I take a deep breath and press the doorbell and wait. Oliver moved into a new apartment and has invited me over to see it. I hear footsteps shuffling towards the door, and Oliver opens it, and I look at him beaming.
“Welcome to my new lair, stranger.”, he quips.
I thank him and take off my shoes in the foyer before stepping further inside. Oliver finishes wiping down his kitchen counter and invites me to chill in the living room while he grabs us some wine. We pick a sitcom to watch on his new blue couches.
After an episode, I shift my body, so I’m laying my head on his lap. From this position, I start to glide my hands up his calves’ thighs before settling on his bulge. I stroke his bulge over his jeans, which hardens under my touch, making me grin. I turn and make eye contact with Oliver, winking at him before unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans to take out his cock. I reposition myself off the couch, so I am kneeling in front of him. I look Oliver in the eyes and lock in the gaze, give a sly smile, and slowly lick up and down his shaft to warm him up. As I am coating his beautiful cock in my saliva, the moans Oliver makes sound like a symphony to my ears and ever so encouraging to take him deeper down my throat. Oliver gathers my hair up in a gentlemanly way so I can pay special attention to the head, gently suckling while I swirl patterns around the tip using my tongue.