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After a Four Day Streak I took a Break. Bad Idea.

After I got home from picking up the kids after my quick hookup with Alex I had hung out and watched a show with the kids before sending them off to bed, and then once they were asleep I decided it was time to both reminisce about the BJ from earlier as well as use my new clit-sucking toy that I have been enjoying. I quietly used it, and during the use I started thinking if it would be a terrible idea to bring this thing with me and use it while giving a blowjob to someone.

The next day, I didn’t see Alex. It was now at this point that I decided to stalk him a bit and went to the schedule printed on the wall. I saw that the next day he worked the late shift, the same one as me. I laughed myself off, I hadn’t “stalked” anyone ever in my life, and I couldn’t believe I was doing it now. I picked the kids up from school and we made dinner together. We had a really great night.

As I was laying in bed, I got to thinking about it and how I had given blowjobs to 4 guys over the past 4 days, breaking my “streak” (god, that sounds terrible) that day. It was technically 3 guys, since I had been with Alex twice (Ben, Alex, Sam, Alex). I sort of laughed to myself, thinking of what a slut I had become, but then shaking that off. No, I’m a newly empowered, independent woman with needs and I’m expressing those needs in a form that’s pleasing to both me and others. This is literally a win-win.

I also thought it was ridiculous. Here I was, just a few months into exploring my sexuality, and I’m overly horny from missing just one single day. I got out my clit-sucker again and used it under my sheets while scrolling through Tinder. Once I was satisfied, I went to sleep.

The next morning (Jan 12) I dropped the kids off and went straight to the gym. I had plenty of time to get a really good workout in and I was excited. During my workout, I started thinking again about how I can just go see Alex on a whim and the prospect of it really turned me on.

I continued working out, trying to distract myself from it, but eventually decided fuck it, I’m going over. I cut my workout short, showered quickly, and then hopped in my car. I still had a few hours before my shift, and I know his shift starts at the same time, so we should be good.

I drove over to his place, hopped out, and knocked on his door.

No answer. I knocked again, no answer.

I turned and started walking to my car and texted him, asking where he was. He didn’t reply. I jumped in my car, disappointed, ready to head home and I saw him pull into the lot. He got out, grabbed a bag of groceries, and started walking up the stairs. I jumped out and followed him up the stairs, he didn’t notice me.

He opened his door and started walking in, and from right behind him I said, “mind if I come in?”

He jumped, completely startled and I laughed. He nearly dropped his groceries, which I’m incredibly glad he didn’t. He awkwardly invited me in, so I walked past him into the kitchen. I grabbed a glass of water while he unloaded his refrigerated stuff and watched.

He put the milk in the fridge and closed the door. He turned around and was about to say something, and I set my glass on the counter and got down on my knees. “No grabbing my hair this time, ok?” He shook his head and started to slide down his pants. I grabbed and helped him slide them the rest of the way down. I grabbed his hips and pulled him closer and I slid my mouth over his limp cock.

I bit down just a little and pulled it back, stretching it just a little before sucking hard and sliding him all the way in. It only took him a few seconds to get completely hard and then I started at a steady pace. I got up on my knees a bit. I found this to be way more comfortable on my leg muscles and my eyes were just below belly button level, so his cock was pretty much standing straight up.

I had to put most of the focus on the tip, bending my head down just a little and making faster, more shallow motions, so I decided I needed to put a lot of suction in this. He started rocking his hips just a little, almost thrusting, and I stopped him by holding his hips still. I didn’t want to be fucked in my mouth, I wanted to suck his dick. I gave him a “hmm mmm” noise and he understood.

He stopped moving pretty much immediately until his legs started to tremble a bit. This was his sign. I crouched back just a little bit and took him deep in my mouth, and he came hard. He started moaning loudly and making his cute whimpering noises while I slowed down and gave him less suction.

I grabbed his softening dick, gave his tip a little tongue swirl, and stood up. I smiled and gave him a quick eyebrow raise and turned, grabbed my keys from the counter and opened the door, which was literally right next to his fridge. I closed the door and then an older woman walked right by, and I smiled at her, then had a good laugh. If she had been just 2 seconds earlier, she would have seen Alex with his pants around his ankles.

I bumped into Alex a number of times at work, but neither of us gave any sort of indication of what happened that morning.

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Yeah. I did it again (my coworker).

