My ex husband and I haven’t fully worked out the kinks in our schedule with the kids. What I mean by that is that I get the kids during the week, and he gets them during the weekends. We both agreed to that and we agreed on every other Christmas/holiday as being an exception. To start things out since we just got divorced, this year was his with the kids.
Since we’re still very amicable with our relationship, my ex did say that I can visit with the kids a bit on Christmas, and I came over in the morning to make sure I did that, but on Christmas eve, I was all alone all day. I was hoping to work, but I got my shift cancelled before coming in. So I was stuck with nothing. I went to the gym. I typically go to the gym in the mornings, but this time, since it was Christmas eve, the gym wasn’t open long.
I started the morning doing yoga and listening to an audio book. That got a bit boring, so I went to the gym. While I was there, it was nearly empty, and a guy approached me who I talked to. He wasn’t the best looking, nor was he in great shape, but I really enjoyed his confidence and personality. We chatted a bit and then went our separate ways, and I’m pretty sure he kept doing exercises near me to “happen” upon another compliment or quick chat.
After a bit, he walked over to me and handed me his phone number, introducing himself as Sam. He told me he’s flying solo for the next few days and if I wanted to not spend the holidays alone, that we could hang out, watch movies, chat, or whatever. I just smiled, accepted his phone number, and finished my workout.
I got home and there was still a ton of time left, so I busted open a bottle of wine and started reading a book. It wasn’t long before the bottle was completely empty and I wanted another one. Problem was, I was pretty drunk at that point and I didn’t want to drive. I looked up the closest grocery store and since it was already 7:30 on Christmas eve, it was closed.
I had accumulated a pretty big group of Tinder matches by this point, and I put down the book and started messaging them, and of the two that replied back within a half an hour, they both were out of town for Christmas. I had the little piece of paper sitting on my table staring me in the face, so I decided what the hell? I grab it, saw the name and phone number and gave him a text saying “hi, it’s me from the gym, what are you doing?”
He told me he wasn’t doing anything and we started texting back and forth for a bit. I told him I was missing my kids, that I was drunk and in a bad mood, and he was a great distraction. I also told him I was pissed because I was out of wine. He told me he had a bottle of wine he could bring over if I was interested, and without any sort of hesitation, I sent the dirtiest text I have ever sent, even still to this day: “I would literally suck your dick if you brought me a bottle of wine.”
After it hit me what I said, my stomach sank and I wished I could take it back. I saw his response coming in with the three little text dots for what seemed like an hour, only for it to simply say, “address?”
I hesitated for a bit, because at this point I had never brought a guy over to my apartment. But, I was horny and lonely so I gave it to him. He said he would be here in 10 minutes. He was right on time.
I jumped up and started straightening the place up. I keep a very clean, nearly spotless home, so it wasn’t too much work, but I was finishing the dishes when I heard him knock. I opened the door and he smiled, holding out the bottle of wine. I grabbed it and he said “I didn’t do this because of what you said in the text, I’m not going to hold you to it.”
I turned around and walked over to the kitchen while he let himself in and closed the door. I turned and looked over my shoulder and said something like “that’s too bad.” His face got bright red.
We sat down in the living room. It’s really small and I don’t have a coffee table, so we both sat on the couch holding our glasses of (very full) wine. We talked quite a bit, it was a nice distraction for me about not having the kids for the first Christmas eve, ever in their lives. I did most of the drinking, which I’m glad because he drove over here.
I was pretty drunk at this point and I needed to sober up, at least a little, or I wouldn’t be able to head over for Christmas morning with the kids. I asked him if he would mind waiting around while I jumped in and took a super fast shower to try and sober up. He said he wouldn’t mind waiting. I tied up my hair so it wouldn’t get wet, turned on the water, jumped into a pretty cold shower and took a quick one, and it did the trick. I was still buzzed but not shit-faced like I was before.
My level of horny, though, was still a ten out of ten. I decided I was going to continue on this new bold streak. I dried myself off and cracked open the door, peeking out a bit, and he turned his head, saw me and smiled, and then turned back to his phone. I took a deep breath, opened the door all the way, and walked out, completely naked.
I was a few steps in before he realized, and he looked up as I was maybe 10 yards away and his eyes opened huge. He looked like a deer in headlights as I walked up to him, I got down on my knees in front of him and pushed his legs apart. I reached up, grabbing his cock through his sweatpants, and I asked him if this was okay. He nodded and told me only if I want to, he’s not expecting me to do anything for the wine.
