Month: February 2023

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A Guy From Tinder Brought Me a Salad at Work For a Handjob

Feb 7

Mike and I had been chatting a bit on Tinder. It was slow moving, he typically wanted to meet during the week and I just couldn’t make that work with having the kids.

I was at work and he texted me to see if I wanted to meet up today. I told him I couldn’t, that I had the kids. He asked about right now, and I told him I was at work. He then asked me when my lunch was followed by a goofy emoji, and I told him it was at 3, but I only had a half hour and I was starving.

Funny enough, I was the one who did the part you’d assume was him. I told him if he brings me a salad for lunch, I’d totally give him a handjob in the car.

I don’t know why, but I thought he knew I was joking. But he immediately asked where we should meet at 3. I thought about it for a bit before deciding whatever let’s do this. So I told him.

3:00 rolled around and he drove right up to the front. I recognized him from the profile pictures and jumped in the passenger seat. His car was clean, which was a good sign. It was incredibly awkward to talk to someone for the first time in their car while driving.

Almost immediately, he told me that he didn’t actually expect the handjob, that he was joking around. I told him I was at first, but a quick car handjob might be fun. He laughed and told me he wouldn’t object to that, but to seriously know that he wouldn’t hold anything against me if I didn’t actually want to.

We pulled up to a spot not too far away facing a creek. There was only 3 spots here and we were at the end one, and there was a little path to the left of the leftmost car. The odds of us being seen here were very small, which I certainly noted.

I had been eating on the drive over, which was only a few minutes. So when we arrived, I was only halfway done. I asked him to tell me a bunch about himself so that I could quickly eat while he talked. The salad was fine, it was from a chain that rhymes with Mamera, so you can’t go wrong.

When I finished up, I shifted in my seat to face him. I hadn’t had a chance to really look at him much since I was facing forward and shoveling food in my face. I looked at my watch and I still had 20 minutes.

I interrupted him mid-story and said, “I’ve got 20 minutes. I’d love to hear your story but if you want a quick handy, we’d better get to it.”

He stumbled for a moment and again reiterated that I didn’t have to. I told him I know I don’t have to, but I wanted to, that I’ve never done anything like this and it seemed like a rush. He smiled and unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants. He slid them down and I reached in with my right hand and grabbed his cock.

He was mostly limp still, so I gave him a few good strokes and he seemed super nervous. I told him that if he didn’t actually want to do this, that we didn’t have to. It was fun to grab lunch on a quick drive and we can do this some other time.

He looked sort of ashamed for a moment, and I asked him what was going on. He told me that he can’t cum unless we use either lube or oil. I didn’t have anything on me, and I was about to say that when he pulled out a small bottle of oil from the pocket in his door and asked if we could use this.

I laughed and I asked him if he gets a lot of car handjobs to have oil just sitting in here and he sort of embarrassingly said that he just brought it, in case I actually was serious.

I leaned in really close to his ear and I said, “well, lucky for you, I am serious today.” I grabbed the oil and put some on my hand and then rubbed it on his cock. After a few small strokes, he was as stiff as a board.

Knowing this had to be a quicker one, I just went right to it. I stroked at a medium pace, taking a few pauses to twist at the top. He moaned a lot when I did that, so I started doing that nearly every time back up to the top. I kept that rhythm for a few minutes, and then he asked me if I could speed up.

I smiled at him and told him of course. I sped up, skipping the part that I thought he liked the best, and picked up even more speed as he got closer. It was just a few minutes later, probably 6-7 minutes total that I could really start to feel his cock start to pulse, and I realized that neither of us had thought about his cum.

He started grunting, so I quickly switched hands and finished stroking with my left hand, while I caught his cum in my right. As he squirted out, I stroked him, catching all but a few drops. It started draining down the back of my hand, so I reached into the salad bag and grabbed my semi-dirty napkin and wiped my hand off.

Mike had his eyes closed and was out of breath. He was panting while I was cleaning my hand up. He opened his eyes and thanked me, telling me that was amazing. I told him it was fun, that I enjoyed sneaking away in the middle of my workday to do this, and that he may have triggered something new for me.

I handed him the other napkin and he wiped himself off and cleaned up the little bit that was on his seat. He had leather seats, so it wasn’t a big deal.

He drove me back to the store and I hopped out and walked inside and clocked back in. It’s fun to talk to a coworker this soon after fooling around with someone, them not knowing what transpired just minutes ago.

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I met Toby for a Second Time

Feb 6

In a rare opportunity, I had the kids all day the day before. My ex had called and asked me if I would mind, he had a date. This was sort of a shock to me, but I’ve moved on, so why shouldn’t he be able to as well? Besides, I don’t really get to do much fun stuff with the kids at this point, because I only see them after school before bed. So we had a great day.

