Paul, german, 38yrs old, Sept 2008

Paul….. Ah, Paul.

I met him first in the summer of 2008 at the Bar. I just came back from BCN again, and as my ritual, I would straight away go to the Bar to celebrate my come-back.

Outside the Bar, Paul was sitting with Nina and they were knoodeling. I thought he was so damn sexy, it was unreal.

Nina told me afterwards, that he is a very old and good friend of hers and that he has a girlfriend now. Too bad, I thought. I dropped the topic.

A couple of weeks later, Nina celebrated her birthday and her debut as the new Bar owner.

Of course, Paul was there, too. With his girlfriend. By then, he didn’t even know me; he just said hello and moved on to his chick. Later on, I talked to Nina and told her that I really wanted to fuck him and that it’s too bad that he had a girlfriend. Nina’s answer was “Oh well, that never really mattered to him!” It turned out, that the two of them had an ongoing sex affair. How funny!

In the beginning of September I saw him more often at the Bar. Since his gf doesn’t live in Berlin, he came around and spent some time with Nina. Now, that she knew that I wanted him, she was full on. She tried really hard to hook us up which I found rather embarrassing. She kept telling me to touch Paul; that he really had soft skin and that him and I should definitely get laid together. He just gave me these looks that of course said “I want you right now!”, but I was too shy to get a move. Not with Nina next to me and all.

So I let it go.

Two weeks later, I was at the Bar again and so was he. He just sat there while Nina was working. It was good, that she was busy because this way, I was more relaxed. We chatted about where I was from. I told him, that I was from Arschfeld. He told me, that his roommates’ best friend was from the same place. That could only mean that this was a friend of mine and that Paul’s roommate was someone I knew, too. How embarrassing. Of course it turned out, that Paul was on the concert and that we actually spend New Year’s Eve together and that it was actually him, I spilled a bottle of sparkling wine on at that party….. How funny.

I was meant to meet up with a friend but really didn’t want to. Paul invited me to go to that party in F’hain with him and I agreed. I knew already that this is not gonna happen and that it was just an excuse.

He leaned over and said “why don’t we just go and have sex?” I answered that I couldn’t fuck someone and never kissed before. So he came closer and tried to kiss me, which I didn’t like. I was sober and so was he. Nina was there, sober. Too embarrassing and I really wasn’t sure about Nina’s feelings for him. But I had a plan which I told him. I told him, that we will catch the S-Bahn, kiss on the train and if I like it, I would go home to his place with him. If I didn’t like it, we would go to the party together. Easy.

And so we finished our drinks and left. Nina loved it.

On the train, I was really nervous. What if he was a bad kisser? What if he thought I was? Noooo, I knew I was good in that. We stood there and I just would not stop talking so he said coldly “so, didn’t we want to kiss?” and so I leaned over and kissed him. He was good. Very good. Because I wanted him for so long, I got wet and excited. Too fast for him, he had to tell me to slow down which was rather awkward for me.

So yes, of course, we went to his place. On our way there, I almost picked a fight with some Turkish idiots which he thought was very funny. He said that I was fun to hang out with and paid me loads of compliments. I had to learn later on, that he always knew what to say and when.

Roommate wasn’t there and Paul was the nicest man on earth. It was not just going to his house and getting fucked, no, he turned on some nice Music; we had some more sparkling wine which we bought in a shop, sat down on the ground and kissed. We talked about this and that, books, music and films. Every book he owned was about football and music was not his things, either. Football, because he was and still might be a soccer scout.

Anyway, we sat there legs spread and mine on top of his. He took his and my shirt of and we kissed, hugged, and caressed each other. We were slowly getting there. Every now and again, he told me to calm down, to slow down. I told him I couldn’t because I have been waiting for this for too long. I was hot and I was horny. He said, that that’s how he felt the last time we met. Right. By now, I knew already that he was a slut just like I was – Nina has told me all about him.

He wore no pants anymore; just his underwear and I wanted to get rid of my pants, too. He refused with the argument that we had all the time in the world, and that he doesn’t just wanted shag me here and now. He wanted to have a good, long night with me. How great!!

After an hour of kanoodleing he finally took off my pants. He moved on his laps where I could feel his dick on my pussy. I could also smell my cunt since I was so wet. I told him and he asked if I’d feel more comfortable if I’d take a shower. I didn’t mind but felt that it was very thoughtful and nice of him.

I rolled down from him and we kissed a bit more. It was so nice and felt really good with him. I enjoyed myself and finally relaxed. He pulled me up his lap again and I got really turned on. I wanted him and so I told him, he loved that feeling of being wanted. He took my panties of and started to rub my pussy. “Yes”, he said, “you are really, really wet” and smiled. It was easy access for him. He rubbed my clit and easily slid into me with two fingers. He stood up, dragged me up, too and made me sit down on his armchair. He kneeled in front of me and licked my cunt. Every now and again, he would stop, have a sip of sparkling wine and keep on licking me. He loved to take it easy and slow, he knew I would get wild that way.

