I’ve had two “relationships” so far, at least, two that I considered meant anything. Nina, my first girlfriend and the only girl I ever really cared about, and Dylan, my long distance asshole ex. However I’m at the age where I want to explore my new found sexuality and so, I have decided that a “friends with benefits” type arrangement should be in order! Enter Mr International. My occasional sex friend.
I’m going to call him Mr International mostly because I can’t be bothered to think up of fake real-sounding names (I would never remember them) and I can’t use real names as I found out one of my friends stubbled upon my blog and (not-so-secret) cam life. My friend was shocked but very open and happy about it though. Pervert. Anyway, back to Mr International. He’s late 30s, early 40s although I never ask for specific age. American born, but with strong dutch and italian roots. His face is actually very beautiful to look at. Strong, chiselled bone structure, very flattering crows feet and slight creases on his forehead that makes him look travelled and experienced rather than old. Towering over me at 6’2, he’s tan but in a genetic way rather than long exposure to sun. He owns a design company, although travels around doing “biz dev” crash courses for big corporations.
I bumped into him as I was looking for a good cheese shop in London. He’s based in Europe (the main part, I always think of Britain as it’s own little entity, an island that sort of belongs to Europe, but not really at the same time.) But stops in London every time he goes back to America. Anyway, I walk into this cheese shop, it’s very fancy and I feel a little intimidated. I don’t even know what the cheese I’m looking for is called, only that it’s sort of brittle and you serve it with honey. I ask one of the white aproned servers behind the counter and I’m trying to explain this cheese when the guy next to me, Mr International says “You’re probably looking for a pecorino. The one where you drizzle honey? It’s a sort of nutty flavour?” and I instantly turn round because he’s got this very smooth american accent. He raises his hands, giving me a childish smile “Sorry, not to barge in on your shopping. I recently had it in this lovely wine bar in Amsterdam you see, and I was thinking of getting some for myself.”
He’s insanely charismatic. Very confident, but not arrogant about it. There’s this sort of, energy that radiates from him, which pulls all around like moths to a flame. We end up tasting cheeses together, I buying the cheese I was looking for, and him the same and also this insane smelling soft blue, which I’m pretty sure won’t get through american customs. He invites me for a drink, we talk and laugh a lot and arrange for dinner the next night. He’s in London for a whole three days before his flight to the West Coast. Dinner the next night is at this homey italian place, but I don’t really pay much attention to the food. I’ve noticed how nice his body is.
We go back to his hotel, a large white room with a large white bed. Kiss wise, I don’t think we’re very compatible. He has a soul patch which tickles and his lips seem oddly thin. It doesn’t stop me tearing away at his shirt, or clumsily fumble at his jeans. He pushes me to the bed, produces a condom out of seemingly nowhere, sheaths it, then quickly enters me, both of us still fully clothed.
It’s hot and very fast, I don’t cum. My head however is rather dizzy and he smiles at me, and I start giggling. I’ve just realised how absurd this all is. He leans over and starts to kiss my neck, I’m a little surprised but he keeps kissing. Now he is gently removing my clothing, kissing and licking any bare skin he comes across. Soon I am on lying on the bed, and he has his head between my legs. I’m nervous as hell, never before been able to enjoy receiving oral. He’s very patient though, and it starts to feel good. Not great, but I’m extremely wet. Then he comes back up, and kisses me. I taste salty and female. His hand reaches down; suddenly it feels very good. Wow. This guy knows how to use his fingers. They are gentle, rough, hard, fast, slow, harder. I quickly cum, biting his shoulder to smother how loud I can be.
We lie down together, very comfortable in each other’s company. The rest of the night involves talking about any and all topics, with occasional fuck sessions here and there. I leave around midday the next day.