Friday: 11am, I walk in to the gym and I see her, a striking short haired brunette, petit, muscular (but not in a gross way), dark brown eyes. She was stunning.
Saturday: 10pm, my friend got a little too drunk and fell down the stairs. Broke his foot. We go to the hospital and check in and while he’s waiting to be seen, I went to grab a drink from a vending machine and that’s when I saw her, or at least a photo of her. The brunette from the gym — she was a surgeon and part of the hospitals “get to know the staff” campaign.
I returned to the gym on Monday, hoping she’d be there. She wasn’t. I went back every day at the same time until I saw her at 11am. Friday. I went over and introduced myself, said I saw her photo in the hospital, explained why I was there, blah blah blah.
We got to talking and I told her I was in advertising. She said she’d always been interested in the world of advertising and wanted me to teach her everything there was.
“Okay,” I said. “Gimme your number and we can grab a drink one day. I’ll tell you all the insider secrets.”
I followed up with a soft wink. She blushed and told me to friend her on FB instead. I got her name, hit add and saw the most important bit of info I needed to see: “Mandy Sears, divorced.”
I sent her a note, we made plans to get a drink the next day.
Saturday, 6pm. Mandy has two kids, so our date would be an early one. We met at Barney’s Pub in town and sat in a quiet corner.
“I have a confession,” Mandy said. “While I am interested in advertising, I’m not as into it as I implied.”
“Ohhh, you sneaky girl,” I said with a quiet laugh. “Tsk, tsk.”
“No, no,” she said, locking eyes with me, running her fingers up my thigh. “DIRTY girl.”
I perked up.
“Do you live nearby?” She asked. I nodded. “Good,” she said. “You probably saw I’m divorced? I’m just so hungry for, well. It. Can we go to your place?”
I nodded, we grabbed our coats and rushed out.
“Follow me,” I said as I jumped into my Wrangler.
We sped home.
“I’m not usually this forward,” she said as we walked into my house. “It’s just –”
“You don’t have to explain. I understand. I’m divorced, too,” I said as we stepped into my house and kicked off our shoes.
“Bedroom?”
“Sofa’s fine,” she said as she started to undress herself. She was wearing a black g-string and a see through black bra, which she popped off. She had a thick but nicely groomed bush and perfect small breasts. Her perfect posture showed off her abs as her brown hair danced over her shoulders.
“Hi,” she said as I stood naked before her.
“Hi,” I said back as I stepped forward.
Within seconds, Mandy was on her knees sucking the life out of my cock. She jerked me while she sucked and guided her left hand towards her pussy, spreading her lips and jamming her fingers inside of herself.
“I’m so wet,” she said as she slurped me down her throat.
“I forgot how sexy it is to have a cock down my throat.”
“So sexy,” I said as I wrapped my hand around her hair. She locked eyes with me as she deep throated me, her nose to my pelvis.
I pulled her up and, given her petit stature, hoisted her into the air, spun her upsidedown and shoved my mouth into her pussy.
“Oh god!” She moaned as we stood and 69’d.
“Don’t drop me,” she giggled.
“I won’t,” I said in between licks of her sopping wet pussy.
“Take me,” she said. “I need your cock.”
I lowered her to the sofa and pressed myself into her. She locked eyes with me as I pumped myself like crazy into her pussy. I wasn’t wearing a condom. I didn’t even care. Her wet hole felt like heaven.
“Your cock is the perfect size,” she said as she rubbed her clit and orgasmed once. Twice. Three times.
“More!” She screamed. “Fuck me harder! Fuck me until I pass out!”
I wrapped my hands around her throat and pressed myself deep into her. Her eyes grew wide and I rubbed my pelvis against her clit bringing her to orgasm for a fourth time as her face turned a nice dark red.
She reached out and tapped my arm and I released my grip.
“I need to taste you,” she said.
I pulled my dripping wet cock from her glove like pussy and jerked off.
“Can you make it from there?” She asked curiously as I jacked off.
“I think so,” I said.
Just then, I came, firing a load directly into her open mouth. Her tongue was out, anticipating the taste of my cum.
She swallowed as three more sprays of cum landed on her face, chin, and abdomen.
“I needed that,” she said as she caught her breath and wiped the cum from her body into her mouth. “Your cum tastes good.”
“Thanks,” I said with a chuckle.
“Well, maybe you can teach me about advertising, say … next weekend?”
“I think so,” I said.
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