Well, it’s not like I learned my lesson. Yeah, I saw all the warnings on Reddit for people telling me “don’t shit where you eat” but I’m having fun with these teases and he seems to like them as well. I mean, he’s not had any issues so far, and the fact that I’ve given him head twice isn’t a bad thing. It’s not like we’re getting married.

I saw Alex at work for the first time since I had given him a second BJ by stopping by his apartment unannounced. He was sitting in the break room with a few others as I was getting ready to clock in for the day. I smiled at him, he gave me a bit of a smile and a nod, and we didn’t say anything. I didn’t want the others to suspect anything at all.

The other two left, and then he stood up to leave as well, but he walked over toward me with his water bottle in his hand. I was standing near the water, so it made sense. He smiled and nodded again, even though nobody was in the room, he was being respectful of the whole “never talk about this again” situation I presented him with the other day.

I started walking toward him, which was toward the exit, and I briefly stopped him by catching his bicep and whispered in his ear, “next time, don’t grab my hair.” I kept walking. He turned around and had another confused look on his face. I’m used to that by now.

I wasn’t even 10 feet away and I got a text from him, that just said, “Is there going to be a next time?”

I put away my phone. I didn’t want to give him anything to feed off of, and I liked the idea of torturing him a bit. I went on with my work day, thinking back on how I had now hooked up with guys 3 days in a row, and it was making me daydream a bit more than is usual.

My kids go over to a friend’s house after school if I’m working late, which tonight I was. There are a few parents at the school that have volunteered for this job since our kids get along and they’re trying to help me out as a single mom. She knew I was going to come get the kids around 8:15, since I was going to be getting off at 8 this night.

My manager found me and told me I was able to leave early today if I wanted to. It was about 7:30 and I thought it would be great to get my kids a half hour earlier tonight so we could spend a bit of time together.

I jumped in my car and started texting my daughter, letting her know that I’d be a bit early, and she told me that she was still working on a group project with her friend, and that her brother was playing video games, so it would be better to pick them up at 8:15 or maybe even 8:30.

I was a bit bummed. I don’t get to see them as much as I used to, but we’re doing our best. I also didn’t want to drive home then just wait around for 15 minutes to have to leave again. So, I just sat there in the parking lot messaging a few of the Tinder guys about potentially meeting up this weekend.

Talking to these guys made me horny again, and while I was responding to texts, I saw the one from Alex earlier. I finally popped it open and asked if I could stop by. He replied and told me I can come over literally any time I want.

I drove over to his place. I walked up and as I was about to knock, he opened the door. He was obviously just waiting for me. I walked in and told him that I don’t want to come over unannounced in case he had another girl over. He told me not to worry about that as he laughed, telling me that there’s really not a chance of that happening, so the invitation to come over whenever I want still stands.

He asked me what’s going on, why I wanted to come over. I smiled and nodded down, looking at his crotch. He smiled and asked, “really?” I shook my head and walked over to the chair and pointed, telling him to sit down. He walked over, and before he could sit, I stopped him and slid my hand down his pants. It was fairly easy since he was wearing sweatpants. I pulled them down and pushed him into the chair.

I slid them all the way off and tossed them to the side. I looked at my watch. It was 7:55 and the kids were 10 minutes away. I had 15-20 minutes. I said, “I’ve only got ten minutes. Is that ok?” while I started stroking his cock. He told me that was more than enough time and smiled.

I grabbed him hard and then slid him into my mouth after a few strokes. He let out a breath and a small moan, and then I started sucking on him quicker. I’m not sure if I enjoy the repetitive motions better or when I mix things up. I think I like them better separately, and I’m starting to be able to tell what Alex likes too. This sort of appeals to me for a minute; understanding what one person likes, but then I realized that I really don’t want to be tied down again and I kept going.

He was fast. He started moaning, his butt started lifting off the seat a bit, and then he came. I was feeling a bit more playful than usual, maybe it was because I knew I still had a bit of time left, but I just kept sucking the tip of his dick for a little longer, but I did it super slowly because when I did it quicker, he started yelping again, but when I would go slowly, he just moaned.

Once I could tell he had enough, I got up, grabbed his pants and tossed them to him, and started walking out. He threw his underwear on quickly, and he grabbed my shoulder and stopped me. He asked why I’m doing this for him. He said he doesn’t deserve it, that he’s not fighting it in any way, but he just doesn’t understand.

