I reach out with the tip of my tongue, to taste the nectar welling up from the tiny slit at the head of his cock. I feel his fingers running through my silky blonde hair, gathering the strands into a bunch, a handle he will use to show me what he wants. I look up at him, smile, and then slowly take the head of his cock in my lips. I moan softly, swirling my tongue around it. He lets out a groan that fills me with happiness.
We met two years ago at a conference. There was an unmistakable attraction, but we were both seeing other people at the time, so we let it alone. I know a great many men would have pushed it, and a man as attractive as he was, most likely would have relented. He did not push.
A year later, we met again. He was more desirable than I remembered. He is tall, handsome, fit and stylish. He clearly took care of himself and it showed. I take care of myself as well. I am blonde, average height, with an hourglass figure. He was engaged, I was between gentlemen. We exchanged info, and stayed in touch. I confess, I was thrilled when I found out his fiancee had been cheating on him.
Occasional messages turned to daily texting. The more I learned about him, the more I wanted to be with him. When he asked me if I would meet him for a weekend, I couldn’t say no. He arranged everything, and I flew to San Francisco. He met me at the airport, and we went up the coast.
The inn was old and charming, and he had booked two rooms, so there was no pressure on me to sleep with him. The town was quiet and peaceful. It was foggy and cool, which just made it even more private. I couldn’t imagine anything more romantic. We walked and talked, not needing any stimulation other than each other and the waves. We kissed high on the cliffs overlooking the grey ocean.
After a wonderful day, we came back to the hotel. We went to our separate rooms, changed for dinner. I wore a simple sheath dress and heels. The food was amazing, and we lingered over it for a long time, both of us putting off the end of the evening. Finally, the time came, and we went up.
“I want to thank you for today,” I told him in the hall.
“It’s not necessary,” he replied, but I could see the look in his eyes.
“Come in,” I said, opening my door. “Please?”
He couldn’t refuse, but he kept a respectful distance.
“This has been so wonderful,” I said. “I just want to do this for you. You’ve been kind, and gracious, and respectful, and just being here with you is making my heart race. I want to show you how I feel, I want so give you affection. I want to give you pleasure. I want to attend to your needs. I don’t want you to do anything, just let me.”
I’m sure what I said was much more awkward, but that was the point. As I said it, I unzipped the dress. I wore a sheer lace pushup bra and a matching thong underneath, and as I stepped out of the dress I knelt at his feet.
I caressed him through his suit pants until he moaned, and then I opened them. He sat down on a chair, and I opened his pants. I slid my fingers in, and carefully pulled his cock out. I stroked it softly, and saw a white drop of precum appear.
I reach out with the tip of my tongue, to taste the nectar welling up from the tiny slit at the head of his cock. I feel his fingers running through my silky blonde hair, gathering the strands into a bunch, a handle he will use to show me what he wants. I look up at him, smile, and then slowly take the head of his cock in my lips. I moan softly, swirling my tongue around it. He lets out a groan that fills me with happiness.
I start to stroke him slowly, sliding his cock in and out of my mouth. It’s a beautiful cock, just long enough to fill my mouth with an inch or two to spare, thick enough that I have to strain. He’s so hard, and he’s trembling with excitement. So am I, but I am focused on his pleasure.
When I am truly drawn to a man, there is nothing I love more than giving him a blowjob. I love the pleasure it gives him. It is satisfying in a deeper way than any orgasm of my own. There is no better way to show him how I feel than to take him in my mouth and adore him.
And when he cums, I don’t stop. I stroke his shaft with my fist, sucking hard on the head, and I swallow every drop.
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