Although I just had a smoking session with Mila the day before, I just couldn't resist swinging by to see Samantha on Thanksgiving. Between ogling Samantha's pictures on-line, "self-massage" and the extra serving of Wheaties I'd had for breakfast, I was throbbing for most of the morning and had a painful case of blue balls by Noon. So guys, you know the dilemma: "am I really going to show up to my boss' house late for Thanksgiving". Luckily, the little devil on my shoulder won that debate "you'll make a much better impression on the boss and her family if you actually show up in a good mood" . . .
One click and I was ringing MIR4U2 (yes, I have 646 234 2794 on my speed dial). The phone girl, who now recognizes my voice and my number answered "hi, it's good to hear from you again so soon" (I'm usually a once a week kind of guy). Explained that I needed to see Samantha ASAP, but that I didn't have that much time. Booked my time, jumped in the shower, gave every part of me a thorough scrubbing (I had heard that Samantha does pretty amazing things with her tongue) and even dug up some cologne (yes, I admit it, I was acting like a loser high school kid getting ready for his first date).
Got to the building, buzzed in and slowly walked up the stairs. The anticipation/build up was killing me (sweaty palms, butterflies in the stomach, etc) and as I walked through the door, my heart was pounding as I took in Samantha. I admit it, I couldn't take my eyes off of those tits and I couldve blown it right there. Thankfully, I'm not 17 anymore and was able to keep it together long enough to get in the room.
As soon as the door closed, I walked right up to Samantha and started lightly kissing her neck. My hands and fingers wandered liberally, stroking every part of her back, her ass, her neck, her ears, arms, hands and face. I purposely held off on touching/sucking those ripe breasts. Instead I got down on my knees and gently kissed her thighs and ass while caressing her calves/feet. She then got down on her knees, pulled off my t-shirt and while running her nails over my back and my chest whispered in my ear "please baby, s*** my p**** "
Never one to want to disappoint a woman, let alone a hot one, I led Samantha to the massage table and laid her down. I peeled off her top and started to lightly suck and kiss . . . I know a lot of us guys can get into a real vs fake discussion, but in this case it's irrelevant, theyre wonderfully soft and more than a perfect handful. I then slowly worked my way south (I can get incredibly turned on my a woman's stomach and belly button) and was eventually met by a very warm and inviting Samantha. I pulled aside her bottom and started a slow, grinding assault of the "jade door" with my tongue. Could have been my imagination, but Samantha was moaning softly and grinding upwards into my mouth. I wasn't going to let this moment go and climbed up on the table and positioned myself over her for some 69. Samantha started to suck on my satchel while using her hand to slowly, gently tease my shaft. It was unbearable.
In the heat of the moment, I did something I've always wanted to do, but never had the balls to do: I used a finger to gently rub the outside of the "chrysanthemum door" (do an Internet search for chrysanthemum, you'll see exactly what I mean). It's as though she took it as a cue, Samantha spread the cheeks and started rimming and stroking my shaft. Now this really was unbearable and it wasn't before long that I blew a load of DNA all over her chest, stomach, hands, etc.
Post paper towel and alcohol spray bottle clean up, we sat on the couch chatting, laughing about who knows what. After a few minutes, Samantha leaned over and asked "what's next?". "I'm not sure I have any gas left in the tank" . . . "Dont worry baby, leave that to me, I'll be right back".
Samantha came back, got down on her hands and knees and started giving me a tongue bath like none I've ever had. Didn't matter that I had just been de-hydrated about 10 minutes ago, in a manner of minutes, she had me saluting the flag again. She took out the rain coat and that's when I almost laughed out loud: "honey, I'm flattered by the magnum, but I really want to feel you, how about we use a half bottle". "No problem" and she was right back with a proper fitting suit. (For those who haven't read my other reviews, I'm about 4" at full attention, on a good day. I count it as a real victory when a woman doesn't laugh in my face the first time she meets mini-me)
Properly fitted, Samantha climbed on top and started to give me a great grinding CG. I needed some RCG, which she was happy to accommodate. Time for me to do some work, Spn, then Dgg, the Mssnr. This must have gone on for 10, 15 minutes. It was exactly how fkcng was meant to be, hot and sweaty. I was drenched. Being that it was my second shot, I knew there was only one way for me to get it over the goal line. Mssnr with both of her legs over my shoulders, with both of my hands holding her shoulders. Drilled her hard - guys, she can take a pounding. I didn't want it to end, but I couldn't last long this way. As I closed in on the goal, I pulled out, pulled off the rain coat and burped the worm all over her stomach. It was a beautiful thing.
I really wanted to try for a third shot, if there's a lady that could pull it off, Samantha is the one. Unfortunately, I had to get to my Thanksgiving dinner. It's always good to have another fantasy to look forward to. With enough charm, time and resources, I get the feeling that there's even more fun to be had with Samantha . . . Of course, I'll be back to find out
G'sLFH