I dropped the kids off at school and went to the gym. I had to work at 11, so the kids would be going over to a friends house after school until I could pick them up after my shift ended at 8. While I was at the gym, I was texting Toby again, I had met him a few weeks back on Tinder and I went back to his place and gave him a handjob. We had been texting for the last few days, he got motivated after our last encounter to get tested and was very happy to show me that he was completely clean.

The time I spent with him was great, and I knew he was just looking for casual stuff too, so I told him we should meet up this Friday. He was going to be out of town this weekend, and asked where I was at. I knew where he lived was really close by, and he suggested I just come over to his place to shower instead of the shower at the gym. At first I sort of laughed it off but then I thought “why not?”

I texted back that something tells me I won’t really get a good shower if I come over, and he texted back that he’d make absolute sure I had a great shower. I ended my workout early and hopped in my car, sweaty and stinky. On my way over, I realized this was how I felt on my way over to Alex for the second time. I was a bit unsure if I wanted to do this – I had a rule about only hooking up once. But hey, I had only given Toby a handjob the first time, so really this is like 1.5 right? He’s safe, and I really want to give him a blowjob.

I arrived at his place after just a few minutes, and he was standing in the doorway waiting for me. I asked if he didn’t have to work today, and he chuckled and said he works from home, so he is working right now. As soon as the door closed, he pushed me up against the wall and we started making out. I was a bit self conscious because I was all sweaty, but that didn’t seem to stop him at all. After a few minutes of swirling our tongues and getting my chest groped, I thought that I heard the shower was on.

I asked him if the shower was running, and chuckled and said he wanted to make sure it was nice and hot by the time I got there. He grabbed my hand and walked into the bathroom, and showed me he had a towel hanging for me and said he hoped I had a great shower. I looked at him suspiciously, like he was up to something.

“Of course, since you covered me in your sweat, maybe I should join you in there? You know, to save water,” he said with a grin.

I smiled and stripped off my tank and bra. He took off his shirt in turn, and then I slid my yoga pants and underwear off in one motion, and then stepped into the tub. He followed shortly. We started making out again, this time fully naked and our hands went all over. He was completely hard, and I was about to get down onto my knees when he suddenly did. He gently grabbed my ankle and set it on the side of the tub, the water hitting his back, and he leaned forward and started licking my clit with slow, gentle swirls.

Quickly, he stuck his tongue back as far as he could, almost reaching my hole but the angle was preventing it. He slid his tongue back and started sucking on my clit. It felt like a less intense version of my clit sucker. Good, but not nearly as good. He was holding my ass, one hand on each side, and he slid one hand all the way around so he could slide his finger inside of me. He started pushing in and out while licking. Again, it felt good, but not great. What it was doing though, was turning me on a lot.

I set my leg down and tapped his shoulder with my finger. I told him to stand up, and he obeyed. I leaned in and kissed him, turning so my back was against the stream, and then carefully dropped down onto my knees. I was afraid I was going to drown since the water was pummeling the back of my head, but Toby turned the shower head to the side so it was spraying mostly the wall.

He was still rock hard, and I took him quickly and deeply into my mouth. As soon as I was as deep as I could get, I slowly twisted my head back and forth a few times, and he seemed to enjoy the circular motion quite a lot. Taking this as a queue, I slid him out all the way as slowly as possible, turning my head back and forth all the way out. I took him into both of my hands and started twisting one hand each direction with just the tip in my lips, then I let go and took him deep again. I kept up a steady pace for a few minutes, and then slid him out and repeated the back and forth circular motion with my hands two or three more times.

He reached down and put his hand in my hair, and I was sort of afraid he was going to pull my head in deep, but he didn’t. He just gracefully and softly was holding my head, so I didn’t mind at all. I picked up the pace slightly, and his moans got intense. I slid him all the way out again, and started twisting my hands, and he squirted straight at my face. I had my mouth just slightly open, and so some went in, but some made its way around my face. As quickly as I could, I took him deep so as much of him was in my mouth as possible. I swallowed and kept sucking while his cock pulsated. I love the feeling of the bottom of a pulsating cock on the top of my tongue.

He started moaning, almost a whimper, as I slowed down and let my suction down a bit. I started stroking him softly as his erection started to disappear. I stood up, and he wiped my face off with his thumb, rinsing it in the shower stream. We smiled and then he sort of giggled. I asked what was funny, and he said nothing was funny, it just felt so good. That made me feel great.

