Wednesday, January 7, 2009

Great Balls of Fire

It's been months of not really making any moves.  Meetings in the bathroom are too dangerous.  Even after work.  We were on our way yesterday but were interrupted.  Too many people.  
Sometimes we're standing next to each other, and I'll go to say something suggestive, and someone will pop up.  

Sometimes I can catch Him alone before his classes, but lately that doesn't work at all. There are people who share the space hanging around.

"This has got to stop!" I told Him today.  "Geez!  I never get any time alone."

He rolls his eyes.  He knows.

"Is this the day you get a blow job?"

"I hope so!  When?  Where?"

"Not here.  I don't care where else.  You figure it out."

Would this be the day we do more than trade 30 seconds of affection?  Hard to tell.

Two hours before the end of the the work day:  I pass by Him.  "You have two hours to come up with a plan."

He was on the phone.  I don't know if He heard me.

A few minutes later appears at my side.  "Kids taken care of after school?"

"Yep. As far as I know.  I'll confirm.  What?  You coming over?"

"Sure."

"You must be desperate!"

He laughs, "Why do you say that?"

"This has been going on for months and you've never done it before."

After the day is over, He stops in.  My address in hand.  "So, where is this place?"  I gave Him directions.  He knows the place.  Kind of.  "You sticking around for a while?"

"A few minutes."

A half hour later, I noticed that His car was not in the parking lot.  For some reason I thought He was still there.  A few blocks up I see Him at the light, but He takes a different route than I do.  I will surely make it there before He does.

I left the door open to make it easy.  "So this is the place."

"Yeah.  I guess."

He puts jacket, hat, and bag on the table.  I stand there, not sure what to do.

"I'm not going to lie.  I'm nervous."  

He chuckles.  "Why?"

"I don't know."

He pulls me forward to kiss me, "Are you nervous about being caught?  Of just nervous?"

What am I nervous about?  Everything.  I'm not the scoundrel His is.  But I'm about to be.

I guide Him to the couch, and He makes Himself comfortable in the corner.  "Nope.  Move over.  I'm going to sit on your lap."  He looked wary.

"Don't worry.  I'm not going to hurt you."

We made out for a few minutes.  I took off my shirt and bra.  He loves my tits.  My tits aren't anything great, but he doesn't mind.  I know He's a tit man, but mine aren't that big, and they aren't that pert.  I make them look good with the proper bra. He doesn't seem at all disappointed.

"I want to see your pussy.  I want to see you make yourself cum."

It would be better if he made me come, but then the main object of this meeting was for him to get a blow job.  I'm fine with that.

I strip down.  "This is hardly fair.  I am now wearing nothing, and you are wearing everything."

"Faster getaway."

He is good at this stuff.  Such a scoundrel.

We make out while I masturbate.  "Why don't YOU touch me.  Feel how wet I am."

"Oh!  Babydoll, you are wet!"  He tells me as He rubs me hard.  I like it.  We've talked about how that is a miracle for women as they age.  I know.  Just not today.

He wanted me to see me cum.  I wanted to see His cock first, and hold on to it.  I'm really not that good at masturbating both of us, but I keep a hold of it, playing with it a little.  It was taking me a long time to cum, though.  Sometimes it does.  

"You can't cum!" He teases me.  How dare he!  "You're too nervous!"  I could use a little help, yo!

"Kiss me.  I want your kisses."  

Oh, the kisses.  Sometimes I want more of His kisses and He pulls away and talks when I want to suck His tongue.  But I though He might cum when I sucked His tongue like I would later suck His cock.  He started flicking His tongue over my lips like He would have done to my pussy.  Oh. My. God.  I haven't never had anyone do that before. 

When I finally came, which really wasn't that long, I had just a few seconds to recover before I knelt down on the floor in front of Him and started sucking.  Women are like that.  We can just have a great orgasm, which mine was okay (I would have liked it better if He were in me when I came, but He was sucking on my neck so good that I was in heaven) and then finish the guy off.  Guys are often out of commission after they cum.  

