She licked my cock up and down a few times, circling her tongue around the head, her eyes never leaving mine. Considering I was as horny as she’d been, I knew I wasn’t going to last too long. Couldn’t remember the last time I’d been blown. The ex-wife… Eh, best stop thinking about the bitch. Cindy slowly took most of my cock in her mouth in one smooth move of her head, quickly bobbing up and down on my cock, her tongue driving me wild.
“Fuck,” I grunted, running my fingers through her brunette hair.
Looking up, she smiled around my cock as it popped out of her mouth. “I’m going to swallow every drop, Mark,” she said before my cock disappeared again.
Honestly, I was having a difficult time remembering a better blowjob, or at least one done as enthusiastically. Her fingers were gently fondling my balls at the same time. I couldn’t help but look at her, almost in disbelief that someone so beautiful had chosen to approach me two nights previous.
“I’m close,” I warned her. Her eyes lit up again as her head bobbed up and down quicker, almost a desperate need to make me cum. Continuing to stroke her hair, I had to take a couple of deep breaths as I felt the orgasm bubbling up.
“Oh fuck,” I groaned. The first spurt did catch her by surprise, but she was ready for the rest. I relaxed back on the chair as I felt myself empty completely. Beat jerking off back at my apartment, that was for sure. As I relaxed, Cindy kept sucking me until I was empty, her tongue then cleaning up, down and around my cock.
“Yummy,” she whispered, putting away my cock and doing everything up before sitting on my lap and kissing me. “I wanted to do that as soon as we got back here last night,” she admitted.
“I should have said yes!”
We ate breakfast together before she gave me a tupperware box with some pasta and sauce she’d cooked at the same time. Certainly better than a boring sandwich. I thanked her profusely. “I take care of the man in my life,” she said sweetly.
Heading downstairs together, we kissed one last time before getting into our respective cars. “I’ll call tonight,” I said, “I have the kids next weekend. Friday night through to Sunday afternoon. Well, my daughter…”
“Is it too early to meet this daughter of yours?”
“I have no idea. I’ve been single for over a year and I don’t know the rules.”
“Your ex-wife?”
“I have no interest in her private life. Long as it doesn’t affect my kids, she can do what she wants.” I took her hands in mine. “I would like to see you again soon though.”
“Then we’ll figure something out. What do you normally do with your daughter?”
“Honestly? Whatever she wants.”
“Wrapped around her finger, are you?”
“Probably worse now. Gives the ex-wife another thing to bitch at me about.” I sighed. “I’ll call you tonight regardless. Want to meet up during the week?”
“I’d love to.”
“Then we’ll figure it out as we go.”
Walking into my office at the mechanics, having been the manager of the place for five years now, I was left alone for the first hour before Mike and Chris both walked in and shut the door. Glancing up from my laptop, they sat across from me with expectant looks on their faces. “What?” I asked.
“So…” I gestured for Mike to elaborate. “So how’d it go?”
“How did what go?”
“You left with Cindy. Chris and I know her by sight rather well. She’s a semi-regular in that place.”
“I assumed so considering she knew the lady behind the bar and they seemed to be friends.”
They shared a glance. “You know, don’t you?” Chris asked, “She’s already told you.”
“Of course. She was very brave. I know confessing something like could be potentially harmful in more ways than one.”
They shared another glance before they grinned. “You like her,” Mike said.
“I stayed at hers last night.”
“Holy shit!” Chris exclaimed, “Seriously?”
“I’m not going into details. But she’s a lovely woman and there’s definitely a spark between us. Natalie will be at mine this weekend. I’m already thinking of inviting Cindy over.”
“And the fact she’s… you know…” Mike made a certain gesture. “You don’t mind?”
“No, I don’t. Already seen her naked, know what’s going on regarding that. It’s not a big deal to me. To many others, it would be a dealbreaker. She knows and understands that. I’ve assured her I like her for her.”
They both grinned before Mike looked at Chris. “When was the last time we saw him this happy?”
“Fucking years, to be honest. Spent far too long putting up with the other bitch.”
