Day 3 with MrT (Saturday)

I finally slept in some that day and when I rolled over the clock said 8:00.   That's 10am my time so I figured that was plenty of sleep and went to get up.  I remembered the 'fall out of bed' from yesterday so I was prepared this time.  I glanced at MrT and he was still sleeping so I quietly left the room.  It didn't matter though, b/c my coughing woke him up a few minutes later.  He walked into the living room where I was sitting and plopped down next to me.  "Good morning, baby.  How'd you sleep?'

I snuggled up close to him as he kissed my forehead, "I slept great.  How'd you sleep? Did I wake you up from my coughing?'  He said no, but I didn't believe him.  He asked why I was coughing so much, but I had no idea.  It was just that every time I tried to take a deep breath, I coughed.  We piddled around the house for a while.  Ate our bagels and juice in front of the T.V., played around online, I still had some homework to do so did that while he showered and got dressed for the day.  We couldn't figure out what to do that day.  There's not a ton of things to do to begin with, not close anyway.  We thought about driving up to the hotel where they filmed the Stephen King movie "The Shining" but it was about 4 hrs away and the weather was supposed to start getting bad by the late afternoon. 

We decided to stay somewhat close and go looking at more old buildings and wild life in general.  (Yes, I forgot to take pics).  By 4pm we were ready to head back to the house and take a nap.  My coughing was getting worse and I was really tired.  When we got home we put in a movie and spooned on the couch again.  Of course, like before.. it didn't take us long to start fooling around.  I rolled over to face him as we both were undressing each other.   His hand cupped my ass and pulled me closer, while I draped my leg on top of his.  He was biting and kissing my neck, running his hands up and down my back making it arch, while I griped his dick and started stroking him.  His hand moved from my back to between my legs and softly began flicking me.  I moaned into his mouth, my back arching again.  It was crazy to me how this man could make me cum so hard and so fast.  Within seconds of him touching me, any time, he'd have me cumming. 

After cumming 2 more times, I pushed him away some so I could change positions.  I got up on my knees and bent over the arm rest of the couch.  I didn't need to say anything, he knew what I wanted.  He kneeled behind me and leaned over too.   His chest was pressed against my back and entered me.  I don't know if I was just getting swollen from all the sex or what, but every time he felt bigger.  And with this angle, he could really get in deep, so deep that it was beginning to hurt some.  But hurt quickly was replaced with pleasure and we stayed that way until we both came.  Me first and him within seconds later.  We both collapsed on the couch, out of breath and body's aching. 

It didn't take him long to recover.  Not more than 5 minutes later he was breathing almost normal and was ready for a cigarette and food.  I, on the other hand, just couldn't catch my breath.  He offered me a cigarette, but I turned it down.  I was having a very hard time breathing.  Before, it was only taking a deep breath that made me cough.  Now, I couldn't even get a regular breath.  I tried not to panic.  I had forgotten my inhaler (it was still sitting on the bathroom counter at home) and tried to will myself to breathe.  He could tell something was wrong, he saw the look on my face though I tried to hide it. 

"J... are you ok?" He kept asking me and I kept telling him, 'just give me a minute'.  That was all I could say.  And those words ran together, missing some words completely.. it was more like 'jusgivememinute'.  I could feel a full blown asthma attack coming, but it never did.  I never stopped breathing, which is good, but I could only take very short gasps of air.  I was starting to get a little dizzy and that's when the slight panic set in. 

"Store..... inhaler" was about all I could say by this time.  I don't have insurance.. I can't afford a huge medical bill.. so an emergency clinic or the ER was the VERY VERY last resort.  He quickly got dressed, then helped me throw on some clothes too then helped me to the car.  I didn't realize at first, but it was snowing.  Not little flurries, but big, thick snow flakes.  The roads were covered in snow.  No snow plow in sight.  The nearest store that would even have a remote chance of selling inhalers was about 40 min away... we made it in 20.  I don't know how though, couldn't even see the road.  He drove right down the middle and only swerved to our side when another car was coming in the opposite direction.  The whole car ride I tried to relax (which wasn't very easy.. since we were going about 50mph in the middle of a snow storm) and focus on my breathing. 

We arrived at the only Wal-mart within an hr's drive and tried to hustle into the building without slipping in the snow and ice.  After 10 minutes of searching, the only thing we found was a travel sized breathing treatment.  It wasn't even on the right shelf, it was just placed down by some ace wraps and band-aids.  We couldn't even find a price.  I did however find someone who worked in that department and MrT asked him about it.  The employee said she had never seen it before and had no idea how much it was.  MrT decided to take it anyway, and we went to the check out.  The lady rang up the small box and I almost fell over.  $50!! Holy! That's expensive!  I didn't even have time to find my wallet in my purse and MrT had already swiped his card.  I told him no.. he didn't need to pay for it, that I would.  But he insisted and I was just too tired to argue. 

We tried to hurry back to the car, the weather was getting worse, but I was so out of breath and freezing that I couldn't walk fast.  He offered to have me stay inside and pull the car up but I declined.  I just wanted to sit down again.  We both were hungry, my stomach was growling but fixing my breathing was most important.  When we finally reached the car, I got in and started to tear open the box while he drove.  Pizza hut was about the only thing open after dark in that town, so we decided to head there.  By the time we parked, I had read the directions and had the breathing treatment ready to go.  It didn't take long to do, and it didn't take long to start working.  First my whole body shook as if I was going thru the DT's.  But I could deal with that because I was finally starting to breathe normal again. 

