Stiletto Diaries™

Spooning Leads To Forking

Posted on June 1st, 2008 in Carnal Confessions, Does All Her Own Stunts, Made In Ontario, Mating And Relating, Polyamory

This weekend certainly presented me with a LOT of interesting things to contemplate, and to write about.  Really the best kind of weekend as far as I am concerned, even if it wasn’t exactly as planned.

On Friday night I was at home with Jack.  We had a couple of margaritas and watched some TV.  He was tired and remarked about going to bed early, while I sat about feeling a little angsty about Varick and wondering what Saturday would hold for us.

“Why don’t you call him and go out tonight?” Jack enquired.  I know that he sometimes feels badly about wanting to go to bed early on Friday nights, while I finally feel like I’m getting a break, and thus, highly energetic.

I felt like maybe asking him out, last minute, when I was going to be seeing him the next day seemed a little, overeager.  So I sent him a text message:

“Hey Varick, it’s Shasta.  Just wondering what you’re up to, and thought maybe you’d like to go for drinks or something, since I feel like getting out of the house”

He called me moments after I’d sent the message.  He said he wasn’t ready to go out but if I didn’t mind waiting for him to get up and shower and such, he wouldn’t mind getting together.  We figured out a place and then about an hour later, off I went to meet him.

I wasn’t sure how to act with him, since I didn’t want to assume our time in the shower implied any sort of togetherness.  I was relieved when he took the initiative of holding my hand and kissing me while we waited for a table.  The waitress led us to a booth, and I sat down, and much to my surprise and pleasure, he sat down beside me and put his arm around me.  We made out like a couple of teenagers, much to the chagrin of nearby patrons.  We didn’t care, and we didn’t overdo it or anything, just plenty of touching noses and kissing while we waited for our food and then again for the bill.

After we’d eaten and paid and stepped outside, there was some debate about what to do next.  I asked him if he felt like going for a drive, which he thought was a most excellent idea.  We got in my van, which just happened to be free of rear seating, due to Jack bringing home a couch with it the other day.  Varick laughed and made some remark about parking somewhere and rolling about in the back.  I was annoyed with myself that I hadn’t heeded Jacks advice to bring at least a blanket along with me for just such an occasion.

We cruised around for a short while before I found a parking lot beside a park, not far from Nia’s.  It didn’t take very long before we ended up in the back, him sitting on the floor and me straddeling his lap and kissing him while we tugged each others shirts off.  I leaned back, closing my eyes and groaning when he took one nipple, and then the other, in his mouth.  I rocked my hips, grinding my crotch against his, and I could feel his very hard cock through his jeans.

Having only slept with that one other woman, I could tell he was a little nervous, so I didn’t mind leading a little when it came down to it.  I reached between us to unbuckle his belt, and then pulled his pants off with a little maneuvering on both our parts.  I looked into his eyes while I took his cock in my hand and started stroking him.

Then I lowered my head and took him in my mouth.  He laid back, gasping and moaning, while I pleasured him with my tongue and lips.  I was pleased that he’s not the silent type, you know, the guys who never make a peep when you’re being intimate with them.  That always freaks me out, since I never know how to gauge what the like or don’t like, or if they are even enjoying themselves.

I sucked his cock until he sat up and growled “I want to fuck you, NOW!” then he paused and said “Please tell me you brought condoms because I didn’t really expect this”.  He chuckled sheepishly, which is just way too cute for words.  I kind of wanted to toy with him and tell him that I hadn’t, but I decided to be kind and not give him a rough time.

“Of course I did” I said with a smirk.  That’s me, generally prepared for such events, LOL.

He was already on his back, and he asked if I would mind being on top.  Nope, not one bit   We arranged ourselves and then I took his cock in my hand and guided it inside of me.  He moaned, lifting his hips to meet the insides of my thighs.  We were off to the races, and I hoped that he wasn’t feeling too anxious about what we were doing.

