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Tina and the art of the "quickie."
For the second week in a row, I'm making a post in my ongoing saga that is almost entirely sex oriented...a little unusual for me. This is probably because I've been posting more non-sex things in my private sub lately, so I don't have as much to say. So on that note, I hope no one minds a quick plug for that. I have been writing smaller posts between these updates ? Tina related but generally not directly sexual in nature, over on /r/WantNot. If you want in, go ahead and [message me and the other mod over there](http://www.reddit.com/message/compose?to=%2Fr%2FWantNot), the estimable Mr. Release_the_KRAKEN, and one of us will invite you. Apologies in advance if there are any typos or bizarre grammar irregularities here. I didn't have much of a time window to write this, so it is very much dashed off. If I get around to it I may proofread it in the next day or two. ___ So I haven?t seen a lot of Tina this week. I?ve had to put out a couple of fires at work and then just needed a little time on my own here and there. We did have some interesting times on the weekend, and I would have written about those if I had had some time earlier in the week. Tina, me, my sisters and older sister's family got together with my mom for a belated mother's day. Tina made an impression. I'll try to get to that, and to the bizarre union that is continuing to form between Tina and Marisa, when and if I have time. But I actually had an idea of a whole other thing to write about today (thanks to the person who suggested it last night -- only one person suggested a topic this week, so you know who you are) but that all changed after lunch with Tina today. So, other than a very quick sandwich for lunch I guess on Wednesday and a workout (which is really just us at the gym at the same time?not much interaction) and very brief dinner on Monday or Tuesday, I have not really clapped eyes on Tina all week. Tina and Marisa have seen more of each other this week than Tina and I have. It is a frightening thought, I must admit, to watch Tina and my sister form their unholy bond. I don't really quite see what I can do to prevent it though. I'm not sure Tina quite understands what she's getting into with Marisa, who will use their relationship to torment me, for sure. Anyway, that aside, obviously Tina and I talk a lot even when we?re not together, so it isn?t like we?ve been out of touch. When I work late she calls my office phone probably once every couple of hours. I wish I could say I didn?t think this was a jealousy thing (though I do forward my work phone to my mobile when I?m not there, and she knows that, so I don?t know I suppose it would be *possible* I could be answering from between the legs of some other girl, but it might be hard to explain to the girl). One of my favorite PMers reminded me recently that I have a history of cheating on girlfriends (funny how I can conveniently slip that under the rug of denial when I feel the need to), and as Tina knows this, and even knows that I almost cheated on GF with *her.* So it isn?t like Tina doesn?t have cause for her jealousy. Given all that I guess I shouldn?t complain. As the week went on Tina got more and more impatient for my attention. Lots of texts, photos of dinners I was missing, lots of photos of herself making faces (no), one skyped conversation where she insisted I watch her eat a banana, talked it up like it was going to be all sexy, and then managed to unceremoniously jam almost the whole thing in her mouth in one go, chew it a bit and open her mouth to show it to me. Somewhat disturbingly, she sent me [this video](http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-51ULZ78L9c) (which is my fault because some weeks ago in a sappy moment I had sent her [this song]( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WTA9Lo41waY) ? just an audio file, not this video, which I haven?t watched? Turned out Tina knew the song from karaoke, but it had the result of her now being all into Leonard Cohen). A lot of ?is it hard? texts, which isn?t unusual. Several ?I miss it? texts, which are new. She called me at 5 am this morning. This isn?t actually as unusual as you might think either. We both usually wake up pretty early on weekdays, and if we aren?t waking up next to each other she likes to start her day talking to me by phone. I wasn?t awake yet, but I answered. She said ?Get up, let?s go to the gym by work.? ?T, I went to bed at like 2 am, you know that. Not getting up now.? ?Please? I can?t sleep! I?m?worried.? ?What?s up, Tina?? ?Are you?bored of me?? ?No. You know I?ve just been busy this