Crescendos
Melbourne is great. I love it here. There are so many adorable hidden side streets decorated with street art and it’s filled with cafes and cute shops. I’m sharing a single room with this Spanish girl for now. She’s sweet and spends most nights at her partner’s place, but ultimately this accommodation with her is temporary. It’s a studio with not even a full kitchen, so the job hunt is on. Once that’s solidified I’ll find a more comfortable housing situation.
I went to the library when I got here a couple days ago and printed out a bunch of resumes. I have been handing out several a day. Yet, being jobless hasn’t stopped me from having fun.
My Swedish friend I met in Surfer’s Paradise through girls at work is living here, so we met up for drinks last night and had a wild night. She is the typical Swedish, blonde and beautiful. We went to this club, Revolver, that literally is open from Friday night to Monday morning. It doesn’t close. It’s definitely a drug fest with unique rooms for different DJ’s. It was so fun and the music was a vibe. Her friend got a bit too fucked up on the pressed ecstasy, pingas, we took, so we found some fresh air outside in the smoking area.
This guy named Demo came over to us, offering a water to our friend. He was gentle and kind. He had dark features, but his eyes were bright and huge. He was definitely high like us. To be honest, everyone at the club was high, even the bartenders.
I escaped with Demo back to the bar. His attention felt nice, and I didn’t really want to continue babysitting the other girl with my Swedish friend. He kept smiling at me, seemingly excited to be in my presence. He was wearing a black button down with dark jeans, matching the duskiness of the club. His lips were thick and luscious, and I couldn’t stop staring at them when he talked, wanting to kiss him. His generosity at first turned me on, and then I couldn’t stop checking him out. Plus, he called every bartender by their name, making my panties wetter and wetter being next to this man. Being in the service industry, I know how good it feels to be called by name, plus that also meant he knew them, and connection turns me on. I like people that are liked.
It all happened so naturally our first kiss. We were standing at the bar and I knew he saw me looking at his lips. “You are stunning.” His words echoed in my ears as the bass vibrated the floor beneath us. Without responding verbally to his compliment, I leaned my face forward and he took my hint, and then grabbed my face to kiss me. His tongue filled my mouth and tasted sweet. His lips were as soft as I imagined and felt so good against mine. “Let’s go dance.” I giddily declared after sharing such a passionate kiss. I grabbed his hand before he could answer me and pulled him to the dance floor.
The rest of the morning felt so light and enjoyable, him introducing me to bartenders every time we grabbed a drink, while dancing around from room to room. By the time 7am was approaching, my Swedish friend had far gone, and my body was crashing, yearning silence. Being in a club for nearly 8 hours had me itching for a change of scenery.
I didn’t want to leave Demo yet and I could tell he felt the same way about me. He ordered us a car and we made our way back to his place, my legs draped over his in the back seat, my fingers caressing his chest as I leaned on his shoulder. When we got to his home, the first thing we did was hop in his large shower, and that’s when I discovered this man had the makings of a Greek God. His cock was huge just staring at it flaccid, and uncircumcised. Australians are confusing, because some are and some aren’t. It doesn’t really bother me, either way, but perhaps I’ll make marks next to my list of lovers for fun.
His chest was covered in dark body hair and made me want to rub my hands all over him to wash him. Instead, he lathered my body with soap, squeezing me in all the right places. I leaned against the shower door as he approached me from behind, his fingertips grazing my nipple piercing, electrifying my nervous system with pleasure. He kissed my neck, then my collarbone, and then spun me around to put his warm tongue on mine again, our bodies melting into one another’s. The hot water glistened on his tanned skin and the steam felt like it was our guide, pushing us closer and closer to each other.
Words weren’t that necessary between us. I felt like our bodies and minds were so in tune. I let the space grow between us as I stepped back from him for a brief moment, smiling. His eyes locked on mine, and I knew again, it was time to relocate.
He wrapped me in a big towel as I stepped out, and I noticed for the first time his salt and pepper hair, wondering how old he was. I grinned, looking at it. “You’re going to love my bed.” He said in his thick Australian accent and I followed him without questioning, nearly drooling over his confidence and sexiness.
I wanted to taste his god-like cock, so I climbed on his still damp body and took it inside my warmth. I admired his dark hair sprinkled all over him as I eyed him up and down, and took him in and out of my mouth. He moaned with pleasure. It wasn’t long before he was grabbing me to smash our lips together in a whirling and wild mess. My damp hair grazed our bodies as I moved, and the sensation was making me more and more wet with bliss. I felt him having the desire to taste me, and soon he flipped me over on the bed and held my body down to put his juicy mouth all over the waterfall building between my legs.
He read my eager mind, and before I knew it, he was scooping a condom so gracefully from his bedside table and was back to me in seconds, mounting me and kissing me with such intense passion.
As he slowly slid inside me, I wrapped my legs around him, squeezing his back muscles, while nibbling and licking his arm. His dick felt like one of the biggest I’d ever had, and I was so wet, that it slid right in with no pain. He went slow, as if he knew he was quite endowed. Our bodies felt so close to one another’s, rolling around, yet never letting our connection dissipate.
Perhaps it was the ecstasy that made it such a pleasurable love making session. I know it definitely added to the stimulating sensations, but with him, it felt like there was more. I loved the way he fit inside me, and the way he never let me go. I loved how our groans felt like a song, building to the countless crescendos that occurred. I felt so much satisfaction in the hours and hours we spent making love this morning.
I’m yearning to taste him again, and feel the softness of his lips on mine over and over again. I’m getting tingles in my pussy just thinking about it. What a sensational experience he was.
