Part 2So we pick ourselves off the floor, I pour a couple of glasses of wine and we retire to the bathroom.
The 20 tealight candles are nicely flickering away and I show Lindsey the first of the two possible bath bombs I have bought for use in our next session. I think it is very apt for Lindsey and let her read the label: “Sex Bomb Bath Ballistic”. Lindsey’s loving it and wants a photo of it, which she carefully takes to ensure she captures it just right!
External Link/Members Only I let Lindsey take control of running the bath to her optimum temperature and depth for what she has promised me next – an underwater dtbj!
She runs the bath very deep almost to the top. I tell her ladies first and joke that I’ll take the tap end (it’s only a small metal block) but no, Lindsey gets in the tap end, cradling the Sex Bomb, allowing me to take the comfortable end. She has obviously got plans for me. She lowers the bomb in the water and I admire the child-like wonder on her gorgeous innocent face as the Sex Bomb effervesces away and Lindsey continues to hold it, until it reduces itself to petals.
Now I could use a terrible analogy and say that in the same way that the Sex Bath Bomb changes its characteristics, so does the other Sex Bomb (Lindsey), into the perfect GFE. But, I don’t need to. I had already seen startling evidence from our last meeting, of just how good a GFE, Lindsey can also be. We share a relaxing 20 minutes chatting. We both open up. I won’t go into details out of total respect for Lindsey, but I know from our conversation that we have a high level of mutual trust between us which is highly satisfying and comforting to me after what we played out in Part 1. She knows who I am on here and provides me with a delicious moment which I will share. I ask her “so, do you know my UKP name then” and she says “of course, you’re Mr Br1ghts1de". I’ve no idea whether it was a natural, deliberate or exaggerated moment on her part but “Br1ghts1de” comes out like pure liquid honey from her lips, I kid you not. I am fucking mental jelly now. I am putty in her hands.
We chat a bit more and she slides up to kiss me, running her torso and breasts over my slightly stiffening cock. She’s preparing my next treat and I can’t wait - an underwater dtbj
. She slides herself over me some more and then takes me into her mouth and begins to suck me. Now, I really cannot describe all that she does in the next 10 minutes, but the mix of her different oral techniques, her use of the water in this, her wet hair dancing on my torso has me in complete raptures. I count that I have had 3 waves of almost cumming, but haven’t. Usually after 3 waves with any girl, I think it’s not going to happen and quit, but this is simply too awesome and I can’t give up on this. I just allow Lindsey to continue. She does, for another 10 minutes
and I’ve counted 4, 5, 6 during this time and I’m getting most frustrated now. I so need to release and just cannot accept that this, the most amazing single sexual experience of my life, is not going to end up with the most magnificent reward. I think Lindsey then starts to slightly blow and gurgle me with some water, she then teases my head with her tongue and mouth and finally, really deep throats me with just the right amount of pressure and I know this really, really, finally is it. I ride out the next minute in total ecstacy before popping madly in Lindsey’s mouth.
I’m just completely lost for words and shake my head at her, babbling that THAT was incredible, you don’t know how many times you almost had me there, I can’t believe that etc etc. and she says “nothing quite like an edging dtbj is there ?“. I look at her and say “NO (there isn't)……surely you didn’t know how often I was on the edge there though ? ” and she just nods and smiles the most wicked, gorgeous smile. I will have memories and images of her doing THAT for the rest of my life.
We get out of the bath and I joke “but Lindsey doesn’t do GFE does she” and she jabs up the middle fingers of each hand and pulls a crazy sarcastic face like this.
Well, I have no idea what other’s definition of GFE is. In punting terms I probably look upon it as someone who kisses, snogs and delivers the services stated with a degree of enjoyment or passion. In non-punting terms, I hope it is someone that will do anything and everything to absolutely pleasure me. Well, I can only say that this bath, our conversation, and Lindsey’s mind-blowing edging underwater dtbj was without doubt the best GFE moment I have ever had in my life. She pleasured me totally.
