I had a date this week! A handjob date.

Yay!

It was my first date since the holidays and oooo, was it fun.

Dinner & a Handjob

My friend, and he is a friend, took me out to dinner at an awesome Cuban restaurant that had outdoor seating. While the rest of you are buried under snow, we here in Miami are experiencing some amazing spring-like weather.

I’d had an idea that we were going to have at least some sort of intimacy, so made sure I had those wet wipes I tell you to always have handy, with me. While we sipped our daiquiris… mine red… his yellow… I took the zippered bag of hand wipes out, set them on the table and took them out, one by one, cleaning my hands with them. Meticulously cleaning my hands.

Coquettishly, I smiled, looked him in his deep brown eyes, and used a wipe to wash one finger at a time. Focusing on exactly what I was doing, only sharing my attention with him. My thumb… my forefinger… middle finger… ring finger… then pinkie. Slowly, methodically. Cleaning myself like a cat.

Handjobs & Food

When our food came, I pushed my utensils aside, instead, using my now-clean fingers to feed myself. Frijoles negros con arroz, platanos maduros, y un lado de yuca.

Using my fingers to scoop black beans and white rice was messy, but I didn’t care. Not only was my date staring at me (and he has known me to do some pretty kinky things, too), but so were the men at the tables closest to us. (The women ignored me.) Bless the waiter, he treated me as if I was meticulously eating with the Queen’s silver.

I generously offered my table mate some of my finger food and, a good sport, accepted. I pulled up some of the mixture with my thumb and first two fingers, then carefully brought them to my date’s thick and yummy lips. As he opened his mouth, I nudged my fingers in and he then licked the food off with his warm and very wet tongue. I closed my eyes so I could feel every movement his mouth made.

Utterly delicious.

A Handjob Hand Job

Hours after dinner, we sat close together on his couch, kissing, licking, nibbling each other’s mouths, cheeks, necks… and fingers.

You know where my fingers went after that, don’t you?

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