Texting her the room number as I boarded the lift, I told her to hurry. From our room on the third floor, I could see her walking up the street and entering the rear parking lot. She'd be just a few minutes. She walked in the door one minute early!
Mel removed her long silk red dress to reveal she had nothing else on. Certainly not necessary to wear clothing anyway. "It's too hot for underwear!" she laughed. "See, to me that's the best reason to wear underwear," I said. "No one wants to get near me if I've been going commando all day."
I'd already showered, so Mel did a quick rinse off and joined me on the bed. Our hunger for each other was excruciating, and we tore at each other with all we had. As usual, Mel gave me an epic blow job, using her hands to stroke me and massage my balls. Since I didn't feel totally fresh I asked her not to rim me this time, but I told her how much I loved it the last time. With her long hair pulled back I got to watch her devour me with her lips and tongue. When I was satisfied and no longer able to control myself, I sat up and took her in my arms, laying her on her back before attacking her clit. With her knees drawn all the way back to her shoulders I had full access to her pussy and ass, and I licked away with abandon. She shuddered and twitched, grabbing her breasts and pulling at her nipples. Without fingering her I brought her to a huge climax, with her clamping her legs around my head. "Uh," I muffled, "can't breathe?" She laughed and released me.
I slipped inside her easily, going slow and kissing her body all over and I made sure she felt every inch of me. With me that deep, Mel grabbed me with both arms and pulled me closer. We stayed in that position most of the time, until she asked to get on top. Never one to turn down that position, I lifted her up and set her down right on my dick. We fucked each other furiously, and Mel came over and over again with her familiar "Feck, feck, feck!" chant. I pulled out after about 15 minutes and she let me come in her mouth.
I was exhausted. (I'd been fighting a cold for the last day and knew it was coming on. Unfortunately, Mel's going to get it next week while she's away on vacation.) "I don't have anything left," I said, "can we just hang out for awhile?" She and I lay there, naked, and talked about a lot. Her mom and biological father were never married -- in fact, her father was her mom's husband's best friend and they'd been having an affair -- and so she never really knew her dad. Having Mel in a hotel room that Jade and I had occupied just three years earlier, knowing that Jade, who is also Filipina and Italian, never knew her biological father, was really too much for me. "This is like a total deja vu for me!" I said, "I just hope you two aren't sisters or something." I didn't have a picture of Jade to show Mel, but there was no way they were related.
We talked about our mutual desire to have a threesome. I told her I went back to the sugar website to find someone since I didn't want to go to a swinger's website and find nothing but heavy, older women to play with. Any girl who was fit, hot, and down to fuck would probably be either an escort or some other professional girl. On the sugar website, I actually found one girl the morning of my date with Mel who was into the idea, but it didn't work out. I figured the chances were that whoever I found would be just a regular girl who happened to be bisexual. Mel agreed and wanted me to send her pictures of anyone I thought would be a good choice. So, armed with that vote of confidence, I told her I'd probably find someone in the next couple of days or so.
The night before our date, while out walking the dog, I reflected on the fact that I'd been with 51 different women since deciding to become a Sugar Daddy way back in 2008. That was quite a lot, but I began to wonder if I could remember every girl I'd ever been sexual with (I defined that as fucking, hand jobs, blow jobs, or genital touching of any kind. Kissing or making out didn't count). In my mind I started compiling a list. I have a steel trap memory, and I was able to remember every single sexual encounter I'd ever had, from the first girl I'd ever had sex with when I was 18 (and who died a little over a year ago after a long series of illnesses), through my first wife, through all the street hookers and escorts, co-workers and bar hookups, interim girlfriends, DW, more escorts, and then potential Sugar Babies and actual Sugar Babies, I concluded that Mel was actually the 100th woman I'd ever been sexual with in my life.
When I shared this with Mel, she seemed genuinely moved. "I feel like I won a prize!" she said. Well, she did, but I said, "Mine's the bigger prize, actually." And I meant it. The connection between Mel and me feels closer to the one I had with Jade (when things were good) than with nearly all the others. Of course, I don't think I'll ever repeat what I had with C/Hayden. A little over a year ago, I wrote:
I could blame all these women ... for all the shit they pulled (Jade, in particular), but the real truth of it is, I cannot see the particular conditions that led to all that happened between C and me happening again. Back then, I lacked the experience and wisdom to know how the Sugar game worked. I didn't really know that none of it worked without the money. I naively believed that real emotions were possible within the context of that kind of relationship. But after C's departure, and subsequent revelations about her true feelings toward the end of our time together, I find it impossible now to trust any of them fully. The money does its part, of course. I can never fully trust any woman who consents to spend time with me only if I invest in their lifestyle/bills/ whatever.That remains true today.
So the search now begins for a threesome partner. I have already spoken to two different women about this and one has already enthusiastically consented. More about her in the next post.