Mr. Pull-Out

Yes, it has been a dry spell.  The last time I had sex was with Nooner and his lazy cock.  But don't fear, I made up for it this past weekend at a wedding in LA.

They say weddings are great places for singles...well I would say weddings are great places for horny singles, not for singles looking for love.  In other words, perfect for moi.   It's a beautiful Saturday evening and I am scoping out the crowd.  I don't see anything that catches my interest other than the open bar.  About 4 hours later, I don't see faces anymore.  Just penis (it's my x-ray vision, pretty amazing when I'm wasted).  I dance from one penis to the next and finally settle for one at the end of the evening.  His face is a blur but I can hear him say, "Come back with me."  I call over the bride and groom to ask for their opinion, they give me their highest recommendation.  Well, OK, he'll do.  

We stumble back to his one bedroom suite at the hotel and immediately engage in a passionate lip-lock.  I drop my clutch, and he unzips my strapless dress.  Easy off.  He starts slowly kissing down my neck and unhooks my strapless bra.  I suddenly remember his name - good, it'll be easy to scream it later.   He leads me to bed and sweetly caresses my body.  "You have a beautiful body."  "You're so sexy."  As much as I enjoy the attention, I don't know what to say back other than, "Thanks."  I must expand my bed-side vocabulary.

There is something different about his touch than the rest of the guys.  Something sensitive and less "let's fuck."  For a mere second, I actually thought we had feelings for each other.  Then I slap myself back into reality and say, "Fuck me, [his name]."  In pure excitement, he tears off his clothes.  I get a better look at him since I am somewhat sobering up.  He's a handsome man probably in his early to mid-40's.  His body, however, is that of a 20-year-old's.  Nice ripped arms and abs, firm ass.  I could definitely get used to this body.  I find out he's some sort of a doctor, but I don't care to inquire.  What if he says he's a Gastroenterologist?  That would totally ruin the mood.

He reaches for a bottle of lotion to lube up his penis.  I get in ready position and asks him for protection.  He says he doesn't have any but "I can pull out."  I respond, "How old are you, I am not risking a pull-out."  "Don't worry baby, I was married for 16 years and couldn't get my wife pregnant.  I must be shooting blanks."  I stare at him in pity.  "Come here next to me, we'll cuddle."  By then, I've decided to call him Mr. Pull-Out.  

He tells me that he was in a marriage for 16 years with a woman who was depressed and had mental issues.  She recently packed all her stuff and moved to another city, without any warning.  Pull-Out tells me he loved her very much and endured years of mental instability.  I can tell that he still loves her and is deeply traumatized by her leave.  I cradle him in my arms and we fall asleep.

An undetermined amount of time later, I wake up to the sound of knocking.  I look next to me and Pull-Out is gone.  I realize he is so drunk he has locked himself in the bathroom and doesn't know how to get out.  OMFG!  About 10 minutes later, he finally figures out the unlock button.  Here I am, a 20-something shaking my head at this grown 40-something man.  It must be true, men will never grow up.

Pull-Out comes back to bed and I am ready to go again.  I do my usual maneuver of rubbing ass against penis.  His penis responds back.  Pull-Out works his way down my body with a determined trail of kisses.  I know where this is headed, oral sex.  Men usually like to make a grand entrance down there with gestures that say, "Trust me, I'll be good."  I am not a big fan of oral sex (giving or receiving) but I figure maybe he would be different.  2 minutes later, I am bored.  The tongue just doesn't penetrate as deeply as I prefer.  So, I pull him up for breath and immediately push his mouth onto my breasts.  He firmly grabs my ass and works his way to fingering.  Much better.  I am so turned on at this point that I talk myself into letting him penetrate.  Even for a second.  I open my legs and he makes a move.  Ugh, it's flaccid.  Pull-Out is in the same league as Nooner.  I think to myself, "His wife put up with this for 16 years?" And "Why doesn't he take Viagra?!"  In frustration, I flip him over on his back and start giving him a hand job.  He sucks on my nips while using his nails to slowly scratch my back, up and down.  I've never felt this sensation, but it is fucking good.  He seems hard again so we flip back around, and he goes for it.  He grabs my ass tightly and pulls me up for more leverage.  We go at it until I think he's about to explode.  Not trusting that Pull-Out is actually going to pull out, I push him off of me and roll to my side.  I realize that without protection, I'm not going to be satisfied tonight so I get up.  Pull-Out grabs my arm and begs me in to stay in bed.  I continue to collect my clothes and in a rush, throw my panties into my clutch.  He asks, "Please leave me your number."  I turn around and respond, "If you really want to call me, you'll find a way."

I blow him a kiss, give him an over-the-shoulder smile, and leave.  I've always wanted a dramatic good-bye.  Done!

But stay tuned, this is not the end of my night...