Without a Word

This event happened about two weeks ago. I came home from a busy week working, nothing but numbers, hotel rooms and lousy dinners.

No surprise I was aroused when I heard her voice on my cellphone. 'Hi, Arthur, are you on your way home? because you can always stop at my place if you like.' Lydia, 28, divorced without kids, living two blocks away, and what a woman. I still haven't figured out why her husband left her in the first place. But then again, people said my ex wife was gorgeous too.

Two hours later I stopped at her place and rang. She opened the door and let me in, asking me about my week. I told her the story and wanted to shower. She arranged some towels and I grabbed a clean set of clothes, stepping into the bathroom. The shower was heaven, but I was still stuck with a boner from hell, and just as I stepped out of the shower, drying off, Lydia came in, looking at the floor and saying something like, 'Sorry to bother you Arthur, but I have to grab a fresh pair of soap bars for the kitchen.' She bent over before me and the view of that divine butt drove me wild. I started wanking off right away, hoping she wouldn't notice. But she did.

Turning round, all smiles, she kneeled before me and watched closely how my foreskin got pulled back by the force of my hard strokes. My cockhead got purple and swollen and, without a word, she closed her hand around the shaft of my penis. That was it. I came like a fountain. She looked at me with widening eyes. I finished cumming and fell to the floor. She kissed me on the forehead. Just a long look in my eyes. That's all it took to fall in love.

Yesterday I popped the question. Late December we'll marry.