I thought about it for a second, not knowing what to say. I didn’t know either. Why have I sucked this young guy’s cock three separate times now, and have asked for nothing back? No, demanded nothing back. I don’t know, myself.

So my answer was simple, I told him, “Because I just like sucking your cock,” with a stupid smirk on my face, and I shrugged my shoulders. Then I added, “is that okay?”

He enthusiastically said of course, and then he asked what he could do to return the favor. I told him the best thing he can do is to keep quiet and let me do what I want to do, when I want to do it. I told him that if he can stick to this, that it might happen again. Then I looked at my watch and told him I had to leave. He said he loved it, he just felt guilty. I told him that it seems like we’re both in the same boat, that we both like this so why not?

I quickly walked down to my car and jumped in. I drove over to get the kids and they still weren’t ready to leave quite yet. It was kind of nice, I had a little opportunity to chat with my friend while my daughter finished up the project. We made it back a little later than I had wanted, but I was happy that the kids were happy, and it was great to get to catch up.

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I broke another rule. I met another guy for a second time.

So the day before, I broke my first rule: never see anyone again. But, I was horny and I knew Alex was a very safe bet, considering I know he’s not hooking up with anyone else and the first time was a lot of fun. I regret nothing.

However, I had texted Sam before I decided to swing by Alex’s place. Well, Sam got back to me in the morning, saying he’d love to meet up again. I was on my way to the gym when I received the text. I was kind of afraid I’d see Sam at the gym since that’s where we met in the first place.

Fortunately, that didn’t happen. I did my workout, took my shower, and then I responded, letting him know that I texted him last night hoping to see him again, but I couldn’t see him again until the weekend, if at all. He was really happy since I had told him a few times over text that it wouldn’t happen again, but said he didn’t want to wait.

I have my kids with me during the week days, and I was going to pick them up after work and bring them back for the week. I told him that it wasn’t going to be an option, and we chatted back and forth about potential no strings weekend fun.

During the evening, I was washing dishes and cleaning up when I got another text from Sam. I didn’t reply until after the kids went to bed. He told me he’d be quiet sneaking in if I wanted to do something tonight. I politely declined, flirting a bit about how he should wait for me until Friday night.

He hinted again, I declined again. I had a glass of wine while we chatted. He asked if we could talk on the phone, and I thought it was no harm. I went into my room and closed my door when he FaceTimed me. I wasn’t expecting this, but I answered anyway. I really never use FaceTime, must be showing my age.

After we chatted for a while, he convinced me to flash him. I wasn’t wearing a bra and he’d already seen me very much naked, he’s the only guy to lick my butthole after all. We started talking about what we’d do this weekend. I told him I couldn’t wait to suck his dick again, since before I was able to get him to cum twice. He said he couldn’t wait to lick me again, and he made special note that I seemed to go absolutely crazy when he licked me “in a certain spot.”

I blushed and he laughed, seeing that he caught me off guard. Then, he suggested he sneak straight into my room and do it again. I pushed back for a moment, but then it kind of appealed to me. It’s not like my wall shares one with the kids’ room, theirs is separated by the bathroom. I told him to hang on, I snuck out and peered into their room (unfortunately, they’re sharing rooms at both my place and the ex’s since we’re still sorting stuff out) and they were both asleep.

I came back in, and I asked exactly what he had in mind. I told him to be detailed.

He did as he was told. He described in very great detail exactly what he would do. First he’d sneak in and we’d quietly close the door. Then, since I’d be wearing nothing under my robe, he would drop it to the floor and push me back. He would lick my ass up to my clit until I came.

He was incredibly detailed, speaking sensually and being very descriptive.

I hesitated. I said, “Then what?” and he was confused.

I asked again. He started down a path of giving me a round two, and then I gave him a buzzer sound and said “wrong” which made him chuckle a bit.

Then he shook his head and said something like, “then we trade places and you suck my cock until I cum and you swallow it all.”

I smirked and said “you’ve got 15 minutes,” and then hung up without anything else being said. I was absolutely terrified and excited at the same time. I took off my clothes and put on my robe.