week.? ?But?do I...do I do everything right?? Strange way to talk. ?Tina,? I say her name a lot when I?m trying to get the conversation over with quickly for some reason, ?I?m really not sure what you mean, but I am happy with you. You know I am. I?m not bored.? ?I miss you, WantNot.? ?I miss you too, T. Can you still have lunch today?? She said, ?I?m dying to. And dinner, please, dinner? I?ll make reservations someplace?? ?Go ahead T. I?m yours this weekend.? ?You?re mine *forever,* WantNot.? I went back to sleep for an hour or two. I texted her ?where to? at about 11 or so today, and she responded, almost immediately, with a photo of a hotel key. Then the word ?Lobby.? Oh, well, that will be interesting. I told her I?d be there at 12:30. She texted back, ?I?m going to swallow your sperm.? Classy, T. Tina only very rarely texts anything explicit like that other than her constant references to ?it,? so that was unusual. If she does text me something sex related other than those ?is it hard? type texts, she usually asks me to delete them later. She would not be comfortable with nude photos or sexting or really most other things that make a record of her more salacious side. This makes me feel like an asshole for writing these, but I have to say that I am a much more interesting person to her because of the fact that I do. That is because I actually think about this blog way too often when she and I are together, and want to actually steer us into directions that will provide interesting subject matter, want to be a guy who will evoke a good response from her. Like, these posts make me more adventurous somehow I guess. That sounds sort of sick, I realize. Also, the reality is that I think the vast majority of stuff I write about end up being things she initiates. Like this hotel key. She looked great in the lobby. She wore a sort of professional looking black dress. Her neck was bare, her hair up, as it usually is when she works, and she wore a pair of black rimmed eyeglasses. The dress was tailored to her body, sexy but appropriate for the office. High heeled leather shoes that were like a dark burgundy in color. A black handbag that probably cost as much as Marisa?s car. Her arms were bare except for a few bright silver bangles on her left wrist. Her makeup was minimalistic. This is roughly my platonic ideal of how Tina looks on a work day. All legs and arms and neck with her skin accentuated by dark colors. It was a bit formal for a Friday, and a bit sexy (I imagine she wore a sweater or jacket or something over it in the office) but I wasn?t complaining. I mean, when I see her across a room like that, it is really something like love I feel. I care a lot about how a woman looks and how she presents herself, and as I?ve told you, Tina unadorned isn?t necessarily objectively amazing, but she uses every ounce of what she has to its maximum, and I feel fucking *lucky* when I see her waiting for me, almost every time. When I told my secretary (who I?ll call Sally) I was going for a long lunch with Tina, she gave me a couple of flowers from the vase on her desk and tied them together with a ribbon. My secretary is the fucking best. She?s this nice old lady who I think might take a bullet for me. She?s loved me since before I was ever on her desk for some reason. Well I do know why but I?d have to reveal my profession to explain and I don?t really want to do that now. Aside from being really fucking good at the substantive part of her job, she also remembers birthdays, reminds me to call my mother, orders me lunch if I get stuck in the office of one of my bosses. She?s not as awesome with the two younger females she works for, but I?ll let them complain about that. But her one quirk has to do with Tina. Sally is amazing at screening my calls. She knows exactly who I?m in or not in for and when, to the point where she?s fucking psychic about it. Like, she?s an extension of me when it comes to who I want to talk to at any given time. By lucky chance, my office looks out directly onto Sally?s bay, which helps her know my mood and level of intensity. If I am mad crazy door-shut busy, she of course doesn?t let personal calls through at all unless I?ve specifically told her I?m expecting someone?s call (and she has great discretion with the professional calls then). That said, she seems to know when I could sort of *benefit* from talking to a friend or sister who might be calling, so after a quick chat between her and Marisa, say, she?ll maybe say, ?oh you know, here he is!? and put her through. This drove GF fucking insane, because she knew I was there and that Sally?s little small-talk gossipy chats were about sort of