After sitting in the car for 10 minutes, the shaking starting to calm down and my lungs finally getting some oxygen, the hunger hit me hard and we went inside to eat.  Before the pizza even arrived at our table, I had a massive headache and just wanted to go to sleep.  Neither of us ate much, only 1 piece each, got a box for the rest and headed back home.  The weather had gotten even worse, you couldn't even see past the front bumper.  I was a little scared about the drive, but sleep was quickly wearing me down.  Sometime along the drive I feel asleep and only woke up once I heard him saying 'Baby.. we're home.  Let me go unlock the front door and I'll come back for you."

I just nodded my head and went back to sleep.  The next thing I know, I feel a rush of cold air and MrT is saying something as he's trying to wrap an arm around my waist.  I didn't catch what he was saying, but I let him lead me from the car to the house and to the bed.  I laid down immediately, still mostly asleep.  I felt him removing my shoes and clothes.  I just laid there, aware of what was going on around me, but I just couldn't open my eyes or wake up fully.  He tucked my legs under the covers, covered me up and turned out the light.  I never heard him come to bed, or even felt him.  I was fast asleep.  A deep, dreamless sleep.

Day 2 With Mr. T (Part 2)

Friday continued.....

I got up to take a shower, since it was evident my growling stomach wasn't going to stop anytime soon if I didn't get some food in me.  As I was toweling off I heard him holler from the kitchen "Do you like a little bagel with your cream cheese? Or a little cream cheese with your bagel?'

Umm.. what?

"Lots and lots of cream cheese.. I don't even want to see the bagel.  But.. umm.. why?'  He didn't answer me, or if he did, I didn't hear him.  A few minutes later after I had thrown on some clothes I had just walked out of the 'dressing area' (yes.. his house had a dressing area, that was outside of the bathroom, and not quite the bedroom, but had a sink and large vanity to sit at.. idk why..), walking through the master bedroom when he met me at the door, "Your breakfast is ready'.

Huh?

I looked at him puzzled and walked into the living room. There, at the coffee table, sat my bagel with extra cream cheese and a glass of Ocean Spray Cran-Grape juice.  He listened.  I had told him once, back in early Dec. that that was my favorite breakfast food and he remembered.  I hadn't ever mentioned it again.. and after all that time.. he remembered.  I know it's probably stupid to gush over something like that, but I did.  I mean hell.. ya'll have read about my past guys.. none of them would or had ever remembered some small detail like that... anyway..

We sat side-by-side eating our bagels while discussing where we were going to go that day.  There had been an ice sculpture competition the weekend before a few towns over (Cripple Creek) and they were still outside on display.  Also, about an hr away in the opposite direction was the town 'South Park".  Yes.. the town that the cartoon is made after.  I'm not a big fan of the show anymore, I used to watch it all the time back when it 1st came out, but I couldn't go all the way to Colorado, and be only an hour from the place and not check it out.  They still have a lot of working gold mines there so we thought we'd check those out too.

We finished breakfast, he showered, I finished getting ready and we headed out. He has the cutest little dog.. a mini schnauzer named Rambo who loves car rides and I asked to take him with us.   That dog took an immediate liking to me from the moment I walked in the house.  If we were home, he was curled up on the couch next to me, if we were in bed, he was curled up at my stomach or side. Even though there was a doggy door in the laundry room for him to go out and do his thing, he'd sit at my feet and bark at me until I went out with him.  So darn cute!!  Anyhow....

We waded through the 7 inches of snow to get to his car and we were on our way.  The sights were beautiful.  Old towns, lots of cattle and... llamas.  Yes.. llamas.  They were just there, mixed in with the cows.  When I had first saw one, from a long distance out, standing next to a cow, I asked 'wtf is wrong with that cow?' as I pointed out the window.  Mr.T laughed so hard I thought he was going to stroke out.  "That isn't a cow, baby.  That's a llama.'

"A what? Did you just say llama?"

"Yes.. llama and there's nothing wrong with it. That's what they look like'.

"Huh.. who would have thought they'd be so funky looking in real life..'

We continued our hour drive as he pointed out different things along the way.  A national forest, a wolf sanctuary, more llama farms, an alpaca farm, herds of wild, free running horses and even some mountain goats.  You know the big white ones, with the beard.. the ones that you hear about that climb all the way up a mountain and perch on a small small stone and just stand there? Yea.. those.  They were magnificent to see.  So were the wild horses.  It was just overall awesome to see nature like that.  In Florida, the only 'free' thing you see are birds, gators and manatees. 

As we drove it started to snow again.  I was staring out the window, lost in the beauty of untainted land when I felt him grab my hand.  I looked down then up at him, he was staring out the windshield to the road, but he smiled and cut his eyes in my direction.  I smiled back and gripped his hand tighter.

"I love seeing the wonder in your eyes when you look out there.  It's like watching a child see something wonderful for the first time."

I couldn't help but blush as I turned back towards my window.  "It truly is a beautiful place and the falling snow just makes it look much more magical.'

We drove in silence for awhile, just enjoying the views and each other.  It wasn't an uncomfortable silence, it was calm and relaxing and just felt right.

