After Dinner Danish
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I looked at the mirror and smiled, a big stupid grin that turned into a laugh, before I remembered where I was and what I was doing. Standing in his bathroom, having just showered in preparation for this man, I almost came just thinking about it. At the time I thought I was hard from checking myself out in the mirror. I had been doing push-ups and dips to build my chest and arms and it hard worked. Sexy athletic tone, not muscled, not undefined, my chest and arms were just considered bonus viewing while they enjoyed my voracious oral obsession. Then again, I could’ve just been in good shape from all the fucking I did.
I had just broken up with a girl who was very sweet, but very boring. Sex was plain, Applebee’s was her restaurant of choice, and she even dressed like a middle aged woman. But she liked me enough to come out of her prudent mold and make her moves on me and how could I say no to that. Eventually her prudish ways and my ridiculousness had to part. So what is a guy to do, he goes out and does it all over again, except this time it was a tourist from Denmark, a man, who has expressed his interest and flattered the shit outta me. I’m no whore, but the right words from anyone will make me want to fulfill whatever desires they possess, at least those that I’m good for.
I’ve got black hair, dark chocolate eyes, light brown skin, a 7” cut cock that’s slightly thicker than most, and an ass that has gotten me into more fun trouble than I could ever share, especially since it has to do its regular boring job of being sat upon as I regale the glorious its brought me. Picture whatever face you want for me, but know that I have a wide, long tongue, soft medium-sized lips, and am extremely cute with a leaning towards boyish, though that’ll surely fade…
So what’s a guy to do when a 6’2” 220lbs toned Danish dude sits down next to him at a table for one and proceeds to buy dinner and say how much he wants you and spoke his best English to express it while ditching his previous companions to do it. I don’t think I’m some super hottie, but I have a look that if you like that look and don’t mind that I’m short, then it happens. This time though, I was slightly taken aback by its effect, only once before had I had someone come onto me like this and I almost married her.
The fact that I had been eating alone and now had company was enough to make me smile and accept his initial advances. We had two rounds of drinks before I opened my menu and thought that I should probably eat light as to avoid any future complications, something I rarely even considered as I rarely hooked up with a guy spontaneously. Most of my previous encounters had either been online or guys who I hung out with first then worked out way into it. Moreover I usually just gave head, so why was I worried about keeping myself obstruction free in the near future.
This made me look at my new friend again. He was good looking, but not handsome or cute or anything. He sort of looked like he could be the extra eastern European in any bad movie or tv show. Could be good looking from afar, but really nothing sexy or remarkable, but not unappealing in any way either, though I must admit, his face isn’t what I remember most. He had bulky arms and a round chest, a worker’s body with undefined muscles which indicated real strength. I guessed him to be late 20’s, though he was only 22.
As I checked him out again, I couldn’t help but wonder what he was packing in his pants. I had heard that the men of northern Europe produced some fantastic sausage. Having been a big black cock slut for a few months early in my bisexual party days, I had always been curious about this supposed challenge to black cock supremacy.
He told me his life story in relatively solid English. He was very happy, proud, and excited about himself having just succeeded at most of early adulthood’s major accomplishments. He had earned a degree, been recruited out of his university to a sweet job, had been promoted within his first year and was now enjoying his dream vacation and reveling that his hard work had been worth it after all.
He didn’t say all this, but that was the emotion he put into his simple expressions as we worked through two rounds of whiskey on the rocks, a drink I enjoy, but mostly order to sort out the phonies, they can’t handle it. He handled his better than me and before I knew it I was over laughing, giving him big eyes, and bouncing back and forth slightly from cheek to cheek as we sat at the north and west ends of the table, angled so our knees were almost mirrored, well as much as they could be considering he was more than half a foot taller than me.
When I put my hand on top of his in an attempt to make my words sound more heartfelt or meaningful, I lost my train of thought when I noticed how big his fingers and hands were, though perfectly proportioned to his wrist and arms. Thank god he was young and lived in Europe, because any American with this build would either be in pro sports or on their way to obesity.
Now big hands aren’t always an indicator of a big dick, but it’s a usual suspect. I then looked at his nose with my curious eye and decided that it was also proportionate but like most of his features: large. I looked at him while I took a sip from my empty glass. I was trying to distract myself by looking at the ice, but I couldn’t look away, I was stuck…and he knew it.
Marisol
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