Rugby on the ceiling - Sally.
in any field of endevour there is the vast grey ordinariness of the majority, sandwiched between thinner layers of mediocrity and excellence.
well, when it comes to gfe and bbbj sally is up there in the top 1% of the excellence cohort.
i found sally, who is prc, at f1 where she was dancing spectacularly with occassional breaks to sit and chat quietly with her prc friend.
although slightly more mature, and rather thinner, than i usually go for she had a charming smile and an imediately bubbly and friendly nature. the miniskirt and fishnets helped as well.
now, i know as much about the chinese fashion clothing industry as i do about old iclandic hieraglyphics. however, we (she), discussed the subject at length while i passed a happy 45 minutes sucking on a cleansing ale and trying to look up her skirt.
having decided that the time had come i drained my formerly foaming vessel and said that it was time to go. without so much as the batting of an eye my new found friend observed "you will be very lonely if you go alone. are you sure you want to go alone?"
so, the fires of passion having been so subtly inflamed we rapidly got to matters economic and she agreed bd50 for lt. she had not stopped smiling sweetly throughout our encounter, and she clearly knew i had been looking up her skirt. she crossed and uncrossed her legs with great generosity.
away we went to her appartment in juffair where she currently lives alone, although a new flatmate is expected next week. as i drove she chatted away merrliy about many things, but always with an eye to the potential for sexual inuendo. some women have an almost magical abilty to manifest sexuality and they could create a horny atmosphere in a fridge. sally is amongst those women and as i drove the tension mounted. then she really hit the bullseye with "you were looking at my legs, do you want to see some more?" with which she slid her skirt up to her waist and, wriggled about a bit then leaned over and began to very gently stroke my cock through the fabric of my trousers. she never stopped giggling and smiling her beautiful aluring smile. oh dear oh dear! oh how very special.
having narrowly avoided a near orgasm experience and a serious traffic accident near the grand mosque i managed to get us home to her place safely. she lives in a nice clean appartment with a couple of bottles of wine in the display cabinet and a well stocked fridge - this just kept getting better and better. all i needed now was the 6 nations rugby projected onto the ceiling and i would have been in heaven.
sally was a class hostess and offered me a drink as she scampered about providing me with an ashtry and proffering a pre-lit cigarette. then she really changed the tone of the evening by enquiring whether i like to eat shrimps with noodles.
i spent a few seconds wondering for which oriental perversion this might be a euphamism, but before i could draw a conclusion sally appeared from the kitchen with a large bowl of small prawns and a packet of noodles.
astonglishingly she then offered her verson of the game plan;
"first i suck you and you cum, then you rest and i cook shrimps, then we eat and after i wash you and we fuck and you cum again, ok no plobrem ok?"
on the basis that it is ill advised to mend it when it aint broke i smiled my aquiescence and submitted to her will. and the rest is history.
oh my goodness what an extrordinary night.
without exception the finest classical bbbj i have ever had - truely staggering in its excellence. it is always a pleasure to watch a true professional at work but this was outstanding. superb cim and swallow with all the nice little extra touches and all this with me on the lounge settee and her kneeling on a floor cushion.
the strange thing was that she managed to maintain her wonderfull smile and occassional sweet little giggles throughout.
breathless and rapidly falling in love i was taken by the hand and gently pushed and pulled into her bedroom where she tucked me up in bed and gave me a sweet little kiss on my forehead. then she was gone.........and so was i, gone to a place of semi sleep and satisfied relaxation.
it can only have been a few minutes before i woke to the sound of sizzling and the smell of chinese cooking. i actually found myself glancing up at the ceiling in the full expectation of seeing the england / france rugby game projected there; i was in paradise now and anything was possible.
the food was delicious, prawns in a garlicky and ginger sauce with noodles and egg fried rice. we chatted as we ate with the emphasis being on her sexual adventures and preferences. she was keen to hear my opinion on the relative merits of fishnets as against sheer holdups and i eagerly shared my views with her.
for dessert, kneeling beside my dining chair, she chose to introduce me to the different hj and bj techniques she had developed during her career and was keen to receive my feedback. she very, very nearly received more than mere feedback and it took a steely effort of will not to drain what remained in the sump.
then off back to bed and oh! what a good time we had.
in a spirit of fairness i decided that the proceedings had thus far been a trifle one sided and so settled into a session of daty, nipple naughties, massage and prodding around trying to find the mythical g-spot. well, she took to this like a duck to water and writhed about in a most impressive display of ....well.....er writhing about a lot. she is a bit of a squirter and signals the point of orgasm by breaking into peels of enthusiastic laughter. you can't beat audience participation. oh what a little sweetheart she is.
by now it was high time for another round of rogering and off we went through the entire range of options. mish, cow, r/cow, doggy, you name and we dabbled at it concluding in a tight and furious varient of mish with her legs round the back of my head and me hanging on for dear life.
truely spectacular.
after a spot of cpr and oxygen to get the old cardiovasculars ticking again i re-entered my body and was led by the dick to her bathroom where i was given the full works of a hot bath, washing and stroking, a brisk shower and hair washing followed by toe nail cutting and a gentle massage.
i slept the sleep of the just that night with a small soft, smooth silky creature purring happily and still giggling in my arms.
i woke gently and thoroughly happy to find that that little miss smiler was in the kitchen brewing coffee and making toast with honey, which we ate together in contented silence. although we had agreed bd50 i happily left 100 on the coffee table before going home to change for work at 0800.
and the little darling never stopped smiling, laughing and having fun throughout.
if that isn't a gfe i'm fucked if i know what is.
shame about the rugby on the ceiling though. still, there's always room for improvement.
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