"We're almost there.  When I make this turn coming up, look at the small billboard they made as you enter the town on the left... but also look to the right just after that.  They have life-sized wooden cut outs of the kids from the show.'  And they did! The billboard had "Welcome to South Park" written on it and the font and colors were just like the show.  The cut outs were right on, looking exactly like them.  It was a small town, only had about 8 streets.  But they did have a section that the historical society had kept preserved over the years.  Apparently it used to be a big area for miners to live back during the gold rush.  It was really cool to see, all that captured history from years and years ago.  To see the people walking around, knowing that their ancestors once walked those same streets back in the late 1850-1860's. We stopped and read a short history of the town, finding out that South Park was one of the first cities to be populated by whites (in 1860), as it was only Indians up until then, and was bleak of any buildings.  (O.K...yes.. I'm kind of a history nerd lol)  We continued to drive a little further and they still had the original mining buildings.  It looked as though someone had just closed up shop, minus some broken windows.  The chutes were still there, the filtering buildings and all it's equipment, just half-haphazardly left as if they had just gone to lunch and would be back soon.  It baffled me that no one had torn anything down to make way for new mining buildings.  They had instead, built new buildings with newer equipment just up the mountain some.  We parked and watched rows of trucks leave the filtering buildings, go down the mountain, into the mines and come back loaded to the rim.  They had high rise cables with buckets carrying more rock and gold from the mines up to the building and back again.

Mr. T didn't rush me.  He leaned back in his seat, held my hand and watched them with me.  Every once in awhile I'd glance over at him and he'd look back at me and smile.  He was so patient.  He never asked "Are you ready to go yet" or anything.  He just sat there with me.  The more time I was spending with him, the more I was falling for him.. I just kept fighting it.

Finally, I told him we could leave and continue on our tour.  We doubled back and headed to Cripple Creek (another city that was 1 of the 1st to be populated by whites during the gold rush), where the ice sculptures were.  That was an hr and a half drive, going past his house and heading South.  We had come here for dinner the night before, but it was dark and there was more things to see in the daylight.  Little bed and breakfasts up on top of mountains, with gorgeous views.  Places to pull over with look outs into the valleys down below.   It had stopped snowing so the visibility was much better.  We made it to Cripple Creek, found a place to park and walked the main street.  I say 'main street' because it was the only street that had businesses on it.  The surrounding streets were residential.  We held hands as we walked and I took some pictures.  The sculptures were amazing! Such detail! And they were huge!!  It was pretty cold out and I had forgotten my coat in the car so we decided to duck into the general store to warm up some.  (yes... general store.  As in.. a 1 stop shop.. the closest thing the town had to a grocery store, clothes store and well.. just general stuff.  The only thing it didn't have was gas pumps)  We spent a good hour in there acting like children.  I put on a 'Little House on the Prairie' bonnet and he wore something that resembled  a cross between Daniel Boone and a traditional mountain man hat (it was big, furry and had fur ear flaps) while we walked around the shop.  We got stares from the locals.  We got questionable glances from the workers.. but we didn't care.  We were having a wonderful time just acting silly.  We walked up a short flight of stairs and adorned fur coats.  Not those glamorous fur coats rich people wear.  These fur coats still had animal heads on them for hoods.  While I was trying to pick out a boa to add to my ensemble, he came up behind me, turned me around, pressed me against the wall and kissed me hard.  So hard in fact, that I lost by breath for a second.

"My... my.. Mr. Boone.  Aren't WE feeling a little frisky"  I giggled.

"Hmm.. yes" he whispered against my ear "I don't if it's the Laura Engels bonnet, or the dead animal you're wearing, but I can't help but want to bend you over this stack of boas and take you right here, right now"

And with that, we both busted out laughing.  We received a dirty look from the lady behind the counter and decided to cool down before we got thrown out.  I quickly kissed him one more time and took off back down the stairs.  Around the corner from those stairs was another flight of stairs that lead to a bottom level.  I gave him a wink and a 'come get me' smile and took off down the steps.  There was a table in the middle of the room that had random items and I ran around it as he chased me.  I made it back to the stairs, trying to get back up before he caught me but my foot slipped off the first step and I went to catch myself with my hands before I fell.  I didn't need to, he was just there.. behind me and caught me before I fell all the way down.  I felt him press himself tight against my ass and I could tell he was hard.  For a moment I didn't move, just stayed in that same position, trying to figure out what I should do.  He worked across the street, just about everyone knew him, so I didn't want to get him in any trouble.  Deciding on keeping it kind of mild, I just rubbed my ass against his hard dick a few times then straightened up and turned to face him.  He kissed my lips gently, then kissed my forehead and said "Come on.. lets get outta here."  I went and put our hats and coats back where they belonged because he said he needed to purchase something.  I didn't ask what, it wasn't my business.  By the time I was finished, he was checked out and ready to leave.  We walked back to the car holding hands.  We drove around Cripple Creek some, and there was more old and new gold mining operations.  It was fascinating to me.

We had started to get tired and decided to head back to the house to take a nap before going to dinner.  We had reservations at steak place at 7 so we had plenty of time.

At the house, we changed, laid on the couch together and took a nap for a few hours.  I woke up to feeling his hard dick pressing against my ass.  He seemed like he was still asleep, his eyes were closed and his breathing was deep and steady.  I laid there wondering if I should make a move or get up.  I decided to let him sleep, since he would be the one driving at night, in the snow, and I had woken him up pretty early that morning.  I started to slowly sit up but I woke him and he tightened his arm around me.  I rolled over to face him and laid my head against his chest while my hand made it's way down to his waistband.  His breathing quickened and became shallow.  I kissed his bare chest and linked my legs with his.  His hand crept down and under my panties.

"Wow.. you're already so wet" he remarked as he played with my clit.

