Bright Lights, Not So Big City

Saturday morning drives are simply the best when there's no one on the road, it's a beautiful sunny day out, you've got a nice crispy and warm NY bagel with a schmear of cream cheese and a slice of lox, and oh yeah, a warm slender hand stroking your cock as you make your way down the highway. Such was the start of my 4th of July weekend.

The plans were for me to pick Michelle up Saturday morning and then we would head out. We realized while on cam together Friday night, that it was a waste of time for me to wait till morning, so I picked her up at about 10PM. I made us a light dinner - grilled salmon and veggies - and we crashed on the couch watching a Rescue Me marathon [ahh the wonders of the dvr!!].

A few hours later, I woke up in a spoon position, my hand not only up Michelle's shirt, but tweaking a nipple. And her still sound asleep. Go figure. I slid my hand under her cotton shorts and placed my palm directly over her mound giving her a firm nudge. A smile crept over her face and we took a few minutes to get reacquainted, morning breath be damned!!

Once the car was packed and double checked we headed out to the best bagel store in the world - Hot Bagels - got our order and off we went. We had about an hour and a half drive so we fired up the iPod and enjoyed the scenery. It wasn't long before hands were roaming - mainly my hand on her thigh - in a glad we're spending time together, kind of way. I was running my fingertips across her skin when Michelle said it was her turn. She then proceeded to slide her hand up my cargo shorts, under my boxers and began slowly and deliberately stroking me while I drove. Not only did we carry on a conversation, but she had a book in her other hand, and I had a bottled water in mine. Multitaskers, unite!!

We made it to Hoboken, dropped our stuff off and made our way around the town. It's a nice, kinda small, somewhat quiet, place. We found a place to get some food that was rather overpriced I thought, and somewhat small in portion - but I guess that's what you get when you live right across from the Big Apple. We brought some stuff back to my friend's townhouse and just chilled out a bit. That was to be the main theme of the night.

The plan was to make dinner, then head up to the terrace just outside the main bedroom and catch the fireworks display. But when I got a call from the homeowners checking in, they said they had made a reservation a while back at the Chart House in the next town over. Though it is part of a chain, they said it was definitely worth it, since we both liked seafood. We debated for a while and I guess the drive finally got to me because I wasn't in the mood to cook. So off we went. And we were glad we did. The fish appetizers were so fresh, the surf and turf was out of this world, and the desserts were splendid. We drank wine, had good food, & laughed together.

It was a fantastic night that was about to get even better.

Weekend Wrapup

These two pics pretty much sum up the holiday weekend - lots of fireworks and lots of FUN!!

A more detailed write up will follow within the next day or two.

Hope everyone had a fantastic and fun filled weekend!!

On A Brighter Note

Michelle just texted me that she'd be able to make it this weekend. She does have to get to work for a bit on Firday so we're going to head down early Saturday morning, check out Hoboken, watch the fireworks, do brunch on Sunday then head back home.

With work keeping us both busy and tied up, it will be a welcome couple of days to relax, unwind and chill out together.

1 Down, 1 To Go

Found out last night that Michelle is a lover of all things fireworks. She loves the colors, the brightness, the loudness and the timing of a fireworks display done right. This led me to cashing in some of the favors that are owed to me by various people.

At first I was going to rent a room in NYC but a quick browse of some travel sites, squashed that idea. [I do want to impress but not at the expense of going bankrupt!!] So I did the next best thing - found out which friend of a friend of a friend is in the NYC area and going away this Saturday, and who'd be willing to lend their place to me for a night. I received way more responses than I imagined I would [Thanks everybody!!], and one couple even wanted to pay me to go to their place so I could also walk and feed their dog!! I settled on a place across from NYC in Hoboken NJ, because I actually knew the people who would be lending me their place and have visited them before. I was concerned that we wouldn't get to see much of the display but then I found this:

At approximately 9:20 pm on July 4th, the 26-minute display will be set off from six barges positioned between 24th and 50th Streets on the Hudson River.