He got out of the shower and I was able to finally wash myself off from the gym. When I was done, I got out and he had a pot of coffee ready, so I stayed and we drank coffee until I had to leave for work. We both agreed that we had a great connection and that we probably shouldn’t see each other again, considering neither of us wanted a relationship. Part of me felt sad to say that, but the other part of me still just loves being promiscuous.

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I watched a movie with Becca and Eric

February 4th

I woke up in the morning to a text from Becca, “Wellllllllllllll, how was that handsome guy last night???? I saw you hadn’t came home before I went to bed at 1am so it must have been good.”

I looked at my phone and set it back down. I didn’t really feel like talking about it. I laid my head back down on the pillow and stewed about it for a bit and then picked my phone back up and texted back, “Didn’t go great. A story for another time I guess.”

About a minute later, I got a knock on my door. I was confused, I hadn’t ordered anything and I almost never get knocks on the door. I jumped up and threw on an oversized t-shirt since I slept naked, and jogged over to the door.

The moment the door cracked open, Becca said, “spill it!” pushing her way past me. She was dressed similarly with an oversized shirt but she was wearing plaid fleece bottoms as well. She continued, “I was the best wing woman ever, wasn’t I? How did things go wrong? Was he married? What an asshole, he was married wasn’t he?”

I didn’t have the energy for Becca this morning, I had only been awake for a few minutes, but she’s the closest thing I have to a non-judgmental friend right now, so I need to nurture it. I was cold though. It was a cold morning and I was wearing nothing but a super thin t-shirt. I didn’t say anything, I just walked into my room and got back in bed. She didn’t hesitate and followed me back in and climbed under the covers with me, turning on her side and propping her head up with her hand.

“Alright Jess, what’s the deal?”

I told her everything. I told her that he was great, we went to his place, that I started giving him a BJ, and that he started being an asshole. She let me speak, completely uninterrupted. After I was at a stopping point, the first thing she said was, “and you still let him finish? Fuck, you’re too nice. I would have left and hoped he got blue balls.”

I explained to her that I had considered doing that, and I actually was about to, but he just came on my chest as I was about to stop. We had a good giggle about that, we talked about sex, about blowjobs, and I asked her a bit more about why she hates giving them. Long story short, she used to give guys head a lot in college. Like, a LOT. She was pretty promiscuous and enjoyed doing it, which is why she supports me doing it, but she hates it now and she doesn’t know why. She thinks it’s maybe because she enjoyed the promiscuity or something. She did have a few bad experiences, similar to this one, which started to sour her a little bit on the idea.

Then, at one point, Eric was “joking around” when they were drunk and he pulled out during sex and came on her face after she said no. He thought it was funny, she thought it was traumatic. They got in a massive fight, to the point where they went to couples counseling because she didn’t trust him anymore. They’re over it now and are in the best place they’ve ever been, but she just really doesn’t want to suck him off anymore because of it. Something switched inside her brain.

I told her I got it, that I understood and I wasn’t judging at all. I told her about my past, how I had never given one, and we had a really great chat. I assumed it would come up again that I should give her husband a blowjob, but it didn’t. She asked me if we could go out to a bar again tonight, hopefully find someone that wasn’t a complete asshole, and I told her I’d think about it while I was at work. Then I looked at the clock and saw the time and freaked out. I didn’t realize how long we had been chatting, and I had to be at work in 15 minutes.

I jumped out of bed and grabbed the same work shirt I had stripped off last time. I tore off my shirt and started getting dressed with Becca watching me and she said something like, “Fuck Jess, you’re a hottie!” and it made me blush a little. I knew she was looking but I didn’t really care, but I didn’t expect her to say anything. Truth is, I sort of liked that attention. After seeing her in her clubbing outfit last night, I realized how stunning she is, so receiving a compliment from her like that was great.

Work was completely uneventful, and then when I got home, Becca just came through my front door unannounced. It really made me feel good that she’s comfortable enough with me to just come over. I liked it. She asked me if she was ready for the world’s best wing woman to find her someone new tonight. She was incredibly enthusiastic about it, so I felt sort of bad telling her that I really just wanted to stay in. I realized that this was one of the first Saturdays that I wouldn’t be going out in quite some time, but I just wasn’t feeling giving a random guy a BJ tonight.

Becca, as chipper as ever, told me it was no problem. That she and Eric were just going to watch a movie then, and that I should come over. I told her I didn’t want to be a third wheel and she insisted. I told her I hadn’t showered and I just wanted to put on sweatpants and lay low. She fought back again and told me sweatpants and a movie and wine sounded perfect and that the movie would start at 8. I finally agreed.