I moaned in agreement as I continued to kiss and lick his chest while I slipped my hand inside his boxers.  I stroked him slowly, more caressing than trying to give him a hand job.  He lifted one of my legs and placed it over his, making me spread my legs.  I pushed his boxers down as he pulled off my panties.  We made out like 2 teenagers.  We took our time touching and caressing.  I finally asked him to fuck me and he didn't waste any time.  My 1 leg was still draped over his hip, we were both still on our sides facing each other on the couch when he entered me. I felt him grab his dick to guide it in me and once he was done, his thumb flicked my clit over and over gently keeping a rhythm with each push of his dick.  It felt wonderful.  I got lost in the sensations and came.  It didn't take him too long to cum.  He stopped flicking my clit and held me tight, going in so deep and barely pulling out, going faster and faster.  We came within seconds of each other and laid there panting.  He lifted his head to look at the clock, and it read 6:23pm.  We had exactly 7 min to get up, cleaned up and dressed if we were going to make our 7pm reservations.  We both jumped up quickly, almost too quickly cus we both kind of stumbled, he went into 1 bathroom and I went into another to clean up, met back in the master bedroom, threw back on our clothes from earlier and was heading to the door putting our shoes on.

On the way he asked me to try and call the restaurant to tell them we might be a few minutes late, however in the middle of a mountain we didn't have any reception.  We pulled into a parking spot at 7pm sharp and hightailed it to the door.  The parking lot and alley was covered in ice and we both almost slipped about 4 times.  We ran inside and made it to the hostess counter by 7:05.  He apologized to the woman, whom he knew since they worked for the same company (he's the IT Director for a company that owns 5 casinos on the strip, as well as 3 restaurants and a hotel), she smiled, said it was fine and showed us to our table.  Once we finally sat down and could relax, we both just kind of stared out at nothing.  When the waitress arrived to take our drinks, she snapped in front of his face "heeellooooo Mr.T.. you awake?' and laughed.  He jerked back his attention to her and laughed with her.  "Sorry.. guess we were zoning for a minute.. I'd like a Pepsi and she'll have a Mt. Dew" he said and he nodded in my direction.  She left to get our drinks while we tried to figure out what we were going to eat.

After ordering our steaks, sides and him a salad and me soup, she left to put our order in.  Neither of us said much.  We just sat there zoning.  I think the lack of sleep, mixed in with all the sex was making us super tired.  At one point he reached across the table and took my hand.  We still didn't talk much, just sat in a comfortable silence.  Our courses started to arrive but by the time the steaks came, we were both too full to eat.  We got boxes for the left overs and waited for the check.  The waitress came by to gather our plates and informed us that the manager said the meal was taken care of.  We both asked the waitress to thank the manager for us and we left.

At the house, we didn't waste time changing and was back on the couch, laying the same way as before.  On our sides, him behind me and his arm draped over my waist.  I'm not exactly sure what time it was, but I was woken up to feeling cold air behind me.  When I 1/2 opened my eyes, I saw him walking around the coffee table heading towards the bedroom.

"Where you going?" I asked, knowing I sounded like a whiny child.  But I couldn't help it.  When I realized he was gone, a feeling came over me that the only way I could describe it was feeling alone and empty and a little... scared?? I guess?? It wasn't a scared feeling b/c I felt strange being alone in his house, because I didn't.  I felt very at home there.  It was more of a don't leave me feeling.  Like I couldn't stand to be away from him.  Had I been more awake and more aware of what I was saying, I probably wouldn't have said anything at all.  It's not like me AT ALL to act or feel clingy.  But I hated the feeling of not having him close.

He came back and kissed me on the forehead, "I wasn't going far love, was just going to get the bed ready."  I looked up at him, with what I can only assume looked like a sad puppy b/c he chuckled and said "You wanna go with me?", I nodded, he took my hand and led me to bed.    I immediately crawled into bed and was already asleep by the time he came back in from turning off all the lights and the TV in the other room.  I woke up only for a second when I felt him lay down and snuggle up behind me, but quickly drifted back off to sleep.

I was warm and comfortable and felt safe right were I was.

I heard him whisper "J?" and and I grunted a yes.. but I didn't hear his reply, I was fast asleep.

Day 3 coming soon :)

Oh and if I can do it correctly, there should be some pics down here somewhere.  Not really in any order but you'll see some of the ice sculptures :)

One of the older mining buildings:

Just some of the ice sculptures

 

View from the bedroom window

Day 2 with Mr. T (part 1)

Friday: 2/22/13

**Before I continue with this post, I need to give you a little history about him.   He has what I labeled 'marathon man' syndrome lol.  He has a history of having sex for hours and not cumming.  The first time he hooked up with his late wife, they had sex pretty much for 4 days straight and he didn't cum until the very last night.  She wasn't the only time either.  Even in his younger days, he said it happened a lot back then too.  He doesn't know why, but it's always been that way, especially with someone new.  Once the 'seal' was broken though, he normally doesn't have any problems.  Well, the night before, he didn't finish.  But at least he warned me so I didn't take it personally.  However, it DID become like a small little challenge for me.  To see how soon I could get him to cum.  I wanted it to be sooner than 4 days.**

I woke up the next morning to being completely entangled with someone else's body and sheets in the absolute darkness.  I leaned over to look at the clock.  It was 3:30am.  Wait.. WHAT?  Why was I wide awake at 3:30am?  I mean, I know there was a 2hr time difference but shit, I don't even wake up at 5:30am at home!

I quietly slid out of bed (and by slid I mean I slid to the side then fell off cus his bed is so high that I couldn't reach the ground from how I was laying).  He heard the 'oomph' as I fell, and he shifted, but didn't say anything.  I tip-toed out of the room and down the hall to 1 of the other bathrooms so I wouldn't bother him.  I also grabbed a drink and my cigarettes and sat in the living room replaying the events from just a few hours ago.  I couldn't believe that this man, who is old enough to be my father, totally fucked me like no other ever has.  I was both baffled and amazed.  I finished my cigarette, realized I was freezing and went back to bed.  He was awake and apparently heard my little stumble cus he asked if I was ok, with a slight chuckle in his voice.  I shoved him as I laughed and climbed back in bed.  He pulled me close, his body curved around mine.  The heat coming off him warmed my back while we spooned. 

