The trip to spend time with the Biker was quite amazing and totally exceeded expectations. It wasn’t awkward that we hadn’t seen or speak to each other for roughly two years. I was there to relax, get away from my work and just see Montreal for what it might be like to live there.
He had cleaned up a separate room for me. It was cramped but comfortable. Honestly, I came there for a good time and something different than my own day to day life, and I got that. He’s very unlike me. He isn’t really a foodie and really just eats to maintain himself. That was a bit hard because Montreal is such a haven for excellent food. We had Subway for lunch when I first got there. I was trying to feel out how I felt about him. It wasn’t really a strong attraction I have to say, but it was interestingly different.
I fell asleep during most of the first day. He didn’t wake me. In evening, he was getting tired and I offered him a massage. He was surprisingly reluctant even though I can tell that he’s attracted to me. He took off his shirt for the massage eventually. He just didn’t enjoy or appreciate the massage. He offered me a massage and he was really into that. Took off my bra too. I really felt that I gave him an in with me and I wanted to see him take it. His move. After the massage, he forces me to cuddle with him. I liked that. He didn’t take it any further. But in fairness he said he didn’t want to make the situation awkward given that I will be staying with him. It was a true and valid point. If he had made a bold move that I rejected, we’d both be living under the same roof for another few days.
Cuddling got really hot and sweaty, temperature-wise. I later figured out this is because he has a full polyester blanket beneath us… But I couldn’t stand it. I got thirsty and had to use the bathroom. I got up to use the washroom and then decided that I didn’t want to continue the sweaty cuddle session. I went to the room he designated for me with the futon and slept there.
The next morning, I asked how he slept and he complained that he was lonely. I took that as a sign that he wanted more, and I said we can continue another time. He assigned me some errands to run and asked me to make him a fruit salad that we saw Gordon Ramsay made. I joked that I’ve become his housewife and for the rest of the trip we kind of made it an ongoing joke and started to purposely bicker like a long standing couple.
We went rock climbing and had Indian food for dinner. He talks a lot about socital ideals. While I agree with some of what he says, I say that moving to such extreme ideals would be unlikely given the current state of society. He’s a bit idealistic in his beliefs I think. Basically, he’s a hippy and I’m not as hippy as he is.
So second night he mis offers me a massage. I gladly accept. We cuddle again and he’s just so in love with cuddling! I figure I guess that’s it, that’s as far as he wants to make his move. Well I semi fall asleep and half way through the night, I get really hot again because he’s just a human furnace. I flip over to my back and take the blanket off to cool down. He starts to gently grope me and in my relaxed state, I was just really turned on. He kept doing it and basically it was a huge tease for me. I told him I’m turned on and he is kind of like, so what are you going to do about it? It’s like he’s making me make a move.
This ended in me asking him to stop teasing me and to take my underwear off. He did a really good job at fingering me until I came. He didn’t ask to reciprocate, and strangely he didn’t care to ask. Seems like he’d be okay if that was it. I asked to reciprocate for him and gave him a blowjob. I feel pretty good about my results. He was really well endowed, I was actually really impressed. After that happened, we went back to cuddling but the bed was just soaked in sweat. It felt really gross. I tried to fall back to sleep in his arms but I couldn’t. I said I’m getting up and went to take a nice shower. I pretended to work, but really I went to my room and slept there instead. I felt it was a bit rude. When I got up, he was still in bed so I figured I would join him again.
Things got nasty when we started making the beer together. He hadn’t showered. He’s a total hippy. Anyway, I requested that he shower and he complied. He looked so much better after that shower! But that bed seemed really gross still. I had a few hours before my flight and I said that I would rest on the futon and that he could join me there if he wanted. He did not waste any time joining me. Things escalated quickly, we made out and he encouraged me to be on top. I guess the pressure of it being awkward for the remainder of the trip had gone and it was his way of going for it. It was great sex, very intense because he was so well endowed. He wanted to go all night, but I wasn’t having that. We didn’t use a condom, I’m not sure why, he didn’t even suggest it. I asked him how he’d like to finish, he said in my mouth and I complied. It was really fun, just the kind of weekend that I needed.
He talked a lot about wanting to be a polyamourus person or something like that. He told me a lot about his dating life. I don’t like him in a romantic way. We don’t kiss outside of bed. Seems like I’m the only person he has recently slept at that was supportive of this decision. Well, supportive is a strong word, more like indifferent.
After I left, he sent me a long message to say it was such a great time for him. It really was something fantastic and only something that I would have done, could have done if I was single.