Ten minutes later, I got a text he was at the apartment. Damn, he was really fast. He must have driven like a madman. I go out and quietly open the door, and he sneaks right past me and goes straight into my room. I had considered a repeat of last time, where I gave him a blowjob to start, but I didn’t have time for two blowjobs and for him to lick me too. It was approaching midnight and I get up with the kids before 7. I knew that the next day I would be exhausted.

I followed directly behind him, quietly closing my bedroom door. The moment the door latched, he was on me, sticking his tongue into my mouth. We swirled around our tongues while he untied my robe, dropping it to the floor. He was wearing sweatpants and a sweatshirt, I wasn’t wearing a thing.

He whispered for me to crawl onto the bed, which I did. I laid on my back, and he told me to get on all fours instead. I shook my head no, and he gave me a pouty face and put his hands together like he was begging. I rolled my eyes and got on all fours. I had just one very dim light on in the corner of the room, but I was still very self conscious of my butthole being the only thing he could see, but then he told me it was the sexiest thing he’s ever seen in his life and it took away a little bit of the anxiety.

He crawled down onto the floor on his knees behind me. He grabbed my butt cheeks with each hand and gave them a big squeeze before spreading them apart and licking me, deeply and slowly, in one motion. Holy heaven. Bliss. I let in a deep breath and tensed up. He told me to relax, and he went back again. I could feel the coldness of his saliva and the air from his nose cooling it, along with the warmth of his tongue. The sensations of the warm and cool mixture was unbelievably pleasurable.

He went further down, sliding his tongue across my clit and circling a few times, while letting out a large breath from his nose, which amplified the sensations on my asshole by a hundred, before sliding all the way back up, drawing circles with his tongue around my ass.

Then, he started rubbing my clit with one hand and steadily licking my ass with his tongue. I leaned my face into my pillow, arching my back, and moaning as quietly as I could, but I can’t imagine it was quiet overall. A few moments later, a shockwave of pure bliss flew through my body as a completely unrestrained orgasm coursed through my body. I clenched together and leaned forward, moaning loudly into the pillow I had dragged with me.

I turned and looked at him, mouthing “holy fuck” to him, and seeing him smile at me was a site to behold. I turned onto my back, laying my head on the pillow so I could see him. He pushed my legs apart a little, and rested his chin on the bed between them.

I covered my pussy with my hand and he laughed, telling me it’s not like he didn’t just see it all.

I patted the bed next to me, told him to get naked and join me. He stripped everything off while I laid there watching, and came and laid next to me. I didn’t wait at all, crawling over one leg so I was laying on my belly with my head at his cock, and I took his half hard cock into my mouth slowly.

It was only a few seconds before he was as hard as he could get, and I grabbed his balls while sucking. He started moaning quickly, and I decided to just keep the pace rather than switching to his head. He came, and as he did this I slid a bit further out and sucked on his head for the first time.

This was hands down the fastest blowjob I had ever given. As he finished, I smiled and held his cock and looked at him and said something like “wow, that was fast” and he seemed to get a little embarrassed and apologized. I told him that no, that’s exactly what I needed because it’s late, so I was happy. He told me he hadn’t came in almost a week, so he wasn’t surprised that he came so fast.

I laughed and told him I wasn’t surprised either, because he came so much I was now full. We both snickered, and I had to “shhh” him to remind him of the kids.

I crawled off, putting my robe on and he got dressed. I told him I enjoyed it and he said the same. We both agreed we should do this again soon before he snuck back out.

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I’m the one that broke the rule with my coworker

So, the night before this one, I had gone over to Ben’s house and basically gave him a super fast, no nonsense blowjob, and I enjoyed the hell out of it. It made me feel a bit more slutty than usual, since there wasn’t a date before it, there wasn’t any wining and dining, nothing. We had talked about a blowjob. Nothing more, nothing less.

I got up early and went to the gym before work, I showered at the gym and headed in. At work all day, I couldn’t stop remembering what had gone on and how I wanted to make that happen again. I was glad we had a slow day at work and I didn’t need to help many people, because I was just in a daydreaming mood all day long.

It was a Sunday, and I didn’t really have any prospects for the night, so I knew I was going to go home disappointed. I was, however, super excited to get home as fast as I could so I could use a new toy I just got. I had even reached out to Sam again, breaking a rule I had set about hooking up with a guy again, but I thought it was fun and I knew he was safe. But, I had reached out to him right before we closed the store and he hadn’t replied yet.