As they say.. spooning leads to forking.. and forking we did.

It didn't take long for his hands to start wondering again.  Those soft, feather-like fingers found the perfect spot right away and it was only a matter of minutes before I was cumming. He moved down on the bed some so he could enter me.  We ended up with me laying the correct way on the bed (on my back) and him laying across it on his side, with my legs draped over his hip.  It was a great position for him to get in deep, at a different than normal angle, and still be able to play with my clit.  Let me tell you, just by rotating him 1/2 a turn, it made everything feel completely different and new all over again.   Why hadn't I ever tried this position before?!? If I did, I sure didn't remember it feeling this awesome.  His magic fingers and beautiful dick had me cumming over and over again.  I didn't think I could cum any more, but I did.  I lost count the amount of times.  At least another 1/2 hr passed and I just couldn't take it anymore.  My body was exhausted.  Muscles hurt that I didn't even know COULD hurt.  I was thirsty, apparently dehydrated, and if he hadn't said something about taking a break, I would have.  We disentangled and he went to get us something to drink.  Thankfully, I could move this time.  Wasn't easy but I could do it.  My legs felt like cook spaghetti, and when I tried to sit up I got dizzy.  I stopped trying and just rolled over onto my stomach.

I heard him come back into the room and he laid back down.  As he rolled over, 1/2 on top of me, and kissed my back he asked if I wanted some water.  I tried to sit up again, but again got dizzy so I just took a sip still on my stomach and gave it back.  We laid there in silence for a few minutes, neither of us saying a word, as he rubbed my back and played with my hair.  I was lost in my thoughts.  Lost in the euphoria of the sex.. lost in the mental pictures that were replaying in my head.. lost in the 'now what's' that I couldn't help but think about.

I must have been zoning for awhile because I finally heard 'Earth to J..? Did you fall back asleep?'  I sighed, and rolled over to face him.  He had a smile that covered his face.  "OH.. so you ARE awake.  Good morning baby.  Do you want to go have a cigarette? Or stay in here a little longer?'  He asked as he kissed my forehead.  I couldn't help but smile back.

'Hmm.. a cigarette does sound nice.. let's go" And we did.  I threw on a long shirt and followed him out to the living room.  As we smoked, we chatted about what the weather was going to be like that day (cold and snowing of course), what we wanted to do, and if we were going to go out for breakfast or eat there first.  It was so early still, we decided to wait a bit before go anywhere so we snuggled on the couch and watched T.V.

Around 7:30am, as we snuggled and cuddled on his overstuffed leather couch, hands started wondering again.  He started kissing my neck and ran his fingers down my back.  I shifted, and wiggled, and when I couldn't take it anymore, I moved off the couch to kneel on the floor practically ripping his pants off of him.  I hadn't yet given him head, hell up until this point, I hadn't even SEEN his dick since the 1st 2 times it was in the dark.  As I shoved his boxer briefs down and his dick was revealed, by eyes got huge and I froze for just a second.  No wonder he had a hard time getting in!! He was so much thicker than I realized.  So thick in fact, that I had a hard time getting my mouth around him.  But, as they say, I put my big girl panties on, pulled out my proverbial bag of tricks and gave it my all.  I touch, licked and sucked.  I played with his balls (I still don't really get why guys love that so much...???)  I ran my tongue from taint to tip.  His back was arching and he was pawing for me.. trying to touch and grab and rub anything he could.  The noises he was making told me he was thoroughly enjoying it and that made me smile.  But I still had a challenge to overcome.  Literally.  My goal was to not let 1 more sexcapade  go without him cumming.  I moaned with him in my mouth, I hummed, I shifted so he could finger me, I made sure I could look up at him and have him watch me take him in my mouth.  His whole body began to tense. His words became inaudible, just moans now and I knew he was close. 

"Do you want to finish this here? Or in your room?' I asked.

Without saying a word, he sat up, grabbed me by the hand and led me back to his bed.  We quickly finished undressing and both jumped on the bed.  I started to lay down, fully expecting him to get between my legs.  And he did.. but not to fuck.  He spread my legs and within seconds I felt his tongue flicking against my clit.  That first sensation of his hot wet tongue on me made me cum and he kneeled, draping my legs over his shoulder.  I felt him enter me and it felt like the 1st time all over again.  He felt bigger and thicker somehow, but I wasn't complaining.  I was enjoying it immensely.  After a few minutes he let go of my legs and wrapped them around his waist, pulling me tight against his chest.  We were so pressed together you couldn't even place a post-it in between us.  It may have been -2 degrees outside, but we were both sweating and panting like it was 200 degrees in that house.
Between moans, he would kiss my neck or nibble my ear and tell me how good I felt.  He was like a jackhammer.. pounding me into the bed and I loved it.  I didn't need to tell him harder or faster.. it was just perfect.  His pelvic bone rubbed my clit perfectly and I was cumming again.  He wrapped his arms tightly around me, pressing me to both him and the bed.  Just as I was recovering from the last orgasm, I hear him, at first softly then getting louder "Oh god.. oh fuck.. Ohhhhh gooooddddddd.. we gotta stop for a minute.. it's too soon.. not yet.. I can't cum yet'

"No baby.. I want you to come. It's not too soon... cum.. cum when you're ready.. I'm about to cum again too..' I replied as I bit his shoulder and starting cumming again myself. And with that, 2 more pushes and I felt him cum.  His whole body tensed, then shook, as he more roared than moaned.  But yet.. he kept going and I came right after.  He collapsed on top of me and all you could hear was our heavy breathing.  We stayed that way for awhile and probably would have longer had I not started to giggle.

