He eventually raised his suctioning mouth and blew air over the wet fabric before moving to the other nipple. I was whimpering and writhing on the cou...ntertop, desperate for more, but he kept me anchored by my hands and continued sucking and kneading my nipples until I gushed my first climax as he drove me completely out of my conscious mind just with breast play.Taking that as a signal, he dropped onto his knees and suctioned onto my leaking pussy, somehow covering my clit and my hole through. He had the defined calves and thighs of a surfer, but they were covered in thick black hair, the opposite of his upper body. Having had just enough to drink to lose some reserve, I shifted, wondering if he was wearing anything under the garments. “I have on boxer briefs,” he said simply. He tugged down the waistband of the clothing to show a band that read “Fruit of the Loom.” It seemed rather modern for the rest of the outfit. “You wouldn’t believe what some people do. I’ve had women try to. ”“That started as a casual fuck but led to something that might have been, if distance weren’t a problem. It was after that you started trying to sort things out, and the way you treated different girls depended on what you felt the future might hold.”“True. I guess I’m not sure which way is best. At times it seems like celibacy is actually easier because I don’t have to make any individual decisions.”“Have you lost trust in yourself?”“I think it’s more not wanting my weakness to control. Clair was at the door. I opened the door and saw that she felt pretty uncomfortable. I gave her a light kiss and told her I was thrilled that she was there. She was dressed as I thought; a floral dress. I couldn't guess what was underneath. I saw that she was wearing nylon stockings, at least I thought. To break the ice, I showed her the house and talked about cows and calves. I saw that she liked it and that she felt more woolly. At lunch, she talked about her husband. He was often on the road.