I showered and got dressed. I put on my sweatpants and an oversized hoodie, grabbed a bottle of wine and went next door. I took her lead and just walked into the apartment, and Eric was just sitting on the couch in his sweatpants. He looked startled for a moment but then told me that Becca would be right out and offered to pour me some wine. He was drinking whiskey and I told him that I’d actually rather have what he’s having. He smiled and jumped up, poured me a glass, and we tapped them together in a cheers.

A few minutes later, Becca came out in her sweatpants, but she looked a lot sexier than I did. Her sweatshirt was cropped right below her boobs and she was wearing yoga pants.

Becca and I sat on the couch, Eric sat in the chair off to the side holding the remote. He turned on the TV and we watched a documentary on Pamela Anderson. We all made funny commentary here and there, and we all had a great time. We got a lot more drunk than I had initially wanted to for the night, but it ended up being fun. Right after the movie ended, Eric jumped up and went to the bathroom, and Becca immediately turned to me and asked, “So do you wanna do it?”

I asked her what she meant. Of course. She was asking me to give Eric a blowjob. I told her I didn’t want to jeopardize our friendship and that I’d have to think about this, that tonight was a hard no. She tried some more and said there’s no way he’d ever talk bad to her, he was hot, he has a nice dick, and that nobody would ever know. I declined again, saying I really needed to think about it.

Eric came back out and we both shut up, and he awkwardly asked what we were talking about. “Girl stuff” was enough to get him to say that he had fun but he was going to bed. He came up to me, gave me a hug and then kissed Becca. I told them that I was tired and needed to get to bed myself, but Becca insisted I stay just for another drink.

Assuming she’d still try to convince me, I reluctantly sat down with more whiskey and we just talked. Not about Eric. I was glad that she let that rest. We started talking about some of her stories from college about her one night stands, and at this point it actually started turning me on. But I still hadn’t made up my mind about Eric. I texted Alex a simple phrase: I want to suck your dick but you need to come over here.

Becca and I finished our drinks and I headed back home. I left the door unlocked so he could slip through. I texted him again and told him he needed to go up the other way so that my neighbor didn’t see him and that the door was unlocked.

I waited around for a few minutes, and the status of my text still just said “delivered” and not “read”. I was suddenly more than just a little horny. I was full on horny. I grabbed my vibrator and turned it on. I slowly circled my clit before sliding it in and turning it to my favorite vibration pattern. I worked it for a while, getting myself close to orgasm before relaxing it a bit. Then, I flipped it off, and grabbed my clit sucker and started using that.

Holy hell, the changing of sensations was unbelievable. I nearly immediately orgasmed, almost going into convulsions, thinking that while I was doing this that Alex might be getting close to being here. I wanted to suck his dick so badly it was unreal. I was completely out of breath when I dropped my clit sucker in the drawer and grabbed my phone. He had texted back “on my way” 12 minutes ago.

It was that very moment that my door creaked open, and quietly closed. He quietly called, “Jess?”

I smirked and replied, “in here,” and then it hit me that I was completely naked. He’d quickly seen me when I flashed him, but I had never just been fully naked. Looks like that’s about to change.

He entered my room and I stood up and walked up to him. He froze and smiled while he watched me. I had an unbelievable confidence in my naked body, it was a combination of the compliment from Becca earlier and the whiskey I’m sure, but I enjoyed being naked at the time.

I grabbed his hands, putting them on my chest. He gave them a few good squeezes and then started to lean in to kiss me. I had no interest in that, it seemed like it would be too intimate, so I leaned back to avoid it and grabbed one hand and slid it down between my legs. He slid one finger between my lips and I told him, “this is what happens to me when I know I’m about to suck your dick.” He rubbed a few more times and I could see he was fully hard. I dropped to my knees and pulled down his sweatpants, his cock springing up.

I took him into my mouth all the way. I didn’t want to waste any time teasing him or taking any longer than necessary. I just wanted him to cum. I started at a quick pace, the pace he usually finishes at, and kept it perfectly consistent. His legs started shaking, so I pushed him backward and he tripped on his pants being around his ankles, but fell onto the bed just as I had wanted.

Adjusting myself, I went right back to it, having lost very little momentum. I didn’t tease the tip, I just kept the steady pace and he started moaning quickly. His legs started squirming around, and I pulled his pants the rest of the way so he could control them individually. I grabbed his balls with one hand and stroked him with the other as I continued sucking.

It wasn’t but another minute later that his cock started pulsing and he let out the loudest of his moans. I slid my mouth off a little, keeping only the head of his cock in my mouth and sucked hard while I stroked his cock with my hand quickly. His balls started lifting with the pulses, and then he suddenly burst. I swallowed and then went all the way down, and I could feel him cum a little more into the back of my throat. I slowly slid his cock out, sucked hard on the tip while he let out just a little more, before sliding all the way down again. His cock was still pulsing, but nothing more was coming out. I slowly slid him out of my mouth and laid my head on his leg while still holding his cock in my hand.

