It was a while ago when Lars first wrote to me. We must have matched in terms of the answers we had given on the dating site and as to what we were looking for – sex in a non-monogamous relationship. We agreed on a date some nearly two weeks ahead of our first few messages to each other and I didn’t hear from him much after that, unlike with some of the others at the time who engaged in a salacious exchange of messages, photos and videos. We had established that we both wanted drama-free fun in the real world, sans jealousy and the sluttier the better.
He did send me a message while on the Eurostar pre-meeting up along the lines that he was getting fairly aroused merely thinking of me. I was amused, gratified and quite prepared to indulge him, the character of Amy as a liberal sex vamp was still new and appealing to me at the time and I encouraged him to give an account of any slutty adventures he might enjoy on his trip. We exchanged creative content and I learnt that he makes music which has a looping, rhythmic quality in a language I did not recognise. He discovered that my appeal was that I lived only a couple of miles away from him – which meant spur-of-the-moment shags were easier to engineer. During these message exchanges I had got to know him a little more and the little was enough to have persuaded me to accept his impromptu invitation to meet before our pre-arranged date.
This was at the end of last month two days ahead of our planned date, spontaneously, in a part of London near his place of work. It was a Saturday afternoon however and the whole of London was crowded with people. We searched about for a suitable drinking hole until finally we came across a medium-sized bistro.
During the date he had told me more about himself – growing up in a part of Africa in an expat community and discovering as an adolescent the injustice of the situation; his rebellious streak and leaving home to put himself through university and now leading an academic’s life, with time for his music and sexual peccadilloes. He told me of his open relationship with a dominatrix and their house in the country where they might occasionally host an orgy or two. After polishing off the cheeseboard and a fairly decent bottle of puilly fuisse between us he invited me back to his.
We got into the tube and as he is considerably taller than me he went ahead on the escalators and we were able to kiss quite comfortably with me on the step above his. At his house he poured us some red wine and we settled on his large bed-like sofa. He put on some music and we kissed and undressed each other. He removed his glasses, without which he looked even younger than his 46 years. We explored each other’s bodies and I found that he had lovely smooth and strong hands. I was very, very turned on and when he removed his pants I could see that he had a curved hard on, quite substantial in girth and length but not so large that I should worry about fit. The curved part was most intriguing and reminded me of a horn. It was incredibly delicious to ride him and he brought me to climax many, many times. When he climaxed he made such a lot of noise that I was pretty certain his neighbours from the top of his road must’ve heard him! I can say that he was the first vocally appreciative lover I’d ever had. It was fabulous sex and later we talked a little and he showed me some of his toy collection which included tortuously high heeled shoes, a variety of restraints, whips and assorted vibrators. I went home much later that evening and slept soundly.
The next meeting with Lars was another tryst arranged extempore – he had called me just before six o’clock to find out if I could see him that evening. I was on my way to meet someone whom I had had a feeling would not be as fun and so I said yes after confirming that Lars was comfortable with seeing me straight after that. I left my first date after we managed to find a suitable place for a quickie in cover of the dark in one of the parks, against a tree and went straight home for a quick wash before letting Lars know that I was on my way.
The following day he sent me effusive messages extolling the parts of me he had enjoyed the previous evening. He continued sending me intermittent messages during his holiday in the French Alps and indicated a desire to meet up again on his return. I’d got into a fairly confident routine with Lars, sufficiently that I was comfortable enough to reveal my real name to him. He may yet become one of Amy’s regular lovers.
Just came through the tunnel with the train. Almost in London now! Mmmm, can’t wait to see you again you naughty girl! Missed your juices and your amazing tits, bottom, lips and beautiful and cheeky smile! How does today pan out for you? Any chance of a visit …?
So it would appear that I might have a date that evening except that I already had a pre-arranged one at half past five in the afternoon. With dinner thrown in, … possibly. I guess I was mercenary enough not to jettison the dinner date however much the appeal of a fulfilling time was with Lars. After all he could always be dessert, I reasoned.
The advantage of these spontaneous dates was that it lifted the day and added a little excitement to an otherwise dull one. Having been out for a brief stroll and eaten a small lunch I wasn’t tempted to linger in the cold wind. Moreover spring had brought with it the inevitable hay fever I suffer. I tended to keep outdoor jaunts to a minimum then however tempting the weather.
I told my lover that I could be free later, much, much later that evening and suggested a midweek alternative. He responded that he may have to come back to me on this as he had to check with his partner – the divinely sexy madam dominatrix – this was the image I had of her as I had no idea what she really looked like since my lover is not sentimental and did not keep any photographs in his house, not that I’d noticed as we’d always been pretty much preoccupied with other more urgent business the few times I visited.
When I saw my lover that evening he was sporting a tiny bruise under his chin from the little skiing accident the week before. Apart from that he was exactly the same and after a few exchanges of pleasantries we went straight into re-enacting the scene with the two-backed beast. We were so hungry for each other’s touch that it was only much later when we were completely spent that I noticed he had very thoughtfully laid out some of his toys – a rope, a vibrator and some nipple clamps – oh well, next time perhaps…