the alley behind my house

Who said fulfilling a fantasy is hard?

There is an alley behind my house. it is quiet but still occasionally traversed by the residents who live there. I had plans for that alley, just as I had plans for Sonia.
The day had been magical and the dinner -at the local ramen shop- was delightful. She told me that she was staying a block away at a hostel, so as we parted ways that night, I told her to keep her phone to hand.

It wasn’t long before we were texting in between our various domestic duties. At 10pm my phone lit up. *”Are you alone?”*. Then quickly followed by *”Bored. I can’t sleep”*.

*”Are you up for some excitement?”* I typed back.

*”Could be. . .”*

taking a minute to formulate my plans, I began tapping furiously.

*”Ok. In 15 minutes come to the alley behind my house. Wear the least amount of clothes that you feel comfortable in. You will not speak unless directly asked to. If you agree to those conditions, then say yes, and the clock starts”*

the message sat there read for a minutes before a response finally appeared.

Unfinished Business

I recently was fortunate enough to escape the rat race and visit an old friend in another city. I have written in the past about Sonia before but I can definitely tell you that two young children and age have not diminished her beauty.

I land at the airport and it’s a stinking hot day. After cursing the humidity, I proceed to catch a taxi back to her place. She had texted me that she had just dropped her 2 kids off at daycare and was on route back to her house, so we would coincidentally arrive around the same time.

20 minutes later, I pay the taxi driver and walk past her car in the port. Taking a deep breath I press the doorbell. No one wants to have the door opened with a stupid goofy expression on their face, so I practice the ancient technique of turning my head to the side as I hear the door unlock and open.

the best blowjob i ever had.

There are instances in time when the everything stops and you can feel the world revolving around you. For me, it was in the first year of college when i saw her walking through the university quadrangle.

Sonia had amazing auburn hair, a face that is lightly brushed with freckles,full lips and a pair of light green eyes you could lose yourself in. She was tall, curvy like a 50's pin-up model, and a pair of amazing breasts that cried out to be touched. But this is not the story about how i fell in love, nor is this the story about how I let this vision of loveliness slip away;This is the story about how i received the best blowjob of my life.

First a little bit about me, i'm 6' tall, blond hair, grey eyes with a lean figure, and the face of Cole Phelps from L.A Noire (go figure).

At the time of this story We were both working in different cities, but i had the opportunity to pop in for both work, and to catch up with friends. She offered me a place to stay and i gratefully accepted. She had just bought a new house and had just finished painting the interior various shades of purple. We had caught up over takeaway dinner, and i had taken the opportunity to shower first and was enjoying the experience of her massive four-poster bed.