I was about halfway home, just a block from my coworker, Alex, and I don’t know what came over me. He lives just two blocks out of the way, and I didn’t even turn on my blinker, I just turned down his street. I started getting nervous and anxious. Will he be home? Did I piss him off with the “let’s never talk about this again” talks? I didn’t know what to do, but I felt like I NEEDED to give someone a blowjob, and he was my best prospect at this very moment.

I pulled in and sat in the car. Should I text him? Should I just show up? Should I leave? “Fuck it,” I thought. I got out of the car and I walked up the stairs and knocked. He opened the door and had a shocked look on his face. Like, really, really shocked, but he didn’t really say anything except a really long drawn out “heyyyyyyyy Jesssssss”

All I said here was, “Do you want a blowjob?”

His eyes lit up. He opened his mouth and nothing came out. Instead, he just opened the door all the way and stepped back, inviting me in. He had been playing some video game which was paused on the tv. It looked like a war game my son plays called Call Of Duty I think. This makes me hesitate for a few seconds, thinking how young this guy actually is. He’s 24, and I know that even older people play video games, but just thinking he could be playing with my son at times really freaked me out.

I shook that from my mind and looked down and saw he was already starting to get hard. I took off my shirt and my bra. This seemed to help the night before, so why not? His eyes were wide open, again in shock, and I got down on my knees. I unbuttoned his jeans, then unzipped them and slid them down. His boxers were covering his erection, which was as hard as a rock. I reached up and pulled down both sides, making his cock bounce back up after the cloth pulled it down.

I wasted no time and slid it into my mouth, holding his hips with each hand. I started at a medium pace, thinking back to everything I had done the night before to make Ben cum as quickly as possible. I continued at the medium pace, not changing the speed at all, with the exception of the two times I slid out, sucked on his tip as hard as I could, while twisting my neck from side to side (this was new), making him moan loudly.

I could feel his orgasm starting to approach, and I pulled him out of my mouth and started stroking, telling him, “You’re going to cum for me, I’m going to get up and leave, and we’re never going to talk about this again, is that a deal?”

He shook his head yes and mouthed it, deeply out of breath. I immediately plunged as deep as I could on him, I could feel his cock hit the back of my throat. It’s funny, because I’ve read a million times that you should do this as he’s cumming so that you don’t have to taste the cum, but for me that’s not an issue. I like to feel it go through my mouth so I slid it back out and sucked hard on his tip.

He started really pulsing hard and I started twisting my neck while sucking on his tip, I basically had my lips wrapped around the base part of his head, and he reached down and grabbed my hair with one hand while he moaned really loudly while he shot into my mouth. I continued sucking hard and his legs started shaking. He tightened his grip on my hair while he let out what sounded almost like a whimper. I didn’t like the hair grabbing at all.

I looked up at him, he was staring down at me and I gave him a slight smile while I kept his head in my mouth, and I gave him a soft, playful bite before wrapping my lips around him and taking him all the way deep one more time. He whimpered again and I pulled back.

I grabbed my shirt and pulled it over my head, then I grabbed my bra. I figured there was no point in putting it on, I was ten minutes from my own bed.

When I looked back at Alex, he was just standing there watching me, wearing nothing but a t-shirt. He almost looked like a zombie, he had no emotion on his face at all. He shook his head, snapping himself out of the gaze and he opened his mouth to say something and I put my finger over his lips, giving him a quick “shhhhhh” with a smile. I winked at him and turned and walked away.

I went straight to my car, turned it on, and cranked the volume up way too loud, then drove home. I had ordered a new toy, one that just sucks my clit because it was cheap and it got good reviews and I was excited to try it out, so as soon as I got home I went straight to my bed. It was still really early since we close early on Sundays. I basically dove down and tried it out and holy crap, it was insane. I had an unbelievable orgasm, I was so turned on from the quick, absolutely zero strings attached blowjob I had just given.

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I Thought I was a $2 Hooker

It had been a long week, the kids had extra stuff going on with school and there was a little drama with trying to sell the house, dealing with some last minute fixes, etc. I was stressed, and the way for me to relieve stress was with, well, horny stuff.

I had been talking to guys from Tinder, and found it shockingly difficult to get what I wanted. I assumed that every single guy out there would either a) be able to show me their most recent test results showing they’re safe, or b) want a handjob if they couldn’t produce it.

