Last night Sex God joined Eithne & I at an Irish pub for St. Patrick’s Day. We thought we’d hit it for dinner before it got crowded, get as drunk as 3 people over 40 who all had to work the next day could and go home early.
And that’s almost what we did. We got there early…. but it was already crowded. We tried getting a table for food, but the wait was probably going to be 2 hours!
So being adults over 40 we did the smart thing. We’d already paid the cover and got stamped. We walked the 2 blocks to Paty’s (We were going to hit the Original Bob’s Big Boy cuz I wanted a burger, but Paty’s was there and I knew their food was also good, soo…)
The 3 of us were pleasantly “happy”. Not drunk, but enjoying the buzz of the few we’d had on empty stomachs. Especially since I’d sent Sex God to fetch me a Midori Kamikazi (which no one can apparently make anymore, dammit) and he came back with a huge sweet kamakazi.. which he ended up mostly drinking cuz I was expecting a shot and still had half my Bailey’s!
We enjoyed a lovely breakfast at 7:30 pm when we finally stopped joking, talking and laughing long enough to order! Sex God flirting with the waitress who was very cute and me teasing him that he sucks at “closing” which is why I’m such an idea girl friend cuz I rock it! I told him if he truly wanted her we could ask! lol
We walked back to Timmy Nolan’s and got another round of drinks. I tormented Eithne by trying to find guys for her. Even going up to a guy she swore was too young who I thought might be a little older with a baby face and asked him how old he was. She won, dammit… 24. I’ve been a Cougar too long if 24 is starting to look older to me!!
Sounds all fun and clean, right? So why is this in the Naughty Section? hee hee.. Cuz of what happened after we left and dropped Eithne off at her house.
Sex God and I got naked and, I swear… alcohol is like truth serum to him. Last two times he’s gotten wasted he yaks and yaks and reveals deep truths about himself and we talk and talk and before you know it hours have passed. I’m yawning and we’ve not fucked. And I’m sooo very horny since I’m ovulating AND its a full moon (ok.. close enough).
But when a man (especially your man) wants to open up his heart/soul/mind/thoughts/whatever, you listen.
I mumbled about his talking keeping his lovely cock soft. And he grins and says “Show it some attention…” and sure enough, minutes of my mouth and he’s groaning and hard. Yay!!
So we fuck and as usual, it’s wonderful. But then he does one of the things that earns him his nickname. He inserts him thumb in my ass in just the right way and suddenly that’s all I can think about. I want him there. And it’s wonderful. Orgasm after anal orgasm and I just need him deeper! We were spoon fucking and I decided to roll on top of him while he’s still in me.
Which totally worked! Except for the fact I didn’t realize we weren’t in the middle of the bed. So as I swung my body over his and went to place my foot on the bed… and there was no bed! Onward we rolled right off!
Actually we kinda just tilted and then slipped to the floor. Still connected and laughing our heads off. Thankfully I hadn’t damaged him in any way!
And like the true sex fiends we are, we pop back on the bed and go right back to what we were doing! He finished getting more orgasms out of my ass but was too drunk to cum himself. So we slipped into dreamland.
Oh, but when the alarm went off and I hit snooze.. muahahaha. Guess who had morning wood I took FULL advantage of! Able to send my Sex God off to work with a limp cock and a hangover!
Happy St. Patrick’s Day!
Um.. did I do it right? I’m not Irish.