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!”