He started losing his erection a little, and I gave him a good squeeze. He moaned slightly, so I squeezed again, this time harder. It stiffened his cock up again, so I squeezed even harder, while slowly going toward the tip. A little more cum came out, just a drop. I stuck the tip back in my mouth and sucked hard one more time before letting go. As soon as I let go, his hardness was mostly gone, his cock flopped over to the side.

Alex propped himself up on his elbows and told me that as per usual, that was amazing. I told him it sure was indeed, and that I enjoyed the hell out of that one. He told me that now I absolutely had to let him do things to me, and I told him that I’m confident that did more to me than it did to him. I stood up and turned around, where my shirt was laying on the floor, and slowly bent down to pick it up, pausing where my face was at my knees and gave my hips a very slow wiggle back and forth. I straightened up and turned around, grabbed his cock again and squeezed, then pulled the shirt over my head.

He let his elbows loose, falling backward onto the bed and let out a super long sigh. I crawled under my blankets and watched him as he got dressed. We chatted for a few minutes and then he left. I went and locked the front door and came back and I’m pretty sure I was asleep before my head hit the pillow.

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Got called Some Nasty names During a Hookup

February 3rd

I got inside from my quick chat with Becca and said, “Shit!” I didn’t want anyone knowing about my hookups, but I guess it was going to happen eventually with someone at some point. I guess it makes sense that it was my neighbor seeing a guy sneak into my apartment. Oh well. I had to work early today so I quickly showered, and went in to work.

I had no plans tonight and Becca had texted me asking when I wanted to drink that wine. I ignored it a bit, knowing she’d pry a little and I tried to find other plans. I had a few Tinder possibilities and I explored those through the day, but ultimately I ended up not liking the guys that I was talking to. I had asked a few of the girls at work if they were going out tonight and I got a bunch of various answers on why they couldn’t.

My shift finished around 6 and I decided I couldn’t just leave her hanging forever. I texted her that I was headed to the gym but I didn’t have any plans tonight, if she wanted to have some wine after I was done. She immediately replied back that she’d love to.

I had a quick workout because I was starving. I asked Becca if she wanted me to bring her any food because I was stopping. She said that she and Eric had just eaten, but that she didn’t mind if I ate while we drank. I picked up a salad and came home, and she was practically for me. As soon as I walked by, she opened her door and walked the final steps with me.

We went inside, I grabbed some glasses and sat them down, she grabbed them and topped them off. We had a really great conversation. I needed it. Lots of laughs, some almost crying talking about my divorce, and then after a few hours, of course, onto sex. She started poking a bit about the young guy she saw last night, and I finally decided I’d answer her. I didn’t spill everything, but she’s the closest thing I have to a non-judgemental friend right now. Becca and Eric are in their mid 30’s, I’d guess she’s 35 and he’s 38. They’re both incredibly fit, attractive, and fun. They both have great jobs and live in this small apartment because they’re what’s called a “DINK” couple and they like to travel and want to retire young. DINK means Dual Income No Kids.

I decided to tell her the truth. Not all of it. Not nearly all of it. But I didn’t lie about last night. I told her that I was horny and I invited him over. That wasn’t good enough, she wanted all the details. So, somehow our conversation made me tell a bit more truth than I had intended, and I told her that from time to time I invite Alex over or I go over to his place and I suck his dick. That’s all we do.

She was shocked, asked what’s in it for me over and over. I told her that I enjoy it so much that sometimes I actually think it IS for me. We talked about this for a bit, I explained why I love doing this, I love the control and I actually love giving blowjobs more than anything else sexually. She immediately asked, “Alex isn’t the only one you’re doing this with is he? You little cougar.”

She gulped down her last few gulps and then continued talking while refilling our glasses. “I’m not judging you at all. Fucking good for you. I support it. No, I encourage it. If you’re having fun after being cooped up for more than half your life, then I say kudos. You suck every dick in town if you want, I fucking love it! Cheers!”

We clinked our glasses together and took a swig.

She leaned down and quietly asked, “Do you want to give Eric a blowjob for me?”

I kind of stared at her, silent, and smiles crept up on both of our faces. I don’t know if she’s being serious. I don’t know if I would. What’s happening?

She continued, “He’s always asking for blowjobs and I fucking hate giving them. I give him one on his birthday and sometimes on our anniversary, and sometimes he’ll get me wasted and I’ll do it, but I legitimately hate doing it. I only do it for him like the bare minimum until he drives me crazy with it again.”

