Warming Up For The Show

In the spring of 1979 in Vancouver I had a good arrangement going with Myrna, an account executive at the office where I worked. She was 30 years older than 23-year-old me and, as she was a superior to me, we had to be discreet or we’d both have been fired right out the door. We couldn’t get together that often, largely because she had a lesbian roommate who hated me, and occasional no-commitment fuck sessions suited us both. But when we did it was so much fun - she loved my young, tireless cock and tongue and I’d long had a thing for older women (experienced, know what they want, no games). Myrna had kind of a fire hydrant build: short, thick, with great tits and nipples that weren’t really apparent when she was clothed. She also kept her cunt shaved as she found her thin pubic bush to be somewhat embarrassing. At the time I found shaved or trimmed pussy to be a rarity, and Myrna’s plump slit drove me and my tongue mad.

We had arranged a week or two earlier that we would get together at her place as roomie would be out of town. The anticipation was building, when I got a call from Amy, the 21-ish friend of my friend Jean, who had seen Jean and I masturbating each other at a Muddy Waters show at the Old Roller Rink (see my earlier story Hoochie Coochie Man). Amy and I were friendly because of our relationship with Jean, and she wanted to know if I’d like to go and see Sonny Terry and Brownie McGhee with her at the Commodore (a 1000-seat club with the best acoustics in town) that night. I eagerly snapped up the chance despite the really short notice. Only after I hung up did I remember my prior commitment to Myrna. This put me in a bit of a bind: I loved eating out and fucking Myrna and, in her senior position, she was able to protect me from other account execs who didn’t like my attitude. On the other hand, I loved old blues and Amy was a real little cutie.

I went to Myrna’s office, cap in hand, and explained my dilemma. I told her I’d cancel with Amy if necessary, but Myrna said to go ahead and meet her. Myrna’s roomie would be away for a week and a bit and Myrna was fine with rescheduling. I thanked her and returned to my desk, deciding to stay at the office cleaning up departmental paperwork until it was time to walk to the Commodore (which was only a few blocks away). About 6 p.m., when the office was basically empty, my phone rang and Myrna asked me to come down to her office for a minute. I went there, knocked on her closed door, and entered when she told me to come in.

“I want to talk to you for a minute,” she said. “Have a seat.” When I sat down in the extra chair, she rolled her chair out from behind her desk. She’d removed her skirt and panties, and her gorgeous shaved cunt, glistening and wet, greeted my eyes. “Drop your pants, young man,” she ordered, and rolled over to the door to lock it. There I was, pants around ankles, cock hard as a rock, and with time to play before having to change into jeans and heading off to the Commodore.

Myrna said, “I still want to get off with you tonight. Start masturbating, but don’t cum too fast. Watch me finger myself.” I wrapped my hand around my cock and commenced a slow, patient wank. The sight of Myrna’s hands, one holding her cuntlips apart and the other working her sweet, hard clit was a real turn-on, and I had to go into stop and start mode to delay my ejaculation. I soon started to dribble pre-cum, and my engorged shaft was soon covered in natural lubricant.

There was a knock on the door, snapping both of us out of stroking reverie. “Cleaning lady,” said the knocker. “You’ll have to come back later,” said Myrna. “I have a call with a client soon and we can’t be disturbed.” We heard the cleaning cart trundling down the hallway and got back to work.

“I love that fat cock. Keep jerking it, nice and slow,” she whispered. “Do you like my cunt?” “Oh baby,” I softly moaned, “I love your smooth pussy. Do you want me to eat you out?” “Not this time, ___. Let’s cum in front of each other. I want to see you shoot your load and I want you to see how I satisfy myself.” Just fine with me, so I leaned back and resumed jacking, having to stop every 10 or 15 seconds so that I wouldn’t explode. Myrna was working her slit furiously and we could hear the liquid sounds of her lust. “I want you to play with your balls. They look so tight against the bottom of your of shaft! Cum for me,___!” she softly moaned.

I rose from my chair and kind of waddled over to her, suit pants still around my ankles. I went into a faster stroke, my pre-cum making slick sounds against my pounding right hand. I squeezed my balls with my left and blew a big, wet load. I could see Myrna’s pale belly above her busy hands and blasted rope after rope of thick, hot cum there (lost count at six!). As she felt me start to splatter on her, Myrna came, humping fiercely against her stroking hand and cutting off her orgasmic scream with the other, thrust into her jaws. Myrna wiped the cum off her belly and my hands with her underwear and threw them into her garbage can. “I’m sure the cleaners have seen worse!”

Myrna put her skirt and suit jacket on and went home after giving me a little peck on the lips. I pulled up my suit pants, returned to my desk, and got the extra pair of jeans I kept there to change into and went to meet Amy. In the lineup outside the Commodore, she told me she wouldn’t mind “doing what you and Jean did at Muddy Waters.” As it turned out the only seats we could get were too open to view for a mutual masturbation session, even for a certified perv like me. Amy and I watched most of the show from the crowd standing on the dance floor, with me subtly dry humping against her pantied ass when she lifted her loose skirt from time to time. The build-up of excitement there and the huge cum I’d enjoyed with Myrna earlier meant Amy got a good, long powerfuck after she drove us to her apartment after the show.