Anonymous Pleasure

Standing under the shower, I let its warm spray wash over my body and thought back to how frustrating the day had been. Everything seemed to go wrong.

It all started when I phoned my boyfriend to tell him that my boss wanted me to travel to Rosetown for a few days to attend emergency negotiations over a contract that would be the largest our company had ever signed.

He threw a temper tantrum, saying that I had more time for work than him. When I tried to say that it wasn’t true, he told me to forget about us and slammed the phone down.

While our sexual exploits had been great, I was beginning to tire of his self-centred, me-first attitude. It wasn’t my preferred way to break off a year-long relationship, but, in some ways, I was glad it was over.

My boss took me and two other people to lunch to brief me on the negotiations to date. During the three hours we spent going over our proposal, we ate a tremendous amount of food, and I was stuffed. After it was over, though, I felt that I understood all the details and had all the knowledge to do an effective job.

As a final comment, my boss told me that the contract was particularly important to the future of the company and that it was okay to concede up to ten percent on the price if it meant getting the business.

At 3:30, I grabbed a taxi outside the restaurant to get to the airport for my 6:00 flight. I was glad that I kept a small travel case with clothes and toiletries in my office just in case this type of emergency trip came up.

When I finally got to the airport, after being in heavy traffic for almost two hours, I had to run to the check-in gate.

I got a seat, but it was in the middle of the last row of a very small plane. With the high winds and the promise of heavy rains, I knew it was going to be a rough flight.

My bad luck continued as I got on the plane. I was squished between four large men, all of whose butts overflowed their allocated seat space.

As the 6:00 plane took off, the captain announced, as I had suspected, that our two-hour flight was going to be very turbulent. He further apologized that, if it was too bad, the cabin crew would be unable to serve drinks or food.

I didn’t care about the food, as I was still full from lunch, but I would have liked a drink to ease my uncomfortable seating arrangements.

His predictions and my premonition proved to be all too true. The plane pitched through the sky like an out-of-control roller coaster ride.

The back row was the worst. With all the ups and downs and side-to-side, my boobs were being continuously jostled by the men on both sides. If it hadn’t been so uncomfortable trying to sit there, it might have been a highly erotic turn-on.

At one point I leaned forward to try to escape their pounding.

The next bump sent me up and to the right. I found my forearm in my neighbour’s lap. I pushed myself upright and apologized.

Almost as soon as I was upright again, the plane went down and to the left. As a result, I found my forearm resting in my other neighbour’s lap.

The constant jostling must have been a turn-on for him because my elbow felt a very hard cock.

Being the tease that I am, I made sure my elbow rubbed a few times while I tried to straighten up.

He was squirming in his seat as I turned to him and apologized, saying, “Sorry about that. It’s a pretty rough flight.”

He smiled back at me.

When we finally landed and deplaned, I found that my suitcase had popped open with the bumpy trip, and some of my more intimate things were hanging out the sides. One of the baggage handlers must have stuffed everything back in and closed it.

I caught a taxi to my hotel. The drive was uneventful other than I developed a sudden, intense need to pee. I got out of the taxi and rushed into the hotel to find a bathroom. I groaned when I saw a line-up three deep in front of both the lobby restrooms.

I rushed to the check-in counter, and because I was eligible for express check-in, had my key in under a minute.

I half-ran across the lobby to the elevators. Because I was in a hurry, I decided, rather than going around the lobby bar, I’d cut through it.

As I rounded a corner, I ran full tilt into a server carrying a tray of drinks. We both went down heavily. The beer and mixed drinks on her tray landed on me, soaking my suit and blouse with their stickiness.

To add insult to injury, the rough landing caused my bladder to let go, and I felt warm pee soak through my bottom. Thank goodness the smell of the beer masked the smell of the pee.

Both the server and bar manager were apologizing profusely as they tried to help me to stand.

I told the manager that it wasn’t the waitress’s fault and that I would be happy to pay for the damage I had caused. The server looked very relieved when I said this. The manager said not to worry about it because accidents do happen.

“To compensate for the accident, please send your clothes for a free cleaning by the hotel.”

“The hotel doesn’t need to do that. I was at fault for running through the bar.”

“No. No,” he exclaimed. “I’ve been complaining to the hotel manager that the poor design of the bar was going to lead to an accident just like what had happened to you. If the manager questions the line item, I’ll remind him of my complaints.”