I didn’t answer, I still just looked at her, trying to read her face. Again, I didn’t know how I’d answer, but I needed to formulate one based on whether or not she’s serious. I mean on one hand Eric is super attractive. I won’t pretend that I don’t check him out when I see him. But on the other hand, Becca is sitting RIGHT HERE.

She busted out laughing. I busted out laughing. I don’t know why we were laughing. Perhaps she “got me” in a joke? Who knows.

Immediately, she said, “Let’s go out. I want to go to a club. Do you want to go out?”

I agreed, and told her that I needed to shower first. She went home and changed while I quickly rinsed off and got dressed. She came back over as I was finishing getting ready and stayed in the dining room until I came out. She grabbed us an Uber and we went to a club that I’d never been to. She had been here a few times with some other friends, so she knew it was a good one.

When we got there, we went up to the bar and ordered our drinks. We stood at a table near the dance floor and immediately two guys came up to us. We chatted for a few minutes and neither of us were interested, so she grabbed my hand and pulled me to the floor.

We danced like crazy. It felt great. I really am not into dancing, but she sure was, and it taught me a thing or two. After a few songs, we decided we needed more drinks. I told her I was only halfway done with my last one and that I’d go grab it. She forbade me from doing that – you never leave a drink unattended in a public place. Noted.

We got some more drinks and went out to the smoker’s deck. I don’t smoke and she doesn’t usually either, but she told me she likes to have a smoke when she drinks sometimes. I’m not one to ruin her fun. So we went out and she bummed a cigarette from a guy and then we sat down. A server came out and took drink orders from everyone, and after she finished her smoke, he offered her another.

He was with another guy, Jacob. I can’t remember the other guy’s name. The four of us chatted quite a lot, I was talking to Jacob and Becca was talking to the other guy for the most part. At some point fairly early in, she mentioned she was married and the other guy started putting his focus on other girls around us, but Jacob and I kept talking.

Jacob was pretty well built. You can tell he worked out a decent amount. He was right around 6 feet tall, light skin, light hair and eyes, with a really nice smile. We continued talking and Becca said she was going to run to the restroom. I stayed out there, chatting longer with Jacob. Very suddenly, it was just the two of us.

After a decent amount of time passed and Becca hadn’t returned, I got concerned. I pulled my phone out and saw that she had texted me. “I abandoned you so you could have a good time with Jacob. You’re welcome. Signed, your wingwoman.”

Clever girl. I smirked a bit and asked Jacob if he wanted to dance. He took me up on it, and we went back inside. After a few songs, he asked me if I wanted to get out of here, and I agreed. He popped open the Uber app and we then went outside and got in the car just a minute later, on the way to his place.

We didn’t really chat much on the way to his place. Luckily it was only a 10 minute ride. When we got there he offered me a beer and I took him up on it. He came back, I was on the couch, and he sat them on the coffee table and sat right next to me. He leaned in and kissed me, and I kissed back, swirling our tongues together. He quickly cupped one of my breasts while we continued kissing, and then he slid his hand up my shirt, unhooked my bra, and moved his hand to the front.

Taking a cue, I slid my shirt and bra off and then laid on top of him, kissing him a bit more. I could feel his erection growing in his pants, and I reached down and gave him a few strokes over the top of his jeans. He started thrusting upward into my hand, and after a few more minutes of heavy petting, I asked him if I could suck his dick. He smiled big and said he’d love that, and asked if that’s all I wanted to do tonight, and I said yes. He said that was totally fine by him, and then I unbuttoned his pants, and tried to slide them off but with my weight on top of him it made things awkward.

I got off of him, and he immediately stood up and dropped his pants and underwear. I got down on my knees in front of him, his already rock hard erection at eye level, and I didn’t hesitate to take him into my mouth. He took off his shirt while I started sucking on him, so he was standing there wearing nothing but socks, and I was wearing my (fake) leather pants.

I should have been tipped off right away, but I let it go in one ear and out the other. He said, “yeah, you like that big dick, don’t you?” Look, I’m not about size. I don’t think I’ve really ever described someone’s size to you guys, so you know that as long as it’s somewhere around normal, I don’t typically comment. He was normal, maybe a little bigger than the average guy I’ve been with. He was not huge. It was nice, nearly the “perfect size” but let’s be clear, it wasn’t so far above average that I’d call it “big”.

So, I just moaned and gave an “mmm hmm,” while I continued sucking on him. After another few minutes, he let a moan out and then said, “Yeah, suck that big dick baby. Get that big dick.”

Again, I just sort of continued, thinking “if this is what he needs, all good with me.” He started moaning a bit and I started feeling good, I really enjoyed making him feel this way.