figuring out, with her semi paranormal skill, how much attention GF wanted from me. But not with Tina. Tina goes through, every time, no matter what. They do the same little chats, but Tina has 100% access. She?s the only personal call I can?t even *make* Sally intercept. I still let it go to voicemail sometimes, but then I have to explain it, because Sally always tells Tina ?oh no, he?s right here?I?m sure he can talk.? In a way I wonder if this is Sally?s way of telling me I should commit to this one. But actually, though both parties deny it, I think somehow Tina did something to get this result. Bribed Sally somehow. Probably didn?t threaten her but you never know. The point is, Sally fucking *loves* Tina by now, even though I believe they?ve only met once (and that far from Tina?s finest hour, I must say) and so the flower thing was totally unsurprising. So, when I saw Tina standing there in her black dress I got to present her with a couple of white roses from Sally?s garden. This brought out a smile, of course, and got me a kiss on the cheek with the little 50?s leg-kick thing Tina does. She said, ?let?s eat first.? I told her I didn?t have tons of time, but she insisted. ?You?re hungry and you have to eat.? So she handed me the handle of a rolling bag I hadn?t noticed, just a briefcase sized thing, and off we went. We had a few bites in a lobby café type place. There were a couple of business traveler types in the elevator with us. Tired looking men in pinstripes. Roller bags. We all had that straight ahead elevator stare. Tina backed up to me so she could fondle my crotch without them seeing it. They probably did anyway. Both of those guys got out before we did. Tina had enough time to unzip me and get her hand on my cock before the doors opened. She said ?its getting hard!? with an excited tone. I went to re-zip but she said ?don?t!? So I didn?t. It wasn?t like I was hanging out of there or anything, but it was an anxious moment or two before we got to the room?which can be a softening experience and proved to be this time. So when we got into the room and Tina got her hands back on me, she was disappointed to say the least. ?It is soft! Why is it soft?? Anyway, she got down and pulled my shoes and socks off of my feet, unbuttoned my shirt for me, swatted my hands away when I went to unbuckle my own belt, and did that for me too. She pulled me out of my pants. When I started to say something, she hushed me. ?I know you have a meeting, WantNot. You already told me. You?ll be on time.? I unzipped her dress. How she got into it in the first place I?m really not sure. Women have mysterious tricks. If a female reader can clue me in on that one that would be great, I?m genuinely curious. It never occurred to me before today that she sometimes puts on these silly dresses when there?s no one around to zip her into it. Tina said to me, ?We don?t have much time, so, this is just a quick blowjob.? Businesslike. It made me laugh. ?We?ve got the hotel for the night if we want it. We can use this room later.? To be honest, while it is a pretty nice room we?ve got, I have kind of grown to prefer Tina?s place to nice hotel rooms. It is for entirely selfish reasons though, I have to admit. At her place her kitchen is near at hand, all the little toiletries she?s bought for me are around, she has every tool to treat me like a king. I really do hate to say it but I?ve grown used to that. Spoiled. Tina likes hotel rooms because they?re transient, anonymous. In my experience so far she is even more sexually charged in hotels than she usually is, and she usually is pretty ready to fuck. Also, where either Tina or I live is a nicer place to wake up in than the area where we work, so there?s that as well. But Tina made dinner reservations in this area (for four ? one of her friends has a new boyfriend), and at least this way we can drink as much wine as we want without worrying about driving anywhere. Anyway Tina is at the hotel now, so I?ll be back there one way or the other I guess. Sorry. I got sidetracked. I do that. ?Tina?? She hushed me again. ?You can please me all you want later. You?d fucking *better.