I buttoned my suit jacket to hide my tits. The liquid that had spilled on me had made both my blouse and bra semi-transparent.

I walked, soaking wet, to the elevator. Luckily, there was no one else waiting for it, and I was able to make it to my room without another incident.

It was 9:30, and I was tired.

‘If I wasn’t twenty-six and in fairly good shape from my two aerobics sessions a week,’ I thought, ‘I’d be in really rough shape.’

Stripping off my clothes, I climbed into the shower to clean off. The water felt really good as it cascaded over my shoulders, down over my firm boobs and flat stomach, and finally down my firm, and I’ve been told, shapely legs.

‘What a day!’

I rubbed myself all over to get the stickiness of the beer and drinks off my body. Rubbing my breasts, I felt a small tingle in my crotch. The feeling intensified as I rubbed my pussy.

‘What the heck, let’s really relax,’ I thought.

I closed my eyes and spread my pussy lips so that my fingers could caress my clit. As my fingers did their work, I felt an orgasm begin to build from deep inside me. I continued to gently stroke my clit and let it wash over me. I felt so good—almost like a new woman.

Getting out of the shower, I faced the pile of smelly wet clothes that I had stripped off. The suit and blouse were going to have to be professionally cleaned, but I could rinse out my underthings.

Still naked, I called room service to ask that someone collect my things for cleaning. While I was putting them in the bag, I heard a knock on my door and a voice that said, “Room service.”

Startled, and not wanting to appear at the door naked, I threw on the hotel’s complimentary bathrobe before answering the door.

“That was fast! I haven’t even had time to put my clothes in the bag yet. Just a second.” 

The young woman said that she had been on the floor, just down the hall, when the call came in. I told her that I would like the clothes back by 8:00 the next morning, and she said they would be hanging on my door handle before then.

After locking the door, I turned back into the bathroom and rinsed out my panties, bra, camisole, garter belt, and hose in the sink.

I went out into the room to look for somewhere to hang them to dry. There was nowhere.

Looking around, I thought, ‘The curtain rod will work. The air system vent will blow air on them all night, and they’ll be dry in the morning.’

Getting some hangers from the closet, I opened the two window curtains as wide as they would go.

I put my camisole on a hanger and the other items on the bed. I tried to reach up to hang the hanger with my camisole on the curtain rod. However, my five-foot-seven-inch frame was just too short. Stretching on my tiptoes several times, I just couldn’t hook the hanger on the curtain rod.

Looking over at the building beside my hotel, I saw that it was another hotel. The two buildings must have been only thirty feet apart. Just across from my window and one floor up, I saw a good-looking man standing by his window talking on the phone. I was fairly certain that he had been watching my antics.

Deciding that if he had, I’d tease him with a little flesh.

Turning my back to him, I pulled the front of the robe a little so that it would gape open.

After turning back to face him, I stretched up, letting one of my boobs flash him. Trying to get his attention, I jumped up and down a couple of times, trying to put the hanger on the curtain rod. Glancing over, I saw him cupping his hand against the window to improve his ability to see.

‘This is going to be fun,’ I thought.

Still not reaching the curtain rod, I looked around the room for something to stand on.

I got the chair from the desk and put it near the window. I climbed up on it.

With one foot on the chair, I reached over and put one foot on the window ledge.

I made sure that I flexed my knees a little, so the housecoat gaped at the bottom and my pussy was exposed.

I glanced up to see if my audience was still watching. He was, and from the way he was adjusting the front of his pants, he was getting hot and bothered.

‘Good,’ I thought, ‘the show can continue.’

I got down and picked up my bra from the bed. With my back to the window, I used my other hand to loosen the robe some more.

I strung my bra over a hanger and climbed up on the chair again. This time I reached even further and made sure that my stretch opened my robe in a way that both my boob and my pussy were exposed.

Climbing down, I went over to the bed to get my panties. I stretched them over the hanger like a sweater. Before turning back, I made sure that the belt of the robe was undone.

Climbing back up on the chair, I stretched to expose my whole body.

I repeated my antics for my garter belt and hose. I reached over several times to make little adjustments to the way my underthings were hanging each time to make sure I flashed my audience.

Stealing a glance at him, I could see that he was getting very agitated. He was rubbing his crotch vigorously.

I was still quite full from my lunch, so I decided, at 10:30, that I wouldn’t have any dinner and, since I was tired, that I should just go to bed.

Sitting down on the bed, my robe flopped open. I looked up where my audience had been and noticed that he could see my entire bed from his vantage point.

