I glanced out the window and I could see those young guys that were sitting at the next table from us earlier that evening all looking up at me. Was Mr. Wilson making a point to them? Did he do this on purpose? It didn’t matter; it was hot and erotic and I wanted more. He could do whatever he wanted with me. I was all his this weekend.
He then guided me onto the bed and continued to slowly seduce me. He took it very slowly. He made me feel comfortable and relaxed. He ran his hands and lips all over my body as I just lay there for him. He slowly and gently kissed and suckled my nipples. My nipples were incredibly swollen and erect. He was enjoying my breasts and even commented on how firm and beautiful they were.
His attention then slowly moved down my body to my legs. He began kissing and licking my toes, slowly removing my heels. He slowly began moving up my legs. By the time he got between my thighs, I was begging for more. He had me craving more. I found myself asking him to fuck me…”Please fuck me Mr. Wilson… please.”
Instead, he slowly began giving me oral. OMG, he had me so worked up.
He took his time, and he knew exactly what he was doing. He sucked on my clit like a master. Not too hard, not too soft, but just right. Orally, no man before him took as much time and effort to satisfy me as did Mr. Wilson. As he stimulated my aroused clit, he was fingering me. Not finger fucking me like all the boys did, but curling his finger up and stimulating my G spot.
I began to have multiple orgasms… one after another. Mr. Wilson was relentless. He had a hold of my ass and his face was buried between my legs.
“Oooh… my god… stop….. no don’t stop… ohhh…” He had me climbing the walls in ecstasy.
I had to have him inside of me. No man had ever gotten me into that kind of state. I never had to beg for a man to fuck me. Mr. Wilson had turned the tables on me. I just couldn’t wait any longer.
I pushed his head away as my body quivered and spasmed from a remarkable orgasm. I was feeling weak and drained, but I knew if I continued to lie there, Mr. Wilson would have orally attacked my pussy again. It was time for me to make my move.
I managed to jump up and yank his pants and boxers off. I quickly put him in my mouth to taste him and lube him up. Then I climbed on top of him and slowly lowered myself onto him. I was so wet that he just slid in. I don’t think I ever craved a man’s cock as much as then. I selfishly rode him hard and fast until he succumbed to my craving. He shot his load deep inside of me as I came again.
I fell down on the bed next to him, exhausted but satisfied. Mr. Wilson, what have you done to me? He held me in his arms and we fell asleep.
The next morning, I woke first. As he lay there sleeping, I proceeded to awaken him with a morning blow job. The night before, he had me so worked up that I never gave him the proper blow job he deserved. He was very appreciative and suggested I wake him every morning in the same manner. I was more than happy to.
That weekend, I had a new appreciation for oral sex. Mr. Wilson brought me to a climax over and over. I don’t even recall how many orgasms I had that weekend. Mr. Wilson had the best oral skills of any man I had ever known.
I did everything for Mr. Wilson that weekend. He made me feel special, and I showed him my appreciation in return. Mr. Wilson introduced me to another world. We ate at nice restaurants and had a great time at the beach. This was all new to me, and I loved it. So this was how the other half lived. I was treated like a lady and I enjoyed it.
No more dumb, poor, immature boys for me. I loved older men and how they treated me.
I returned to work on Monday morning and said good morning to Mr. Wilson as he walked by like nothing ever happened.
About four months later, Mr. Wilson called me into his office and told me to close the door… This time it was Los Angeles for five days. I didn’t have to ask Jenny this time.
True story.