| I wake up at 4 in the morning because Cheryl’s cell phone is making low-battery beep-beeps. I stir in the bed and try to identify the noise source. This motion awakens her. She rustles under the covers and says straight out of a sound sleep “I can’t believe you made me ejaculate in a parking garage.” ***** It was a very spur of the moment, impromptu date. I had to work late, so I rescheduled an appointment that left my evening open. Although we sleep together almost every night, we’re both really busy with our careers and don’t get to spend much time together aside from the weekends, so it was very exciting for us both to catch a movie and dinner. The guy in the box office of the Mann 6-plex told her “Every movie in this theater sucks,” so it became just dinner. Sushi at my favorite, Asa Kuma, upstairs, near Barrington. A couple of Kirin Ichi Bans on tap at the bar while we waited for spots at the sushi bar followed by amazing spicy yellow tail hand rolls, toro tartare with 3 different color caviars, scallop sushi, and a spicy tuna cut up roll -- then I started feeling frisky. She was wearing a long gray skirt suit and a pink knit top that made her look hugely curvaceous. All of a sudden my hand slid up under the folds of fabric to trace the lines of her legs… Up past the knees… Along the inner thighs… She flashed her green gray eyes at me in mock shock at first, then adjusted her legs to give me access. I was rough with her as I pushed the panties out of my way. Somehow I was surprised that she was dry… But I licked my fingers and attempted reinsertion, successfully… Sliding up along the top wall and making that “come hither” motion with my index and pointer… Momentarily her natural juices flowed and she softly moaned, “See what you do to me.” I kept doing it while the waiter brought our check and a busboy refilled water glasses, despite her half-hearted protests that “The hostess is watching us!” Because I could feel it building in her… The outrageousness of the situation bolstered the eroticness… Only about two minutes of this before she says, “Stop it, I’m gonna shoot!” squirming, genuinely worried about causing a scene. “Go ahead,” I say with a laugh laughing because I’m having such a great time turning her on… My hard-on raging… She lets me keep fingering her for another two minutes, but then the movements of my forearm get too obvious and she insists I stop. “Dinner’s on me tonight,” she says slapping down a gold card. “You earned it, you maniac. Now please take me home and fuck me.” [Continued tomorrow.] Sincerely, Arte Your New Sex™ Advisor www.NewSex.org Have YOU tried New Sex? |