So based on Google maps, we should have a very good view of the fireworks show. We're headed down to NYC on Friday to spend the day, Saturday we're going to explore all that Hoboken has to offer and then leave shortly after the fireworks, once the traffic has thinned out. I'm currently researching places to eat even though the townhouse has a kickass kitchen - top of the line appliances, silestone island, and will be fully stocked. I'd love to give it a test drive, but I'm hopeful that there'll be other things that I'll be doing other than cooking.

Now that I've got it all planned out, I think it's time to run it by Michelle and hope that she likes it, and says yes =)

My makeup date for Beth is going to be a bit tougher to plan out. I tried calling her to get a feel of what she's into but she has yet to return my calls/texts. I hope that's not a sign, cause it's a bad one =(

Third Time's A Charm. Or Is It?

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Hurts So Good - Part III Final

I raised her hand off of me, looked at her and said,

'That's how hard you make me, but right now, it's all about you, and how good you are about to feel, because of me'.

She gulped as I helped her stand up still facing away from me. I slicked two of my fingers with saliva and slid them over her pussy lips. She responded by parting her legs just past shoulder width. I held my fingers parallel to the floor, as I pushed upwards applying pressure all over her pussy as I rubbed. She began grinding her hips, matching my rhythm.
With my other hand I rubbed, squeezed and caressed her ass as she swayed in front of me, my fingers parting her pussy lips slightly. I felt her wetness flow out onto me and she turned back just in time to see me licking a finger, then the next. I traced her ass crack several times, each time more deliberate than the next. I finally slid my hand underneath her, caressing her pussy once again, but this time, sliding a finger into her. She flared her knees out and put her hands on them as I scooted forward from the couch to sit on the edge. She gasped slightly and squatted down. My arm was now held outstretched in front of me as Michelle slid up and down my curled fingers. Her weight literally resting in the palm of my hand.
She would grind down on my hand as I slid my fingers up and down, in and out of her.
She needed to face me in order for me to hit her g-spot, so to her whining protests, I slid my fingers out, turned her to me and watched her eyes flutter as I inserted them back into her. I curled my index and middle finger just so, eliciting a sigh as a sign I had done right. I reached up to squeeze her breast and play with her nipples some more which brought about more sighs, more panting, more squeals and many more orgasms.
After a while I thought for sure that my arm would cramp up but unfortunately it went straight to numbness. I helped ease her down from her high, pulling her back to me and ravaging her body with my hands all over her. With one hand rubbing her clit and sliding in and out of her reddened pussy, and the other tweaking and pulling and stretching her nipples, I coaxed one last orgasm from her. She collapsed onto me, planting a nice long kiss on my lips. Didn't last long though because she curled up into me, her eyes closed and with a silly grin on her face. No problem I thought, I'll let her rest a bit, I'll catch some scores and then I'll say my goodbye. I knew she was fully out though, when I heard a score I was waiting for and yelled. With no reaction from Michelle at all.

I carried her up to her room, got her into bed, put a glass of ice water on her night stand and left her a note.

M -
Next weekend it's my turn.
-PFG
PS - You're a cutie when you're asleep.

She texted me the next morning to apologize for crashing like that and I said it was no biggie. She asked why I didn't stay with her and I said we didn't have plans for an overnight, and she countered with,

'I make a mean french toast, scrambled egg and sausage platter. I'll make it for you next time!'

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Next time was to have been yesterday however yours truly went on a 340 mile round trip journey on Saturday to attend 3 birthday parties in NJ and a 40th wedding anniversary party out in the Hamptons NY. WORST.RIDE.EVER.
I woke up Sunday AM feeling like ass- head pounding, fever, general malaise/blahness and a cough like you wouldn't believe. It took 4 Redbulls to realize that stuff just gives me an upset stomach and I'm not sure if that stuff is related to my overall shitty feeling. Wouldn't surprise me at all. As soon as she heard my voice, Michelle knew we had to reschedule. Tentatively for this Saturday but I think I already have plans, and she is not sure if she's going to a bridal shower that is also a long ways away - I said to just send a really nice gift and save herself!!

