Tag: BJ

**Background:**

I was 27 and home on leave from the military. 

The day I was flying back to my duty station in Japan, the flight was canceled right before boarding.

Some problem with the airplane…

Since it was a connection for an international flight, the airline gave everyone hotel vouchers and scheduled a new flight for the morning.

The hotel was nice.

After checking in and dropping my bag in the room, I went to the restaurant to grab some dinner.

I went to sit at the bar, and a few seats down there was a woman alone having a drink.

She was pretty.

Mid 30’s probably, long blonde hair, makeup, business clothes.

I could see her looking at me out of the corner of my eye when I sat down. She shifted around in her seat a little and moved her hair back.

Don’t want to sound like a douche, but I’m a decent looking guy. I’m tall, and was in good shape from the military.

I ordered a drink and headed to the restroom.

There was a mirror on the way and I could see her checking me out. Read more »

Our first time fucking consisted of four hours on-and-off pounding. She’d said she likes it rough (they always do) but after two minutes, she had to reassess (they also do). Very small, very curvy, nice brown eyes, and an extreme enthusiasm for sucking cock. Oh, and dimples. Truth be told, her dimples were my favorite part.

This particular followup visit was fun, too. She put her tongue ring in for the occasion and gave me a wet and eager blowjob, even donned some lacy lingerie with holes in the right places.

I like small girls – it’s impressive when they can take everything thrown at them and still want more. She was no exception.

I was on top, railing her to the point that she was falling off the bed. She scooted back and threw a hand up to my shoulder, then put one around my throat. I smiled and said, “Oh, you want to play?” She bit her lip and squeezed a bit, so I returned the favor. I had a tighter grip, and I was in the better position to move her hand away after her eyes slightly unfocused, remove my hand, and Nosferatu her neck, leaving a splotch of red and purple. War paint, love marks, battle scars – call it what you will. Read more »

One of my closest friends was going to get married and wanted to get a bridal makeover. A bridal makeover here includes a comprehensive hair, face and skin routine that takes a few hours to complete. She wanted someone to accompany her for each day of her plans like shopping, bridal makeover, destination arrangements etc. So my friends and I split it amongst ourselves and I was to accompany her to the salon.

The salon was an outlet tucked in the heart of old Delhi, a place famous for bridal shopping as well. We had got a prior appointment there for my friend, so they knew we were coming for the bridal makeover. We reached the place, we were welcomed with two glasses of mango juice post which my friend was whisked inside for the whole process.

The receptionist told me that it’d take a few hours, and asked me to get something done instead of just waiting with her. I was in no mood, really, so I just thought I’ll get a nice head massage and chill with my friend after that. After about 5 mins of waiting, a guy whisked me away to a dim lit room, sat me down on a chair, asked me my choice of oil, closed the door, played some light music and let the head massage begin. Read more »