Busy Day.

Early on New Year's Day I flew back to my home city for a well-earned rest and, as it turned out, a bit of well-earned fun as well.

A week or so earlier I'd been winked at on a vanilla adult site I'm on by a woman who sounded great. Early 40s, just looking for a bit of fun, she could even write coherent English sentences. We exchanged phone numbers and agreed to meet up for a drink late afternoon.

After an early-afternoon interlude, where a gay mate of mine asked me over to his place to watch some straight porn with him (I think he wanted me to provide commentary - it was quite fun) I met her at a cafe. We got on fine - she was attractive, in good shape and quite fun to talk to. We each had a drink (coffee for her, diet soda for me) then there was an awkward silence. It was clear that we were going to have some sort of sexual adventure at some point, but the question was when and where?

We decided to just to go my place and see what happened. I tried desperately to remember what sort of state my apartment was in and couldn't recall it being too bad (I'd tidied up quite a bit before I'd left, two weeks earlier) so I agreed.

Details? Well, there was nothing terribly out-of-the-ordinary. But she was very responsive and enthusiastic and loud. We fucked on the couch, which I quite liked because I'm slightly anxious about by bed after Oona broke it (and not in a fun way) and I find that now when I'm fucking on my bed I'm always a bit tentative, listening to the squeaks (bed, not bed-mate) in case the thing falls apart again.

After we finished we lay on the couch together, all sweaty and we chatted for quite a while. We'll do it again.