Lovely weekend!

Essex boy took me flying on Saturday, what fun!
Unfortunately the sky was overcast and the weather hazy, so we had almost no visibility and landed after 3 rounds above the airfield.

He's nice and fun, but I can't see anything developing apart from companionship. Ah well, you win some you lose some.

He kept texting someone all day which I found a bit rude (he wouldn't say who it was) and Canada called me, but I kept it brief and told Essex boy who it was and vice versa.

We talked more about his daughter, I stroked his fluffy cat (not an euphemism! ), we had a pub lunch and then it was soon time for me to return to London.

I tidied up like I was on fire, the flat was a mess and Dolphinboy was coming to stay, I spent ages scratching Flatmate's hair off the carpet and putting my clothes away, then I had a shower just after Dolphin text me his train was delayed- what a relief!

Dance called me as I was slathering on body lotion, he wanted to know what I was up to.
I kept the conversation brief as I was naked with lots to do, so I told him about Dolphin coming to stay and that I'd be busy on Sunday too. Let him do the worrying for once!

A little later, the door bell rang and it was Dolphinboy.
I was chopping sweet potatoes and making salad, and ran downstairs to let him in.
I had nearly forgotten the gorgeous colour of his eyes, and I was really pleased to see him!

After all September was a long time ago.

I poured him some fizz and we chatted whilst I prepared the salad and mussles- he wanted to know why Samantha and I were no longer on speaking terms. Talk about breaking the ice quickly! Thank goodness I am much more emotionally stable, so I rapidly recounted the story and then stopped myself and changed the subject. He'd just been dumped by a 21-year-old (the age gap!) who is now happily trying to be "mates", and he seemed much more domestically inclined than a few months ago.

After dinner we went to see a show which was absolutely amazing, followed by dancing in one of my regular haunts.
He kept plying me with alcohol and generally making me feel wonderful. I took him to the VIP upstairs and did a little private dance for him- well I had the perfect excuse after all those drinks!

It got a little bit more intimate, with me draped across him on the sofa, and him looking deeply into my eyes.

3 things I am a little ashamed of:
-I asked a tall blonde guy (I think I spotted him the other night with my friends) for his number but he wouldn't give it to me. His mate told me he was seeing someone. His loss!
-I had a drag on Dolphin's cigarette, urgh!
-I peed into my shoe.
This deserves a little further explanation, sorry: After shaving my bush, for some reason the pee doesn't quite know how to escape, so it squirts along my leg and down into my stilettos if I am "hovering" above the loo seat. Gross, I know. Maybe this goes some way to explaining why girls with Brazilians have smelly shoes!?

Anyway, we got the night bus home and I entered into a totally random conversation with a girl about our cervixes. I said (loud enough for her to hear):"isn't it strange that other people have seen my cervix more often than myself?" She agreed, and we laughed, whilst Dolphin looked a bit mortified. After all he sees his penis daily I assume!

I admit it, some of our chats were a bit off the wall. Walking to the club after the show, buoyed up by the experience and the can of beer he'd bought me, I told him: "I don't do boyfriends, I don't believe in them" He: "so you only do husbands?" Me: "no, I've never had one of those, but in the meantime I just do lovers, friends and toyboys. I don't see the point of boyfriends".

Back at mine, we eventually got undressed following a bit of cuddling and chatting and reading Cosmo.
He held me and kissed me, and I got very very excited at the prospect of getting to feel him inside me after all that build-up since last summer.
And I wasn't disappointed! We laughed about his nipple hair (about 10cm long!), stroked and kissed and scratched each other's skin, he sucked my nipples and stripped off my top and skirt...
I had taken off my knickers in the bathroom after a quick wash, and he called me "naughty" when he realised, assuming I had been "without" all night.
I let my hands wander down to his crotch and finally took his penis in my hands. What a nice surprise, he even tasted wonderful...

I licked and sucked him whilst looking up into his sparkly blue eyes, then he went down on me for a bit and it felt wonderful. He really knows what he is doing!

I couldn't wait for him to enter me, so I experienced with putting a vanilla-flavoured condom on him with my lips. It worked straight away and we had a real giggle about it. Next thing I knew, he had rolled me over and was above me, pushing inside me. I gasped and then just enjoyed it. His penis is a lot thicker around the middle, a bit like a sweet potato, so it felt rather tight. But good!
I wanted him to bang me hard, but he was almost a bit too gentle. Still, I wasn't complaining.

He came, I didn't but I enjoyed it nonetheless.

The next day we had a shower together. I said "day" not morning, because by the time we emerged from bed it was midday!
We soaped each other up and I slid down onto my knees and sucked his cock. I rubbed my slithery body all down his front, then took him between my breasts and finally took him into my mouth.
I sucked and licked, then swallowed and swallowed and swallowed whilst his cream hit the back of my throat, and I played with his balls and bum. I choked a little bit because there was just too much cum, so some of the sperm trickled down his stomach and was washed away by the shower. I rinsed my mouth and we laughed, then he returned the favour until the shower curtain came down.

We went back to bed and continued stroking and playing with eachother, but he was too exhausted for a repeat performance...

Also my flatmate had come home, making me feel a bit self-conscious about noises and so on- she has never heard me have sex before!

We got up eventually and walked to a nice local restaurant where he bought me lunch. I tried to pay half, honest! He is just so sweet and generous, I really had a fantastic time and I began to miss him the moment we walked into the tube station.

At lunch I actually had a bit of a crying fit, I asked his advice about my messy life, how I come across to guys and so on, and the lack of sleep and thinking about Cashmere got me all emotional. Dolphin wiped away my tears and listened patiently.

What a guy!
I took him to some antiques shops and he got me a bright scarlet jacket which I'd tried on. Oooohhh!

Now the plan is that I'll go see him on the South Coast soon...