hot sex and planes

I have finally managed to put two and two together and sort out what is going on with E - friends who occasionally have (really hot) sex. That the is the beginning and end of it, no matter which way I look at it.

On Thursday night we stayed at the pub until closing, about 1:30ish. We then went back to mine and stayed up listening to music and talking until about 3:30am, when I decided it was time to go to sleep. However, being in bed together got the better of us, and we stayed up shagging until 5:30am, at which point the sun was coming up and I was slightly anxious that I had to be at work in 3.5 hours.

For better or worse, I have come to the conclusion that there is no point sleeping with any other guys at the moment, unless it happens to be going somewhere, because it would just be a waste of my time. E is fun, open-minded, slightly kinky, not afraid to speak up about what he wants, and incredibly persistent in trying to get me to orgasm. I can't really go wrong, except that our sexcapades are not frequent, tend to be mid-week and therefore make me late for work and turning up looking slightly disheveled.

I did manage on Thursday to pin him down for the air show on Saturday. I collected him in his sleepy state at 9am on Saturday morning and off we went to RAF Fairford. On arrival we were both grinning ear to ear, pointing enthusiastically at planes. He was the best possible person to bring to an air show - a complete geek about planes, who knew a heck of a lot about 98% of the planes, both on the ground and in the air. It started to scare me a bit when he could rattle off not only the name, the country it was built in, what it was used for and when, and some random facts about the design, mechanics, or that it broke a speed record in such and such year. I knew he was strange, but that just blew me away.

We had a fabulous time looking at the planes, eating dodgy food, drinking beer, and taking photos. He had wanted to get back in the early evening to get some drawing done, but we ended up staying until around 7:30pm and getting back late. It was all a purely friendly affair with no hint of romance or any such thing. We parted at King's Cross (I was off to Camden, he was going home to draw) with a hug and a friendly peck on the lips.

I don't mind - obviously I wished it were a bit more, but I understand his situation and to be honest, I don't think I could have a fuck-buddy who was more generous in bed. The only problem is, how is one supposed to make a booty call by posting a letter?!