Thursday, 6 December 2012

Knock Knock

Anyone who caught a glimpse of my twitter feed on Monday night (03/12/12) would have noticed that I was feeling a little mopey. I'm a social person and I was feeling very lonely after having had the day off. One of my workplaces is also causing me a lot of stress money wise. Being over stressed is actually almost becoming the standard there.

Instead of giving myself and another woman extra hours to cover a third woman who is resigning the boss instead hired someone new. There is also talk of re writing all the rosters so that instead of working for example, three full days a week staff would now work six half days. They also apparently want to roster more junior staff on over weekends since us older staff earn more due to penalty rates when we are rostered on over weekends.

I earn approximately $800 a fortnight. Without my penalty rates I could lose anywhere between $100 and $200 a fortnight. That would mean I'd be in very big trouble money wise. I already work two jobs! As for reducing full days to half days that would just make working in my other job very difficult. As it stands I often do full days at both jobs. Spreading one job across most days means I would probably have to miss out on a lot of hours at my library job. Not happy.

But anyway, there I was sitting at home moping. Grumpy that The Shy Guy wasn't around to talk too, grumpy that no one else was around to talk and really upset having just found out the news about work. So there I was, sitting on the couch in dirty paint covered trackies, a stained t shirt with no bra on and with the wrappings from my frozen dinner on the floor beside me when I thought I heard a knock at the door. I listened closely just to be sure. Yes, it was definitely a knock.

I opened the door cautiously so that no one could see what I was wearing. Usually I wouldn't have cared so much but I was pretty sure I knew who it was. I was right, it was The Shy Guy. I think I felt all the blood drain from my face and I told him to wait. I shut the door on the poor guy and quickly went to put some decent clothes on. I was so glad I'd showered earlier, it was just a shame I hadn't shaved my legs!

I let him in and we chilled on the couch for a little while before he kissed me. We actually stayed on the couch for quite sometime. I'm trying to learn how to be a gentle kisser and I find that as soon as I'm in bed I lose a lot of my abilities for gentle.

With his pants unzipped and my shirt off we eventually went to bed. We lay side by side as he fingered me and I stroked his cock through his shorts. I was close to cumming just from his finger work but I was having a little problem. I had spent a very good amount of time testing out one of my new vibrators the night before so my clit was still very sensitive. Just as I was nearing the WOW moment it all became to much and I pulled his hand away. I will admit the poor bloke had a rather confused look on his face but I think I explained myself later.

After blowing him for a little we went back to lying side by side, his cock nestled between my legs. With it so close to me I couldn't help but rub it against my clit. By golly it felt nice.

In the end I just couldn't resist it any longer and reached for the condoms, briefly sucking him before I slid it on I asked him to fuck me. This is something The Shy Guy isn't very confident with but I'm hoping my orgasms from it will be enough to eventually make him aware of his skill. Damn he's good. I love the feeling of him in so deep, just about hitting the back of me. I've never really experienced that before. Did I mention he's big?

After I came we rolled over so that I was on top. I fucked him like this for several orgasms before asking him how he wanted to cum. Blow job it was. So I made sure I had my little towel ready and went to work. Teasing his knob, licking his shaft and sucking on his balls before taking him all in.

Part way through this The Shy Guy changed his mind. He wanted to come on my breasts. So we positioned ourselves with him kneeling over me and myself lying back in bed to watch how he handled himself. I like watching. Watching him as he came closer he angled his penis down toward me more and shut his eyes. The first spurt mostly missed me, shooting over the mark. The next several hit their targets with ease and I wish now that I'd reached out to taste him as he came. I stand by what I've said before, this man produces a lot of cum.

We cuddled in bed after with The Shy Guy mopping up some cum from my shoulder that I had missed in my clean up. We stayed that way for awhile, just kissing before unfortunately The Shy Guy had to leave. Though unexpected it was a nice way to spend a Monday evening.

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