‘What the hell,’ I thought, ‘let’s give him the whole show.’

I stood up and went back to the window to make sure my drying clothes wouldn’t interfere with his view. Returning to the bed, I peeled back both the bedspread and sheets.

Shrugging off the robe, I let it drop to the floor. Turning around, I sat on the edge of the bed, stretched my arms over my head, and then lay back on the bed. I fluffed up the pillow and stuck it behind my head.

I was lying on the bed, fully exposed to the man in the window. He had hung up the phone and was now just looking at me. I had his full attention.

I lay quietly on the bed for a minute and then started to rub my boobs. I caressed each nipple and then gave them a light pinch. I kept one hand working on my boobs while I moved the other down to my pussy.

Rubbing it all over, I moved my legs apart.

Looking up, I saw that he had dropped his pants and pulled his cock out the side of his boxer shorts. It was hard, and he was rubbing it up and down.

‘Now this was getting interesting,’ I thought to myself.

The sight of him jerking off got me wet. I lifted my knees a bit to give my hand better access to my pussy and began to work first one, and then two fingers in and out. I moved the hand that was caressing my boobs down to start working on my clit.

Looking up again, I noticed that my man was starting to rub his cock faster and faster.

I continued to watch him as I worked my fingers in and out of my slit faster and faster. My other hand worked my clit more and more vigorously.

My orgasm started to build.

My friend was starting to move his hips as he pumped his cock harder and harder.

I was getting close and slowed down my fingers to keep myself at the edge of my orgasm.

I was waiting for him to cum before I pushed myself over the edge.

His hips moved faster and faster. As his thrusts became increasingly exaggerated, I pushed myself closer to the edge.

Suddenly, he thrust forward once, twice, and a third time, and I thought that I could see his cum spurting out of his cock onto the window.

Seeing that pushed me over the edge.

My legs stiffened, and I began to shudder all over. I shook and shook for a couple of minutes. I looked up and saw the man leaning against his window, totally exhausted by his masturbation.

‘That was great,’ I thought to myself.

I pulled up the sheet and turned off the light. I went to sleep quickly, having been totally relaxed.

The next morning, I woke to the sun streaming through my window. It warmed the sheet that was covering me, making the bed warm and comfy.

I slowly opened my eyes and noticed that the man was back at his window talking on the phone. This time he was wearing a terrycloth robe. He looked like he was looking into my room again.

I closed my eyes and thought, ‘With the sun shining in on the bed, I’m sure that he can see me in bed. Let’s give him another show.’

I stretched my arms up and my legs straight and moved the sheet so that my boobs were uncovered.

Rolling to the centre of the bed and back, I got the sheets away from the rest of my body.

I kept my eyes on him as I used my hands to cup and massage my boob. I could see that my actions were having the effect I wanted. The front of the man’s robe was beginning to tent out.

Two or three times I moved both hands down my body until they were between my legs.

I then pulled my knees up, spread them apart, and began to work on my cunt. The warmth of the sun intensified the feeling I was beginning to have.

As I watched him, one of his hands moved inside his robe. The other undid the belt of the robe so that his hard cock was fully exposed to me.

I was so wet that I could stick two fingers into my pussy right at the start. I moved them in and out until I was well lubricated.

I then started to caress my clit. Every time I touched it, my body shuddered.

As I was doing this, the man leaned against his window frame and began to pump his cock harder and harder.

Watching him and moving my fingers over my clit brought me to the edge of an orgasm very quickly.

I kept myself at the edge as I watched him begin to thrust his hips forward. He started slowly and then got faster and faster.

I began to work my fingers faster and faster too. My orgasm exploded just as I watched him spurt his cum all over the window. He leaned forward and rested against the window frame, still looking into my room.

I quickly got up from the bed and walked over to the window. I waved at him and gave him the thumbs-up sign. He looked embarrassed and tried to cover himself. He then thought better of it and, with a laugh, waved back and bowed. I curtsied to him and then cupped my boobs to him.

I took down my underthings from the curtain rod and put them on. I opened the door slightly and got my clean clothes from the door handle where the hotel had left them. I got dressed, put on some makeup, and left for my meetings.

It was a wonderful day. The customer was extremely impressed with the confidence with which I answered all their concerns. I worked with them and ensured that they were comfortable with the value that they would receive from giving us the contract.

At 5:00, I asked if they were satisfied with our proposal.