"And what are you laughing at?" he asked, probably slightly worried...

"Looks like the marathon man can hang up his cape now' I laughed some more.

As he rolled off of me, he laughed and said 'Yea.. I guess you're right! Damn! It's never taken me this short of time before.  Wtf did you do?"

We laid there and laughed and enjoyed some post-sex cuddling as we continued to make cheesy references to his marathon man retirement.

I was ready for a nap but my stomach started growling.  Guess it was time to start getting ready to head out for the day.

Continuation of Day 2 in next post!! :)

Day 1 with Mr. T

Thursday 2/21
I had an 8am flight, which meant I had to get up around 3am to get ready and get to the airport by 6am. By 6pm Wed evening, I was already in bed waiting for my sleeping pill to kick in.  Mr. T and I texted back and forth a few times, both saying how excited we were and by 630 he wished me sweet dreams and I went to sleep.  I woke up every 1/2 hr from midnight til 230am when I finally said screw and it got up.  It wasn't my nerves waking me up, it was that I had slept longer than I normally do and I just wasn't sleepy anymore.  So I shot him a quick text to say I was up and got ready to go.  We continued chatting until about 5am, he went to bed and I left for the airport.

I still wasn't nervous.

The flights were fine and when I made my connecting flight, I texted him again and gave him an update that my arriving flight was delayed about an hr. but soon enough, I was taxing in to the terminal.

I still wasn't nervous.

The airport in Colorado Springs was small.  VERY small.  So small in fact, that large plans did not fly into there, you had to take a 'puddle jumper' from a larger airport.  So small, that from the terminal to the common area on the other side of security was less than a 5 min walk, and that's walking slow.  I know because I was lol.  As I came up the ramp to the common area, I had my phone in my head, reading a text from a friend and thinking, "God.. I hope I recognize him.  I hope he looks like he did in his pics'.  I happened to look up, well.. needed to look up cus I almost ran into someone lol,.. and then I saw him standing against a railing about 20 ft. away and I froze.  I recognized him instantly.  He DID look exactly like he did in all his pics.  He recognized me instantly as well and took 1 step away from the railing.  We both just stood there, staring at each other.  Neither one of us moving any closer.  Just stood there smiling.  Finally, we both started walking at the same time towards each other then stopped again about 6 inches apart.  Him looking down at me smiling, and me looking up at him doing the same thing.

And still, I never got nervous.

We stood that way for what seemed to be forever, but really, it was just long enough for the area to clear out from the other passengers.  We briefly hugged and started walking towards baggage claim.  We were chatting non-stop like 2 old friends who hadn't seen each other in a very long time.  It was nice. It was comfortable, even though there was just a slight bit of awkwardness.  While we waited for my luggage, we went out to smoke since I hadn't had one since about 6am that morning and I was dying for one.  When those sliding doors opened and the gust of cold air hit me, I thought I was gonna fall over lol.  The wind was strong, it was only 19 degrees out and there was about a foot of snow on the ground.  I had packed my coat in my checked bag and holy shit, within 3 min. I lost feeling in my hands.  Did that stop me from smoking? Fuck no. But I did suck it down fast and rush back inside.

Thankfully my luggage was there and we left.  He told me to stay put and he'd go get the car.  (So nice of him, cus I really wasn't looking forward to walking all the way to the car in the snow lol.  Airport was small, parking lots weren't)  He was back within a few minutes, put my luggage in the car and helped me inside.  As we drive back to his house (which was a 2hr drive), we stopped at a drive-thru for food cus I was starving.  (Did ya'll know they don't offer meals anymore on flights? And if you want a snack, even a damn little bag of nuts, you have to pay for them?? WTF?)

During the ride home, there wasn't any holding hands, caressing, anything.  He'd occasionally place his hand on my arm when he'd talk, but it wouldn't stay there for more than a few seconds.  As we drove, he'd point out special things of interest like the Llama farms, what mountain was what, the wolf sanctuary, etc. The conversation never staled, and even during silences, it still wasn't awkward like 'Wtf do I say or talk about now??'.  It was peaceful and nice and quickly becoming very comfortable.  Again, like 2 old friends reuniting.  As I slumped down in the seat, just staring out the window at the snow covered mountains as we drove, I couldn't stop the smile that kept forming on my lips.  I was happy.  Not that superficial, surface happy.  But, the kind that you just can't stop smiling.  The kind that you feel deep down.  The kind that gives you butterflies. 

We finally arrived at his house and his 9 yr old grandson was there.  I was more nervous about meeting him than I was about meeting Mr. T lol.  The boy was so sweet and polite, I had to do a double take just to make sure he wasn't a 30 yr old midget.  We said our hellos and he went back to watching TV while Mr. T gave me the tour of the house.  I won't bore you with the details, but will only highlight on a few things.  The view from the backside of his house was wonderful.  It was full of windows and french doors so no matter where you were, you got to see the trees and mountains with an unobstructed view.  Up at 9,000 ft there was more snow here than at the airport down in the city, so everything was covered in a thick, fluffy white blanket.  His house has a wooden deck on 3 sides, and at the back of the house, directly in the center, the deck goes straight out about 60 feet and ends at a gazebo that is about 20 ft. off the ground.  Had it not been 10 degrees out (the higher you go, the colder it gets!) with a wind chill of zero, I would spent some time out there.  Not to mention, the inches of snow it was covered by lol. 

