I’d been out on the town with my girls one night. We were just looking for some action, scoping out some hot studs. But I don’t know where the hell they all were. It was boring as hell.
So, we decided to call it an early night. I said good-bye to them and then headed to the bathroom before I left. While I was there I realized that I’d left my scarf at the table so I headed back to see if it was still there. When I got back to the table the girls had all cleared out but there was a super hot looking guy sitting there by himself.
“Hi there,” I said as I gave him the once over. “I was sitting there before you got here and I think I forgot my scarf. Have you seen it? It’s pink.”
He smiled, thinking it was just an excuse to talk to him, but when he realized I was serious he looked around and realized he was sitting on it. He pulled it out from underneath him. Before long we were talking up a storm. When I asked him if he was waiting for someone he said no so I suggested that we go back to my place where it would be quieter and we could talk. Of course, I had no intention of doing much talking.
He quickly agreed and followed me back in his car. As he followed me inside my apartment, I could feel his eyes on my ass. I was wearing a very short skirt that hugged my curves and very few men could resist that.
Once inside I offered him a drink. He accepted so I went to the little bar that I kept stocked just off to the side of my living room. After I gave him his drink I didn’t give him much time to drink it though. What little conversation we had ended when I placed my hand on the bulge I could see clearly through the thin fabric of the khaki pants he wore. That was all the incentive he needed.
He threw me back on the couch and practically ripped my clothing off. Just what I liked – a man who knew how to take control. What few words that followed for the rest of the night were very dirty.
“So, you were just looking for some action weren’t you? Quite the slutty milf you are in that short skirt!”
“So what are you going to do about it?” I taunted him.
“I’m going to give you just what you want – but not until I get what I want first!”
He pulled his cock out of his pants and I was pleased to see a nice hard tool that was thick and looked good enough to eat. Which was just what I did. I clamped my lips around that thick shaft and sucked on his rod like I hadn’t had cock in years.
His moans of pleasure were just what I expected to hear. I knew that there was no guy that could resist the talents of my tongue. I’d been giving blowjobs longer than most of the hoochies at the bars and I knew I was way more talented at this than they could ever dream of being.
And I loved sucking cock, too, and I knew that came into their pleasure factor a lot. Actually, I enjoyed licking up and down that veiny shaft so much that I almost forgot about how wet my pussy was getting. But he didn’t.
He pulled his cock out of my mouth and woke me up out of my cock sucking pleasure-fest. Sitting on the couch where he’s been before he invited me to sit on his lap.