He wasn’t shy about holding my hips and setting the pace, which I love, since I can’t handle it when a guy just lays there.  Let me tell you, I was REALLY wishing I’d brought something for us to lay on, since the van carpet is hell on the knees.

He commented on how wet I was, which I suppose I should start warning people about, lest they find themselves in the same position he was, only to discover that having me on top means that they will be literally coated in pussy juice from belly button to mid-thigh.  I know that Jack personally loves how he can feel it dripping down his balls when I ride his cock like that.  Varick seemed quite pleased at any rate, which was a relief, because believe it or not, some guys get really weirded out when it comes to the volume of my pussy juice.  Can you imagine?  It’s not even like I squirt or anything fancy like that.

Eventually we switched places.  He settled between my legs and thrust into me hard.  He fucked me enthusiastically while I arched into him, my fingers digging into the muscles of his back.  He may not have a ton of experience, but clearly he seems to have learned well thus far.

When finally he collapsed beside me, breathing hard, and grinning like the cat who ate the canary, I propped myself up on one elbow and watched him recover.  He smiled at me, and once he’d caught his breath, he pushed me onto my back and kissed my neck, his fingers trailing over my skin.  When he brushed over my pussy lips, ever so lightly, I felt like I might climb out of my skin.

“I love how responsive you are” he whispered, while he nibbled my ear lobe and pushed his fingers into my cunt.  All I could do was groan and beg him for more, and he was happy to oblige.  He sure knows his way around a pussy, and I noticed that he picked up on my responses to his techniques, repeating things I seemed to really like and giving up on others that I didn’t seem to enjoy as much.

When I came for him, shuddering and writhing madly, he held me tight against him.  It was so intense, and it took me some time to stop shaking afterwards.  He seemed pleased with himself, and I certainly wasn’t complaining at all.  We held each other and talked quietly for quite a while.  He had to pee, and after he got back into the van I had him sit against my chest so that I could give him a nice long shoulder massage.  I could feel him relaxing against me while I kneaded his sore muscles.  We talked about our families and where we grew up, exchanging questions and answers and generally getting to know each other better.  I let my fingers wander over his collar bones and all over his chest.  He melted into my arms, content to let me spoil him a little, and I took full advantage, working him into a mass of putty.

“If you’re trying to get me aroused…it’s not working” he laughed.  I just kissed trailed kisses over the back of his neck and told him I wanted nothing more than to make him feel good.  He turned and kissed me, which led to making out, and then stretching out beside each other and touching and stroking.  He started in on my pussy again, sinking two fingers into the tight and slippery depths.  I whimpered into his neck and thrust my hips into this hand.  When he bit down on one very erect nipple I cried out, which apparently meant for him to push another finger into me.

When he added another finger I spread my legs wide for him, squirming and moaning like a wanton whore.  I reveled in the way he was stretching my pussy walls, opening me up and making my insides flutter with anticipation.

“Have you ever been fisted?” he asked, with some trepidation.  I nodded in my hyper-aroused delirium.  “By Jack?” he enquired, to which I nodded again.

Now, as an aside, fisting is something that Jack and I have kept sacred between the two of us.  Not because it’s a rule, but because I’ve never trusted anyone else to understand that it’s not just a sex act.  Fisting is something really intense for me, something that grips hold of my guts and squeezes when I think about it.  It’s like letting someone into sacred space, and trusting them not to trash the place while they are visiting.  There are also a number of physical risks involved, it’s not something to be taken lightly.

Anyway, back to the story.

He asked me if I was ok with him trying it.  After thinking about it for a moment, I decided that I felt comfortable with him.  I’m not sure why, maybe it’s all the NRE or the fact that I was so turned on I could have turned myself inside out.  At any rate, he settled between my legs and very gently began working his hand into my cunt.

He paused frequently to make sure I was ok.  Watching my face the entire time for the slightest wince or look of displeasure.  His hands are significantly smaller than Jacks, but it’s still a process.  When I would feel a pinch or any uncomfortable sensation I told him so and he would back it off some, giving me a minute to relax some more or to shift myself, or to get some more lubrication going.  He was so careful with me, and when finally I felt his hand slide inside, I groaned gutturally and laid still, taking in the sensation.

