Date Location: Panera Bread
Location Review: N/A
Date Duration: 5 hours
Since our first date, Colton and I talked nonstop. Also, things got a little saucier than they were before. Like we were writing each other erotica and having the “What do you like?” conversation. Despite us both being truly disgusting, it never crossed into a creepy or uncomfortable territory. Even though he said filthy shit, it was still respectful if that makes any sense at all.
The plan was I’d meet him on base and then we’d go and get brunch. Gotta be honest, the Air Force base in Massachusetts looks like a 1970s community college. I parked at the house and somehow I ended up inside. Within about 30 seconds we were making out, he picked me up, and carried me to the couch. Hot.
I was a bit hung over so even though the work he was putting down felt great, I needed to eat something. I pumped the brakes and we headed out to brunch.
Now I was told we were getting brunch in Boston. We ended up in Burlington, MA. Not bad, but it’s not Boston. A bit different. The restaurant he wanted to go to was nice but they didn’t do reservations and there was a 40 minute wait. Then we tried 2 more places and they were both closed. This left us with Panera Bread.
He insisted on paying for everything and made a point to be the one to go up and get the food and all that. Any opportunity he had he’d touch me in some way either by holding my hand or having some part of him touch me which I really liked.
Brunch was fine. I was hurting and he had a cross fit competition the day before so we were both a bit dead (more on that later). But once we got some food in us we started to get back to our normal baseline.
On the way home, he gave me a tour of the base and mentioned again that he was looking to leave it. After seeing everything, I didn’t blame him. But, it made it clear that this was probably just going to be a casual thing. It wasn’t ideal but, I also wasn’t opposed to having a little summer fling situation.
We got back to his house and as expected, things started happening upon arrival. He got my clothes off and went to work pretty quickly and it just wasn’t it. I won’t say it was bad but, it wasn’t my vibe. The moves he whipped out were something I’ve only seen in porn. He more or less spread my cooch apart and went in like it was a watermelon. Sir, there is only one spot I need you to work on and you’re everywhere but there. On top of that he was playing with my tits but not in a pleasurable way. It felt like he was trying to pull them off my body. Just no chill. Warm up the car a bit before getting in there.
I asked if I could reciprocate so I made my way to blow him. At this point in time he was completely soft. Okay, he’s the type of person who needs to be actively touched to get hard. That’s fine. I got to work and after about a minute he pulled my head up. I kept jacking him off and 30 seconds later I felt it. My hand was suddenly drenched and was incredibly warm.
I didn’t want him to feel weird or be embarrassed so I didn’t look down. I just kept making out with him and waited for him to say something. He sighed, apologized, and blamed it on being dead from his competition the day before. I mean it happens. I wasn’t going to make it weird. I get it. He wasn’t feeling 100, I was a new person, whatever. I was going to be there a few more hours anyways.
We spent the next few hours cuddled up naked on the couch making out. The conversation just wasn’t there though. I realized that since I got there that morning, he asked me maybe 3 questions and it was a lot of me carrying the team.
Eventually things heated back up again and got better on my end. Still not as good as promised but, it wasn’t horrible. I asked again if I could work on him. This time he lasted 2 minutes. I know my strengths and I know I’m good. I’m not that good though. This was a day for personal records.
We cuddled a little bit longer and then it was time for me to head out. He had to watch his sergeant’s kids and I was just tapped out. He walked me to my car but made no mention of future plans. We kissed and I went on my way. When I got home I sent the “Thank you for having me blah blah blah” text and to my surprise he responded and said he’d want to do it again. We texted here and there in the days after but it just wasn’t the same. He wasn’t nearly as talkative and it just felt forced. The only times he really asked me anything or seemed interested were when things got a little sexy.
I never answered his last text of “hahaha”, and that was the end of that.