all right, don't worry, i didn't forget to fill you guys in. ;)
peter picked me up after work friday night. he was taking me to an art opeining of a friend he knew. he showed up in his own car, and i was not prepared for that! i know having your own car isn't that big a deal, but in new york city, i'm not used to getting driven around by my dates. it's like my own personal taxi. :)
his car was small but nice (i don't know much about cars!) and he drove us to this place in the meat-packing district. it was pretty empty and easy to park down there. when we got to the place there was a small line to get in, but it moved pretty fast. it looked just like an old warehouse from the outside, but when we got in, there were lots of well-dressed people, live piano music, and lots of wine, champagne and cheese.
for a minute i felt like i might be underdressed and then i felt myself start to blush. then i kicked myself for being such a schoolgirl! god damn, what was it about this guy? he's only like 23, but he makes me feel like i'm in high school! i hate that! but then again i love it too. :)
anyway i soon felt better because i noticed that peter was hardly dressed up. he was wearing black jeans and a turtleneck sweater, but it looked so fucking good on him it was easy to forget he wasn't dressed to the nines. :)
they had work there by several different artists, and they were arranged in different "rooms" separated by those portable wall thingies. we walked around looking at the different paintings, and he kept putting his hand on my neck and rubbing. his hand felt soooooo warm, i kind of melted inside. i hated myself for being so giddy around him, but i just couldn't help it. damn, i was with the hottest guy there. but i couldn't think about it too much because then i would get nervous.
i'm not an expert on art or anything, but some of it was really nice. there was this one girl who did paintings on glass. there were several rooms devoted to her stuff. some of the rooms were dark, because she did this kind of fluourescent painting and some of the paintings had neon lights integrated into them.
we had wondered through several of these darkened rooms, and then we were in one by ourselves. he bent down to kiss me and i swear to god i thought my heart was going to beat out of my chest. i hoped he couldn't tell how much it was racing because i would be embarrassed.
then, after a long deep kiss, he started to pull away. this is the point where i could take a little bit of control. :)
i grabbed his head and pulled it back down into mine, our tongues swirling around in each other's mouths. he moaned slightly and i knew he was getting into it. i moved my body up close against his and pressed against him as close as i could. he grabbed my ass and continued to kiss me. at this point my heart was racing out of control. i was wearing a short black skirt made of thin stretchy material. i'm in there making out with him like crazy and i feel his hands go under my skirt, but from below. he's lifting my skirt a little, and i feel his hands on my ass, squeezing, rubbing, pulling me against him as our tongues continued their frenzied explorations.
my "lucky panties" i had worn are thongs, so his hands were on my bare ass cheeks, which were still cold from the wait in line outside. his hands on my bare naked ass felt so good i could have fucked him right then and there. i'm sure i would have too, had he not pulled away from me at last. i didn't want to let him go, but it was a good thing i did, because shortly afterwords this elderly couple had come into the room we were in to look at the art. i started giggling and he told me to "shh!" fuck, i was doing that "schoolgirl" thing again. he was going to think i was immature.
then after we left he took me to tavern on the green! i was really starting to feel underdressed then. :) but we had a great dinner, with more champage. i felt bad because he spent so much money on dinner. i knew he was fairly succesful as a model but i doubted he made that much money at it. i hoped he wasn't doing it just to impress me, although he didn't seem the type to try to make false impressions.
after dinner i'm a little bit tipsy and feeling like i'm in love because this guy is not only so nice but so fucking hot! after dinner we went for a quick walk in the park, but it wsa very cold so he got his car from the valet parking and drove me home.
when we pulled up in front of my building i looked up to our window and saw the light on, so i knew katie must have been there. the first thing i said was "my roommate's home," and i instantly regretted it because i think it made him more hesitant to come up. we made out for a while in his car, and then i invited him up but he said he'd better get home. it was after 11 by now. so i made out with him some more, hoping to change his mind.
"are you sure you won't come up?" i said. he smiled and said he'd like to, maybe next time.
"okay," i said. but i told him i had a great time and i wanted to give him a good-night present. before he could object and before i could change my mind, i leaned over and unzipped his pants. the street i live on is kind of a small, cut-through street, so there isn't too much through-traffic. also it was very dark, and we were both wearing black, so i just said "fuck it" and took him in my mouth right then and there.
god, he even tasted good. usually i do this to be nice to guys, but this was really turning me on. and he wasn't objecting or trying to tug me away, like chris did. this was a refreshing change of pace. i could tell he was really enjoying it by his sighs and little moans, and the encouraging motions of his hands on my head, neck and hair.
i sort of lose track of times in these situations so i'm not sure how long i was at it. i know i got so into it that i kind of forgot my surroundings, so i just hope no one walked by. then i was bobbing my head up and down, faster and faster, because i could tell he was getting close. i knew he was about to come, but i just kept him in my mouth, not letting him go, communicating to him that it was okay for him to let go. finally he did. he moaned a little, arched his back, and raised his butt off the seat, as he filled my mouth with several short, rapid bursts. i didn't let go of him until i was sure i had swallowed it all, and he was clean. finally, i removed him from my mouth, sat up, and smiled at him, brushing my hair out of my eyes.
"wow," he said. "that was really, really nice. when do i get to return the favor?"
i was glad he asked. "next time." i said. i blew him a kiss. i don't know yet if he's the kind of guy that doesn't like to be kissed after that. i told him good night, and got out of his car and went up to my room.
i'd say all in all it went pretty well. i'm already looking forward to our next date, when he can 'return the favor.' i couldn't stop thinking about it in my bed. i masturbated, thinking of him, until i was finally able to fall asleep.