Hurts So Good - Part III ( of ?? )

I wound up and gave it the old college try, my hand landing firmly on her ass. Maybe it was because my watch was on my other wrist and the necessary weight to make the smack substantial was missing. A few more smacks and all I could muster out of her was a barely heard whimper. I could sense that she was a bit disappointed so I pulled her up against me and whispered into her ear,

'I guess I'll just have to practice smacking that ass of yours'.

She beamed a smile that just about lit the room. I moved the hair from the side of her neck and began kissing her ever so slightly, which caused an appreciative ass wiggle. Taking a chance, I gave her shoulder a harder than average bite, lingering for a bit knowing my teeth would leave a mark. And sure enough, a sigh of contentment could be heard from her. She began to lift herself up a little so her hand could fit between us, but instead of helping her with what she wanted to do, I put both of her arms behind her back pinned against my stomach [out of reach of where she actually wanted to go]. I held her in place firmly with an arm just below her neck, across her upper chest. Each movement on her part caused me to increase the force used to hold her still. Eventually she got the point.
I ran my free hand along the front of her body on top of her clothing. I tweaked her nipples through the cotton fabric that was her shirt until they were sufficiently at attention. I reached down between her legs to find her wet and it took me but a few minutes to get her fully soaked. By this time her head was resting back on my shoulder and I was alternating between nibbling on her ear and biting various spots on her shoulder and upper back.

I raised her shirt above her boobs and told her not to move as I removed my arm from restraining her. I cupped her breasts which caused her to slightly arch her back and grind her ass down onto me. I moaned softly into her ear as I brushed my fingers ever so slightly across her nipples. They stiffened up further and took each one between my middle and ring finger, lifting them up and away from her. For me, there really is no better sight than nipples pulled away from a woman's body, and shaken slightly so that the rest of her breast shakes as well. I kept a constant tension on her extended nipples, rolling them between my thumb and index finger now, varying the degree of shaking/jiggling as well.
Once I finished my playful assault on her nipples, I freed one of her arms and placed her hand right on my hardened cock which was bulging up in my crotch. She felt the dampness our tryst has produced so far and gave a pleasant squeeze.

I had other plans though.

Hurts So Good - Part II

As I think I've said before, the site that Michelle and I met on, is more of a dating site than it is a hookup site. Think Match.com lite. You answer some questions and get matched to other profiles. I took a look at ours and saw that we were

77% Match
75% Friends
45% Enemy

I'm guessing that the Enemy part is really opposites though I couldn't discern what topics we were opposite on. In our talks, there wasn't much that we disagreed on, at least that I didn't disagreee with her on. Knowing her as I think I do, she would have voiced a different opinion, but she didn't really. So maybe the site is a wee bit broken, methinks. Anyways...

This past Saturday we turned on the Cavs-Magic game, saw that King James was being sent home so we tried to find a movie to watch. Nothing really interesting on Fios. She didn't have much of a movie collection to choose from, and so I made a suggestion that you don't really hear anymore these days - 'Let's listen to some music'. We scanned the airwaves hearing everything from bluegrass, soul, to funk to hip-hop to 80's metal. If I didn't think they'd be going out of business, I'd invest in Sirius radio as well.
So we end up on the couch, she's cuddled up against me, my arm is around her and we're just talking. After a somewhat lengthy explanation as to why I prefer plasma tv over an lcd tv, I realize that Michelle's arm is draped across me, somewhat lifeless. I remain quiet for a while and sure enough the only sound in the room is the music and her breathing. I ever so gently pick her arm up, remove myself from under her and put a couple of throw pillows in my place.
When I return from the bathroom and am about to leave, I see the pillows where I left them and hear Michelle walking around upstairs. I figured she woke up, realized she fell asleep on me and assumed I left, so she's getting ready for bed.

