(Alternate title: A no-strings-attached cunnilingus hookup with a much older man, part 3 of 3!)
It's interesting, isn't it, that this is the third week in a row that I've written about my RandomActsOfMuffDive encounter, and I still have yet to write about the actual cunnilingus. It's almost like I'm avoiding it... but I promise I will get to it this week!
Where I left off last time, I was cuddled up in a corner booth at a cocktail bar with a man old enough to be my father. He was kissing my neck, but only because I’d asked him to. It was his studious attention to my boundaries and comfort that made me want to see him again: every escalation in our physicality had happened at my explicit request. The vibes were good. I thought about him for much of the following day, and decided I trusted him enough to let him between my legs.
We scheduled a date at his place. I took the subway to his ritzy Manhattan neighborhood, and strolled its sun-dappled streets. The breeze rippled softly against my skin through the silky black nightgown I'd opted to wear to our connilingual rendezvous.