late night suprise

A few weeks ago, I'd been chatting nicely with a fella who lives about 30 minutes drive away. I wouldn't describe him as 'my type' but he is a handsome chap (of Indian heritage) and very charming. He's a musician too (classical, mainly)..,..which works for me (anything creative/artistic is a bonus).

I wanted to meet him, but wasn't in the right frame of mind to have to work at it if he's expecting sex and I'm not feeling the moment. He did suggest walking his dog or going for a beer...which is something I don't usually bother with unless I already know the guy, but I was actually up for that...but we just never got round to it in those couple of weeks

So...it was early on a Tuesday evening when I had a message to say that he was having dinner with a friend, just a couple of miles from my home. The previous 2 days I'd worked 16 hours straight each day and that Tuesday I would have done about 13 by the time I finished....so I wasn't exactly full of beans. However, I replied to say that I was expecting to be home ABOUT 10.30pm, so if it tied in with leaving his friends, he was free to drop by and say hello. I GENUINELY wasn't thinking about sex, though, of course, I knew it was a possibility.

Later that evening, as I thought I was wrapping up for the evening, I had a message to say that he was in a car park which he'd worked out couldn't be too far from my home, and was waiting for me. He said he could do a bit of work to kill time and drive round the car park to warm up if it got too cold.

I gave him the address of the house, and said I'd be another 30 mins or so, and if he didn't want to wait, that was fine.

There was a bit of me hoping he WOULD go home. nothing to do with him...just me wanting to go to bed.

With that...it became apparent there was a last minute job which needed doing. It wasn't actually up to me to do, but...well...I'm that kind of person, so I sent everyone else home and completed the task with one other colleague. In the end, it was gone 11pm when I left the venue with a 35 min drive home.

As I turned into the drive, I saw an unfamiliar car parked outside. He was still there!! I parked in the garage and while walking in to the house, I waved at him to come join me.

Quickly, he left the car and trotted up the garden path. As we went into the house, I could see he was more handsome than his photos (beautiful eyes). About 1.74m, dark curly hair, moustache a little heavier than my ideal, and spoke rather well.

I was a grubby from the days graft, so almost immediately, I invited him upstairs to chat while I shower. He stood in the en suite talking while I appreciated the hot water pouring down on me. It was heavenly.

Clean and feeling better, I dressed in some lounge gear before C followed me back downstairs to the snug where we sat and chatted for a while. I seem to remember making him a cup of tea, while I had a camomile.

(I had to stop writing here....and now lost my thread with it. However, I have no pictures to attach, so I won't labour it)

He has very attractive eyes.

We chatted comfortably..until the kissing started, and the undressing. We spent a while making out, shirtless, on the sofa. He had 'warned' me that he's VERY hairy and malts. He was correct. Very hairy indeed. Fortunately, I don't mind body hair at all though obviously the more there is, the more it gets everywhere!.

I can't recall when my pants came off, but it was obviously about that time because when C suggested we go upstairs again, whilst he followed me up the stairs, I somehow ended up on my knees, half way up, delighting in the sensation of having my hole licked out by his soft wet tongue, complemented by his tickly moustache and rough stubble. A great mix. I don't often get rimmed, so it all seemed a bit too soon when he stopped in order to continue upstairs. What I should have done, when we got to the bedroom, was to kneel on the bed and wave my arse in the air for him to continue. Instead, I made myself comfortable and with cock in hand, voyeuristically watched him strip his remaining clothing.

Once naked...he lowered himself on to me...pressing his erection into me as we continued to make out, grinding our erections together. C is very kissable.

My body was tired so I was actually enjoyed just laying still as he played with me, running his hands over my torso, biting my nipples, sucking my cock. Eventually he rolled me over and lay back on top, resting his full wight on me as he pressed his hardness into the crack of my arse, ...biting the nape of my neck (drives me nuts) as I moaned my approval.

In principle, he could have taken me right there and then, forcing his engorged manhood inside my arse and ploughing away at me until his creamy juices filled the dark shaft within. However, 'timing' wasn't ideal and I'd not 'prepared....so it was best avoided.

Equally, C mentioned that while he was willing for me to take his arse, he's quite tight and can take a while. I wasn't feeling inclined to display that much effort or patience...so we resorted to sucking, rimming and generally less energetic activity...until with a healthy dose of pressure on my scrotum, we released our loads manually...over C

I've cut this a bit short.....want to post it and move on.