He stripped off His pants.  No underwear.  I caught Him that way a few days ago. Interesting.  I kissed the inside of His thigh, "I love these big balls.  I really want to kiss the."  Seriously!  They are so big!  I kissed them and sucked them, and He seemed to like it, but I knew He would be impatient is I lingered too long.  He's already told me in so many words that He likes it quick.  I don't know why.  Instant gratification, I suppose.  He already pegged me for one who likes to drag it out and torture the guy.  Hell yeah!  That's all the fun for me.  I told Him it was going to take longer than the five minutes He said He needed.  It would take ten.  (In actuality, it probably dragged on for five, when He only needed two, as He indicated later.)

I don't know what to say about how I sucked Him off.  I've been told I'm good.  But seriously...in a man's eyes, what would it take to be considered such?  

I started off slow, playing with His balls, and massaging between His balls and ass, while licking His cock from top to bottom.  Sometimes I like to lick it like an ice cream cone, nice and slow from the top down, but I knew He had not patience for that, so I just started working Him over with my mouth and tongue slowly while massaging with my other hand.  He enjoyed it very much.  I started going faster, really getting him wet with my spit, and then I switched hands so could use my right hand to stroke Him from tip to shaft while sucking Him at the same time.  That's the hot, warm mouth feel with the pressure of my grip under it in long strokes.  I continued to play with His balls and massage the spot, which I don't even know is a sweet spot for him, until he grabbed my head and forced it down on him hard, and then I started gently pull His balls down as I stroked and sucked at the same time.  It was a miracle I didn't choke because it started to go to deep, and I sometimes I have a bad gag reflex, which is unattractive.  Luckily He let me pull away a little before He hit the trigger in the back of my throat.  I knew He was going to cum, and I was able to continue to stroke Him and suck Him as He was cumming.  I can't take it if it shoots straight back into my throat.  It's much the same reason I can't do a beer bong, too.  I was proud that I took all of it.  

(He didn't even thank me or give me kudos.  If you buy a woman a shot, she thanks you.  If you give a woman "a shot," you thank her.  Don't you think?) 

He was holding His stomach after He came.  "Are you alright?" I asked.

"Okay, time to go."  He jumped up and put his pants on.  I did the same.  I knew he wouldn't be sticking around, but I was a bit surprised about how fast he jumped up.  He walked around my living room, looking at pictures and stuff. 

"What are you doing?" I asked.  He was acting like some spastic cat.

"I just like to look at people's houses."

"Mines not that great."  I didn't mean to say that I didn't like it.  I mean, it's nothing great.  "It's okay, though.  Comfy.  Can I get you a drink or something?  Water?  I think I need one."  Hello?  To wash the taste down.  It didn't taste bad at all, actually.  I wondered if it would make me sick to my stomach later since he is a smoker.

As He put His coat and hat on, I noticed He was still rubbing His stomach.  I know I've come so hard my stomach hurts sometimes, but I've never seen a guy do that.  

"Why are you rubbing your stomach?"

"I think I pulled a muscle."  

"Seriously?  How did you do that?"  

"I don't know.  I guess I came so hard."

"Oh, for crying out loud!"

"Where did you learn to do that?"

"Do what?" I asked.  Any specific move?  How I give guys cramps?

"All of it! What you just did to me?"

"I don't know.  Would you think of me less if I said that I have experience?"

"Would YOU think less of me?"

"Oh course, not!  I love you!"  

"That's right!"  He chuckled.  When this thing first started up, He told me that I had to tell Him that I love Him.  It is the craziest fucked-up shit I have ever heard.  What guy wants to hear that?  It usually freaks them out!

A few kisses, and He was gone.

It finally happened.  I don't feel too bad.  But we'll wait until I'm alone with myself in the dark thinking, "What the hell did I do?"


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