We towel and don our white hotel bathroom gowns and I joke that Lindsey, with her slightly oriental looking eyes, looks the complete image of a ninja sexual warrior and that I may have to replicate Bigus Dickus’s computer wizardry to re-create my own T-shirt of her like this.
Feeling completely satisfied and honourable, I ask Lindsey “And what would you like now ?”. “My doxy!” she says. Well, I guess I have denied her for 2-3 hours. “Any food” I ask, “yes please” she replies.
I order the food while Lindsey plugs in her monster. I decide to warm her up by kissing her, unwrapping her, kissing her gorgeous scented body and giving her some oral, before she says she wants to get on her knees, apply the doxy to her clit, while I tease her from behind. We start and Lindsey’s monster is buzzing and pulsing away like a mini pneumatic drill as I tease her pussy and arse with my fingers from behind. She’s just getting into this now, when there’s a knock on the door and Lindsey has to silence her weapon to allow me attend to the room service. Serves her right for edging me I think.
Anyway as you can probably imagine, Lindsey doesn’t give a flying fuck about the food at this moment in time. We return to where we were and after instructing me to hit her G spot (no idea if I did) and arse with my fingers, Lindsey finally has a pretty powerful orgasm. I feed her the stringier juices this time and we kiss.
Time for some food and as Lindsey has had a long journey and been fully attentive to me for 3+ hours now, I offer her the chair and desk to sit at. She’s got something hot and I’ve got a £13 cold sandwich with a mound of poncy rocket. I really can’t begrudge her taking 10 minutes out to enjoy her meal, but Lindsey firmly says “no, we can eat it on the bed together, we’ve got a tray, c’mon.” And Lindsey doesn’t fucking do GFE ????
We finish eating and just snuggle, kiss, canoodle and chat for a quite a while. I am half contemplating walking her into the shady place which I had staked out earlier for some al fresco fun or having some food sex with the fruit, cream, custard and cling film I had brought, but none of this really fits the vibe or moment. I’m pretty done with being a dom and after 2 monumental pops, I’m just enjoying Lindsey the GFE for now. She seems nicely settled too and even asks me to turn the heating up. Maybe she has plans for me.
It seems she does as she starts warming up my balls and cock as if playing the harmonica. The naughty little minx is getting me going again and I want her now and I want her arse which very much meets with her approval. She wants it over the desk too and splays herself onto it as I stand behind, rim her and take her. She feels great and it’s so sexy seeing her deliberately crane her neck and face to look into the mirror and watch me as I begin to fuck her gently, before pounding and bouncing off her arse. I really would like to give Lindsey the total pounding she deserves and cum like this because I can see how much she is enjoying it, but I’m sadly flagging. So Lindsey whips off the condom and gives me another amazing edging blowjob, before asking me to wank into her mouth as she teases me with her mouth and tongue. Normally, I can’t do this, I get very self-conscious wanking in front of a girl, but I have no such inhibitions with Lindsey and finally pop gloriously once again. She sucks and swallows it down. I badly need to recover.
Feeling gentlemanly, I then ask Lindsey how many orgasms she usually has in an evening and she says 2, maybe 3. I see this as a challenge and decide to go down on her again. I will spare you the details, but she cums gloriously once again with her legs up to give me a final pleasure as I admire her body and wanton face.
We both take some to chill but I know the time is coming when I will have to let her go even though I don’t want to. I drink in the last few moments with her really not giving a fig about the time, but I know I’m completely done now and I need to let her go. I look at my mobile and it’s 1.45am! Practically 5 hours have passed. She lets me take a lovely photo of her as a memory and then gets dressed. I swear watching her get dressed is as sexy as it was undressing her. I tell her she looks like a young Kate Bush. Apparently someone else has said the same to her. I know one thing for sure, I won’t be reaching these wuthering heights again for a very long time, if ever. She finally departs at 2am and after a couple more sweet texts once she’s home, I sleep with her perfume scented gown.
Oh, I don’t think I mentioned it. It was my birthday. And Lindsey was my present to myself. I wish I was always so good at picking presents.