Then, he said the first thing that really should have tipped me off, but I had been drinking and I was so in the moment that I just sort of ignored it. He said, “yeah you like being slutty don’t you baby. Suck my big dick. Fucking suck it.”

I picked up the pace, reading his body’s reactions and started sucking a bit harder. He was silent except for moans, so I got really into it, really enjoying how I was making him feel. Then, out of nowhere he said, “Yeah, suck that big dick you fucking slut.”

In the moment, I sort of didn’t register it. It was one thing to say I was being slutty, but another to just flat out call me a slut. I kept going, hoping that he wouldn’t say it again. Then, he said a few more things. He said things like, “yeah, you like this big dick don’t you, you fucking slut,” and “yeah suck that fucking big dick. You like my big dick filling your slut mouth don’t you, you fucking slut?”

At this point, I had enough of the language. I stopped, looked up at him, and said I didn’t like being disrespected and we are going to stop right now if he doesn’t shut the fuck up. I was almost ready to walk away, but thought maybe he just got carried away in the moment. He had been a complete gentleman all night, this was extremely out of character. He apologized and said he wouldn’t say another word. I was still holding his cock in one hand, very slowly stroking him, and he told me that he watches a lot of porn and he sees them talking like this and thought I’d like it. I told him that he needs to shut up, the only thing I want to hear from him are his moans. He agreed.

I slid him into my mouth again, and I thought to myself that I should just end this now, I should punish him for this, but he immediately started throbbing, within seconds. He was going to cum. I didn’t want to swallow. He didn’t deserve it, so I pulled my mouth off of him and he squirted at me, directly on my chest. He grabbed his cock and stroked some more while he finished squirting it on my chest.

I stood up and went into the bathroom and wiped my chest off with toilet paper and washed my hands. He came in a few seconds later, completely naked (I had a chuckle because he took off his socks) and apologized. He said again that he watches a lot of porn and in the porn he watches, they’re always talking like that and since I just wanted to give him head that he thought I’d like being talked to like that. I walked past him and into the living room, grabbed my bra and put it on. I told him he should never, ever talk to anyone like that, unless they talk about it first.

He agreed, and apologized some more as I was putting my shirt on. He asked if there was anything he could do to make it up to me, he said that he could probably fuck me in 15 minutes if he went down on me first. I told him it wasn’t necessary and I told him that I just needed to get home, because I had to work early. That was a lie, I just wanted to leave.

He followed me to the door, still completely naked, and asked me for my number so we could do this again. I told him this wouldn’t be happening again, and told him he really needs to watch his language if he expects anyone to stick around. He agreed and apologized again, and I left.

I walked a few blocks before finally opening Uber to take me the rest of the way home. I immediately went to bed.

February 4th

I woke up in the morning to a text from Becca, “Wellllllllllllll, how was that handsome guy last night???? I saw you hadn’t came home before I went to bed at 1am so it must have been good.”

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A Quick, Quiet, Secret Bedroom BJ

I had seen Alex at work a few times and thought back to our last encounter, where I had swung by his place before work, and it turned me on a bit. It’s not that I find Alex incredibly attractive or I want him in any other way. I just like the way I can tell him what to do and he does it, no questions asked. If I’m in the mood to give a blowjob, I can count on Alex. I know he’s nearly risk free, and I like having him as both a go-to and as a backup.

I had been talking to a guy I met from Tinder all day. Unfortunately he was out of town and we made plans to meet up on Saturday, but given it was only Thursday, I had to wait. Also unfortunately, I was really horny all day, but that got squashed when I got home with the kids and had to help with homework. I hate math, I suck at math, and it’s not the same as when I was their age.

I got the kids down to bed, showered, and then went into my room and started reading. I got to this especially hot part in my book where a girl gives her first blowjob, (Last Light by Claire Kent – go read it!) and holy shit, did that turn me on. Knowing tomorrow was Friday and I didn’t have any Tinder plans, I figured I’d hit up a bar and try to find someone the old fashioned way tomorrow.

I read the scene in the book a few times and I reached down and started softly playing with my clit while reading it. I don’t do this often, but something about relating recently to the satisfaction of the blowjob just hit me hard. I slid off my panties and opened my robe, grabbing my vibrator. I flipped it on and toyed with my clit a bit, setting down my Kindle and closing my eyes.

I circled around my clit a little more, and then I slowly slid it inside. The cool texture from the shaft was a bit of a shock but quickly I got used to it. I slowly slid it in all the way and let it sit there for a moment before slowly sliding it out and rubbing my clit a few more times. This got me incredibly horny. I grabbed my phone, texted Alex “Want a blowjob?”

