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A black tie adventure with doesntsing

For a man whose perfect day involves hiking out into the wilderness alone to track a rare animal, an evening at a fancy party is not something to look forward to. The only consolation is in having good company to share it with. Making sure his friend has a good time is a much better goal than schmoozing the other guests.

After going through the ordeal of renting a tuxedo, and a car, he's around to pick Miriam up at the address she provided. Muldoon is uncomfortable in the unfamiliar clothing, and apprehensive about surviving an upper class dinner, but at least he knows he'll be in some good company. Worst comes to worst, Miriam will have some extra material to work with for her shows.

Ringing the doorbell, Muldoon tries not to look as awkward as he feels.

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“Oh, how fancy.” Midge thinks for a moment. “I’d better have wine. I’ve had enough liquor already tonight. Red, if you have it.”

She gets out of bed and stretches, debating whether or not to put on one of the hotel’s robes. She decides not to, for now, and walks over naked to join Robert at the mini fridge.

"Of course."

Two ridiculously small bottles are pulled out of the fridge so he can close off the chill, and then he grabs the glasses and gets to pouring. He very purposefully does not look around. He can hear her moving, and see her from the corner of his eye. Only when the drinks are poured does he allow himself to get distracted.

Turning around he smiles as he looks her up and down and hands her the glass. Then he offers up his own for a toast.

"To new adventures."

She grins when he looks her up and down, then clinks her glass against his. “L’chaim,” she replies.

Now her eyes are doing a bit of wandering too. Robert is middle-aged, certainly, but his body is in great shape, if not a bit banged up from being attacked by various animals. His thighs are particularly impressive.

The more her eyes wander, the more a strange smile works across his face. It's not his scars he's thinking about (of which there are many), but he is considering her reaction.

Leaning back against the dresser, he tilts his head at her. "You made a face when we first got undressed. What was that for?"

“I did?” she asks, then remembers what he’s talking about. “Oh!” Midge laughs lightly and actually blushes a little. “You’re, um… the first uncircumcised man that I’ve ever seen. I think you’re the first non-Jewish man I’ve slept with, actually.”

Congratulations, Robert?

When a woman reacts strangely to seeing your cock, you don't forget it. So he raises an eyebrow, ready to remind her when she realises what he's talking about and explains.

It's his turn to be surprised. "Really?"

He has to take a second to consider his next question. There are many, but it would be easy to ask one which would come across badly.

"Was that by design, or...?"

Midge sips her wine and takes a deep breath. “I don’t know how much you know about Judaism or Jewish culture, but Jewish parents tend to vastly prefer that their children marry within the religion. I’d guess it’s to ensure the survival of the religion, since, you know, they tried to wipe us out about 20 years ago.” Only she can be glib about the Holocaust. “Temple becomes a big part of your social life, so that’s who you meet and date. I met Joel in college, but I knew I wanted to marry a Jewish man. That’s what good Jewish girls do.”

Midge walks slowly towards him, closing the gap between them. “Now, I’m divorced, and I can sleep with whomever I want to, non-Jews included.” She wraps her arms around his neck. “Just so happens that you’re not Jewish, and that’s not a dealbreaker for me. But your cock was strange when I first saw it.”

Jewish culture isn't something he's had much exposure to, but Midge probably guessed that. It just gives him another reason to listen, and try not to be distracted as she slinks towards him.

"I don't know how much you know about men, but that's not generally the most encouraging thing to hear."

His free hand strokes up and down her back, enjoying the curve of it. Given his smile, he's not actually offended. Just very amused.

“I’m sure,” Midge says with a smile. “But your cock works as well as the other ones, better than some of the other ones, actually.” Her gaze turns downwards to where it hangs flaccid, though still impressive. “Looks aren’t everything.”

She takes another sip of her wine and leans in to kiss along his jaw. “What turns you on?” she murmurs to him between kisses.

Muldoon's smile widens, wondering if Midge is being so critical on purpose or by accident. It doesn't bother him either way. Like she said, she enjoyed it no matter what he looks like. "Looks aren't something you have to ever worry about."

For a moment he's busy resisting the urge to scratch his jaw, but that question catches him out. He tilts his head at her with a strange smile. "Are you looking for round two?"

She likes seeing him smile like that, considering that he’s not prone to doing so. She likes being the reason that he’s smiling.

Midge raises her head to look up at him, a smile playing at her lips. “Of course I am. Did you think we were finished?”

If he’s tired, she won’t push him, but he doesn’t seem tired. Midge can give him more recovery time if needs it.

While he's not particularly tired, he is surprised that she's looking for more. If he'd known there would be multiple rounds he might have eased up a bit on the first go. Maybe. But probably not.

"I wouldn't want to seem ungrateful for as much as I got."

Then he looks away for a moment, thinking until he looks back at her. "I get turned on by my partner knowing what they want. I get turned on by letting go of propriety and just enjoying each other. Which is usually when I get a bit overzealous."

Taking a sip of whiskey, he pauses, lips pressed together for a second as he looks at her as if considering whether to continue or not. But hell, why not?

"I enjoy a bit of biting, scratching, that sort of thing." With a vague gesture to one of his scars and a shrug, he adds, "I can handle it."

“What if what I want is to ride on top of you?” Midge asks. “I’m sure we could lose all sense of propriety with that.” He seems very active in bed, so it might be difficult for him to be on the bottom. Honestly, if he flips her over halfway through, she won’t be devastated.

The scratching and biting is a little surprising and Midge raises her eyebrows as she considers it. “We may have to work up to that,” she says, “but I do like a little nibble…”

She leans in and gives his neck a gentle bite. “I can dig my nails into your back.”