About a hr after we got there, he left to take the boy to his other grandma's house, which is a 2 1/2 hr round trip, and I decided to take that time to unwind and get comfy.  We had dinner reservations at 730 so I had plenty of time to relax before getting ready. While I was there, I also had to do some homework but he told me to just bring a jump drive, I'd have plenty of comps to work on there.  What I didn't expect, was for him to buy a mini netbook for me that I had been eyeing but couldn't afford to buy just yet.  So right before he left, he presented it to me.  I didn't know what to say, other than Thank You.  That seemed like not enough, but we hadn't gotten to the 'kiss him deeply as a ty' yet either.  I gave him a hug and waved goodbye as he left. I spent the next 2 hrs playing with my new little laptop that I named Mabel (don't laugh, I name all my electronics) and had just finished getting ready when he pulled back up. 

We had a lovely dinner, talking about anything and everything.  Earlier, before I flew in, we had talked about walking around after dinner looking at all the little shops, the ice sculptures and anything else we passed along the way, but it was getting colder by the minute and started to snow again.  By this time, I was getting pretty tired so we just decided to call it a night and head back to his house.  The 30 min drive was equally as impressive as everything else I'd already seen.  2-lane country roads winding through and around mountains, open fields of just pure white snow surrounded by ranches and cattle.  It really looked like a scene out of a movie. 

As soon as we got back, I headed for a shower and came back to relax on the couch for a few minutes while I smoked.  We chatted and laughed, and when I stretched by back he asked if it was hurting.  "Just achy.. from sitting so much today' I told him.  It was then, that he finally decided to really touch me and gave me a backrub.  I was so exhausted, with a back rub and now with a full belly, it was definitely nap time.  He had no objections when I asked if he minded if I went to bed, and he decided to join me.  Up until this time, the back rub was the extent of our touching.  I didn't know how it was going to go, all I knew was that I wasn't going to make the 1st move.  I slid into the bed, and he came into the room right after.  Turning off the light as he took off his shirt and slid in beside me.  Before I had come, he told me he wanted to rub my back or play with my hair until I fell asleep.  He also knew that I don't sleep in anything but undies, but as I had laid down, he saw that I didn't take my shirt off.  What he DIDN'T see was that when he switched off the light, I slid off my shirt and tossed it on the floor so when he rolled near me and went to rub my back, I heard 'Are you naked???' I laughed and said 'No.. I still have underwear on' lol. Ok.. so maybe I was sort of making the 1st move...

The back rub was nice and relaxing and I started to feel weightless as I drifted off.  Then it happened.. he stumbled across that spot on my back that when fingers lightly graze it.. or when kissed, it sends a direct signal down to my pipes involuntarily.  Automatically, I rotated my hips.  He rubbed some more then did it again.. I rotated again.   A few more times and I was soaking wet, and couldn't stop the moans.  That was his que.. and he took it. 

His hand slowly made its way down to my ass, slowly caressing, as he leaned in and kissed my back, neck and shoulders.  His hands wondered under my panties and further down.  Each time he touched me, I moaned more.  When his fingers danced across my most sensitive parts I gasped.  They were like feathers.  So soft and gentle.  (unlike The Indian Chief's freakin daggers.)  Within seconds I was cumming.  He pushed my legs up so that I my ass was in the air and crawled down the bed.  I felt his tongue roll over my clit and it sent shivers down my spine.  His tongue was eager but his fingers were still gentle.  He grabbed me by the hips and pushed me against his face, then fingering me with 1 hand and running his nails down my spine with the other.  My back arched and I came again.  And again.. and again.  He definitely knew his way around.  SOMEONE had definitely taught him a few things, and I was grateful for that.  I had come about 6 times since we started and he didn't even show signs that he was ready to stop but I wanted him in me.

He had sent me a pic before as a joke cus I said I wanted a pic with a ruler to see how long he really was.  In that pic, the ruler was laying across the top of him so I didn't see his width but at almost 7 inches even, I didn't think too much about it. However, what I was thinking about, at that very minute, was how in the past I have found that if a guy is great with his tongue, the sex usually isn't the best.  They either lack technique or their dick is just in general disappointing....  

He sat up on his knees and began to push inside me.  It wouldn't go.  We both readjusted and tried again.  Still wouldn't go.  Instantly, I knew why.  He was too thick.  Like 'holy fucking shit man.. wtf you got down there? A baby's arm??' type thick.

I told him to hold on as I rolled over onto my back and to try again.  This time it worked.  He had to go slow, at a snails pace, but it worked and OMG.  It was a hurt-so-good pain.  He was finally all the way inside and paused.  My insides were quivering around him, I couldn't help it, he felt so good.  He pulled out half way, then back in, out and back in again, going so slow.  'Faster' I whispered to him as I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he listened. 

The pace was perfect, fast and hard.  He straightened his back and as he pushed in harder and faster, he reached down and began playing with my clit again.  I came within minutes.  He kept going and I came again.  At one point, I had to push his hand away because just the slightest touch and I was convulsing.  He leaned back down, wrapped his arms around behind me, pulling me tight against him and continued to pound me.  The head of his dick was bouncing off my G-spot and I had a full on, full body orgasm.  The kind that makes you thrash around, grabbing anything you can, biting anything in front of you, your upper body bouncing off the mattress and you screaming.  No words, just screaming in pleasure.  In my ear, he's whispering 'Yea baby.. let it go.. oh god you feel so good'.  The orgasm lasted forever and I, for the 1st time ever during sex, squirted.  He kept fucking me hard and fast, riding me through it.  When it was over, I collapsed.  I couldn't breathe, I was dizzy, I couldn't think, I couldn't speak.  My body felt like it weighed 2 tons, but at the same time I felt like I was floating.  I had a glazed over look in my eye and when I finally looked up at him, he was smiling.  He pulled out and laid beside me, pulling me close.  I still hadn't moved 1 inch.  My arms had fallen on the bed beside me, my legs were still bent. 