* But this is *your* lunch. Now sit down.? She motioned at the bed. I did sit. Tina stood in front of me, her feet on either side of one of mine, a knee between mine. Her breasts were near my eye level. The shades were open and the room was brightly lit. In that light Tina?s breasts looked even in tone, pale. Their curves looked smooth, perfect in their geometry. Her little nipples were erect. She pushed them toward my face but pulled them away just as fast and then kissed me. Her mouth tasted like the mint she ate after lunch. Sweet. She was holding my face between her hands and we were making out like high school kids. She dropped her hands down to my crotch, held my cock between them now. She kissed me on the neck. She was assuming total control over the situation. Every time I tried to put a hand on her she pushed it away. Every time I tried to say something she shushed me. She moved her head down and took a nipple in her mouth. I like when a girl gives attention to my nipples. Tina sucked on each of them a little, nibbled. She was fondling my balls and cock in her soft hands. Then she was on her knees. She looked up at me. She was still wearing her glasses, which was sort of erotic in a way, like I was about to fuck some hot librarian. She made direct eye contact. ?Do you want me to suck it?? ?Yes.? ?Say it.? ?I want you to suck it.? ?Say you want me to suck your cock.? ?I do, Tina.? ?Fucking *say it then!*? I was a little bewildered by how aggressive her tone suddenly got. ?I want you to suck my cock.? ?Again!? The organ in question was in her hand. It was a rock. ?I fucking want you to suck my cock! Fuck! Just suck it!? She smiled and put the head in her mouth. She didn?t break eye contact. I felt like she was watching to see if I would look away. She sucked on the head while fondling my balls in her hands. I didn?t look away. She was bobbing up and down just on the cockhead, swirling her tongue around it a little. She pulled her mouth off of me, still staring at me almost eerily, and allowed a dribble of saliva to descend to the cockhead?the saliva made a bridge to connect her mouth to my dick. It was a deliberate move, one I?ve never seen her do before. It was erotic though, looked pornographic. Tina sucked the spit back into her mouth, smiled in a half cocked way, and kind of stuck the point of her tongue out against the side of her upper lip. She said, ?Gentle, okay? Let?s not ruin my makeup completely?I might have to go back to the office? and then she pushed the cock into her mouth again and moved down on it. She was kneeling in front of me, on the floor, and I suppose that might look like an inferior position (after all she did have my fucking penis in her mouth) but she was in absolute control of me at that moment. She reached up and ticked at one of my nipples, cupped my balls in the other hand. She was still looking me straight in the face most of the time. She pulled her head off of me again, and again did the little trick with the saliva. This time it was a much bigger, thicker string, and she didn?t have to dribble it down, she was able to make it stay from the beginning. I think my generation and younger are the first to know most of what they know about sex from pornography. The only explanation I can give you for where Tina came up with this spit thing is that she watched some porn where a girl did that to a guy. It isn?t that uncommon a move in porn films. Probably it is even more common in pornographic still photos. I?m convinced Tina learned that trick this week and thought I would like it. And I don?t think she sits around with her girlfriends and they?re all ?you know what guys like when you?re giving them head?? Though maybe I?d be surprised. I just think they?d be too busy pillowfighting, trying on lingerie, and making out to have time for that. Okay that was cheap. And really, it isn?t like she learned it from a *guy.* I mean, I know there?s precedent for her cheating on me and everything, but I don?t think she is at the moment. And even if she was, I don?t know how many guys would be like ?Hey Tina, you know what I like? It is when you make a little string with your spit to connect your mouth and my cock!? I don?t think this thing is high on most guys? lists of things they really want a girl to do. However, it fucking *looked* hot as hell, and that turned me the fuck on. Again, I?m a product of this porn generation too, and the visuals of sex are probably way more important to me than they are to people our parents? age. Or maybe I?m placing too much power on internet porn. I know I watch my share. I have an active sex life though, obviously, so I probably watch less than others. I kind of like the idea that Tina is sitting around watching porn. I don?t really think most girls do a lot of that. Probably she rented something on pay per view. I just have a hard time believing Tina has a favorite tube site or whatever. She started jerking me with her hands, and I was getting close. She could tell that, and she started talking dirty?which is way more her thing than mine. ?You like that? You like fucking this mouth of mine? You want me to suck your cock?? As dirty talk goes hers is generally on the tame side, like what I just quoted. But then she said, ?I?m your *whore.