Alright, now the smile is permanently glued to his face, regardless of his instinct to smother it. "You can ride on top of me as much as you want."

To show his appreciation, he hums at the bite, and then lowers his voice to a rumble. "You can scratch me, or bite me, or pull my hair, or do none of it. Your excitement makes me excited."

Looking at her properly then he turns the question back to her. "What turns you on, Midge?"

She’s glad that he seems so keen on her being on top. Midge prefers to switch with her partner, depending on what each of them might want or need.

It’s not surprising that he asks the question in return, and Midge pauses to think about her answer. “Men who know what they’re doing in bed, though I don’t mind showing them.” A woman’s pleasure is more complex than a man’s and not as easy to achieve. She likes when a man can take instruction and learns how to please her.

Midge blushes a little as she realizes that she’s about to get somewhat graphic, but it’s not like Robert is some shrinking violet. “I like when a man goes down on me or touches me… puts his fingers inside me.”

She bites her lip. This is, perhaps, more embarrassing, but he was brave enough to share with her. “I like being praised, told that I’m doing a good job or that I’m a good girl.”

Give and take is as important in the bedroom as it is anywhere else. Muldoon usually likes to involve a little wrestling, but Midge can't afford to have bruises the same way he can.

Muldoon is definitely not a shrinking violet. He listens carefully, not blushing or interrupting as she shares what she wants. Especially since some of this is not what he's used to doing. But what's life about if not trying new things?

Still, he's careful as he speaks, keen not to make either of them embarrassed. They're both adults having a wonderfully dirty conversation.

"I haven't gone down on a woman before, so I hope you'll forgive my inexperience." Tipping his head briefly he continues, "And I'm not good at speaking during sex. I can try, but I don't want to be... condescending. Or say something ridiculous." He gives her an apologetic smile then. "You're a little distracting, after all."

“Really?” She asks in surprise. “Never?” Maybe the women he’s been with in the past haven’t been so bold as to ask for it.

“We don’t have to do anything that you’re not comfortable with,” Midge continues, “especially if I leave you tongue tied.”

And who knows? Maybe she’ll find that she enjoys a bit of wrestling in bed.

She kisses him again, a deep, long kiss that lets her taste the whiskey on his mouth. Then, she slips her hand in his and tugs him towards the bed.

"Never." Nobody had ever asked him, and he'd never thought to suggest it. Often things were so busy being hot and heavy that there wasn't much time given to anything like that.

The glass is quickly set on the dresser so that he can follow her. He lets his eyes wander appreciatively over her body. Once they get to the bed, however, he pauses to pull her close and kiss her again. Arms wrapped around her, tongue seeking out hers, for a few moments of intensity before they continue moving.

“I have to admit, the idea that you’ve never gone down on a woman before is kind of appealing.”

Midge can almost feel his eyes on her and the way Robert looks at her makes her feel like the only woman in the world.

When he pulls her close, she leans in to the kiss, her tongue moving back against his. She can feel her arousal starting to grow again. Robert is the type who likes his sex on the frenzied side. Midge doesn’t mind matching that energy, but she wonders if she can show him how good sex can be when you slow it down and make it sensual.

Well that wasn't the response he'd expected. He'd thought she'd be put off. "Why's that?"

Muldoon does fall pretty quickly into wild rutting. Most of his partners have expected it from him. Besides which, slow, sensual sex is more emotional. It's harder to hide in intimacy like that. Ironically the gentler approach is more intimidating for a man who likes to keep his cards close to his chest.

None of which is on his mind right now. Instead his focus is on her as he decides to have a bit of fun. Hopefully Midge won't mind being scooped up so that he can go to the side of the bed and scoot himself onto it before laying her down on his lap. Honestly he just wants to hear her laugh again, and a bit of cheekiness can't hurt.

It’s definitely more intimate. Maybe someday the two of them can get there.

Before she can answer, Robert is scooping her up in his arms and Midge is squealing in delight. She laughs as he puts her down in his lap.

“Because, then I can teach you to eat me out exactly the way that I like,” she says cheekily.

"Well there's no point learning any other way," he quips back before pulling her into another kiss. He brought them here, like this, to lean into Midge's desires. But kissing her now, he realises he's going to have a hard time not taking control.

In fairness, he always has a hard time giving up control.

Midge runs her fingers through his hair as she kisses him, tugging at it slightly. She moves to straddle his lap, facing him. If he ends up tossing her to the bed in the middle of sex, she won’t mind, but maybe Robert will find that he enjoys having her ride on top of him.

Still kissing him, she reaches down between their bodies and wraps her fingers around his cock. She strokes him slowly up and down, trying to get him hard for her.

The fact that she listened to him pleases Muldoon as much as the hair tugging itself, and he makes sure to reward her with a happy rumble. He takes the opportunity in this revised position to run his hands along her body. With them facing each other it's easy for him to cup her breasts and he intends to take fully advantage.

Having so recently come, he's not as instantaneously ready for her as he was before. But her hand on him, and his hands on her, get him back on track in good time. He moans a little against her lips, still restrained despite himself.

Remembering what Midge said before, he manages to whisper, "That feels good."

Midge has to admit, the growls that Robert makes in bed are pretty hot. She didn’t know she’d find that attractive, but she didn’t realize she’d find him attractive at all when they’d first met. It had grown over time, over getting to know him and seeing the kind of man that he is.

“You like that?” She murmurs. “You seem to like these too.” Midge pushes her chest forward into his hands. Robert’s hands are big enough that Midge feels like he’s able to get most of her breasts in them.

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