I told him that some back and forth movement was ok, but that ‘twisting’ his hand was a little uncomfortable.  He just seemed totally amazed that this whole act was even possible.  He moved his hand inside of me and I lifted my hips, grunting and clenching my jaw.  It felt so intense I can’t even find the words to describe it to you.  I felt like I was going to cum, and I’m pretty sure had I been able to really let go, I would have gushed a fair amount of liquid all over him.  I still struggle with that, but I know I’ll get past it eventually.  I recognized the sensation, and just totally enjoyed it for what it was.  I thought I might explode, or climb the wall.

The orgasm built quickly, and when it crashed down on me, my vaginal walls clamped down on his hand like a vice.  Afterwards he said it was almost painful, yet totally mind blowing all at the same time.  I came long, and hard, and loudly!  When finally he very carefully pulled away from me, I lay there shaking all over, the aftershocks rippling through me.  I felt incredibly vulnerable, and I felt a few hot tears rolling down my cheeks.  It wasn’t a sad cry, just a very very overwhelming moment, because I’d never done that with anyone else, and I wasn’t sure how Varick was going to act afterwards.

I didn’t let on that I was feeling particularly emotional, and it was too dark for him to see, and I think perhaps he was was still trying to process for himself what had just happened.  He laid down beside me and took me in his arms.

“I want to hold you” he said, gathering me close to his chest and kissing me on the forehead.  I was relieved that he was being sensitive to my emotions at that moment and I happily squished against him as tightly as I could.

Our post-orgasmic bliss was broken only moments later when a beam of light flickered through the window and someone tapped on the glass.

Varick looked up and said “Oh…Fuck…um, it’s a cop”

Great. JUST. BLOODY. GREAT!

Sure enough a police car was parked beside us, and standing outside of the window was a young male officer.

We scrambled to get some clothes on, both of us cursing quietly and feeling totally ill about being busted.  Once we’d arranged ourselves enough to be decent, I slid open the side door and hung my head with utter embarrassment.

“How’s your night going folks?” the cop asked.  I couldn’t bring myself to look at him, but he didn’t sound especially stern.  I got the impression he was amused.

“Ok I guess” I mumbled sheepishly.

“Better than mine by the looks of it” he replied with a smirk.  Varick and I chuckled nervously and exchanged glances.

“Well” the officer said, after a brief pause “No one over there complained about you guys being parked here, which means I don’t have to charge you”.  He motioned to the row of houses across the street as he said it, and I felt myself let out a sigh of relief.  “However, this isn’t the best place to be getting into it you know” he added, and I’m certain he was smiling.

“Yes sir” I replied, nodding “we’re going to get out of here”.

“Alright, have a good night then” he said, and got back into his car.  I closed the van door, and then looked at Varick.  We both laughed, and just shook our heads.

“Oh my god, I can’t believe that just happened” I said, climbing into the front seat.  Varick followed me, still laughing.

“That’ll be a story for the grandkids” he remarked cheekily.  I just rolled my eyes and pulled out of the parking area.

I took him back to his car, I think we were both totally blown away by the fact that not only did we just experience something quite embarrassing, but that we’d been let off with a warning.

“It’s probably because you’re so hot, and naked” Varick pointed out with a grin.  “Good thing he didn’t arrive 5 minutes earlier to find me wrist-deep in your pussy”.

Yeah, that would have been a LOT worse actually.

We kissed goodbye and I told him I’d see him in 11 hours or so, and to get some rest.  We headed off in different directions to our respective homes, and I giggled the entire way, reliving the exchange with the cop several times over.  I still can’t believe it.

I intend to write about yesterday as well, but it’ll have to wait for another post because this one is plenty long as it is.  Check back tomorrow for yet another crazy adventure (yes Saturday presented a ton of interesting highs and lows as well).