'Goodnight Michelle' I yelled as I walked to the door.
'Oh you're still here. Hold on, I'm coming right down'

I'm like, ok, about another 15 minutes before she falls asleep again, 40 minutes to get home, I should make it just in time for the late night SportsCenter and see if LeBron was able to pull of another miracle.
Michelle comes down in shorts and a tee and the front section of her hair pinned back with the sides and back hanging down; don't know what that hairstyle is called but it makes any girl look super cute I tell ya. She's very apologetic saying she didn't realize how tired she was but the nap has energized her and she didn't think she'd be falling alseep anytime soon. Double entendre? Perhaps.

We scan the Sirius stations, settle on one, and sit back on the couch. She's got her legs draped over mine, reminiscent of our first date, but now it's way more appropriate. We're sitting around just shooting the shit when a song comes on that immediately causes Michelle to bounce up. She starts dancing around, shaking what her momma gave her, throwing her hands up like she just didn't care. I was going to be daring and join her but the view from where I was sitting was too good to pass up. A song and a half later she's still standing in her living room, dancing the night away.
At some point she boogied her way in front of me and all I could do was lean back and enjoy.

'Ahhh, if only I had a couple of dollar bills to throw your way.'
'Sorry Sir, I only accept twentys.'

She parts my knees with her leg and gives me a devilish smile. The song in the background isn't in tune with her body's gyrations but if she was on stage, guys would be throwing money at her none the less. She does a spin or two and ends up facing away from me. She looks back at me and catches me staring at her ass which she dutifully shakes. She's shaking her booty and swaying her hips more then she is dancing, and I'm loving every minute of it. All of a sudden she steps back puts her hands on my thighs and sits down in my lap. That certainly gets my attention. She rises up by pushing down on my thighs and ever so gently rocks her pelvis just over me but enough that I can feel she is there. My hands were firmly planted on either side of me, much like in my lap dance days, until I realize - I'm in her house - the no touching rule isn't in effect. Unless of course she tells me not to. Which she didn't.

As I run my hands along her outer thighs, she takes that as an invitation to sit on my lap fully. I run my hands up and down her sides, her back, & onto her butt. She grinds down into me while she enjoys my touch, a slight moan escaping from her. I pull back on her hip while pushing at her lower back and she complies - she's now bent over from the waist, in front of me. She looks back at me and watches as I slide her shorts down, revealing a nice pink pair of boy short underwear.

At this point, I don't know what came over me, or what ethereal being took possession of my mind, body and soul, but at the moment that I slid her shorts down, and Michelle looking up at me, I just had an urge to give her butt a nice smack. And the moment I carried through with it, the moment my hand struck her behind, I knew it was hard. Hard enough that in my mind, I said to myself, 'Holy Shit, she's is gonna be pissed beyond all belief. I hope she doesn't own a gun'.
A split second later, I look over and Michelle is still bent over in front of me. I saw she was biting her lower lip, [no doubt to stifle a scream I thought], when all of a sudden she adjusts herself and is now looking at me from her other side. Her eyes have widened and she blurts out, 'Now the other side!'.

Whoa.

Hurts So Good

The hardest part about seeing someone new, is trying to figure them out. Their likes, dislikes, their quirks. I've been in contact with Michelle for a few months and only recently did we actually meet in person. Our first date went really well and the following day she got me to cancel some plans I had, in order to get together with her for a bite to eat the following night. But I wasn't able to get a reservation on such short notice to anywhere worth heading to. I thought this might cause her to reschedule our "plans" but we was open to meeting at a local bookstore, hanging out a bit and then walking around the area until we found a place that interested us.

We browsed for a while, and she picked up a few novels to read on the beach this summer. We then walked for about 45 minutes before settling on a new Greek place that had just opened - the red, white & blue banners were still hanging from the street lamp pole to their store front. The place was so new, it didn't have a liquor license yet.
In the 6+ hours that I'd spent with Michelle, I thought I had gotten to know her pretty well. She is very straight forward, a bit sarcastic at times, goofy most of the time, doesn't let things get to her too much, isn't afraid to voice her opinion, and my goodness can the girl eat. I don't know if she fasts during the day but the 2 dinners I shared with her, she easily put away good amounts of food, which I have to admit was a bit or a turn-on. This time she went for a gyro sandwich, greek salad and side of spanokopita [spinach pie]. It sounded so good, I ordered similarly, and we also split an order of fries. The food, the soda and the conversation flowed the entire time. The check came and she swooped it up before I could even take a look at it. This might have been fine further down the road, on say our 5th or 6th date, but I was adamant in paying the bill, even if she had asked me out that night.
The walk back to our cars was much welcomed - a slight breeze cooled the air and it was early enough that the sun was just out of sight, and cast a spectacular view on our city. Plus it helped us in our digestion as well!!
Our kiss this time was on more equal terms - we both had onion/oregano breath - and lingered significantly longer than our first. Her exit off the freeway came before mine so I said I'd follow her to make sure she made it ok.

