Now, when I think about how nervous I got, I laugh. He breezed in with his own drinks, kicked his shoes off, sat on the bed and chatted with me while we sipped. I finally got to touch his long blonde hair (my first blonde, blue eyed, surfer dude!) While we talked.
At a certain point I realized he was just so polite, I was going to have to force him to bring it on. I took off my pants, leaving me standing there in my sweater, bra, and crotchless panties. He got the message. He smelled delicious, felt great, and had a big package. On top of knowing how to use it. It was a great night of sucking & fucking, with some laughter, storytelling, and some photography. He stayed & had breakfast (yes we had sex first), then left me with a thank you & a hug. And a sore pussy. That gets instantly wet again if I watch any of the videos he took. Now he's out there, walking around with that surfer-dude athleticism, Samaurai Jack zen and "Captain Hook" dick. Smh. As usual, ask me anything.