Just came back from another tryst with my ATF, Cici. My AMP of choice officially closes at 10, but I find that it stays open later from time to time. So yesterday, I texted mamasan around 10:10 and asked if they were open. She told me they'd closed, so I wished her well and went on with my night.

Mamasan sent me a text earlier today enticing me to come in, but I was busy and wasn't sure I was interested in vising the AMP today. At 9:48, Mamasan sent me a text asking me if I was going to visit. I figured what the hell, I'd make the drive and see my girl. I told her I'd be there in 20, threw on a shirt, walked out the door, and floored it.

The door was locked by the time I arrived (they always lock it later in the evening), so I rang the doorbell and waited a moment. Mamasan greeted me and said it had been a while (even though it really hadn't, lol). She took my card, confirmed that I wanted half an hour, and said "I know you want Cici" without having to ask. The doorbell rang, and Mamasan instructed me to go into the first empty room while she assisted the next monger. I did as I was told, but was somewhat tense, as the next guy was quite loud. I'd been there while others were around before, but most AMP visitors try to be as inconspicuous as possible. This guy was so loud I wondered if there was an ongoing raid.

Cici entered, and her lack of alarm indicated to me that my fears were unfounded. We started to kiss, and my hands roamed across her short, slender body. I cupped her ass and gently pushed her into a wall as we explored each other's mouths. Suffice to say, she'd been missed.

After a while I stripped at her insistence. She asked if I wanted a massage, and I said no. I almost always skip the massage at this AMP, but I'd never skipped it with Cici before, so she was a bit taken aback. She insisted I lie down anyway, and after shimmying out of her slippers and skimpy black dress, She did that thing MTs do from time to time where they walk across your back. It wasn't bad, and after a moment or two, she had us switch places. So there I was, holding onto the ceiling bars as Cici guided me through walking on her back. I was apprehensive about putting my weight on her--I'm 5'6 and 150lbs, but she's around 5'3 or 5'4 and maybe 100 to 110lbs, if I'm being generous--but I eventually gave in, and her moans of satisfaction made it clear that she was more than capable of taking my weight.

After she'd gotten her fill, Cici rolled off the table so I could lay down, and she straddled me, kissing me deeply while using a free hand to massage my balls. She traced kisses down my neck before paying my nipples some attention, sucking them and flicking them back and forth with her tongue. Finally, she produced a condom and slid it on my dick, which was incredibly erect by this point.

Cici went to town, oscillating between teasing my head with tongue flicks and deep throating my shaft (she could take it deeper than she could previously, which was cool to realize). While she was sucking me off, I went from stroking her hair to letting my hands roam down her body. I lightly smacked her ass, letting her know that I wanted to eat her out. Without taking my dick out of her mouth, she slowly rotated herself into 69 position. Talk about professional, I didn't even know that was possible.

I dived right in, lightly kissing her inner thigh and outer folders before concentrating on her clit. We kept 69ing for a while, to the point where I could've cum, despite the fact that I've scarcely cum from oral before. Eventually, she lifted herself up, got back on the table, and sat on my cock. I loved the feeling of penetrating her, and the fact that she started kissing me while riding made it all the better. She has that technique you always see in JAV, where it's all tongue, and I can't get enough of it.

After a while of cowgirl, we switch to missionary. It felt great. I lightly scratched her body, and she moaned in approval, encouraging me to go harder, faster, and deeper. We kept it up for a while, and when I decided I was ready to pop, I planted one leg off the ground, dragged approximately one of Cici's asscheecks off the table with me, and proceeded to pound her with all my energy. I eventually popped, and it was an amazing feeling.

After all was said and done, she offered me a hot towel, and was surprised when I turned her down. I only paid for 30 minutes, and as I'd already arrived past closing I wanted to be cognizant and respectful of the time. I didn't want any of the superfluous services that could cut into fucking and cuddling. Now that we'd gotten the sex out of the way, I wanted to cuddle.

I invited Cici onto the table with me and she obliged. I turned onto my side, and I kissed her while her hands roamed across my body, focusing on my chest and my ass. We continued to make out, yes, but I also got to stroke her hair behind her ear, kiss her forehead, and kiss her nose. It was a good time, honestly just as good the sex, and Cici definitely let me go well over my allotted time.

I tried to ask her what she likes to do during her free time, but she didn't understand the question, so I told her to forget about it. She'd previously mentioned over text that we should meet up "without the lady boss knowing," but since Cici hadn't brought it up since, I didn't either. I found myself cursing the language barrier, because we've developed a pretty solid rapport without being able to understand each other, and I could only imagine how much better things could be if we could.

I've talked about it in my previous post, but I can tell that Cici goes above and beyond what is expected of her when she's servicing me, and she offers a level of physical intimacy which goes beyond sex, which I appreciate. Truth be told, I'm a young, fit guy who's outgoing, artistic, and makes good money relative to my age. I can, and regularly do, hook up with women outside of AMPs. But it's been a while since I've found someone with whom the post-coital cuteness and cuddles feels natural. Cici is one of those people, which I really like. I don't feel a need to place labels on everything, I don't feel a need to own what I like, but I do like to enjoy the time I do have with someone, even if it's temporary. I hope that Cici brings up the notion of meeting up outside the AMP again, but if not, I won't push it, and I'll enjoy the moments we do have together, all the while looking for a civilian woman with whom I could develop a similar rapport.

We eventually slipped out of each other's embrace, got dressed (Cici poked fun at me for dressing like a old man), and hugged and kissed some more. Then she took my hand and walked me to the building's exit. I waved bye to Mamasan before kissing Cici one last time, brushing her hair behind her ear once more. I could see the Mamasan looking on with amusement. Then I wished Cici well and stepped out into the cold. [Insert Doomer Wojak here]