“I’m not counting chickens regarding Cindy. We’ve barely known each other for three days. But I think there’s a base here for something good, long as I don’t fuck it up. Now, I’m sure you have customer cars to take care of out there.”
“Well, Chris, looks like the three of us finally got lucky on the weekend,” Mike said, both men standing up, laughing to themselves as they left me alone.
I called Cindy the next couple of nights as she didn’t get home from the city until late each night. Wednesday night, though, she called me as soon as she was in the door, asking if I wanted to go to a nearby club for dinner. It was a fine idea, driving over to pick her up, Cindy dressed in a yellow sundress this time, tight to her body, showing off her spectacular leg. I got out and opened the door for her, earning one hell of a kiss, the sort that ended up with her pressed against the car, the idea of going out almost disappearing before she mentioned something about dinner and drinks.
Taking her by the hand as we entered the premises, I noticed quite a few glances in her direction. She was gorgeous, she knew it, I knew it, and I felt myself walk even taller, aware that such a stunning creature was on my arm. “They’re jealous of you,” she whispered.
“Can you blame them?” I looked around then met her eyes. “Can’t see anyone who looks better in here than you.”
“Talk like that will get you in my panties later.” She stood up on her tiptoes close to my ear. “You won’t have to worry about removing a bra, at least,” she whispered, “One of the good things about fake tits. They just sit there most of the time.”
Chuckling to myself, we found a table, and after checking the menu, I placed our orders for food at the counter before heading to the bar, buying us a drink each. Conversation flowed easily again, mentioning the fact my two friends recognised her. She didn’t know them well at all, admitting she kept to herself more often than not, only conversing with friends and those she knew well.
“Do you get women trying to pick you up?” I wondered.
“Of course. So I have to shoot them down rather quickly. Most are nice about it, but I’ve had more than my fair share of nasty comments too. It can be difficult at times, which is why girls like me are usually so careful telling people the truth.”
“I don’t really know,” I admitted, “I mean, I was married for nearly ten years. The world sure went and changed in some ways during that time.”
“But you… accepted me immediately…” she said, smiling at me.
“Yep.” I didn’t think I needed to add anything to that.
Finishing dinner, we had another drink before I drove us home. Stopping outside her apartment block, I turned towards her. “Want to stay at mine tonight?”
She grinned broadly. “Give me five minutes.”
Ten minutes later, she opened the door, threw a bag in the back seat, before sliding into the passenger seat, leaning over to kiss my cheek. Holding my hand the entire way, thankful I drove an automatic, she moved over enough that she could lean across and against me. Parking my car, I led her up to my apartment. As soon as I shut and locked the door, she practically leapt on me, her bag ending up on the floor by the front door.
“I’ve missed you,” she admitted.
“Missed you too,” I replied, our mouths barely parting otherwise as I led her to the bedroom. Wasn’t as tastefully decorated as her bedroom. Honestly, it was the bedroom of a single man who had gone through a bitter divorce. Sheets were always clean, though. Nothing better than sliding into a bed with clean sheets.
Clothing was removed quickly before we were down to our underwear. Her breasts were perfect and, while we both knew they were fake, they were not obviously fake. Noticing her nipples were rock solid, she smiled at my reaction. “They’re still very sensitive too,” she whispered. Meeting her eyes, I took one of them in finger and thumb, giving it a gentle squeeze and pull. Her reaction earned a grin. “Mark, do you want to make love tonight?”
“Um… stupid question but how?”
“Not a stupid question. I have lube. I want you to make love to me.” She rested her hands against my chest. “Have you thought about the other way?” I nodded. “Does that… concern you?”
“No, it doesn’t. I just wasn’t sure if you were interested… you know, being a woman.”
She smiled. “It’s one of the reasons why I’m not going to lop it off. I still love to feel myself get hard. I still love to stroke myself to orgasm. And I still love to fuck and cum in someone, though I prefer having love made to me.”
I kissed her softly. “Good to know. Something we can discuss later, right?”