I was really happy that they said yes and that they would sign the contract right then.

I phoned my boss and gave him the news.

He was incredibly happy, especially since I hadn’t had to make any concessions on the price to close the deal.

“I’m taking the red eye back tonight, and I’ll bring the signed contract back to the office tomorrow afternoon.”

“No, you won’t,” he replied. “I just asked Alice to rebook your flight for tomorrow afternoon in business class. I want you to enjoy Rosetown this afternoon and have a great meal somewhere on the company.”

I left the customer’s office with the contract in my briefcase. It had been a wonderful day, and I decided to walk the few blocks back to my hotel.

Strolling back and enjoying the day, I thought that I recognized the man standing ahead of me at the stoplight.

As we crossed the street, I hurried a bit and looked at him from the side.

It was the man that I had put on a show for the previous night and this morning. I began to redden as I thought to myself, ‘Should I say anything to him or just drop back and let it be?’

As I was thinking this, he looked over at me. There was a jolt of recognition in his eyes.

“Oh, it’s you,” he said. “How, uh, how, uh, how are you feeling?” His face turned bright red as he thought about what he had just said.

“I’m great!” I said, ignoring his embarrassment. “I’ve just closed a really big deal, and I’m feeling fantastic! I’m Jane, by the way.” 

“And I’m Mark,” he said as we shook hands.

I decided that I’d take the bull by the horns and said, “Thanks for helping! I think our session this morning relaxed me so much that I came across really well with the client.” 

He turned even redder as he stuttered, “You’re, uh, re, welcome. Glad I, uh, I could be of help.” His obvious embarrassment was cute.

Slowly getting over his discomfort, he said, “It was really incredible for me too. I was shocked, though, when you waved to me. I didn’t think that you could see me. I don’t normally jerk off in public, but the sight of you doing it was just too much.” 

I said, “I was in a teasing, show-off mood last night. I had one of those days. I just felt like exposing myself to some good-looking man and giving both of us some anonymous pleasure.” 

“What do you mean last night?” he said.

“What you saw last night was no accident,” I said. “I saw you talking on the phone while I was hanging up my wet clothes and decided to give you a show.” 

“It was some show,” he said. “I really enjoyed it.” 

“So, I saw,” I said with a chuckle. “It seemed like you really got into it too.” 

We chatted back and forth for a couple of minutes before he asked, “What are you doing for dinner this evening? I know this great chef who does a fantastic job cooking just about anything. His specialty is rack of lamb in a light red wine sauce. He’s a friend of mine who’ll make sure that it’s done to perfection for you.” 

“That sounds great,” I said. “Where is this magnificent restaurant?” 

“The one in my hotel. It’s called Chez Bernard,” he said.

“You know the chef at Chez Bernard?”

“Come back with me to my hotel while I drop off my briefcase.” I said, “And then I’ll walk over with you.” 

We chatted lightly as we walked back.

I left him in the lobby as I went up to my room and dropped off my briefcase. While I was there, I quickly changed out of my suit into a form-fitting black sheath dress that showed off my figure. To make the dress look its best, it must be worn without a bra or camisole, so I ditched them too.

When I came back into the lobby, he greeted me with a great big smile and said, “You look wonderful. That dress is fantastic!” 

As we left my hotel to go to his, he turned to me and said, “If you want, we can have our meal in a private room.” 

“What do you mean?” I said.

“If I’m not being too presumptuous, my friend the chef will prepare our food and send it up to my room. What do you think?” 

Glancing at him, I thought, ‘What the hell. After seeing him jerk off, I want to have him.’

I said, “That sounds like a much nicer place than a public restaurant.” 

He asked, “What do you want to eat?”

“That rack of lamb sounds good.”

“What’s your preference for wine?”

“I love a light red like a Beaujolais.”

We stopped at the restaurant’s hostess’ desk as we came into his hotel. Mark ordered two racks of lamb with asparagus and puffed potatoes. He also ordered a couple of appetizers to be sent up quickly, a bottle of Cote de Rhone, and a thermos of coffee.

The hostess smiled as she said, “Excellent choices, Mr. King. I’ll let Gerry know.”

We went up to his room. Asking what I wanted to drink before dinner, he went to the minibar to fix us drinks. Just as he served my scotch, there was a knock at the door announcing the arrival of our appetizers.

A waiter brought in a small rolling table with two fold-up chairs that he set up. He laid the table, set out the appetizers, and left.

