I was hungover on a weekday. A total wash. I decided just to stay at home and recover. I got absolutely nothing done but a bath. She sent me a text asking if I wanted to hang out on her little, cluttered apartment stoop. I knew what that meant. She’d have a full bowl and she’d smoke most of it. I’d take a puff here and there.
When I arrived it was exactly that. It was her day off so she hadn’t got much done either. She was disheveled but cute. She’s always cute. She handed me her pipe and minutes later the anxiety of the hangover passed.
We chatted about nothing much for an hour, chatting and brushing skin. She kissed my neck and told me I was salty. It was the dead of summer. Her hand crept further into my thigh. It was only a matter of time before she invited me inside for a blowjob but I wanted to see how far she would take it out here on the stoop. She lives here. She sees the people in the other units on a daily basis. I’m just a friend who comes to visit. Still, it was the middle of a Wednesday, most everybody was at work.
I closed my eyes and leaned my head against her door as her neck kisses and searching hands became more deliberate. I opened them when I felt her kisses on my stomach and heard the rattling of her undoing my belt.
Amused, I asked, “You’re going to do it here?”
“Yeah.” she smirked as she pulled my shorts and boxers below my hips and positioned herself between my knees.
Whatever embarrassment or modesty I felt disappeared along with the tip of my dick into her delicate mouth. I rested my head back against the door and closed my eyes again. Slightly stoned, I lazily praised my “good girl” as she slunk even further down. I felt her tongue darting around my ass. She knows what I like.
The humor of the situation got to me and I chuckled a little.
From underneath me, she asked “What?” apparently not appreciating the whimsy of smoking weed and rimming a friend on the stoop of her apartment.
A little while later she swallowed as I pulsed. She adjusted her shirt while I refastened my belt. She sat back down next to me asked if I would hand her the lighter. She took a drag while I sipped on the beer that had grown a little warm.
Not such a bad Wednesday after all.
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