“So, where do you live?” she asked. When I told her the neighborhood, she looked shocked “Really?”
I nodded. “Yup,” I didn’t care what she thought about my place, all I wanted was her approval of my cock.
“I thought you were a hot shot pitcher,” she said.
“That’s me, hot shot.” I laughed. “I’m buying a new place tomorrow. Well, gonna look anyway.”
She pulled up in front of my building and didn’t hesitate to get out of the car. She stood on the sidewalk, waiting for me to get out. It took me a minute; I did have plenty to drink, I guess. I opened the front door for her and led her up the three flights of stairs to my door. I was feeling a little nervous as I ushered her inside, not really sure what I was supposed to do first.
“Do you want a drink?” I asked, figuring that was a good start.
“Sure,” she said, looking around the place.
I went into the kitchen and pulled two beers from the fridge. That was about all I had in the place, so no need to give her options. When I walked back into the living room, she was standing in the middle of the floor, totally nude. Her uniform was tossed over my recliner, and her heels placed neatly by the front door.
“Holy shit. Let me catch up,” I said and handed her a beer before quickly stripping out of my clothes.
I noticed her checking out my package. She didn’t look excited, but I wasn’t close to all the way there yet. “I’m a grower not a shower,” I said before I could stop myself. She smirked.
“Well, let’s see how big he’ll grow,” she said and slid to her knees. She took one more drink of her beer and set it on the table before reaching for me. I twitched from the coldness of her fingers.
“I guess that doesn’t help, does it?” she asked with a chuckle.
It felt so awkward, so strange. Is this what people do? They just pick up someone and fuck… no talking, no dinner, just get undressed, and let me put your dick in my mouth?
Her mouth was warm as her lips surrounded my half hard flesh. I felt little flicks of her tongue along the large vein, then suction as she rolled her cheeks in a way I’d never felt before.
Holy shit!
I reached down and gripped her hair, guiding her mouth up and down my cock. Her teeth slightly grazed my skin, sending chills down my spine that I actually quite loved. She worked my balls in her hand, massaging them slowly by rolling them in her palm, then took me deep into her throat. I felt the contractions of her gag reflex working against my flesh, but she didn’t back up, she didn’t stop, and she never gagged.
“Jesus!” I called out as I gripped her hair tighter, trying to pull her head away. She resisted, sucking me harder as I swelled, then exploded deep into her throat.
Her big brown eyes stared up at me as she wiped her mouth and licked the edges of her lips as she stood in front of me. “You’re definitely a grower and got pretty fucking hard,” she said. “Can you do it again?”
Who did she think she was talking to? I could go three, maybe four times a night. “Hell yes, just give me a few minutes.”
She found plenty of ways for me to keep myself entertained while I worked on restoring blood flow to my dick. Her favorite game was with my tongue and finding new places for it to play. I’d rimmed Whitney’s anus before, but she’d never let me play with it the way I wanted.
I got to play now.
She reached into her purse and pulled out a condom, rolling it down my length.
Good boy, thanks for not letting me down.
I was eager, but she was very detailed on how and what I was to do. It was weird. In the moment, I was excited to fuck her tits and her ass, then basically hold her upside down to fuck her. But in the end, I was exhausted and had no desire to ever do that again. Once the circus was over, I was relieved that she simply got dressed and left. When she said, “We’ll do it again sometime,” I was that much more eager to move. When did fucking become a three-ring circus?
At least Ace and the guys got a good laugh out of my night. I felt like my hamstrings were pulled, my shoulder felt tight, and I was worried she would come back.
I felt odd even being back in the bar. I kept looking over my shoulder and checking for her, but the little blonde was working, thankfully. “If I could have remembered her name, I would ask for the schedule, but kinky chick was the only thing that came to mind,” I told Frank, who was still tearing up from the laughter I sprung on him.
Ace stood, gave me a head shake of disappointment and then headed to the kitchen. Angelo came out, and they talked in the entry way where I watched them both point and laugh in my direction. Angelo’s head fell back against his shoulders, and his laughter echoed through the entire bar. Ace walked back to the table and slid in the booth.
“You’re welcome,” he said.
I sank down in my seat. “For what, embarrassing me even further?”
“She was a temp, he hadn’t put her on the regular schedule yet, and now he won’t,” Ace said proudly.
“Well, I feel kind of bad for causing her to lose her job,” I admitted, feeling really bad actually.
Ace rolled his eyes and laughed as he slapped me gently on the back. “You’re a good kid.”
“Let it go, she’ll be fine,” Frank said. “She’s probably temping somewhere else right now.”
“Yeah,” Marty added, “The circus is coming to town, I’m sure she’ll be busy then.”
I roared, feeling better than I had in a while. Even though my night of casual sex hadn’t gone as planned, it felt good to get out of my self-imposed prison. It was clear that Whitney had moved on, and so now I had too.
My phone rang, and I almost ripped my jeans to get it out of my pocket. No one ever called me except Whitney. My heart raced as I looked at the screen. No picture of Whitney, just the words “unknown” flashing as it rang.
“Hello?”
The woman’s voice on the other end of the phone was kind and professional. She was giving me a call back about my search for a new place and was eager to get started. “Can you meet me now?” she asked.
I sighed a little in disappointment but agreed and headed towards her office. Ace warned me that she was a freak too, so steer clear. I wasn’t sure if he was just fucking with me, or if she was, but either way, I was done with one-night stands or one-night head stands.
The office was small and sat on the corner of a busy intersection. The woman inside was tall, blonde, and probably in her late fifties if I had to guess, which I knew better than to ever do with a woman’s age. “I’m Leann,” she greeted me with a firm handshake and a warm smile.
I was trying to picture what freaky thing she was into, and also trying to picture Ace and her together when she pulled out a large white binder. “I have several places I’d like you to look at,” she said.