As I went to sit down, Mark pulled out my chair for me and pushed it in as I sat down. I caught him looking down the front of my dress at my boobs as I looked up to thank him for being a gentleman.

‘He’s still looking,’ I thought, ‘this is going to be a great night.’

We chatted about this and that as we drank our drinks and nibbled on the appetizers.

It turned out that we both lived in Ravenstown, about ten minutes from each other. We both liked kayaking, running, and golf. He liked to watch soccer, while I liked to watch baseball. We weren’t the same but did share a lot of likes and dislikes.

About forty-five minutes later, there was another knock on the door. This time, as the food was wheeled in, Mark said, “Hi Gerry. Thanks for doing this for me. By the way, this is Jane. She’s on a highly successful business trip from Ravenstown.” 

“Welcome, Jane,” said Gerry. “No problem, Mark. I’m glad to do it for my best primary school buddy.” 

Gerry laid out the food and wished us a bon appétit as he left us to eat.

“A primary school buddy?” I said to Mark.

“Yes,” said Mark. “I’ve known Gerry since grade three. We went to different universities but stayed connected. Now, we see each other whenever we come to each other’s cities.” 

“It’s great that you’ve had such a close friend for such a long time,” I said.

I tasted my lamb and exclaimed, “You were right, this is wonderful. It’s the best lamb I’ve ever tasted.” 

We continued to chat as we ate. The sexual tension, however, was beginning to build. I dropped my napkin on the floor and made sure that Mark could see my boobs as I bent over to pick it up.

I excused myself to go to the bathroom. While I was in the bathroom, I took off my panties and stuffed them in my purse. As I came back in, Mark stood up and held my chair for me. As I sat down, I hunched my shoulders to make sure the front of my dress gaped so he could get a good look at my boobs.

He picked up my napkin and brushed my boobs with his arm and my thighs with his fingers as he put it back in my lap. I jerked slightly with both touches.

As he sat down, he knocked his knife onto the floor under the table. As he went under the table to get it, I spread my legs wide to expose my uncovered pussy.

I knew he had peeked by the soft gasp I heard. I noticed that Mark was squirming in his chair after he came back up with his knife.

As we finished eating, Mark poured us each a coffee from the thermos. We sat back, across the table from each other, and sipped it.

I stretched by moving my arms up and back. My hard nipples made an impression on the front of the dress. I looked at Mark with a sly smile on my lips.

He looked at me and, as he got up from his chair and came around behind me, said, “You look tense. Would you like a neck rub?” 

‘I’d like more than that rubbed,’ I thought but said, “That sounds good. It’s a bit stiff.” 

He began to knead my neck muscles with his strong fingers.

He had wonderful hands, and slowly my neck began to relax.

The rest of my body, however, was getting tenser and tenser with his touch.

I said, “That feels wonderful. Can you get a bit lower?” 

“Sure,” he said. He moved his magic fingers lower.

“A little lower, please,” I said. He unzipped the back of my dress and continued his ministrations down my spine. My back arched in pleasure as he touched and prodded the muscles along my spine. As he got to about the middle of my back, his fingers began to massage further and further away from my spine.

My back was tingling but relaxing. It was a strange sensation.

His hands reached my sides and began to slowly move towards my breasts. As he massaged the sides of my breasts, my nipples began to harden.

Finally, his fingertips touched my nipples. An involuntary moan escaped from my lips. His hands slowly moved back to my back, and he continued his way down my spine.

As he reached the base of my spine, his fingers began to massage my butt. I couldn’t stand it anymore. I slowly stood up.

The position of his arms caused my dress to slide off my body. I turned to face him.

Taking a step back, he looked at me and said in a husky voice, “I hope that you don’t mind me saying that you look much better up close than at a distance.”

His eyes slowly travelled up and down my naked body. His appreciative gaze made me feel wonderful.

“Come to me,” I said softly.

He moved to me.

I stopped him and began to unbutton his shirt from the top. As I undid the last shirt button, I continued down to undo his belt, the button at the top of his pants, and his zipper.

Peeling off his shirt, I let it drop to the ground. I let my hands lightly move across his chest as I moved them down to the top of his pants. As I pushed his pants down, I slowly sank to my knees in front of him. His cock was straining at his boxers.

“What do we have here?” I said throatily.

I pulled out the waistband of his shorts and slid them down his legs. While I helped him to lift his feet to free his legs, I blew hot air on his penis and watched it twitch in front of my face.

