Monday, September 5, 2011

Play Time on the Road with Single Guy

Traveling for work is not as glamorous as it looks.  Sure, it gives me the freedom I need to prowl, which is great, but it's also a grind.  Every now and then, though, I get one of those traveling fringe benefits that makes it all a little more palatable.  This time, his name was D.

First of all, I have to admit that I broke my own rule for D. Many of you are aware that my number one cheating rule is married men only (Read Kat's Top 10 Cheating Rules).  Why?  It's simple. A married guy has just as much at stake as I do.  A single guy doesn't have to worry about the threat of a spouse finding out and having his whole life turned upside down.

Not only is this my number one rule, but it's a non-negotiable rule. Uh.....well......sort of.  It was until I met D.

I met him on Ashley Madison and his profile said "Attached" so I assumed that meant married or at least in a committed relationship.  Long story short, he's divorced, but I met with him anyway.  I can't say why I did.  Just a feeling, maybe?

Anyway, we first met several months ago for what I thought was a great play session, and there was something special about this guy.  We had a lot in common, but that wasn't it.  It was a connection of some kind. Know what I mean? I even told Cara that this one might be the one that stops my prowling for good. It was that intense of a feeling for me.

But then I didn't hear from him and he didn't reply to my texts or emails.  Ouch. It blew me away.  Could I have been that wrong? I'm pretty intuitive, but it never occurred to me that he'd treat me like a one night stand.  None of the signals pointed to that before we had sex. To make a long story short, we reconnected, then he stopped responding. Again....again. Normally, he would have been history after the first lack of response after we met, but I simply couldn't let this one go. Still, I wasn't sure where this was going, if anywhere.

So, when he asked about getting together and I told him where I'd be traveling for work and that I'd only have one night, and that it would take him several hours to drive there, I fully expected him to decline.  But he didn't.  And when he communicated in the early evening that day and said he hadn't left yet, I fully expected that he'd call it off.  But he didn't.

He showed up somewhere between 11:00 pm. and midnight. I opened the door and smiled as I saw him standing there with a travel bag thrown over his shoulder. It had been months since I had seen him, but he was every bit as delicious - more so, actually - as the last time I saw him. He stepped in the room confidently and kissed me. Ah yes, I remembered that kiss perfectly.  I'd been imagining it for a long time, and wondering if I'd experience it again. We stepped into the room, still kissing, until we were near the bed.  He dropped his bag. I pulled off his shirt. Mmmm.....strong arms, familiar tattoos. He slipped off my robe, leaving me in the black satin baby doll nightie I had on underneath.

It was late.  I was tired, but he had my full attention. I can't remember the exact order of things right now, but there are some things from that evening I'll never forget, like the way he moaned as I was sucking his cock when I slipped one of the toys he brought into his ass and turned on the vibration ever so lightly, increasing the intensity as I went along. I love listening to that helpless moaning, almost like begging, as control is lost and pleasure takes over.  I love getting to decide if I'll give pleasure or withhold it.  Usually, I'm the one who doesn't have the power in bed, but in this situation, it's a rare turning of the tables and I relish it.

He came hard into my mouth, pushing my head down onto him.  He didn't have to, I already had his cock in my throat as he came, swallowing his cum, squeezing the head with each swallow, working the vibrator in his ass - not turning it down just yet. I wanted to hear him ask me to stop, to see how long we could keep this going. He finally moaned, "Please, stop, turn it off...." I did, but it took me a moment.  I wanted him to feel that extra little shot of intensity as a punctuation mark to the experience.  Oops....I turned it on higher first, completely by accident, of course (wink wink), then I gradually turned it down and slowly pulled it out.

I climbed up and snuggled next to him. He kissed me. We played some more. He fingered me to orgasm, took me from behind - all very nice. We talked. We laid together quietly. He rolled on top of me and fucked me missionary style so I could look at him, and I came harder than I had in a long, long time. I remember thinking as I looked at him, "What is it about this man that has me breaking my rules?"

I couldn't answer the question, but I knew I wanted more.

At about 2:00 a.m., he got up and started getting dressed.  WTF??!!!!

He insisted that he go so I could get some sleep because I had to work in the morning. He was going to make that multi-hour drive back in the middle of the night. I was stunned.  What did that mean????

This time, I decided not to analyze it. I'd had a really nice time, I was very, very tired, and I did have to work in the morning....uh, in a few hours. He gathered up his stuff, and kissed me goodbye.

"You'll hear from me, I promise," he said. I smiled and kissed him again.

"Have a safe drive," I whispered as I gave him one more kiss and ushered him out the door before locking it securely behind him.

I think I was asleep before my head hit the pillow.

We exchanged a few texts the next day confirming that he made it home safely and that I actually did get up in time for work. Then there wasn't much communication at all for a couple of weeks. Normally, that would bother me, but I had learned that's just how D was.

Then the text I was waiting for arrived - "When are you traveling again?  Where? Can I join you?"

I guess every rule needs an exception.


JerZey Girl said...

Damn Kat! I read your rules and someone else told me the rule about the single guy and then this single guy totally sweet talked me into breaking the rule. We have not officially met yet but he assured me his single manhood would not be a problem. he is a pilot and I'm sorry but when am I ever going to get another chance to fuck a pilot?!?!

He is super cute and super sexy and yes, he complimented my blog and that's exactly how he broke me. I am a whore for a guy who likes my blog :(

Anonymous said...

Hey JerZey Girl (or anyone else reading), where does one find this blog of yours?

Sexy post, Kat!

Kat said...

Anon, you can find JerZey Girl's blog at:

JerZey Girl said...

OMG! Thanks for the PIMPIN'!
Did you like it??