Just when I was about to come, he stopped lifted me up and laid me easily on his bed. We were naked and of course wanted to fuck, but somehow, we both wanted to take our time now. He laid there in front of me, I sat on his legs, we had a smoke and something to drink and just chatted. I told him about Nina and me, and that we planned to have a threesome with him. He agreed on that one, but wanted me to give him detailed accounts of Ninas and my night and to give him a hand job while I was telling him. And so I did. It was a bit confusing I have to admit; to jerk him off while talking about Nina and me. I was sure, that only Ninas part turned him on, not me. Well, I guess two girls are tempting to any boy, but still, I am very insecure sometimes.

So we sat there and I jerked him off. Well, not really as he didn’t come. Maybe he was drunk than I thought he was.

After that, we sat, smoked, drank and just caressed each other. It was a good feeling to be with him. He kept telling me how nice it was with me and how chilled out he was. He kept saying that he wanted “to sleep with me” – an expression that I really, really dislike…. He also kept paying me compliments, knowing that he will benefit from it, when I feel good about myself and with him.

At some point, I wanted to go to the bathroom. Since we knew, that Roommate wasn’t there, I just wanted to go naked as I was. When I opene his door, I saw lights in the hall and I knew that Roommate just must have came home. I shut the door again and told Paul who didn’t believe me at all. So he checked it out and of course I was right. Paul went over and had a chat with Roommate while I went for a piss.

I walked back to Pauls room where I waited for him.

He came back and we fucked. Noisy and hard. Again, he didn’t come. He bit me in my face while we fucked, he bit my arms, my shoulders my belly. Three weeks after, I still had bruises. It was that hardcore that I had to tell him to stop biting my cheeks. I didn’t want to wonder around with bruises in my face. Anywhere else is fine, but not in my face!!

We stopped fooling around, sat down in front of each other and just enjoyed each other’s company.

I laid down on my belly and he laid on top of me, just laying there. We had some more to drink and all of a sudden he started to fuck me from behind. I really tried to keep the glass in my hand but threw through the room when I came. That was good. He turned me around fucked me like that.

He was full on; he finger fucked my ass with one hand while the other one was in my cunt. He wanted to make me happy and yes, I was happy.

Finally, he allowed me to blow him. His dick is so beautiful. It has such a nice shape and just the right size. It is long and thick. As I said, size does matter. It smelled nice and he was even circumcised! Germans are not circumcised, normally. Don’t ask me why, it’s just something we don’t do. He was, and of course I much prefer that. I fell in love that night. With his dick.

He pulled out and wanted me to jerk him off. He sat on my belly and I so desperately wanted him to come in my face and on my tits. I encouraged him and told him what I wanted him to do and how. He really tried, maybe too hard and so, again, he didn’t come. I started to believe, that it was my fault, but now that I think of it, he was already 37 years old….. haha, that’s another topic: He couldn’t believe that I was “only” 29 years old, because he thought that a 29 year old girl could not be as confident as I came across. Complete bullshit, of course!

Anyway, basically the night was a mix of sex, cuddling, talking and just chilling out. It was easy going and I had a fabulous time. He never came, which I blame on the alcohol. And his age maybe. We fell asleep and I felt really pleased.

The morning after we had a bit more sex, morning after sex is satisfying maybe because you are not really awake yet and your nerves are very receptive still. He woke me up, put on a rubber and just fucked me the way we woke up: spoon style. Very nice and gentle, at the same time, he bit me and slapped my ass real hard. This time, he came.

We got up, had something to eat and a coffee. I was still sitting in bed and he said that he wanted to clean up the shattered glass… while he did that, he laughed and smiled like a little boy. So cute. I got up, showered and then just left. He came with me downstairs and kissed me goodbye.

I don’t know why we didn’t exchange phone numbers as he always wanted to have it.

I saw him again a week later and the first thing I did was to give him my phone number. Nina, Jan and I were fucked up on Coke – something Paul would never do. He came over and wanted to have a quiet beer but Nina and me were too pissed. We both hit on him, trying to turn our threesome idea into reality. But, of course, it didn’t happen. Paul is scared of hurting Nina, which is nonsense, but that’s just the way he is. We both touched him and caressed him. I was under his shirt on his back while Nina was on his belly. He left soon though, because he could feel that there was also something going on with Jan and me. But Paul wasn’t interested in a threesome with two girls that are that fucking pissed.

Since then, I see him quite regular and Nina and i also managed to have more going on with him. But that is another story you will read about right here.

~ von sexcapaden am November 15, 2008.