This was back when I had just moved to California, and I had just started my first job in management, converting out from the nerd crew. My wife had decided not to come with me to California (let’s be honest – at this point the decision was plenty mutual) and for the first time in my adult life I was both single and not a virgin. I was dating a bit here and there, but the California scene was pretty foreign to me, and I was inexperienced dating.
I mentioned to my boss about my wife not coming and she and I deciding to divorce, and, after the initial questions, offered to set me up on a few dates, and mentioned that Amy, who had also started not long before me, was also single. I pulled back a bit here, because I just didn’t know him that well, as generous as the approach was. But Amy was interesting – she was tall, about 5’10” (to my 6’4″) with long raven hair, and had a stunning body, with all of the attention normally going to her almost-magnetic cleavage. (I would later find out that she was one of many people my boss had hired from his favorite strip club. His messianic tendencies knew no bounds.) I pulled her in to a few projects I was working on, and her response was, well, almost ass-kissing, which was really unfamiliar territory to me. But, I pretended not to notice and appreciated her willingness to work with me, even though she was clearly out of her depth.
Then, a few weeks later, I got a hold of the company baseball tickets. We had corporate seats about fifteen rows from home plate and it was a great chance to go see a game, even if it was a Wednesday night and it meant a lot of SoCal traffic. I asked Amy if she wanted to go, and she was up for it, so off we went.
We get to the game and it’s clear she knows nothing about baseball, so I am explaining the action to her, trying to walk through what’s happening in everyone’s minds, and doing my best to keep it interesting (which wasn’t very good). but Amy just smiled, eyes wide, complimenting me. I can’t even remember what she said that made it all click, but I think it was something between innings about how the boss liked me and thought I would go far. This wasn’t just my boss playing matchmaker – she was gold-digging! I sort of drifted off, and it was quiet for a bit as the game resumed.
At first, I was a little offended. I didn’t like being a “target” like this. I wanted to be more respected, and liked as a person. And I *hate* being manipulated, and feeling like people can pull the wool over my eyes. But as I thought through, I looked her up and down again, “what the hell?” Maybe this new life has it perks. Maybe I deserve this…
So I went to point at something on the field to our right, putting my right arm around her and pointing with my left. Smooth? No. But did it need to be? Also no. After looking at whatever the hell it was, we turned and made eye contact with each other at this very close distance. She patted my thigh and smiled and curled her back towards me to cuddle in, the arm of the stadium chair not helping. After a few futile adjustments, she looked at me again, closely. “These chairs aren’t so comfortable, are they?”
“No they aren’t. Do you want to go?”
“Yeah.”
I stood up and we made our way out. We walked a bit through the concourse, not sure what the proper social distance was until I reached my arm around her waist and pulled her against me. She looked up at me with a smile, and I looked down, and then stopped walking to kiss her. Just a touch of the lips, and I pulled back, only for her arm to reach behind my head and pull me back for a much deeper kiss, which I happily returned until a bunch of guy in lines for beer started hooting at us. I laughed, took her hand and we walked toward the car with a few sarcastic cheers encouraging us.
Once we got to my car, we took another few minutes inside to kiss some more, and my hand slid over her top to touch her breast, which more than filled my hand. She broke the kiss and pushed my hand down.
“So, where are we going?”
“Where do you want to go? I’m guessing not home.” I said.
“Maybe. Depends on who is closer.” After a couple minutes we agreed my apartment was far closer and I began driving there. Thankfully, since we had left in the fourth inning, traffic getting out was nothing. I kept a hand on her thigh as we drove, and we tried to talk, but it was clear that we both were preoccupied. I eventually got my car parked, and we took the short elevator ride up as a chance to make out some more before getting to my place. Before I could do anything, she immediately asked where my bathroom was (thankfully by the front door) and she went there as I worked furiously to pack up any mess in my apartment and get things clean and together. I was still tossing the last of my dirty clothes in the hamper when I heard her voice again. I turned around, and she was completely naked, which one arm on the frame of my door. (When I later found out about her past employment at the boss’s favorite strip club, this moment suddenly seemed a lot less surreal than it did at the time.)
I walked up to her, myself still dressed, and kissed her again, this time my hands immediately cupping her breasts as best I could. She moaned softly into my mouth and pushed me back towards the bed. She pushed me into a sitting position, biting her lip for a moment before telling me how unfair it was that I still had clothes on. I was happy to remedy that, pulling my shirt off as she knelt between my feet, gathering her hair to one side, before putting her hands on my thighs, her big eyes looking up at me. In a flash I was pulling everything off with her help and then I was naked on my bed, with this goddess’s big eyes looking up at me as her hands slid up my thigh to take my erection in her soft grip. She worked it with her hands for a bit, smiling. “You might be a little big for me” she said coyly as she moved to lick it. In a second, I was in her mouth, and she was masterfully twisting her hands and working her head up and down my shaft. I can be very vocal, and at this moment I was full of praise. She was performing a master class on me. I pulled her head off, before it all got out of hand, and bent over, kissing her, tasting myself on her lips (and helping to cement my growing fetish). She looked at me in mock shyness, “Are you not enjoying this?”
“Oh I’m enjoying it…Just don’t want it to end.”
“What if I do?” she asked. I was confused for a moment. “Do you have any condoms?” I nodded and opened my dresser drawer and pulled some out. She tore it open with her teeth and tried to roll it on, unable to get it past the head. “Could you help me?” she asked, with almost syrupy sweetness. I showed her the trick to getting it on (unroll a bit and stretch over the head first) and then she rose up, straddling my lap, and reached between us, and guided me into her body as her warmth stretched over me. I groaned hard as she started to bounce up and down, and my hands slid up her slides to grope her breasts again. She moaned appreciatively as she tossed her hair back and bit her lip. At this stage I could think about baseball all I wanted, but I knew I wasn’t going to last long like this.
I pulled her off my lap, and guided her into being on all fours. She eagerly arched her back and turned her hips out to me, presenting her tanned ass to me. And dear God, what an ass it was! I had been so fixated on her breasts that I hadn’t even really tried to look. She was way out of my league, but she was making very sure I got everything I wanted today. I knelt behind her and slid back inside. “Oh my God!” she gasped.
“Is that better?” I teased, finding composure again.
“Oh yeah.” she moaned, and she began working herself up and down my length. I reached down and took her hand, guiding it to her clit. She got the idea and started rubbing herself as I took her hips in my hands and began pumping her back and forth. It seemed like a flash before I started to feel that electric rush again, this time blasting past the point of no return. I told her I was going to cum, she moaned her approval, and I did just that, filling the condom with what felt like my very soul, so much was coming out. As my orgasm started to subside, hers began, and I nearly passed out from the sensation of her powerful muscles inside clamping down on my over-sensitive organ.
I slumped out of her and laid down next to her on the bed. She curled up under my arm and cuddled with me.
“Wow.” I said. She giggled a bit…that fake giggle. We laid there a few more minutes until she went back to the bathroom to clean up, and then began putting her clothes back on, which I watched enraptured until she smiled sarcastically at me. “Are you going to give me a ride back to my car at the office?”
Oh right! I threw my clothes on, and we rode back, talking a bit, not really about much, but both very relaxed. She gave me one more soft kiss before getting in her car and heading home, and I turned around and started thinking that I might like living on the West Coast.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8z9zhb/mf_new_town_newly_single_new_jobnew_opportunities
Did this continue or was a one time only thing?