Monday, April 24, 2006
Going Out With "B" (Pt.2)
So B asks if I can scope out some hot tubs around San Jose where we can play, and she will treat. I locate an interesting venue on Saratoga Avenue, called the Grand Central Hot Tub. It is somewhat rundown, more like an aging big motel that got converted into a bath house facility. For around fifteen bucks, we got a room with a raised bed, complete with hot tub, sauna and shower. Simple and functional, without pretensions. The black woman at the front desk barely bats an eye at the image of two women renting a room. This place is used to it. Perhaps they feel pride, who knows.
Before we get there, B wants to pick up some sex toys, so we stop off at a local toy palace on our way. She picks up a new dildo, and comments that the glass pipes offered in the store too are a really good deal.
B is an avid pot smoker. It is one of the bonds we have discovered we have in common. We take a little puff in the car first.
Well, the hot hot tub. I get to play like my partner Dave does when he goes off to the Water Garden here in San Jose. An absolutely lovely place from all his descriptions. We don't get that here, but that's ok. It has a funky quality that fits right in with our nefarious activities.
We start right in playing with the strap-on and the dildo, and even though B is pretty clearly a soft butch-identified woman, she does not object when I use the dildo on her at one point. But she clearly enjoys using it more with me as the bottom, and I am clearly happy to oblige.
She slips it in briefly inside me, then takes it out, then re-inserts it. I love this with guys, and for some reason this is what I get here too. Hooray for our side.
Then I get this strange inclination. Maybe it's just the dildo is right there, in front of my face, and I naturally do what many a girl does with a cock in front of her face. Be it bio cock or otherwise. I took it in my mouth and started to suck it like there was no tomorrow.
This is somewhat hypocritical of me, having just recently ranted and raved to some woman on Craigslist about how ridiculous it was for women to suck other women's "cocks." What's that all about, I screamed. It's so phony and pretentious and blah blah blah.
You know, crow tastes good, right along with that silicone, or rubber or whatever the thing is made of. I was ready to eat crow. Or whatever else, and it turned out that B was a dyke who loved her dick getting sucked. Perfect. This relationship could go somewhere, I'm thinking.
Then B turns me on to a new sexual maneuver, she gets on top of me and ever so lightly slides her body over mine, rubs her clit directly over mine. The sensation is soft and indirect, but amazingly stimulating because of that, probably. This is so new I don't think I can come this way, it would take me a bit longer if I were really going to go for it. But right now, it just feels very luxurious as it is.
I'm lying there thinking about how great women are, how with guys the sensations come at you so much more directly. Whereas with other women there seems to be a lot more subtlety involved, things come at you more indirectly, and I appreciated the difference.
I finally get myself off riding the dildo on top of B. I would like to do this with Dave, but I tend to like very little movement. Sometimes almost none at all. For guys, it's hard to do a lot of this and still keep an erection. So it's a fine line with men, but with women and a toy, the Slow Boat to China approach works just fine.
We finally check out of the Motel From Sodom and Gomorrah, and head home. Both of us seem aglow. But we're not madly in love, we don't need a U-Haul, our respective worlds have not split open. It was just good decent fun.
I was looking forward to the next round.
TO BE CONTINUED
Before we get there, B wants to pick up some sex toys, so we stop off at a local toy palace on our way. She picks up a new dildo, and comments that the glass pipes offered in the store too are a really good deal.
B is an avid pot smoker. It is one of the bonds we have discovered we have in common. We take a little puff in the car first.
Well, the hot hot tub. I get to play like my partner Dave does when he goes off to the Water Garden here in San Jose. An absolutely lovely place from all his descriptions. We don't get that here, but that's ok. It has a funky quality that fits right in with our nefarious activities.
We start right in playing with the strap-on and the dildo, and even though B is pretty clearly a soft butch-identified woman, she does not object when I use the dildo on her at one point. But she clearly enjoys using it more with me as the bottom, and I am clearly happy to oblige.
She slips it in briefly inside me, then takes it out, then re-inserts it. I love this with guys, and for some reason this is what I get here too. Hooray for our side.
Then I get this strange inclination. Maybe it's just the dildo is right there, in front of my face, and I naturally do what many a girl does with a cock in front of her face. Be it bio cock or otherwise. I took it in my mouth and started to suck it like there was no tomorrow.
This is somewhat hypocritical of me, having just recently ranted and raved to some woman on Craigslist about how ridiculous it was for women to suck other women's "cocks." What's that all about, I screamed. It's so phony and pretentious and blah blah blah.
You know, crow tastes good, right along with that silicone, or rubber or whatever the thing is made of. I was ready to eat crow. Or whatever else, and it turned out that B was a dyke who loved her dick getting sucked. Perfect. This relationship could go somewhere, I'm thinking.
Then B turns me on to a new sexual maneuver, she gets on top of me and ever so lightly slides her body over mine, rubs her clit directly over mine. The sensation is soft and indirect, but amazingly stimulating because of that, probably. This is so new I don't think I can come this way, it would take me a bit longer if I were really going to go for it. But right now, it just feels very luxurious as it is.
I'm lying there thinking about how great women are, how with guys the sensations come at you so much more directly. Whereas with other women there seems to be a lot more subtlety involved, things come at you more indirectly, and I appreciated the difference.
I finally get myself off riding the dildo on top of B. I would like to do this with Dave, but I tend to like very little movement. Sometimes almost none at all. For guys, it's hard to do a lot of this and still keep an erection. So it's a fine line with men, but with women and a toy, the Slow Boat to China approach works just fine.
We finally check out of the Motel From Sodom and Gomorrah, and head home. Both of us seem aglow. But we're not madly in love, we don't need a U-Haul, our respective worlds have not split open. It was just good decent fun.
I was looking forward to the next round.
TO BE CONTINUED