*? Well, whoah. That?s not so tame, for her. ?I?m your filthy whore!? Now see?I *like* Tina. There might have been a time when that talk would turn me on from her, and there are other girls who have talked like that and it worked for me. But?I don?t see Tina as a whore (okay I didn?t see those other girls as whores either, but I wasn?t as emotionally invested). I mean, I don?t mind being a bit dirty with each other, trying shit?but I don?t like thinking of Tina like that, so to be honest it wasn?t working for me. So I shushed her now, and she went back to the blowjob. She continued jerking me with her hand while her mouth migrated down to my balls and licked my perineum a lot. She was like, directly under me now, with me only barely sitting on the edge of the bed. She was looking up to me from underneath and going at it, all the while jerking my cock, which was slippery from her saliva. She started lightly rimming me. Again, how a girl can do this when I?m not directly from the shower is beyond me, though I?m sure it was pretty clean. I?m not always into rimming, but this felt great. She wasn?t going to town, inserting her tongue or anything, just licking, tickling, stimulating. She was making little moaning sounds, like a prostitute or porn star might. Real girls don?t moan with pleasure while giving head. I mean, giving head isn?t that pleasurable an experience I?d imagine?the moaning is obviously there just to turn the guy on. I mean, I know I like to go down on Tina and other girls, because I like the way they get off on it, but I don?t like derive moan-worthy pleasure from it. So the moaning is abnormal, for sure. Most normal girls aren?t going for the rim really either though, so Tina is way past normal. This is not news. I said, ?Tina, let?s fuck.? She looked confused for a second. This was contrary to her plan. But honestly I was so completely turned on by her today that I had to get inside her. Really I?d been thinking about it since I saw her across the lobby. I stood up, and pulled her to stand up too. My hard cock pressed against her abdomen for a second. I took her glasses off of her face and put them on the side table, then I picked her up and put her down on the bed and put my hand between her legs. She was close to ready. I fingered her for a moment and watched her face dissolve to ecstasy. She said, ?Oh WantNot, I?m so fucking *yours*? as I inserted myself into her cunt. I was standing at the edge of the bed, and picking her up a bit at the hips to push into her. She was making one of those faces that only happens during sex. A mask fixed between giddy happiness and the bliss of unconsciousness. She looked up at me while I pumped into her a bit. I wasn?t going to last long, this was clear. Tina said, ?I fucking *love* you, WantNot!? It is the first time she?s said that when she knew I could hear it. Totally in character for Tina to choose a moment like that, though I really don?t think she *chose* that moment exactly. She was pretty swept up in emotion and physical pleasure. She wasn?t that close to an orgasm, but she wasn?t really quite in control of everything either. She was overcome with the moment, eyes rolling back a bit. I guess it felt pretty good. I made the goofy grunts a guy in this situation makes. She hooked her legs around me and pulled me toward her. I came into her. Tina giggled almost maniacally as I lost it. She disengaged us and slipped down between my legs on the floor again and popped my dick back into her mouth. The post-coital sensitivity was so intense that I almost fell over when she did that. She sucked more semen out. I could hardly stand it. I made her stop. Tina fucking said, ?I just wanted to swallow some.? Like, fucking *why did you fucking want to swallow some Tina?* Makes no sense. So I said what I was thinking. She responded, ?because I want you to remember that I swallowed some.? After she shuffled off to the bathroom to clean herself up a little, she came back with a warm cloth and wiped me off. We lay next to each other on the bed. Her fingers trailed across my chest. I had forgotten the world. Tina hadn?t. ?Fuck WantNot, get up! You gotta go!? She wasn?t wrong. I had to hurry. Tina helped me into my clothes without putting her own on. She kissed me at the door and I got enough of a taste of myself to know she wasn?t swallowing me for the pleasure of taste alone. I made it to my meeting, which was just on the phone so I could probably have taken it in the room, but it was probably better that she got me back to work. During the meeting she emailed me to say, ?let?s do that again before dinner!? more