Slip Sliding Away

In late 70s Vancouver, I got lured into Annabelle’s disco in the Four Seasons Hotel after work one Friday. I was militantly anti-disco and only went in there because I was assured they played normal music until 8 p.m., at which point the disco shit started. Fine, I’d stay until then and then maybe go to the Hot Jazz Club or something.

Maybe half an hour before the disco nightmare was to commence, an attractive young red-headed woman came in and asked one of the women at our table if there were any single guys there. Her friend and another guy at our table simultaneously pointed at me and said, “He is!” The red-head (Ellen) came and sat beside me and flat out asked if I wanted to go to her apartment and fuck. Acting like this happened to me all the time, I said sure and we went out to the cab stand and got one to her West End  place.

We entered the apartment and she told me to put on some music, pointing to her LP collection. “Goes from A for Allman Brothers there to Z for ZZ Top there,” she said and went to get us a couple of glasses of wine. I remember thinking what good musical taste she had as we downed the wine and listened to the tunes. Finished, we went into her bedroom and stripped. The most striking thing about her was that she was a natural red-head and her pubic hair was trimmed short and perfectly. Her tits were a bit small and her ass a bit big, but I wasn’t going to storm out in disgust or anything.

We fell onto her bed, and she sucked my cock for a while. I got close to cumming, so decided to put her on her back and avidly ate her out. She came quickly with a kind of half-whimper/half-grunt, thrusting her cunt against my face. She got on top of me and fucked me cowgirl, with me soon filling her pussy with my cum. Then we went to sleep.

I woke in the morning and Ellen was laying on her back, staring at the ceiling. I attached myself to one of her small nipples and began sucking while I ran my fingers up and down her cuntlips. “Let’s do it in the shower,” she said and got out of bed. I followed her into the bathroom and noticed a green plastic chair at the end of the bathtub. We got in, Ellen pulled the shower curtains closed and turned on the shower. She leaned against the wall with both hands and pushed out her big, smooth ass towards me.

I stood behind her, bent down a bit, and slid my thick, curved cock up her wet cunt as the shower water soaked us. After a few minutes, the pace of our fucking had really picked up and I was ramming her wildly, my hands pulling her hips against me. Then, naturally enough, my cock slipped out of her and I lurched hard to the side, almost losing my footing and wrenching my back quite badly.

Ellen said, “That was a close call! Let’s masturbate together.” With that, she sat on the green chair, spread her somewhat chubby thighs and started fingering herself. “C’mon, do it,” she husked. “I want you to cum on my tits.” I started a slow, steady stroke, grooving on the sight of her fingers working her beautiful slit and the sound of her moaning. It didn’t take long before she stiffened and came with a powerful gasp, thrusting against her hand and squeezing it between her legs. “Shoot your cum for me,” she casually demanded. “Don’t you dare cum on my face!”

I was really excited now and pounded my throbbing meat with my fist. I felt my cumshot rising in the depths of my perineum and when Ellen rubbed my balls gently, I came spectacularly. I blasted several ropes of thick cum all over her small breasts, pretty much covering them as the shower water was kept off by my back. When I was done, she stood and went under the shower spray, quickly washing my semen off her.

We dried off and got dressed,and I asked her to drive me to my place so I could pack for a short business trip. She refused, without batting an eye, and I had to cab from her place to mine and then the airport. I barely made my flight and my suitcase came on a later plane. When I got back, I called Ellen and asked her out to dinner, thinking we’d get a hot relationship going.

“Oh, ____, I thought you knew. I’m engaged.” Well, that explained the rather curt dismissal from her apartment and the masculine taste in music there…sucked to be the fiancé, I guess.