[Basic stats from original post - 5'11", half Black and half Japanese, with a slim athletic body and a big ass.]

First of all, I'm sorry to everyone that reached out and I didn't reply. I was only in town for the weekend (housesitting), so it, unfortunately, would have taken too long to get through all the messages while finding someone... but thank you for taking the time to reply. Bunch of good ones too, and some nice options out there 😉

I had a couple of excellent replies, but Edward's first message led to a fantastic conversation, and we just vibed well. Edward was genuine, nice, and asked great follow-up questions, plus he was a cutie with just what I was looking for. The chemistry was there, so I said let's make plans.

He wanted to get drinks at a craft cocktail bar. I looked up the menu, and the drinks sounded delicious, so I was happy to agree.

When I got ready, I put on the cute outfit I had packed: a pleated skirt, tank, and a cropped sweater, definitely trying to turn some heads, but I was a bit anxious since it was the first time I did a RAOBJ.

He was in front of the bar and greeted me with a smile, a compliment, and a small hug. He said he hopes I'm as anxious as he is; it might make the drinks taste better. It made me chuckle, but it was nice to know we were both on the same level.

He already had his name down for a table, and we continued the conversation we were having via text. We got our table, ordered drinks, and kept the conversation flowing. When we finished our first drink, I asked if he wanted to stay or head out, as I was convinced I had made the right call.

I was a bit surprised when he said he wanted to keep hanging out and getting to know me. He said there's something relaxing about kind of knowing where the night is headed, and hopefully, he doesn't ruin that, but it's just liberating when it comes to talking and comfort. I wasn't sure if being called a "sure thing" is ever a compliment, but I understood what he was saying, and I was having a good time. A bit over an hour went by of us just hanging out, talking, and flirting, which was actually lovely.

By the time we were ready to leave, we each had three drinks, and I was sitting next to him, rubbing his leg while we talked. He said he actually really liked me. I couldn't help but tease him and say, "you'll love me in a bit," while I put my hand on his crotch.

We split the check. I sent the address. It's only a 4-minute drive. I told him to give me 5 minutes to put the dog in the other room and freshen up.

I greeted him and asked if he wanted some water or juice and did my best to put him at ease. He looked a little nervous, so I took him to the couch. Sat him down, straddled his lap, and started making out. I stopped and asked if he felt better; he nodded. I told him I was going to grab some drinks, and I wanted his shoes, pants, and shirt off when I got back.

I walk back into the living room. His clothes are on the sofa, and he's sitting in tight grey boxer briefs. He's pretty fit, and you could tell he goes to the gym. There was already a wet spot from playing with him at the bar. He traced his hand over his sizable bulge while his eyes followed me around the room.

I hopped back on his lap, put my hands on his tight chest, and kissed him one more time before sliding down to my knees between his legs and helping him take his cock out.

Finally, I had my hands on his BWC, and he was well-groomed, which I appreciated. It looked pretty big in the pictures he sent but holding it was a whole different thing. I could feel the weight of his beautiful, thick, uncut cock, and I was extremely turned on by it. I slowly stroked him with both hands with a grin on my face. I just wanted to admire and compliment his body for a minute, feel how thick he is, and watch his reactions to my hands.

He looked like he was really enjoying my hands, so I got closer and kissed his inner thighs. He let out a small laugh, and his hips twitched a little with each peck. I love how sensitive he was and how he reacted with every touch.

Time to step it up. I started stroking. I could just wrap my fingers around him. I went a little faster and moved my tongue to his balls. He let out a moan, so that just encouraged me to continue. His full balls felt great in my mouth and my hands. I gave them plenty of attention and could feel some precum on my hand. As much as I liked his balls, I couldn't resist anymore. I ran my small tongue up and down the length of his dick a few times and let my lips slide across him.

Then with two hands working his shaft, I kissed his head and slid him into my mouth. I started slowly at first, focusing on the head. I made sure to keep my lips tightly sealed against his head and tongued around his foreskin, to which his moans approved. I was working his throbbing cock in my mouth, and his super sexy moaning and groaning and caressing was such a turn that I was contemplating climbing on his dick right then and there.

But I was determined to see how deep I could take him and was really enjoying this. He was content with sitting back, letting me do my thing, and just being vocal and giving compliments. I was loving every second.

I stroked him slowly, twisting my hand around his girthy cock and steadily taking him deeper and deeper. Not gonna lie; I was struggling with his size a little bit and gasping for air and drooling on it. After some time, I needed a quick break for my knees and to catch my breath, and I wanted to give his dick a rest too.

I sat on the couch with him, and he wanted to make out, which I really enjoyed. His hands were all over me. He'd been staring at my ass a lot and finally grabbed it with his strong hands. I stroked his balls as he handled my ass a little.

I was ready to keep going, and he was eager for my mouth.

I got back down between his legs and started slow and sensual, with lots of kissing and worshipping. Then I dove in and started sucking like it gave me life. I tried to get him down my throat a few times. I could get more than half of him. My lips tightly sealed around the thickness of his cock. I couldn't work down the rest of him.

Then he suddenly put his hand behind my head and slowly but steadily pushed the rest of his length into my throat... which was fucking incredible. It's only happened to me once before, but I could feel my legs shaking as he sunk further into me, and it was terrific. He held me tightly against his body for a while as I did my best to work my tongue around his cock, and by now, I was practically soaked. I couldn't hang on any longer, and tapped his leg to let me up.

I slid him out of me and gasped a little for breath while he moaned hard. I couldn't help but giggle a little because I was definitely at my limit, but his face was totally worth it. He looked like he was in ecstasy and semi out of it.

I asked if he was close. He nodded. I asked if he wanted me to do that again. He emphatically nodded. I stroked his slick length a couple of times. I was hyping myself up, catching my breath, and enjoying playing with his spit-covered cock. Then with one hand wrapped around the base and another gripping his thigh, I started to take him as deep as possible. Then he put his hand on my head and gave that steady pressure till my little mouth couldn't fit anymore, and I was at the base. My mouth and throat were stuffed, but I undulated my tongue as much as I could, and that was enough to send him over. I could feel his legs tensing, and I could taste him, but I was at my limit. As I pulled him out, I can feel him cumming down my throat, then in my mouth, and finally on my chest. He was groaning with pleasure, and I moaned as every inch of him exited my mouth.

I stroked him slow and sucked lightly on the head to get the last of his thick load, swallowing what was in my mouth, he tasted pretty good, so I cleaned off my chest and licked my fingers.

I rested my head on his thigh while we both caught our breath. He kept complimenting me, ngl I basked in it a little bit. I praised him a little and said I loved going down on him.

He asked if he could reciprocate, but I was a little spent, and he looked like he was as well. Plus, I kind of liked having my boundary set and sticking to it. But I told him he'd have to get me next time. Definitely!

We finished talking, got cleaned up, and dressed. I walked him to the door in my undies, kissed him, and said bye.

I can't wait to do this again!

Also, Edward, like I said, if you're ever in San Diego, hit me up! I'd love to show you around. Plus, you owe me one ;)