The amount of guys that laughed me off for asking if I could come to their place to give them a handjob is unbelievable. I see people complaining that they can’t get any matches period, and the guys that tell me I’m being crazy or childish… I’ll have to make a post at some point with some of the crazy messages I get about that.

Well, I came across Ben. Ben was an exception. He totally understood my desire, and I think he both liked and respected it. I told him up front that I really just like giving blowjobs, but I won’t do it if there’s no proof the guy is clean. I told him that if he’d be willing to show me, that I’d come over right away.

He showed me almost immediately. He was anxious. I had been drinking. I downed a few glasses of my cheap wine and when he sent me his location, I realized two things. First, I shouldn’t drive. Second, I had been spending way too much money on Ubers lately. My ex and I were still both really trying to be honest with expenses and frugal while we’re splitting assets. We both took some money from savings but honestly with first and last month’s rent, deposit on the apartment, application fees, furniture, and trying to still be a good parent, I was about tapped out.

So I was honest with him. Told him I didn’t want to drive and I couldn’t justify the price of an Uber. I mean it’s not like I’m eating rice and beans and canned foods yet, but I’ve always tried to be fairly frugal, and it was starting to get the best of me once I saw just how much Ubering I’d been doing. He asked how much it was, and I told him.

He sent me the money over Apple Pay almost instantly. He didn’t even say anything else and I just said I’d be right there.

I hailed the Uber, got in the car, and had a great chat with the Uber driver. I love when I hear someone with a thick accent driving. They always have a great story, and he was no exception.

I showed up to his place, which was a small two bedroom older house close to campus. I knocked on the door and he opened and let me in. I peered around, he asked if I wanted a drink, and I thought about it for a second. I asked if he had any wine, and he said all he had was beer. I declined.

We stood there in silence for a bit. We had literally talked about me coming over to give him a blowjob and that’s it. I just wanted to get to it, I didn’t really want to hang out. I wanted to get up a little earlier than usual for a weekend so I could go to the gym before work.

So there was a little awkward banter for a few minutes. He was pretty sexy, and I like to see my guys naked, not just their dick through their pants, so I decided I needed to be the one to make the first move.

He was wearing gray sweatpants, (which for you guys is literally the sexiest thing you can wear), so I pressed up against him, kissed him, and pulled up his shirt. He took the lead and pulled it the rest of the way up and over his head, and he did the same to me. I undid my bra and dropped it on the floor. He reached out and cupped my breasts, I kissed him again, and then I slid my hands down his hips, keeping my hands against his skin.

I slid his pants down a little, and then I got down on my knees. He was halfway hard, and I grabbed his cock with one hand and gave it a few strokes while he got all the way there. Once he was fully hard, I slowly slid him into my mouth. He stepped out of one side of his pants, opening his legs a little, and I was able to sit myself back a little bit since he was now the right height.

There wasn’t any romance to this night. I was horny, and I wanted to make him cum. I wanted to do it fast. I started moving at a medium pace. I typically start slow, with lots of teasing, but tonight was the first night that we had discussed the plan, which was for us to meet, me to suck his dick, and then I would leave.

He seemed to like the pace. He tightened his legs and one started trembling quickly. I didn’t change my rhythm at all. I just kept going, steady and deep. He started moaning and breathing hard, and I slipped out and gave his head a few really, really hard sucks and he grunted hard.

I then went back to the original pace, and he asked if he should cum on my tits. I didn’t answer him, I just pulled back and started sucking on the tip again, as hard as I could, and he exploded. I quickly took him as far back into my throat as possible while I felt him pulsing with my tongue. I kept him in the back of my mouth until he finished with his twitches and then I finally slowly released him.

My legs were absolutely burning at this point, so I shifted back, sitting on my butt with my knees on both sides of his legs. His pants were wadded up to the side under my right knee. I reached up, grabbing his cock and I gave a few small strokes, then I wiped a few small drips of cum with my thumb.

He took a small step back, but since his pants were trapped under my leg, he sort of stumbled backwards a little. I quickly raised my leg so he wouldn’t fall. We had a really good laugh at that. I asked him how long it would take him for a second round, and he said he hadn’t ever tried.

