Pornalong - Initial Encounters

So last night was my first 'involved' meeting with the couple. Leaving work at six, the plan was for me to meet them at their flat at seven. Though the day got busy and he was working late, so when I did arrive at seven almost precisely, only she was home, getting out of the shower.

Now she and I have had much less contact than he and I, though my understanding is he shares my emails. So I think she was maybe slightly shy to have to interact with me all on her own. Luckily, one of the things I have learned how to be is engaging with strangers (at least one on one). So we ended up talking about all sorts of things and just being casually relaxed while waiting for him to get home.

He arrived probably around eight. We had just gotten some small dinner together- she had ordered some sushi before I arrived. And so we split it up and started eating- about and about halfway through he came home and joined us. And as with many people who have had a busy or tiring day, there was a period of unwinding. So perhaps another hour of just sitting around and talking.

Me, I was waiting to see what would happen. I think she was too for the most part. And perhaps so was he. Which creates a somewhat charged but also slow environment. Of course, I never make any moves really. Not with new people, but in general, not that much anyway. So the conversation flirted in and out of sexual topics but nothing happened for a time. And then he decided, or rather came to the conclusion, that nothing would happen unless he took charge and so he told me to come with him to the bedroom, so I did.

Positioning me kneeling on the low bed, he removed my shirts and bra and touched me, then had me lay on the bed and he touched me some more. She was getting changed into something she felt more comfortable in and I was content to be touched and see what would happen. Touching back, touching front, the occasional pinching and scratching- but generally it was just sensual and nice. And at some point my jeans were removed. And one sock.

The touching became slightly more aggressive. Not in an intimate fashion, but more in a testing of limits way. And he quickly learned that I'm a pretty strong girl. No wonder I like good bondage so much. I could without great difficulty throw him off me, or twist or bend out of the way if the sensation was too great. He did get out some belts to try and restrain me, which helped somewhat but weren't the most secure. There was some spanking and some belting and some strapping. Some of it got a bit stingy, but overall it wasn't that bad. Nothing like what Mr.Aloof dishes out or toy really.

And to my chagrin, that was what I was thinking about a good part of the time. How it was different, what the differences were, and what I preferred. Of course there were certain similarities that encouraged this mindset. He was using me as a test case to try and teach her how to touch someone, how to hit someone. And it reminded me of Mr.Aloof teaching toy. Though it didn't happen in the same way at all, I find it fascinating that I have twice been the guinea pig for a male dominant training their ostensibly submissive partner how to dominate someone else.

And then more and more clothing got removed until we were all pretty much naked on the bed, and I found that I reverted to passive submission again. Or as I sometimes consider it, observer mode. When I am unsure of situations or not entirely comfortable I find I revert to a position of no action. I have called this before my 'deer in headlights' syndrome. It's not that it's bad in my mind, it's just that I can be so overwhelmed with new information and new experiences, that I sort of shut down a bit. He and she enjoyed each others company for a while, and after a bit and with some guidance I slotted in, and that was all very pleasant and enjoyable for a time.

During which there was vaguely a discussion about levels of sex and interaction. I have never understood why the progression of sexual activity in respect to men is handjob, blowjob, sex. To me, sex is the easiest and least personal of these activities. Followed by handjob and finally by blowjob which I think is the most intimate and also intimidating act. So of course there was polite questioning about what I might do which really meant, would I suck dick and I didn't want to I guess for lack of better way of putting it. Which made me feel a bit guilty, but I wasn't getting head either, and I do sometimes think of it as a fair exchange activity. But I was getting lots of attention otherwise, even though I was giving some, I felt it probably wasn't equal and that sucks a bit.

Because I don't want to appear to be greedy or 'a taker'. But this is actually... hard for me. Of course the only way for me to work on it is to put myself in situations where I have to deal with things. And it doesn't come up very often. And I was maybe a bit shocked even at how much all the old feelings rushed back and it made me realize just how comfortable I am with Mr.Aloof (again the comparison) where I can easily explore things with him, and go further with him, than I am willing to just do with anyone. But I guess that makes sense really. Anyway, back on story.

So the result of all this is that we ended up having sex. Which was actually just.... really nice and good sex. It wasn't particularly hard or brutal sex which is what I've been getting most recently. And the difference was surprisingly pleasant. In the meantime while she was watching, she was less involved than I expected. Which wasn't a good thing or a bad thing, it just wasn't what I had thought would happen. Then we all trundled off to the bathroom as it turns out he's one of those people who I have never met in person, who feel an OCD need to take a shower after sex. Which although I find slightly odd, isn't really that bad, because I like things that are clean too.

So there was all sorts of showering going on and then they had promised to give me an orgasm torture which I had professed to be a) innocent of (which was true) and b) dubious of. Torture someone with orgasms? I really wasn't convinced. But they had a plan. So they got me positioned in the tub (though having witnessed my strength from before, declined from attaching me to the tub as they were afraid I might inadvertently break it!) but instead both of them held me in place got into position and went to work with the shower nozzle.

Thirty minutes and four orgasms later, they decided I'd probably had enough. What an interesting experience! It is quite torturous to be blasted on your sensitive parts just after climax, and to be coaxed back and back again. Add to that my personal quality of being someone that doesn't tend to lie still through such manipulations and it was just a very intense interaction.

They left me to wash up again, and when I came back to the bedroom they were having sex and I again mused to myself that I never expected in my life to just be hanging out while people had sex right next to me, while I could touch them. And it's fascinating to watch people. I mean really watch them. The way bodies bend and flex and muscles twist and clench. It's beautiful really.

So at ten past midnight I decided the best thing to do really would be to grab a cab back to my place seeing as how it wasn't too costly and it's nice to sleep in your own bed. So that's what I did. Intrigued that after such intense abuse my girly bits were practically throbbing the entire car ride. Getting myself into bed by 1am, I skipped the gym this morning and opted for an extra fifty minutes of sleep.

Today my thighs were sore in the nicest possible way and I have some bruising on my breasts which is an area that Mr.Aloof tends to ignore. So what next? The truth is I'm not sure how I feel about the whole thing. It was lots of fun, in the sense that, I find new things and learning about people always very fun. I think that if I see them more and we learn about each other more, then it only goes from strength to strength. Still, I recognize I don't feel a very strong connection. But then what- am I comparing this as well to Mr.Aloof? Because of course he and I have an established connection. And there is no one I will ever meet at first who will ever compare in that way. Still, there's the whole concept of effort and reward. The reward is the experience, but again, it's not leading to my long term goals. Still, the original point was distraction and experience. And I think I'm definitely having that.