Megan 1

Megan was a mousy girl, short hair, glasses, not much on fashion? a typical librarian type. She was an intellectual working on her Ph. D. when I met her.

We met over the internet on a free dating site. I was trying to find a "life partner", and I think she was, too. After a couple of weeks swapping emails we finally agreed to meet at a she-she Italian joint on College. We both had an exit plan if things didn't seem right. But after a bit of wine and mature conversation we decided to go to a hip bistro down the street for a beer. I guess we both felt that things were moving in the right direction.

With the candle lit and the hustle and bustle on the street passing us by, we talked about life, philosophy, politics. Knowing that it was a first date, we ended the night with a kiss and promise to meet again.


I tried to play it right by waiting a couple of days before setting another date. As we were in close, but different cities, this time she agreed to meet me closer to home. I met her at a bus stop and walked her through the old "antique district", stopping by nice stores to window shop for Victorian grandeur that neither of us could afford. After a bit we stopped for a coffee and discussed our ideas of a good evening.

I'm a pretty good cook, so I suggested that we skip all the BS and have dinner at my place. kartal escort Megan tentatively accepted the invitation, not knowing if I was all I seemed to be.

We walk back to my place, making quiet conversation I rented the top floor of and old mansion in a nice area, which obviously impressed her. She was doing the best she could in an over-price flat in a not-so-great area of her city.

When we got settled I opened a bottle of wine and got started in the kitchen. With the chicken curry simmering, I sat beside her on the couch and attempted to be everything that a woman wanted ? modest, endearing, charming. It was all blown when she pointed out the handcuffs hanging from the radiator. In my quick tidy-up, I had failed to notice that remnant of a drugged up party night still lingering. In all honesty it was a joke. A friend thought it was funny to handcuff a stuffed animal to the radiator. I had removed the stuffed bear the day before, but had forgotten about the handcuffs? DRUGS!!!

So, I tried to explain my way out of it. I guess I did a pretty good job, because she stayed for the curry, and gave me high complements. We had a really nice time talking about ourselves ? who we were, who we wanted to be.

With a bit of awkwardness, we started kastamonu escort to make out on the couch. At which point she said that it was time to make up her mind. The last bus back to her city would leave in half an hour. Not knowing where her mind was, I suggested that she stay the night. To my surprise she accepted.


The whole thing made me really horny. I had been sleeping around with a bunch of different bar-skanks. But I hadn't been with a woman of class for a while. With an IQ over 150, Megan seemed untouchable. But there she was, sitting on my couch? touchable, being touched. It all seemed surreal, after a bit of heavy petting we agreed, without saying a word, to go to the bedroom.

We both slowly fondled each other under the flannel sheets, removing clothing, and tossing it to the floor. Then the bomb hit. She was having her period. She said it was alright, as long as I didn't mind a mess. I couldn't believe that after two dates she was willing to have me in her? while she was on the rag. Too much. I said "no". That wasn't the way I pictured our first intimate encounter.

To my surprise (again), she said that it was OK and that there were other ways to have fun. I kissed her with the best full-tongue kiss I could muster, and held her head as she slowly, caressingly kayaşehir escort worked her way down my body.

Megan took a hold of my hard cock and said, " I hope you like this." She tongued my dick for a couple of seconds and then went all the way down ? almost deepthoating me from the get-go. She put her available hand on my chest and caressed me up my neck until she stuck a finger in my mouth, simulating the way my dick was pumping into her mouth.

I grabbed a bit of her short hair and started to guide her tonsils down on my wet, saliva covered dick. This librarian could really give head, and gave moans of excitement when I pulled her hair harder.

I knew I was going to cum soon. But I wasn't sure what the etiquette would be under the circumstances. So I told her that she was "so hot" and that I was going to cum soon. Megan grabbed my cock and started jerking it hard while she worked her way down to my balls, taking each one in her mouth, and then flicking her tongue against my clean shaved nuts. I started to moan a bit in anticipation. It had been a while since I had face-fucked a girl of this caliber. I grabbed her hair again, and positioned her mouth on my cock She went down willingly. With a couple more jerks, I took both hands and held on to her head as I shot a lifetimes worth of spunk down her thoat.

Megan kept her mouth on my cock as I heard her slowly swallow. She came up for air and kissed me with her cum flavored mouth and said,"that was fun".

We fell asleep in each others arms .

More to come if you give me high ratings. And yes, the handcuffs will come into play.