Here’s where it shifted to dream sex – I went to the hotel bar and ordered a scotch neat (I’m a beer & wine drinker – so I have no idea why the scotch), the drink was picked up by this handsome Hispanic man beside me. He was probably about 47 – shorter than me, around 5’5″ with deep brown eyes and a killer smile. We chatted – flirted for a bit and the next thing I know we were in my hotel suite. The suite had a nice living room w/guest bathroom. Through the double doors was the bedroom with a fabo bathroom.
The next thing I know he is all over me. Clothes are thrown all over the bathroom and we’re in the marble shower. In the midst of it all, I panicked that I didn’t know how to French kiss (it’s like riding a bicycle right — oh please tell me it is), and I just sat there. Which caused him to panic because I stopped. I was forcing my self to move my tongue so it wouldn’t sit there like a dead fish – but it couldn’t be a speed demon either. Trying to find that balance was driving me crazy – and not in a good way.
By this time his cock was so hard that I should have had it classified as a lethal weapon. For such a short guy in height – he made up for it in this department – wow — he could poke an eye out or seriously do some internal damage. I told myself to concentrate – after all, I was horney and wanted laid. We’re going after it like two teens who just discovered their hormones — then I asked — do you have any condoms? He looked at me — and replied, well no — I wasn’t expecting this — don’t you have any? I said no – they were at home keeping my sex toys warm. He didn’t find humor in that like I did. Then he throws at me – I have Syphilis.
I’m like – WHAT? Well hell, I’m disease free and I’m keeping it that way. He mumbled about not being contagious. I’m like nah — you go get those condoms. He ran from the suite – naked – in search of condoms.
Now I’m in my bathroom, hot and really bothered. I glance about and see the removable shower head. In the shower I go. With the shower head on massage, I aim it right at my clit as my fingers do some walking. In no time flat I am one relieved camper.
Lying butt naked on the bed, he comes back into the room (still naked I might add) with two handfuls of condoms – each handful is red, but one side taste like strawberries and the other has some sort of warming lubricant on it. I didn’t have the heart to tell him that he was too late…
…so I woke up.
Yeah, I know cruel — but I couldn’t wait for him. Who knows when or if he was coming back (then again – he did need his clothes). Moral of this story – remember to be prepared no matter what realm you’re having sex in!