for drinks a few weeks ago. Mr. Man is the one who usually keeps up with any activity from that site so he forwarded their message to me and asked me to check out their profile to see what I thought. They looked like a normal, average couple, and I was in a bit of a reckless mood and we had a babysitter lined up anyway, so I said what the hell, lets meet them. I know you won't believe me, but I am quite shy when it comes to meeting new people with this objective in mind. I just find it to be awkward and I've been hesitant to go "all in" with this swinger site thing. But not this night apparently.

I put on a black cashmere sweater, pretty scarf, some tight jeans, and black heels. Because you know you want to know what I wore. Nothing slutty. I was going for understated sexy. We get to the bar, a new place we'd never been to before, and I text Clark to let him know we're there. They are sitting at a table nearby so we walk up. Introductions are made and we sit.

First impressions: Dara actually looks younger in real life than in her pictures. Clark looks a bit older but that's not a bad thing. They are physically fit and overall, look like your average 40-something couple, whatever that means. They are super friendly and very easy to talk to. We have drinks and talk about kids, vacations, how we met our spouses, how we got into the "lifestyle", work, our town, prior sexual experiences, the club scene, etc. Things seem to be going well and there are no awkward long silences which is a terrifying prospect for me in this type of scenario. As the drinks flow, Clark and I get a bit flirtier. He touches my arm a couple of times. Good signs right? Mr. Man and Dara are a bit more reserve, which was expected.

There's nothing all that sexy to report. This meeting was simply that, to meet and hang out for a bit. We left the bar a few hours later and exchanged "let's do this again soon"s.

I was thinking how interesting it would be to be in their car on the ride home. Mr. Man and I had a debriefing session and talked about what we thought of them and if we wanted to see them again and I'm sure they did about us as well. The verdict: we had a great time and would definitely go out with them again if they were interested.

I did have some minor reservations that seem silly now, regarding attraction. Clark is not someone I would be initially drawn to based on looks alone. Dara isn't interested in women so that wasn't an issue. I wasn't UN-attracted to him, but I wasn't aching to jump his bones either. This bothered me a little and I'm interested in how others handle this. Do you have to be wildly attracted to the other person to consider casual sexual encounters? With those thoughts in mind, I knew that I wanted to hang out with them again in a vanilla setting to see if that swayed the balance a little bit one way or the other. It did.

Meeting # 2:

Clark and I had some flirty text conversations over the next week that were quite nice and we all agreed to go out again in a couple of weeks. That was last weekend. This time we met them at a local dive bar. Dara looked smokin' hot in knee high black boots and a short snug dress. My first reaction when I saw Clark this time was "awww, he's totally adorable". That may not be the reaction most men want from a new women they are hoping to bed, but so be it.

We played several games of pool and had more drinks (thank god for alcohol, right?) and conversation. Clark stepped up the flirting level, which I found charming and Dara and Mr. Man talked quite a bit more this time as well. After the bar, we headed to a restaurant and chatted for another hour or so. The day after, Clark and I exchanged "we had a good time" texts and thus ends our adventures with Clark and Dara for now.

The reservations I had about attraction are gone. The second "date" eased my mind and I have no lingering qualms about potential naked time with him. I can't even explain it really. Just that my uncertainty about it is no longer there. He's a fun guy who makes me laugh and I find him charming and quirky and cute. Kinda like I see myself on a good day.

Who knows what will transpire with our new friends. Its been a very positive experience so far though, and I'm very happy about that.

Stay tuned.
xoxo,
Bella

this would be a tweet if it weren't so long

If I had a dollar for every time I've been horny as hell at work & then came home to a demanding, albeit sweet preschooler, subsequently losing any inklings of desire for anything except to murder that Dora the Explorer bitch in her fucking sleep, well, then I'd have about a zillion dollars. #grumpymommy

i was gonna...

write about meeting our new friends at the bar the other night.

and then i was gonna write about body image crap.

but then I got really sleepy.