Third Date
His boldness to pick up and meet me for a journey such as this was a huge turn on and the trip could not have been more perfect. Mr. Wilderness had me swooning in ways I’m not used to.
His white rental truck pulled into the driveway of our Casita and I was instantly aroused. Who am I kidding, I’d been anticipating his arrival since our second in-person date which lasted three nights only four short weeks earlier.
Our third official date stretched for 10 nights and 11 days as we explored the beaches, mountains and cities along Mexico’s Baja California Sur Peninsula, as well as exploring each other. It was not the first time I’d traveled with a new beau, however usually one of us was working and it was never for such a lengthy time.
His boldness to pick up and meet me for a journey such as this was a huge turn on and the trip could not have been more perfect. Mr. Wilderness had me swooning in ways I’m not used to.
Perhaps it was watching him “handle” wild horses that were disturbing fellow travelers on the hidden Beach of Las Palmas; or perhaps it was the unbelievable sex inside a cave that ended in a massive climax just as the tide began to rise and the sand floor washed away beneath us? Either way, I was left with a full heart, a body that craves his touch and an overall satisfaction and simultaneous need for more.
Who really is this man? How can he keep up in an 11 day sex marathon, prepare absolutely delicious food and maintain engaging and mostly meaningful conversations for days on end?
I’m taken back to the feeling of waking up with his hands against my bare skin, his tongue between my legs, orgasm after orgasm as he continues to get hard again and again without a break. He’s about to turn 40 years old, but we fuck like we are teenagers. When I’m with him none of the others exist.
There is a small part of me that is waiting for the other shoe to drop. After all, this is his first exploration into non-monogamy and he has a date with a lovely sounding woman next week. We all know the importance of proximity and this other woman has me beat when it comes to that.
Will he fall for her? Will she be open to non-monogamy? I refuse to be concerned for what the future may or may not bring; that said, I’ve compromised my non-monogamous values in the past, before I was truly committed to this truth. If he isn’t committed the same could occur here.
It will be six weeks until we are together again and my mind will wander, recounting this never-ending date again and again as the desires I have continue to build. This distance is an aphrodisiac in itself.
In the meantime there may just be someone waiting in the wings and for now, that will have to do.
Enter stage right, The Kiter.
Unexpected Encounter
We were both breathless, he had me screaming so loudly his travel partner came in, concerned the neighbors were going to complain…
I knew he would be fun from his photos. Dating apps can be a blessing while traveling and with this match the universe was smiling down on me.
We were to meet Friday, but ended up connecting Thursday on account of a last-minute guest showing up at my Casita; a fortuitous upset to our plans as the lustiness of our fun had room to grow. He was in Mexico for two weeks and we met for dinner just two days before his departure.
He was waiting for me, standing next to a red truck and as I approached I knew I would kiss him immediately. His soft tongue slid inside my mouth and I bit down on his lower lip.
Let’s call him Lover Boy.
He took me for what can only be described as life-changing coconut shrimp tacos. As he fed me a piece of shrimp I proceeded to suck the sauce off his finger; the look on this man’s face said it all. It was not long before we were back at his Hacienda.
He slid the straps of my jumper down, revealing the black lace bodysuit that screamed, ‘I like to be bad’. He stood naked, freshly showered with his massive cock fully erect. Lifting me onto the bed he ate me aggressively, ass, pussy, clit, sucking so hard I nearly lost my mind.
After hours of orgasms he finally let himself go, “Thank God for condoms or I’m not sure I could’ve lasted”. He’d taken me for 2 hours before cumming himself.
We were both breathless, he had me screaming so loudly his travel partner came in, concerned the neighbors were going to complain (I think we all know that he wanted to get a glimpse of what all the fuss was about).
Personally, I don’t mind. It’s hot that the sex sounded so good he was inspired to watch. It’s too bad the travel friend wasn’t my speed or I would’ve asked him to join.
Do you like being watched?
Longer Distance
Eyelids gently closed, half awake, half asleep; the thoughts of the last week flooded my being with prickles of pleasure. There is no space, there’s no time, just touch.
I laid with my head resting against the back of the seat on the first flight of the day. Eyelids gently closed, half awake, half asleep; the thoughts of the last week flooded my being with prickles of pleasure. There is no space, there’s no time, just touch; I was transported back to those moments, his tongue pressing on my clit, softly licking me, the tip of his tongue pushing inside me making me crave all of him.
Mr. Wilderness had made the 6-hour drive South and when he stood at my door, his smile, that look in his eyes and the firmness of his kiss, I knew our time together was going to be intense. He has a gentle strength that is undeniably sexy.
The timeline is an absolute blur, but this man took me again and again until every time he slid inside me it was pure orgasms. Anyone who has read my previous affairs knows I can be a bit of a DOM (to say the very least) but something about Mr. Wilderness allowed me to fully submit and the pleasure that ensued was like nothing else I've ever had.
Now aboard the second flight of the day with 3 hours and 20 minutes until we’d be touching down on the coast of Baja California Sur, I put pen to paper. While crossing the snow capped mountainous terrain, I imagine him naked in his sauna, hand on his cock, wishing my legs were wrapped around his waist and our bodies sweating, unable to pull apart. Only a few hours until the 'summer' sunshine will once again grace my skin and only a few weeks until he’ll join me… Life is sweet and those videos he captured of us are even sweeter.
Like the intensity of my orgasms, my feelings for him deepen with each interaction. The image of his cock sliding inside me while I'm bent over the bed flashes across my phone screen and I'm grateful that the man seated next to me is fast asleep (all though who knows and who honestly cares about the people seated behind me). It's hard not to watch this over and over. This man can make love to me and capture the sexiness on film; I'm falling hard and I don't want it to stop. Four more weeks will pass before he lands on Mexican soil... not that I'm counting.
