Mistress was getting ready for her first real "date" with her prospective side-dish when I got home from work last night. I took particular pride in the fact that she chose some saucy turquoise undies I got her for Christmas last year. The potential unveiling of her assets that John had proposed via text in Wednesday night were clearly on her mind.And while I was tempted to offer to worship before she left for their rendezvous at his apartment, the downside would have been tempering the sexual edge that no likely had been building over the prospects of a first encounter with a new lover.
There was one snafu. The plan was to meet at his place at around 6 pm, but there was an unanticipated delay. John was tied up in traffic on his way home. A certain pussy grabbing white supremacist was in town to soak in the adulation from the throngs, and his motorcade had locked up traffic throughout our typically sedate burg. He was Making America Stuck in Traffic Again, and also getting in the way of some hot cuckolding sex!
Has he no shame?
Of course, we know the answer to that question.
But while the passion of the two recently acquainted love birds was delayed by our new Leader, it was not to be denied.
Mistress left about 30 minutes after she had originally planned, and reported to me via text about 30 minutes later that she had arrived safely, despite horrific traffic. Of course, I had the coordinates of her encounter in case she "disappeared". Making dinner and catching up on Westworld and the news took up my evening. And at around 10 pm or so I texted her to make sure all was OK. She responded a bit later that she was on her way home.
I did not get a fill debrief as we settled into bed. Mistress was clearly tired.
"You can have a taste slave....but I don't need another orgasm. I think my body has had enough for tonight.."
You can be assured that I took her up on her offer, sampling the sweet, creamy mixture of juices that were the remnants of her date night. I'm hoping that her body will have recovered in time for Friday morning wake-up sex.
A rather impressive first date. i've never sampled "the sweet, creamy mixture of juices that were the remnants of her date night" on the first encounter. i'm not wondering if they taste any different, than the second, third, fourth, etc...dates?
ReplyDeletesissy terri
An incredible account from your side. I like the fact you catch up on programmes. A wonder if the dish tasted cold
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