Lingering Glances

 

I couldn't help steel glances at her chest. She must've purchased some better-fitting bras. I wonder if she went for a professional fitting locally, or measured herself. Either way, she looked good.

"Bonnie...?"

"Oh, sorry honey, I was just distracted for a minute there. What'd you want to know?"

A guy had strolled past a few moments ago, all sculpted jawline and tanned skin, and Bonnie’s gaze had locked onto his. That little tilt of her head, that slight parting of her lips. We'd agreed on this, hadn't we? A loosening of boundaries, an exploration. But watching it play out in front of me felt different than I'd expected.

I was trying to tell her about running into our neighbor at the grocery store earlier this morning. "So, she invited us over for a barbecue…" My voice trailed off as I realized she wasn't listening.

Her eyes were fixed on another man now. Younger this time, with a messy mop of dark hair and laughing at something his companion said. Bonnie’s smile widened, that particular kind of smile that wasn’t meant for me.

“Hey, are you listening?” I asked, trying to keep the frustration from my voice.

She blinked, her attention snapping back to me with an embarrassed realization. “Oh! Sorry, babe. I don't know what's gotten into me today.” The apology felt hollow.

I repeated my question about the dinner invitation, but she just nodded vaguely, already scanning the patio again. Her eyes lingered on our waiter, and I could sense her assessing him. Judging his potential. Was there no man off-limits?

I know we'd agreed on this path, but it was infuriating all the same right now. But I imagined her at some point, another man touching her cheek, pulling her close to his body. The image pulsed in my mind - a forbidden fantasy fueled by our mutual arrangement.

“You okay?” she asked, tilting her head again, that utterly charming gesture.

"Fine," I mumbled, picking at the edge of the table. "Just…thinking."

She leaned forward, her voice dropping to a whisper. “About what? About how handsome our waiter is? Or maybe you're wondering if I’ll finally ask someone home today?” Her eyes sparkled with mischief, and I knew she was deliberately poking at my unease, enjoying my discomfort.

I didn’t respond. What was I thinking? That maybe this whole experiment was a mistake on my part? Or perhaps this was just a temporary feeling - one small upward hill on the roller coaster adventure ahead of us? How does one discern one from the other?

She let out a soft laugh. "I see it's now your turn to be lost in thought, huh?"

Outstanding in the field

Four years later and I'm back with a new post! Sometimes pictures write their own story, so I wanted to share this somewhere.

Not sure how often I'll post going forward, but will as the urge hits.

So without further ado...enjoy!

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We live in a small town where everyone knows each other and gossip spreads like a weed. So one of my best friends was taken aback when I revealed I'd recently been thinking about gender identities and sexual preferences. And more specifically, how I'd been second-guessing my own.

I timidly asked him if I could give him head, just to see what it was like. He was rightfully reluctant, but I eventually made progress after repeatedly reminding him we could stop at any time, no one would ever know, and he'd be helping me out with my soul-searching.

So he agreed to drive separately to a remote field early one morning. I'd arrive first so I could change clothes and put on some makeup before he ever saw me. When he showed up, he met me out in the field, out of the sight of anyone driving by. 

Without talking, I helped him get his penis out and put it between my lips. He slowly grew as I worked him in and out of my mouth. We must've both enjoyed the sensations of what was happening, since we kept going at it. As an aside, I hadn't expected to make eye contact with him throughout, but yeah, that totally happened which was kinda sweet! 😉

After some time, I increased my pace and urgency, and he came in my mouth. I thought I was ready for this moment, but some spilled on the ground as I gagged a little. Oops! But I tasted everything he gave me, got a feel for his consistency and warmth on my tongue, and then swallowed it down.

I then waited for him to walk back to his car. Once he drove off, I cleaned myself up in my own car and changed back before heading home.

When I next saw him, I thanked him for our rendezvous, I know it took courage on his part. His face lit up and he admitted it wasn't as awkward as he first imagined. He asked me how my journey was going. I smiled and said, "It's going well, I'm definitely learning more by experience! Speaking of which, I really enjoyed our meet-up the other day. What would you say to a second secret date?" 

He said yes...I can barely wait! 

Hiatus

Thank you to anyone that has read my blog, and I hope you've enjoyed at least some of my posts.  

At this time I've decided to take a break from this blog.  

I've titled this post "Hiatus" since I know writing can ebb and flow, and may continue again sometime in the future.

Until then...