I pushed him over onto the bed. With him sitting on the bed I knelt between his legs. I removed his shoes and socks. I undid his belt buckle and pants. I pulled them off him. As I did his cock sprung into view. I was right. It was bigger than average. Straight with a gorgeous tip.
He reached for me again.
“Stop, it’s my turn.”
He stopped. I took his cock in my hands. I liked the way it felt. I knew what I wanted to do. I wanted to suck that cock. I wanted to give him the best blow job he ever had. The problem? I’d never given a blow job before.
I looked at his cock. I kissed the tip. There was a drop of pre-cum on it. I licked it up. It tasted good. I never liked it before, today I could swallow a mouthful. I wrapped my lips around his cock. I liked the way it felt. I liked how soft the skin was but how hard the shaft was.
I remember someone telling me it was just like eating a Popsicle. I envisioned this 8″ fat Popsicle and started licking and shaking it. He moaned. I used the shaft as a handle as I bobbed up and down on it. I was loving it. I actually made noises like I was enjoying my Popsicle.
After about 3 minutes he stood up. He picked me up in his arms and threw me on the bed. He grabbed my legs and put them over his shoulders. Oh my god, he was going to eat my pussy. No one had ever done that before.
I rephrase that. No one had done it to me before. He’d obviously done it before. His tongue was amazing. I’d feel it circle my clit and then suck on it with just the right amount of pressure. I came with his face buried between my legs.
“God I love your tongue. That feels amazing. Lick my pussy. I’m cumming! I’m cumming.”
I felt it wash over me. Crashing against my pussy. A warm glow followed.
He pulled my dress off me. He climbed on top of me and kissed me, my legs spread. I reached down and guided his cock into me. This time we took it slow. Long slow strokes. He’d kiss my neck and suck on my nipples. He’d caress my breasts and kiss me again. All the time taking long slow strokes. I’d moan every time he filled me up.
He started stroking faster. I started fucking him back. I loved feeling him shove that cook in me.
“Fuck me. Fuck me. Oh my god that’s so good, it’s been so long. I love your cock. Fuck me with it.”
Soon I felt my orgasm building. This one crashed over me with wave after wave of pleasure.
“You’re making me cum. Uh, uh, uh, mmmmmm, I’m cumming. Keep fucking me. I’m cumming.”
I felt him stiffen. His cock throbbed. He was cumming. I could feel the hot jets against my pussy. I came again.
Slowly he slipped out of me. He rolled over on his back breathing heavily. I could see his softening cock glistening with his cum and my pussy juices. I leaned over him, took his cock in my mouth and sucked him clean.
We both fell asleep.
When I woke up he was gone. Well, I thought, what was I expecting. I knew this was not how relationships started. I packed my bags and went to check out at the front desk. The desk clerk said there was a message for me. He came back with an envelope and a rose.
The note read, “Sorry I had to run. I was having breakfast with my mom. I’d love to see you again. Can we have dinner one day this week? I don’t have your number. Please call me.”
He left his number and his email.
I felt good. I felt sexy. I felt beautiful. I felt strong.
I’d give it a day, but I knew I’d call.