I rose slightly, and without using my hands, began to lick the shaft of his cock. Each lick made it move from side to side.

He moaned, “Don’t stop, th, uh, that feels wonderful.” 

I continued to touch his cock with only my tongue. I rose a little further and began to kiss the head. My kisses got wetter and wetter as my lips opened further and further. I took the head into my mouth, and my tongue moved in and out of his hole.

He shook each time my tongue touched it.

I sucked it, letting my cheeks implode. I used the suction of my full suck to draw my mouth down his shaft.

He groaned his appreciation of what I was doing and slowly sank to the floor. I went down with him, never losing contact with his cock.

In doing so, my now dripping cunt became positioned in front of his face. I continued to suck his penis, intending to give him a blowjob.

Suddenly, I felt his lips on my slit.

His tongue began to lick and probe the lips of my vagina.

It felt wonderful. Then his tongue found my clit, and I shuddered.

He started to suck on it, and I started to lose focus on what I was doing for him.

An orgasm started to build way inside me. It quickly built in intensity as he continued to suck on my clit. I let it grow until it overwhelmed me.

My cunt gushed, and I shuddered uncontrollably as a powerful orgasm washed over me.

His cock was still sitting in front of me, twitching with his pulse. I grabbed it and began to stroke it.

He said, “Hold it a minute.” 

I said, “That’s what I thought I was doing.” 

He chuckled as he flipped me around and began gently kissing my lips.

His cock was twitching against my pussy. I wanted it inside me.

Pushing myself upright, I rose until my vagina was positioned directly above it.

I slowly lowered my cunt onto his cock. I was so wet that it slid in the whole way the first time.

I began to move up and down on it. After a while, his hips began to move in sync with mine.

Mark said, “It’s starting to build.”

“Just let it,” I said.

His thrusts started getting stronger and stronger. I slowed down to prolong his experience.

At the same time, I began to massage my clit so that I could come with him.

He grunted, “I’m getting really close.” 

“So am I,” I said. “Let the good times roll.” 

I felt him shudder and shake as he let himself shoot into my hot pussy.

Feeling him tremble pushed me over the edge, and I shuddered with my second orgasm of the evening.

I collapsed on top of him, and we hugged each other tenderly.

After a couple of minutes, we looked at each other, and I said, “I think we’d be more comfortable lying on the bed rather than here on the floor.” 

“I agree.”

We slowly got up and moved over to the bed. We continued our blissful snuggling until we fell asleep in each other’s arms.

About three hours later, I awoke with a feeling that I had to have a pee.

Rather than needing to pee, I found Mark’s tongue was at work again. He was gently sucking my clit as he pushed a finger in and out of my pussy.

I lay back and let the wonderful feeling build in me.

Soon I began to squirm. Then my hips began to buck.

Mark wrapped his arms around my hips to keep his tongue in position. My hips were straining to move as a strong feeling built inside me. Finally, I felt a strong orgasm wash over me, and, once again, my cunt gushed.

Mark continued to move his finger in and out of me until I stopped shaking.

“My turn.” I said, “Lie back and put your hands behind your head.” 

Mark did as he was told. I began kissing him on the lips. I moved my kisses slowly down his chest to his stomach. I then switched my kisses to his calves and started working myself up each leg in parallel. When I got to his sack, I both kissed and nibbled it.

Mark groaned. I sucked each of his balls into my mouth and swirled my tongue over it.

I continued my journey up the shaft of his cock, licking, kissing, and nibbling it. When I reached the top, I repeated what I had started earlier.

I took his head in my mouth and sucked it, letting my cheeks implode.

I used the suction of my full suck to draw my mouth down his shaft. I repeated this five or six times until Mark was groaning continuously. I then reversed my technique so that I was blowing out as I rose up his shaft. I switched back and forth between the sucking and blowing techniques.

Mark’s hips began to thrust up and down. I grabbed his hips and hung on while I continued sucking and blowing. His thrusts became stronger and stronger, and his groans became louder and louder.

He gave one mighty thrust, and his sperm shot out of his penis and down my throat.

I continued the sucking until he finished five powerful thrusts and was drained. I moved up to kiss and cuddle him. We both sighed contentedly.

“What are you doing tonight?” he asked.

“I don’t know,” I said. “What do you have in mind?”

“I’d like to pick you up around seven and go for pizza and beer.”

“That sounds great!” I said, “It’s a date.”