Soundtrack: Beating Heart Baby by Head Automatica.
The Postman and I had been dating for a couple of months when Valentine’s Day came around. I was practically hopping on the spot with excitement once he’d told me that he had a surprise planned for us. It wasn’t my first Valentine’s Day with someone, but it was my first Valentine’s Day with someone that had planned a surprise for me. Those men are few and far between, it seems.
“Take a bag of clothes and stuff to work,” The Postman said. “I’ll pick you up when your shift finishes, then we can get going.”
“Yes, but where are we going?” I repeatedly asked.
He wouldn’t tell me. It wouldn’t have been much of a surprise if he had, I supposed.
Still, when the big day came around, I did as I was told and took a bag of stuff with me to work. Makeup, spare undies, face wipes, that kind of thing, you know? I didn’t complain, and I didn’t even ask where we were going… again. I had already asked one-hundred-and-fifty times, to be fair.
My shift seemed to last for weeks, maybe even months. I’d look at the clock, expecting an hour to have gone past, but the clock would only read fifteen minutes on from the last time I’d checked. Slowly was an understatement; it was slower than a snail’s pace. It’s always the way, right?
“Hurry up!” The Postman said, once I’d finally been released from my work-prison.
“Why? Have we gotta be somewhere?” I joked, but he still didn’t give the game away.
Valentine’s Day
Three more where-are-we-going?s and a forty-five minute drive later, the car pulled into a tiny, quaint countryside hotel with a bar and restaurant attached. Day had turned into night already, and it was dark outside, but I could still see the trailing ivy and old-fashioned wooden windows. The hotel was cute, sure… but it wasn’t exactly me. I kept trying to find a reason why he’d driven so far out of town to fuck me in a hotel room all night, but I kept a grateful smile on my face anyway.
We ate dinner in the restaurant first, along with a few drinks. (Obviously.) I watched as he played on the fruit machines for a little while, then he helped me answer questions on a pub quiz machine that I’d never seen before. It was a lot more fun than I thought it was going to be. I mean, we could’ve done that in any number of pubs closer to our homes, but whatever. I wasn’t paying for it, so I sure as hell wasn’t going to complain about it (aloud.)
Eventually, the bell behind the bar rang for last orders. The Postman and I downed the dregs of our drinks, then agreed to head back to our hotel room.
Finally.
I wasn’t getting impatient, or anything.
(I totally was.)
Valentine’s Night
It started with a kiss, like it’s meant to, I suppose. We made it to our hotel room before it happened, thankfully; otherwise, there’s a good chance that we’d have been half-naked in the hallway. That kiss turned from sweet to spicy in no time at all, and our clothes were practically ripped off after that. In less than two minutes after we’d shut the hotel room door, The Postman was inside me.
We were not messing around.
Well… we weren’t. He started to mess around. Looking back now, it was probably to stop himself from coming too soon. Back then, though, he just frustrated the shit out of me.
My head almost exploded when he pulled all the way out, leaving me open, empty, and waiting. A grunt escaped my lips; frustration and annoyance bubbling up and over. Before I had a chance to protest, he forced himself back in, all the way, so I could feel his balls smack against the cheeks of my ass. I felt so full, stuffed, with no room for anything else in my tight, shaven cunt.
“You feel so good,” he groaned, slowly pulling out and pushing back in… over and over and over and over again.
As he thrust into me, gripping my hip hard with his hand, I felt my orgasm start to build, a burning, fizzing, electric sensation, starting somewhere deep in my core, burning brighter with each thrust. It was excruciatingly exquisite. Nice and too much to bear, all at the same time.
“Is it good for you?” he breathed, shifting his hand from my hip to my stomach.
“So good,” I replied with a croak in my voice. I was struggling to form sentences, or even thoughts, distracted by his hand creeping lower.
His fingers paused right above the opening of my slit. “How good?”
“I don’t want you to stop,” I breathed. I was desperate for him to continue.
Goosebumps erupted across my skin as his thumb made contact with my clit for the first time. That, plus his thrusting made my back arch sharply. The hair on his chest tickled my skin. There were so many sensations going on at once. Too many. My brain couldn’t process them all and went into a state of something akin to shutting down, in all the best ways, of course.
The Postman just kept going, kept thrusting, kept thumbing my clit. That boy had some serious stamina, but he did walk around town all day long for work. Perhaps I should’ve expected that. I kept waiting for him to get tired, or move, or change something… but he didn’t. He just kept powering through, working magic with his hands and dick, kissing me every now and then just to top it all off.
My orgasm was almost inevitable at that point.
The literal flooding that happened when I did came, was not, though. We both felt it; a gushing that was also a squirting.
Did I just… squirt? For the first time ever?! Honestly, I thought it was a myth.
After I’d came, then he came, and we collapsed into each other’s arms for a few minutes, we discussed it. And checked for it. And laughed about it. There was a hell of a damp patch on the bedsheets.
“Did you squirt?” he asked.
“Did I squirt?” I repeated.
Then, we both burst into fits of giggles.
And that, friends, is the story of how I found out, I could squirt.
The next blog post in the dating timeline is this one: Birthday Party.
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