I reach out with the tip of my tongue, to taste the nectar welling up from the tiny slit at the head of his cock. I feel his fingers running through my silky blonde hair, gathering the strands into a bunch, a handle he will use to show me what he wants. I look up at him, smile, and then slowly take the head of his cock in my lips. I moan softly, swirling my tongue around it. He lets out a groan that fills me with happiness.
We met two years ago at a conference. There was an unmistakable attraction, but we were both seeing other people at the time, so we let it alone. I know a great many men would have pushed it, and a man as attractive as he was, most likely would have relented. He did not push.
A year later, we met again. He was more desirable than I remembered. He is tall, handsome, fit and stylish. He clearly took care of himself and it showed. I take care of myself as well. I am blonde, average height, with an hourglass figure. He was engaged, I was between gentlemen. We exchanged info, and stayed in touch. I confess, I was thrilled when I found out his fiancee had been cheating on him.