The Sex Buddy

I've never had much luck with boyfriends.
In fact, I haven't had a real boyfriend since my first.

The guys I know are either a friend, a fuck or a combination of both...
A guy who's both is what we all now call "the sex buddy" or "the fuck buddy".

Someone who can be a mate to you but also can mate with you and there are no sticky strings attached.

My first official sex buddy was the dark, tall, handsome, muscular Maxime of African-French heritage. His voice and accent are as charming and as smooth as one expects of a Frenchman. His physique was that of an Armani or Calvin Klein ad. He reminded me of a young Taye Diggs or Tyson Beckford. Simply beautiful. The perfect man.

However like most "perfect" men, he wasn't one. He was someone who was always busy, travelling around the world and this meant he could never hold down a relationship. One of the first issues he brought up when we became friends, was the fact he didn't like to mix work with pleasure. He considered friends as pleasure thus we would not talk about work so I never asked what he did. It seemed obvious he wouldn't say even if I did ask. One thing I was sure of was that he didn't have to work for money. He came from money. He'd talk about his family, how he grew up in a magnificent vineyard. How his house was the key to getting "Les Mademoiselles" into his bedroom...

Despite his good looks and charms, I never had any intention of having sex with him. He was totally my type but I just felt so comfortable and satisfied being his friend that I never thought to do anything more. Mind you, saying this does make me remember our undeniable chemistry. Our conversations would just flow and at times be obviously hypnotized by each other's lips. Yet, we never made a move. We would just continue talking. The only time we would physically touch each other was when we hugged hello and hugged good bye.

One day, when we hadn't seen each other in months, (we had both had a birthday during that time and coincidentally in the same month), he called me. It was about 8am in the morning and I was still asleep. I woke up to the sound of my ringtone and since I had set a particular ringtone for his number, I knew immediately who it was. So with a swipe of eyes to wake up, I reached over to my mobile and answered it.

After a quick conversation, I got up, showered, groomed, dressed and out the door with my essential big handbag. I walked to the taxi stand and I got in a taxi and told the driver where to go.

Within about 20-30 minutes of driving through traffic, I got to his house. Well, his mansion of a house. I paid the cab driver, got out of the taxi and I walked up to the gates and pressed the buzzer. He opened the gates and I walked through them and very slowly they closed behind me. Seeing the beautiful property as I turned the corner always made me feel like I was a few steps away from having a luxurious holiday, with his indoor-heated swimming pool, sauna, and even his own massage therapist who he could phone and they'd arrive within the hour.

As I was nearly at the front doors, they opened and out he came. He was wearing just a tracksuit, it seems he was on his way to his indoor gym. In his hand was a bag, a gift bag. I knew immediately it was a birthday present. I hugged him hello and he handed me the gift saying: "Happy birthday." I opened it and inside was some beautiful lingerie. I smiled gleefully, he had remembered I collect lingerie. We walked in the house and for most of the day we did the normal everyday things we always did whenever we met up. We worked out, we swam, we snacked, we watched movies on his huge TV, we walked around his gorgeous garden and other random things, of course talking almost the whole time.

It was about 5pm and we decided it was time for playing pool. This time the table pool not the swimming pool. We played a little and before starting our third game, I went to the toilet. When I walked back into the room, his 6ft 1in frame was sitting on the pool table with his hands in his pockets. He looked up when he realised I was in the room and as I walked towards him, he picked up my cue and handed it to me. I took it and walked straight over to make the break. As I did, he walked up behind me and put his hands up my top and caressed my stomach, up and down, up and down. I shivered as his hot hands rubbed against my cold skin. I turned around and we both went for each other's lips. His kiss was soft and gentle with just little touches of his tongue. This Frenchman could definitely French kiss. I put my hands up his top and he slightly jolted at my cold hands but then put his hands over mine to warm them up. He took off his top and we did more kissing.

Next, I took off my top and pulled down my skirt to reveal one of my sets of lingerie. Red. I was already barefoot as was he. He pulled down his bottoms and his Calvin Klein boxers to reveal, to my delight, a big black cock. A sight I had always been curious about and only seen in porn but never in person.. until then. I immeidiatey went to it and blew him. After the "job" and an orgasm, I swallowed - knowing he was a safe person - and drank some orange juice that I had left at the side of the pool table. He kissed me after my drink, this time a passionate kiss. He knelt down, sliding down my knickers as he went and I leaned against the table, holding on with both hands to the edge. As he licked, my knees eventually crumbled onto his shoulders and my back and neck had curved towards the table. My hands and arms became weak from grabbing the edge so hard. Then shortly later, I began to shake until I orgasmed with heavy moans. He took a sip of his own glass of juice and I went to kiss him passionately but I craved so much more so I whispered: "Fuck me."

He carried me onto the table pushing the balls away with a cue (which I assume he learnt from watching 'Alfie' the movie lol). He took off my bra, spread my legs and with his big cock that barely fit in my mouth, slid into my wet cunt. The size of it was just so overwhelming that he had to slowly make his way to put it all the way in me. Nonetheless it felt absolutely amazing. I shouted, screamed and moaned and so did he. Strangely, we said very few words while fucking. Yet when we weren't fucking we would continuously talk.

After a few positions we ended up on our sides in the spooning position. He had one hand on nipple and I had one on my clit. He breathed out: "I'm cumming." I breathed out in return: "Me too." And shortly after we both screamed out our orgasms followed by a lot of heavy breathing. I turned to lie on him with his arms around me and he used one hand to stroke my long dark hair off my face. He lifted my head from my chin and kissed me gently once again and said: "Thank you that was, incroyable." I smiled, gave him another soft kiss and replied: "Your welcome et bonne anniversaire."

We obviously became sex buddies after that.
We were the perfect sex buddies.
Friends by day... Lovers by night...

Kisses, V.V.