I had finally found my dream guy and summer was going oh so well. Suddenly everything was more exciting and even the most mundane things seemed, well not mundane. I found joy in every little thing possible. My day usually was spent talking to him, fantasizing about him, meeting him at various locations in the city etc. In between all the HIM and work, I managed to find time for painting. He was the one who had inspired me to take up painting again, after seeing two of my oil paintings in my bedroom.
Oh yes, things have reached the bedroom. I had already fallen arse over tit in love with him, when I first saw him at the beach. Then it was just a matter of destiny making everything else happen. Things seemed to automatically fall in to place. He was just as taken aback with me, as I was taken aback with him. I fancied him a lot. The first time we did it, it was rather exciting so to speak. This was my first time having sex in ages, after being out of the UK all these years. The last time I had sex, I was 17 and foolish. I did it just for the sake of it, since all the other girls in school were being naughty with their boyfriends.
Now that I am here, busy with studies and work, living in a city away from home, I don’t have time for men. Hot beach guy just ‘happened.’ So, where were we? I just clicked so well with him, I loved talking to him, and I felt highly attracted to him, that it happened. My blessed cherry got popped after ages. Felt brilliant. We made love all night and he stayed till the morning. Good thing my parents are back home and not here with me. It was while we were in my bedroom, that he saw my paintings. He thought that someone else had painted them and I bought them for my room décor.
I told him I had painted and then put them up. He seemed pleasantly shocked and then he gave me a smile. The whole night we talked and talked. He asked me whether I pursued painting as an active hobby. I told him I had given it up not a long while ago, because things had gone hectic. I had flat bills to pay, the rent, the electricity and the water bill, plus I had work and studies. I had given up everything and I even admitted to him that in the pursuit of money, my life had become a monotonous rut before I met him.
‘Then, I am glad you met me Maria!’ is what he told me. I smiled at him and gave him a little kiss on the cheek and then we hugged and fell asleep. Hot beach guy taught me pursuit of happiness should be as important as pursuit of money. He always made me realize how boring my life was before. I just worked and worked. I studied and spent all my time at home. I barely had time to enjoy life or have fun with my girlfriends. That day at the beach, when I did first lay my eyes on him, I had only gone to the beach on the insistence of my best friend Monique. Otherwise, I would have just stayed at home like always. That day in the cinema, when he sat with me and we watched Fast Five together, I wouldn’t have gone, if it wasn’t for my friends.
When you stay in a foreign city, away from home and your friends, you listen to what your new friends tell you and do what they want you to do. I didn’t want to turn in to an introvert and a couch potato, so I had gone out with my friends and look where that got me. I had met the most fab and awesome guy ever! He was exciting and a breath of fresh air! He looked exotic and he had such a nice accent. Much different than the guys back home or the lot I dated in the past. He is something like a character walking out of a Mills and Boon novel I am fond of. He has a great tan, a great height, a great Italian accent and he speaks Lebanese Arabic too. His mother is Lebanese; apparently his dad and his mum had quite the love affair and whirlwind romance. They met in this city as well, years back. Thinking about the story of how his parents met, reminds me of us. How we met and how different we are culturally etc. and yet we are together right now. That is what matters the most, I reckon.
He got me back in to painting and drawing. He has inspired me to do so many different and new things. He’s like my muse. I was so happy the day after we made love the first time that, I jumped around the house and smiled at everyone for no reason at all. I even did a series of colourful artistic photographs, which were really appreciated by everyone. The second time we made love, it was in his bedroom. His parents were out for dinner and we had a window of two hours. I rang his house’s door bell and he answered. He opened the door, dressed casual smartly. I always admire a man who can carry off a Pink Lacoste polo shirt with poise and grace. He was wearing a polo shirt and shorts. He had loafers on and had sleek shiny hair, gelled up in spikes. He asked me to come in.
At first I was a bit apprehensive; I was visiting the house of my boyfriend. I had butterflies in my stomach and I was pretty nervous about meeting him at his home. I was visiting him at his place for the first time. I walked calmly through the door and in to the lobby area. I was astonished to see such a beautiful painting in the living room facing me. The first thought that crossed my mind was that it was bought, but he seemed to know what I am thinking and immediately he said “I made that painting Maria, isn’t it nice?”
I was shocked. “It is nice, I didn’t know you did painting too!!” was my reaction. Now I knew why he wanted me to take up painting again.
He led me towards the stairs and asked me to go up with him. I followed him up the stairs and then walked in to a lounge. We walked pass the lounge and in to his bedroom. I went in to his room, slowly. I stared at everything and tried to take every little detail in to mind. I saw that he had a dedicated wall to photography. There were pictures in frames everywhere on that wall. I had no idea Hot Beach Guy liked photography like me. I studied each picture in turn with respectful condescension. I saw a landscape photograph which included a ditch, a wood, and a cow eating grass next to pointed hayricks. This guy, I thought, had talent, but one that was safely muffled.