I grabbed the vibrator again and pressed it against my clit when my phone chirped. I switched off the vibe to see he had replied, “of course I do. Where and when?”

“Here. Now. Kids are asleep, so no talking and it’s got to be fast. Text when you get here, don’t knock.” And I sent him my address.

I flipped it back on, knowing I had about 10-15 minutes to myself before he got here. I used that time to my advantage, thoroughly enjoying myself while the anticipation was killing me for Alex to show up. I reached my orgasm, flipped it off, and then got a text that he had just parked. I walked out to the front room, and waited by the door. Once I heard him walk up, I opened the door as quietly as I could. As we made eye contact, I just put my finger up to my lips and made a quiet “shh” noise and he nodded in understanding.

Quickly, I glanced around to see if anyone was looking. Feeling confident that nobody was, I fully opened up my robe, flashing Alex quickly before closing it and motioning for him to come inside. I quietly closed the door and grabbed his hand, walking him through the dark into my room. Once inside, Alex started whispering something. I quickly gave him another “shh” and patted the bed. He sat down, and I got down on my knees in front of him. I pushed his chest, making him fall back so his legs were dangling off the bed and the rest of him laying on his back.

I slid his sweatpants down while he lifted his hips just enough for them to clear underneath. He wasn’t wearing any underwear and I found that incredibly sexy. I didn’t waste any time, taking his fully limp cock into my mouth all the way, and slowly slid him out while sucking hard. I did this a few times until he was as hard as a rock, this trick always seems to work quickly. I slid him out, and started kissing his shaft up and down while playing with his balls. I realized that I don’t usually give balls any attention, so I used one hand to stroke him while using the other to gently massage his balls.

This made him moan quietly, so I did that for a while, continuing to gently play with them while firmly stroking his shaft. I went back to using my mouth, quickly sliding him all the way in and he moaned again, this time a bit louder. I snickered a bit and shushed him again. He reached over and grabbed one of my pillows, putting it over his face. This made me happy, I knew I was about to make him moan.

Quickening the pace a little, I put more focus on his shaft, taking a moment every once in a while to suck hard and use my tongue to circle the tip of his cock. I could see his stomach and chest starting to rise and fall quickly, his breaths shortening, so I took that as a sign to suck just a little harder.

I considered pulling him out of my mouth and stroking him onto my chest, but I didn’t because the angle wasn’t great, he wouldn’t really see it, plus I had just taken a shower and didn’t want to have to take another. Before I could consider anything else, he started pulsing, shooting cum into my mouth. I slowed way down, hearing him moan into the pillow while I decreased my speed and suction slightly. He pulsed a few more times, I swallowed it down, and I continued to slowly suck. He came a lot, more than usual. Maybe he hadn’t masturbated since I had given him a BJ 4 days ago.

He pulled the pillow off of his face and put it behind his head. I still was lightly stroking and another few drops came out. I licked it and gave the tip of his cock a kiss, and said “delicious” before giving him one more full suck. He covered his mouth with both hands and let out a grunt. I licked his tip one final time, and then I stood up and leaned down a bit, letting him know it was late and I had to get up at 7 with the kids. He shook his head in agreement and pulled on his pants.

I went over to the door to pull it open and he came up closely and whispered to wait. I turned around, and he pointed to my chest and asked, “can I?” I cracked a smile and pulled my robe open exposing my breasts, and he gave them a quick squeeze. He softly started rubbing my nipples between his thumb and finger, and I pulled the robe back over and opened the door. I figured I’d let him get a little bit while they were uncovered, no harm in that.

I walked out to the front door, quietly opened it, and he thanked me with a whisper. I winked at him and softly closed the door behind him. I went in and went to bed, it was already half past midnight.

The kids and I got up at 7, I packed their lunches and drove them to school. When I got back home, my next door neighbor, Becca, was leaving for work. She and I had started becoming friends a few weeks back. I had been to her place twice and she to mine once, all three times we sit at the dining table and drink a glass of wine. It was a bit awkward at first, but now we’re always exchanging pleasantries when we see each other.

She said hello with a smile and walked up to me as I was unlocking my door. Our front doors are only maybe 15 feet apart. She asked me if I wanted to get together this weekend for a glass of wine, she was very open to any day. I told her I’d love that. Then, she asked a question which made my heart sink. “Who was that young guy I saw sneaking by my window last night?”

I decided to play it off. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I replied with a slight grin. I continued, “You must be mistaken.”

She smiled. “I see how it is. Okay, well maybe you’ll remember over a glass of wine then?”

I shrugged my shoulders.

“We’ll see,” she said, “Have a great day, Jess. Text me with what works best!”

I went inside and audibly said, “Shit!”