I passed out. I remember him saying something as I was not attempting to fight the sleep, but I didn't remember or comprehend what it was. 

I had fallen into a sex coma and I was happy.

Mr.T (and an update on The Indian Chief)

I'll start off with the update on The Indian then move onto other things :) (sorry this isn't a super interesting post)

So, ever since that last day in the park, I haven't seen him since.  Not that he hasn't tried, because he has.  I just.. Idk.. after that whole thing happened something changed for me.  Part of it was embarrassment, but the other part.. well.. just lost interest I guess.  Now knowing that I hadn't actually started my period, but instead, it was from him being so rough with his hands...  Who knew being that rough would cause a blood vessel to burst??? lol

Anyway, so I'd get a text from him every few days and I'd always answer but within a few minutes of texting, he'd start bitching at me.  How come I don't text him anymore... Where have I been.. What's going on? Why am I ignoring him...blah blah blah.  He was really starting to get annoying about it.  I told him that classes started back up again so I was busy with that and had some other things going on too (a new guy that I had started to really talk to on a regular basis but I didn't tell him that lol) and that I was not ignoring him.  Ignoring him would be me not replying to him at all.  We went back and forth day after day.. I'd apologize for not texting, he'd get pissy with me and say something fucked up, I'd get mad and tell him to stop or lose my number completely.  Then 1 time he even had the balls to open up with 'Where the hell are you?'   Excuse me motherfucker?!?!? Last time I checked you weren't my boyfriend, my father or my husband.. you were just some dick on the side!

Ugh! He's so infuriating!! Who does he think he is? So we fucked once.  ONCE!! And now he thinks he can act like that? When he's STILL MARRIED? That's a huge turn off for me even if he wasn't married.  I also find out that some of what he's told me about his marriage wasn't entirely true.  Thanks to some detective work (AKA being nosy on FB pages lol) I found out (really Bonnie found out.. TY Bonnie! lol) that they've been trying to become foster parents and eventually adopt a child.  Wait.. WHAT? I get this 'poor me' sob story about how bad his marriage is, how they both want a divorce but won't b/c its too expensive, but yet they're going through all the classes and shit together to adopt a kid? Really?? Well.. someone's been bullshitting me.  So that's 1 reason why I was starting to lose interest.  Another reason was.. yea.. O.K. doing it at the park was cool and exciting and all that good stuff.. but I don't want that ALL the time.  I WOULD like a bed eventually, but that was never going to happen.  Unless I paid for a room.

So, it's whatever now.  On to the next cus I'm done fuckin' around with him.

Now Mr.T................................

I play games online.  Yes, I'm kinda nerdy like that. Stop laughing at me lol.   It's a MMRPG game, (and for those who don't play online that basically means you're playing with other 'real' people who you can live chat with who live all over the world).  So I was on and in my alliance (meaning group of ppl on my team lol) and started chatting with this guy ADIDAS.  (obviously screen names lol) and we hit it off.  He was close to my age, fun, witty and I really enjoyed talking to him, and he lived in Oklahoma. Things were fine for awhile.  His stepmom (game name Princess) also played the game and her and I became friends.  She had just started having something with another player Mr.T (who lived in Colorado).. he was close to her age (early 50's).  I had known him for the same amount of time and thought he was really cool.  We all became friends, even started making plans to all meet up somewhere after the 1st of the year.  The Mister and I would chat even when the other 2 weren't on and him and I became close friends.  When him and Princess started having problems, he came to me to ask how to fix things.  I tried as best I could to help, and when ADIDAS and I started having issues, I went to Mr.T for help, like he did with me.  He tried to give me his best advice, but nothing seemed to help things.  Eventually, ADIDAS and I just fizzled out.  However, Mr.T and I started becoming closer and closer.  We swapped email address and started communicating on there.  Then we moved to chatting through Yahoo! Messenger... and after a bit we moved to voice chatting a time or 2.  We had so many things in common.  I had so much fun talking with him.

It wasn't until a day or 2 later that I realized I was starting to like him more than just a friend.  I missed him when he wasn't around.  I missed his emails when I didn't get them.  I woke up every morning checking my phone to see if he did email me and would be disappointed if he hadn't.  If he had, my stomach would flutter and I'd be in a great mood all day.  Things quickly progressed and we were talking daily.. multiple times a day.  Even when he worked.  We'd text each other, email, and talk on the phone.  He asked if he could come visit me maybe during March or April.  I said sure.. then had a better idea.  Me going there in Feb. I had never been to Colorado before and always wanted to go.  So.. after the 1st of the year, I started looking at ticket prices.  Eventually I found really cheap tickets and made my reservations. 

I'm flying there Feb. 21st. That's only 3 wks away. 
Holy fuckballs yall.  I'm starting to freak out now. lol  What am I thinking? Flying over 1,500 miles to go see someone I don't really know!? Who's old enough to be my father?!  Who lives on a damn mountain on a few acres with neighbors too far away to hear me scream? (lol)

Seriously though.. there's just something about him.  I'm usually a really good judge of character and I get no 'bad' feelings from him.  But don't think that doesn't mean I'm not bringin a little protection with me (and no.. I don't mean condoms lol).  Better safe than sorry, right? lol

So I probably won't update again until I return from there... but I will def let ya'll know how it went in case any of you are wondering lol.  And of course, let yall know I made it there and back alive and well lol