Regular readers will remember how Laura stood at the door of her apartment, topless, hand on hip, smiling as she said goodbye, with the promise of another meeting.
Needless to say, I was very interested in a repeat engagement. More interesting was how much she was looking forward to it. By the time I got home, I was about 40 minutes away, there were already several emails waiting for me from her.
The first was telling me how much she enjoyed meeting me, on a platonic level. Hearing my voice, seeing my eyes light up, watching me move, things that a photo doesn’t convey.
The second was more explicit, sent a few minutes later, describing how much she enjoyed our time together, describing what she was thinking as she stripped me, then as she took me to climax, and after.
I was really pleased to hear what her thoughts were, being new to this, I didn’t know if she really meant her closing words about getting together again or not, perhaps she was just being nice in order to get me out the door. One never really knows.
One thing, though, my fears about a baseball bat-wielding brother hiding in the back bedroom were unfounded.
And her third was a selfie, with her top still off, a reminder of what she looked like as she knelt between my legs. Yes, she was definitely interested in a return engagement.
We emailed back and forth more regularly, then, getting to know each other on a personal basis, day to day things, as well as more explicit talk.
I had questions about how she felt about me cumming in her mouth, we’d talked around the subject before, but now I felt comfortable asking her straight out if I should have asked first, what she thought about the experience.
She was a little surprised that I asked whether I should have asked, she thought she’d made it clear that cumming in her mouth and swallowing was part of the deal. “Else it’s not really a blowjob, don’t you think?” I agree, but that was my opinion, I wasn’t going to assume everyone else felt the same way. She did appreciate that I was concerned though, that made her a little more fond of me than she already was.
And she was very pleased with the experience, she made no little deal of how much she enjoyed feeling me orgasm, feeling my cum fill her mouth. And that I tasted good, thick, a little sweet. She was looking forward to tasting me again.
We arranged a second meeting a week later, I still had to work around constraints at home. But we figured out a time that she would be home from work, and I arranged a time when nobody would be home for them to wonder where I’d disappeared to for a couple of hours.
I went to work out at the gym, but stopped at her place first. This time, things went differently.
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