I said something like, “good, because what I really want to do is to suck your dick. Is that okay with you?”
He muttered out an “uh yeah for sure” and then I slid down his pants and underwear. Then I asked him if he wanted it fast or slow, because I can do either. He told me he wanted me to go slow, so that’s what I did. I started by kissing up and down his shaft, then slowly taking him in my mouth. Any time I thought it sounded or felt like he was about to cum, I slowed down, making it last longer.
Finally, after quite a while of teasing him faster and slower, he asked me if I could just go faster now. I obliged and continued to suck a little harder while increasing my pace, not slowing down for him to rest. He came while I continued to suck on him, and even though I pretty much swallow it as it’s happening, I can tell that this is the most in terms of pure volume that I’ve ever come across. I think that the half hour or so of slowly building him up really did it, or maybe that’s just him.
After he was done, I did my signature “hold it while I talk to him, then kiss it and lick the tip before letting go” thing I’ve been doing until then (and still now) because it seems to drive them wild.
I was incredibly satisfied with this one. He seemed so appreciative, and I could tell it made him feel amazing, and he asked to return the favor. I was so freaking horny and I just wanted my vibrator. I wanted him to leave. But he told me he wasn’t going to take no for an answer.
I figured that since I was already completely naked, maybe it was worth a shot. I hadn’t really enjoyed it to this point but maybe it was just because my husband was terrible at it. Also, I had never had someone lick me with the lights on, and this terrified me.
I agreed, and told him I had two conditions. He smiled and was all ears. I told him first, we were going to move to my bed. He shook his head in acknowledgment and asked what the second was. I told him I get to suck his dick again afterward and he looked shocked. “You’re going to do that again?” He practically yelled it and I told him he needed to quiet down. He said he didn’t know if he could.
I told him that the next time would be faster, but yes, I really wanted to do it again so as long as we can try, I would be happy.
So, I headed into the room and he followed quickly after. I asked him how he wanted me and he said on my back. I crawled onto the bed, and he practically dove onto the bed and immediately started licking me. I was already really wet but his licking me didn’t feel that great. Even my ex husband did a better job than him. I was considering stopping. I was considering faking an orgasm. Then, he pushed my legs together and pushed my knees up toward my chest and stuck his tongue in my butt.
Holy shit.
No tongue had ever graced my butthole before. I immediately tensed up. He asked me if it was okay, and I said keep going. So then, he slowly started licking me up and down, and this motion like a pendulum swing was just sublime. I started moaning, and then he moved up toward my clit and licked, and while it felt good, I wanted more lower. I think I said something like “stay lower” and he did. After a few more minutes of that, I couldn’t let him continue. I had my first orgasm from oral, and it was from my butt. I didn’t even know that was possible. Like, I legitimately didn’t know.
I patted the pillow, as if for him to trade places with me. He did, and I laid down on my stomach, holding his semi-hard cock in my hand while I started kissing it. He got hard pretty quickly, and I told him that it looks like we might be in business, and through his heavy breaths, he told me yeah.
I told him I was going to go quicker this time, and he said that would be great, so I did. As soon as he was all the way hard, I kept a constant, quick, motion and I started playing with his balls. I hadn’t ever played with any balls besides my ex before, and that was very minimal. But he seemed to like it.
This time, instead of it being around a half an hour, it was just a few minutes. And he didn’t cum very much at all, which is exactly what I was expecting.
We both stood up, and I went and grabbed his clothes from the couch before walking them back to my room where he was still laying on the bed. I tossed them next to him and told him that I hadn’t realized that it was already nearly 1am and that I had to wake up early so I could go see my kids at 9. He took the hint and started getting dressed.
I walked into the bathroom and brushed my teeth, getting ready for bed. He rounded the corner and looked, kind of laughed and told me he had expected me to be wearing a robe or something. I told him I sleep naked, so why not just stay that way? He agreed and laughed again, saying it was no problem to him.
This is the part I hated, because it’s happening every time and I hadn’t yet figured out how to communicate beforehand. He asked if we could see each other again, even tomorrow night for Christmas, and I told him it was fun, I may consider it, but that it was just meant to be a fun night, nothing more. I think it was a little more awkward this time because I was standing there completely naked, feeling cornered in the bathroom.
He said he understood and hoped I changed my mind. We both said our goodbyes, wished each other a Merry Christmas, and I went and locked the door. I turned off the lights and went to bed, setting my alarm for early.
He and I have chatted a few times since then and I am absolutely considering hooking up again, but we haven’t yet.