'If you want, just follow me to my house. We can catch a movie or something.'
'Sure, sounds good.'

Or something, indeed.

Wings, beer and boobies

Last night's date went surprisingly well. I didn't expect anything less, but the comfort level we had between us was extraordinary to say the least. Remember when Something About Mary came out, and everyone was on the Cameron Diaz bandwagon? That's what it was like while we were while hanging out. Everyone wanted to be our friends, everyone thought we were so cool, our waitress was extra flirty with the both of us, our food came out first, our drinks were always topped off... the life of the party, we definitely were!!

The night almost didn't happen due to a mixup in directions to the place. But my trusty phone came through for once via its GPS app and I was able to find my destination and still be early. I went in and grabbed a table that was in prime position with the largest flat screen tv. I wasn't waiting long before Michelle came strolling in. She had come straight from work so was a little overdressed for the place. Not to worry as she made herself comfy, sitting next to me at the table rather than across from me [it was a 4 top table]. Our cute as a button waitress came over to take our drinks and give us the app specials. I went for my usual Diet Coke and lime which seemed to pale in comparison to her 'Bourbon. Neat please.'

'Rough day?'
'Yeah, but it's time to relax'

We caught up on the happenings of the site, the NBA playoffs so far, how our waitress didn't have the largest set of boobs but her top complimented her very well, you know, the usual first date kind of stuff.. It was an hour of talking amongst ourselves, the people around us while watching the game and our waitress, that we realized we hadn't ordered any food. Now for me, how well a girl eats on the first date lets me know how comfortable she is with me. Michelles's order of a burger medium rare, with a raw onion on top, no fries, but a side of wings with extra blue cheese, made me chuckle. She asked what was up and I said,

'You just answered my question of whether or not I should try and kiss you tonight'.
'Hey, what's a little onion among friends?'

The rest of the night was pretty uneventful - just us watching the back and forth battle between Denver and the Lakers and chatting amongst those around us, all the while getting to know one another much better.
Just after the 3rd period ended and the score was tied yet again, Michelle started stretching in her seat and ended up sitting Indian style in her seat having kicked her shoes off. I guess it wasn't that comfortable since she adjusted a few times before finally settling in. It was at that point that she kicked me gently in the shin. I adjusted a little, thought I was clear, but then got nudged again. Not breaking the conversation, I moved my legs a bit further to the side.

'Stop moving.'
'What?'
'Come closer!'
I scoot closer to her and she does the same.
I feel her foot on my shin, rubbing up and down, a nonchalant look on Michelle's face.
'You realize those were probably the worst attempts at footsie, ever.'
'Yeah, I'm not really good at it.'
So she scoots her chair back a bit and cool as a cucumber places her bare feet in my lap as we continue watching the game.

Fortunately her feet weren't in a position that would have gotten me in trouble. I like feet as much as the next guy, and hers were painted and pedi'd very well, but having them in my lap didn't cause any physical reaction just yet. But I don't think she did what she did in order to 'get a rise' out of me. I really think she just wanted to get comfy. I didn't want to freak anyone out sitting around us, so I didn't 'play' with her feet or even massage them. I just kinda held her toes in between my palms, keeping them warm. The look of contentment on her face said it all.

The game ended and so did our night. She ended up parking next to me [kismet at play?] so walking her to her car was a no brainer. We chatted for a couple of minutes and I did end up giving her a kiss goodnight, onion be damned.

And it was definitely worth it.