Wednesday 4th June, 08:59
Didn't get around to recording my meet yesterday so here it is now.
The quickly arranged Fabguy called me to say he was on his way so i went out to wait for him. This is how I was dressed, except that I was wearing heels:
After a few minutes he called my mobile and I headed back toward the hotel entrance only to hear him say "I'm behind you!". He was dressed in what seems to be everyday clothing for middle aged men in the UK, dull clothing, all dismal shades of not quite black, vague browns, etc. I don't understand it, even before I switched to fem clothes I put a bit more effort into what I wore.
Anyway, we went up to my room had a little bit of inconsequential small talk and lay on the bed. he asked me if I wanted to see his wife's pictures. It's not my thing really so i suppose I responded with less than great enthusiasm. He doesn't kiss which is a shame. He dragged his undies off, why are male undies so ugly? To reveal a small cock and he apologized for not having shaved down there. Actually I don't mind a little hair there on other people even though I generally keep mine trimmed if not shaved. But it was clearly recently washed which was nice, except that he hadn't been exactly over enthusiastic with rinsing, so when i sucked his balls there was a distinct flavour of soap. Not enough to put me off though and he seemed to like it!
This was my first experience with someone who didn't want to fuck so I wasn't really sure how to proceed. But we got on all right with a bit of mutual wanking, I sucked him briefly but he said he was too sensitive. I asked if he wanted to be fucked and he, slightly reluctantly said yes but don't push all the way in. I did that for a while, but I found it difficult to be precise enough and quite quickly he became uncomfortable, got up, and rushed to the loo.
After that we just concentrated on masturbation with me sucking his balls. He came quite quietly and with no ejaculation at all. I take quite a while to come so we lay there on the bed chatting while I carried on pleasuring myself while he stroked my legs, body, and balls. He has very nice smooth cool hands. I asked if he'd like to fuck me but he couldn't get hard enough due to diabetes and hadn't taken a pill for it. I got the impression that he didn't really want to anyway and he wouldn't use is fingers there either.
After my orgasm we continued to chat a bit, the usual things you get from someone who has lived in the same place all their lives, how the town is going to the dogs and how good it used to be in the past, in this case the 1980s, before all the chavs from East London and the immigrants moved in.
So all in all a pleasant enough time but not really ever so satisfying sex
