AKA the cunning linguist; AKA el lingüista astuto; AKA Thomas the Tongue Engine; AKA le linguiste adroit; AKA il linguista abile; AKA the cunning linguist; AKA el lingüista astuto; AKA Thomas the Tongue Engine; AKA le linguiste adroit; AKA il linguista abile;

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Saturday, 22 October 2011

Breakfast With Benefits

I have previously written about how I came to be seeing T privately in "Client or Buddy?".  On this occasion, I had arranged a morning/breakfast visit. I left home at 7:10am as if going to work, then diverted down the Peninsula Freeway, arriving around 8:30am, having stopped along the way for orange juice  and croissants, and to message my boss to say I had a 'family situation' and wouldn't be in until lunch time.

I am welcomed by T in her black nightie with a very big hug and kisses.  In the kitchen,  we arrange my flowers in a vase, then I send T back to bed whilst I  pour orange juice and warm up our croissants.  T is sitting up in bed with a big smile,  still in her nightie, when I come in with breakfast.  Now there is something very special about slipping into the bed where your lady has just spent the night and to slide under the covers (compared to the barren bed of parlours).

We manage to drink half our juice and eat most of our croissants between kisses and  cuddles.  We have a brief discussion about going "au naturalle" last time - T is very  apologetic, to which I tell her not to apologise, since it was obvious we both wanted it, nay ‘needed’ it and enjoyed it.  But we agree that it might be best if we do try to contain ourselves to 'safe sex'.

T is quite playful this morning as we slide down for some serious kissing and  cuddling.  I help her pull her nightie up over her head.  We are all body and hands and kissing now.  My hand is rubbing her knicker covered crotch and I ask "Where are the  crotchless knickers you told me about?".  She responds with giggle. As I help slide her knickers off, she says, "Wait a minute, I've got a present from the  girls (when she left the parlour)".  She jumps out of bed with a giggle, gets something out of her dresser  drawer and runs starkers into the lounge room.  "No peeking" she calls.  I hear more  giggling and comments like "What goes into this hole?" and "How do I get this on?".

Eventually she sidles back into the bedroom wearing a black, crotchless, fish-net body  stocking, swaying her hips and giving me a little show. Her magnificent 38DDs strain  under the plunging neck-line and her hot red nipples poke through the netting like  traffic lights.

Then its back into bed and into a clinch.  There is much rolling around, cuddles, and hands all over each other and kissing up and down. Finally, under Thomas-the-Tongue's ministrations, with a huge arch of her back and an "AAAGHHH",  T comes to a shuddering climax.

I come up her body and pull the stocking off her breasts for some more licking, sucking  and kissing.  I find the stocking a bit rough on our skin, so I help her slide it off and  we enjoy the warm smoothness of our nakedness as she kicks it off her feet.

Remembering our earlier discussion, I roll on a rubber, I lie over her to embrace, kissing and cuddling and we again slide together, with no awkward fumbling.  We just "click" intellectually, emotionally and physically. T is still quite  horny and I am hard, and our coupling becomes passionately vigourous. We roll around for what seems like for ever - time stands still - but I suppose it must have been 30 minutes or more.  We are hot, sweaty and breathless, but I know my sensitivity is declining.  

We roll onto our sides and reluctantly de-couple.  T strips me bare and works her oral magic. But still, she can't bring me off, but she has the taste for more!  So she tries some handy-work, but that makes it worse for me.  I gently ask her to stop, show her that for me, a hand-job must be dry.  I show her my DIYHJ - she sits astride, watching and admiring.  She tells me how horny it makes her watching the straining muscles of a guy's arm and the thickening, reddening  member.  She leans forward and licks the pre-cum.  T is watching intently.  She sees me tighten, now red hot and hard I feel like I am ready to burst.  "Its all yours!" I  say.  T pounces, sucking hard as I explode, savouring ever drop, swallowing twice.  I continue spasming for what seems like ages.  This is awesome.  T certainly knows how to please her man.   Wow!.

We lie back and cuddle and chat for a bit, then drift off in petit mort for perhaps 5-10 minutes. Then its reluctantly off to the shower and dress.  We settle in the lounge for a cup of chai tea and chat about T's upcoming trip. I leave my 'gift' on the table and head off to work about 11:30 - wow, what a fabulous 3 hours!  What a  way to start to day.  What better way to break fast!

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