All this while I had known him, but not really known him. We made love, we kissed, we talked, but I didn’t really know what kind of a man HBG really was. I was selfish and never really asked him about himself and he never said anything either. All we talked about was me and how my day is going. It made me re-think a few things. How much did I really know him to love him? I was lost in my thoughts, when he came up behind me and put his arms around me from the back. I could feel his breathe on my neck; he was that close to me.
I had a strange good feeling inside me all of a sudden. Then he slowly touched the side of my face and from the top, he stroked my face till he reached the side of my neck. He brought his mouth closer to my skin and I got goose bumps. Then what seemed like everything happening in slow motion, he casually brought his mouth closest to my neck, yet not touching it. I think I had gotten a mini heart attack because my body and mind was expecting to feel the touch of his lips. Yet, all I could sense was his breathing on my skin, making my heart beat faster.
Then he pressed his lips on my neck and gave me a long sensual kiss. He swirled his wet tongue on my neck and slowly moved his lips down to my cleavage area and started giving me wild quick kisses. Then, all of a sudden he brought me forward and grabbed me tight. Our arms were entwined. He gave me a full on kiss on the lips and then we were making out. We moved while kissing and pressed closed to one another, to the bed and then he laid me down on it. The mood was set by this time. I was quite lost in his eyes and presence. His room was dark albeit for the light from the lamp.
‘Do you want to do this,’ he asked me?
‘Yes,’ was my answer.
He masterfully removed my top and before I knew it, his hands were reaching for my jeans. He undid my zip and slowly pushed my jeans down my legs and then I kicked them off and he threw them aside. Next he pushed his hands underneath me and undid my bra hook. He took off my bra and threw that aside too. I was getting quite turned on at him throwing my clothing garments aside in a rush. His longing hands reached for my breasts and he gave a gentle squeeze. Then he rubbed my tits and made them erect. I got such a wild sensation in me, when he did that.
He brought his mouth over my nipples and sucked on each one and circled his tongue, making me squeal. I was very horny by this time and signaled him to go down, by grabbing his hand and placing it on my crotch area. He rubbed my already wet clitoris over my panties and then pushed his hand inside the panties, from the side and went straight for my clitoris. He started rubbing it and pushing it. I was so full of passion and sensations, that I was screaming and shouting, about to orgasm. He quickly took off my panties and disposed of them too. Then I opened my legs wider and he went for my clitoris again, but this time with his tongue. Oh it felt so good. He kept on licking and circling until I screamed and my juices started pouring out. He fingered me and swept some juice on his finger and then tasted it. He called my cum, his ‘pussy milk’.
After that I got up and bended on my knees, while he remained standing. I grabbed for his shorts and pulled the strings apart. I rubbed his semi-hard cock from over his shorts. After that I ran up my hand through his shorts and grabbed hold of his cock. I was pleased to know that he wasn’t wearing any undies. I began rubbing his cock wildly and he deeply moaned. We both obviously loved what was going on.
“Maria I can’t stand it any longer, enough of the foreplay, I want you,” he exclaimed! I was also anxious for it to happen and for us to get it over with because I was worried his parents might come back home. I removed his shorts and his cock sprang up free immediately, fully hard and erect. His penis was right in my face. I licked the head and slowly put his cock halfway in my mouth and began sucking. All the while, I was rubbing the other half that was still outside. He grabbed hold of my hair and his moaning had become deeper and louder. I could hear his occasional sighs and aahs too. ‘You are so beautiful,’ he kept on repeating in between the sounds.
After he thought he was about to come, he went to his drawer and removed a packet of condoms and brought out one. He put it on top of his tool and then asked me to lie down on the bed. I did as I was instructed and lay down on the bed. Then he gently pushed my legs apart and inch by inch pushed his cock in me. I slightly withered in pain and could feel the brunt of his huge cock pushing in to me. He was holding my hands while he pushed and then he was all the way in. As soon as he knew he was fully in, he completely changed and became a wild beast.
He started to move in and out rapidly and I screamed and shouted at the top of my lungs. I couldn’t stop shaking and I screamed in passion when I came. He removed his penis from me and then inserted it again and moved in and out once more. Finally he removed his cock and then got on top of me in the bed. He was bending over me. Then he started from the top and started kissing me till he reached my wet pussy. He had given me kisses all over my body and it felt seriously good. The feeling was unbelievable. I hadn’t had sex in ages and this was as good as it ever got for me. I didn’t have to compare him to anyone and I liked it this way. We made love a few times more and then HBG said that maybe we should go out somewhere.
“How about we go out to the beach?”
“The beach sounds good, that was where we first saw one another.”
“I know we did. The moon is shining down on us tonight, let’s just go to the beach and hold hands together.”
“That would be perfect and just so romantic.”
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