Saturday, November 6, 2010

2nd Part Of The 2nd Tale Of A Tale Of Two Men



So where we left off...  I shared an intense, serendipitous "eye-lock" with "Kismet Kevin" as he walked past the restaurant. He returned 15 minutes later at the direction of some unknown force. We talked, flirted and he gave me The. Best. Kiss. Ever.


Kismet Kevin


Tuesday night. My event was winding down and we started texting each other. One of his texts included his address. I rushed through my goodbyes and networking and dashed over to his place.

His apartment was his workshop. There was no true living space or furniture. No bed in the bedroom, no food in the kitchen. There were tools everywhere. It was a mess. I asked him, "Where do you sleep?" He explained he doesn't sleep much but pointed to the leather futon, "It folds out." He kissed me again and said my mouth tasted good - I forgot all about the state of his place.



We hung out for about 15 minutes before deciding to go get something to eat. But he didn't realize how late it was. The restaurant he wanted to take me to would be closed by the time we got there but we decided to give it a shot anyway. He knew the owners. We dashed northbound along Orchard Street and sure enough, they were closed, garbage was being thrown to the curb from the open basement trapdoor on the sidewalk. He knocked on the glass door, said something to the guy who answered and we were let in.

Besides the chef and manager on staff that night, we were the only two in the restaurant. My steak was succulent. He had mussels and we discussed our families, race and the near riot at South Street Seaport during a free Drake concert that night.

I always chew gum after I eat, and I offered him a piece as well. He accepted. "You trying get me ready for later?"

I smiled.

The stroll back to his apartment was leisurely. He told his travel tales. The conversation turned to sex as we got closer to his building. We stood outside and continued to talk. I could tell he was feeling out the situation. He made his decision and unlocked the door. He took my hand, interlocking his fingers with mine and led me up the stairs to his 5th floor apartment. They say exercise leads to great sex and the blood was definitely pumping by the time we got to his apartment. He put on some music, we talked a little more and then he kissed me. Oh. Yeah.

Foreplay alone lasted about an hour. He kissed and licked and sucked EVERYTHING. My Achilles, palm of my hand, elbow, armpits. He wanted me to pull his hair while we kissed and while he sucked my neck and breasts. And I felt every kiss and lick in my back and toes. He undressed me piece by piece and took charge. Nothing was rushed.

We stood so he could open the futon. Up against the wall, we kissed. We humped like animals and I took him out of his shorts; I was impressed by what I saw and stroked. I was leaking down my inner thigh. He left a wet trail down the front of my thigh. Despite his level of excitement, he restrained himself and the focus returned to me. He made me turn and face the wall and pulled my hips back towards him. Anilingus to the point that my knees trembled. He laid me down on the futon and his oral skills on the "front end" were brilliant. It's uncanny. Like we had been lovers for years...the way he knew my body. My breath quickened, my moans grew louder and he knew that meant to keep doing what he was doing - not to change a thing. I was on the verge of tears and begging for penetration. Good things come to those who wait...


"If I smoked, I'd be going out now for a cigarette."


I don't usually sleepover but if I hadn't, I would've missed the ice cream he went out to get after we were done and the morning sex. The delicious morning sex that began with him disappearing under the sheets for half an hour.






The same day I said to Muchacha was looking for a raw, torrid affair, just some hot summer sex, along he came. He served his purpose. I haven't seen him since. It's like I don't think about him but I still think about the sex. People come into your life for whatever reason they're meant to. He took a chance and made the bold move of coming back to the restaurant after he went home. It paid off for the both of us. I'm not saying you'll "catch" great sex that way but you never know. For all the romantics, you might "catch" love. Broader outlook: If there's something you want, go for it. Follow your gut. Don't question it, just go with it.



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