I asked him how long he thought, if he could do it again in 15 minutes, and he said it was possible. He pulled his pants back on and I grabbed my shirt. I started putting my bra on, and he asked if I was serious, if I would do it again, and I told him I needed to wake up early, so if he wanted another one, it would have to be like 15 minutes because that was all the time I really had.

He kind of laughed, and said that if I wanted there to be a better shot at it, that I should keep my shirt off. I thought about it for a few seconds and then said fine, I’ll take a beer. I figured I had already done stuff to him, and I was fully topless the whole time, so it’s not like there was any secret to hide.

I drank about half the beer over 15 minutes while we chatted and asked him if he thought it was a possibility, and he told me that although he would absolutely love it because it was one of the best blowjobs he’d ever had, he really didn’t think he could cum again. I said it was fine, and I started getting dressed. I told him I needed to go, I hit the Uber and thanked him for paying for it.

He laughed and said it was his pleasure, said he would pay for it anytime, and the Uber arrived after like 2 minutes. I apologized for not finishing the beer, told him I had fun, and I left.

Afterward

I went home and used my vibrator while just looking at his Tinder photos. Ben was super hot, the night was hot, and I absolutely loved just showing up and not really dealing with the b.s. that leads up to the fun. Thinking about it while masturbating got me off insanely well.

A few days went by, and I had been thinking about how he said he would “Pay for it” any time, and I started getting really self conscious about this. I didn’t want to be a prostitute, especially not for just a few dollars. I mean I guess not for any money, but especially for $1.86, which is why I posted to Reddit asking. The comments were pretty amusing, and reassured me that no, I’m not a prostitute because I didn’t do it for the money, I did it for the fun. Later, I went back into Uber and added a tip so that I didn’t have that guilt. I gave the driver home a $10 tip, and then I realized that I didn’t tip the first driver, but oh well, no big deal. Someone asked if I felt better knowing I spent money to give a BJ and yes, I actually did, because then it’s absolutely obvious I didn’t do it for any money.

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My First Sleepover

I had been arranging plans to meet Bradley (not Brad!) for a few days now. We met on Bumble. I actually like Bumble a bit more than Tinder, but we won’t get into that now. I was a bit scared that Alex might stalk me or something after last night, but that never happened, I actually didn’t get any texts from him.

I got off work at 5, went home and showered, shaved, and did my hair. We were meeting at a restaurant that both of us wanted to try but had never been. I took an Uber because I really didn’t want to risk driving buzzed again. Over dinner, we had some really nice conversations. Minus the fact that I called him “Brad” at the beginning and he had to sternly correct me to “Bradley,” we seemed to agree on everything. We had each had a glass of wine before our meal arrived, and then had ordered a second one once the meal came out.

He was in a similar situation to me: he had kids, was divorced, but he was actually looking for a relationship. We had briefly discussed this over text, but I really wanted to make it clear that I’m just in it for one day at a time, and that given I’m only a few months out of a 20+ year relationship, that I am pretty well against any kind of follow on.

He had told me early on in our text conversations that I should probably stick to Tinder for these kinds of meetups, but he wanted to see me anyway, so I think things were pretty clear that we were just in this for the night.

After we finished, he invited me back to his place for dessert. I thought that was a little unique, considering most the time I thought people went back for “drinks”. I agreed. We grabbed an Uber to his place, and we got there I asked what was for dessert. “Me,” he joked, and then got out a tub of Ben & Jerry’s Cherry Garcia. Clever, he had asked me what my favorite ice cream was a few days back. Bonus points for sure.

He brought out two spoons and we sat on the couch taking turns shoveling it into our mouths. After some conversation, he sat the mostly eaten tub to the side and crawled up over me and we started kissing. His kisses were more passionate and slow than the previous men I had been with. Bradley was in his mid 30’s, where the others have been a decade younger.

It was at this point that I realized we were absolutely going to be fooling around, and I had just made a post on Reddit the other day about my first hookup cumming in my mouth. The post really scared some reality into me in that I was terrified of catching something from him by giving him a blowjob. I asked him when the last time he had been tested was, under the impression based on my Reddit post that this was a totally normal question, and he chuckled, saying he didn’t really remember, maybe 9 months ago or so.

I shook my head, and he asked if it was okay. I didn’t know what to do because I hadn’t been in this boat before, but he said we could stop if I wasn’t ready. He was being really nice. I smiled and told him everything was great. I took this moment to stand up and slowly unbutton my shirt, staring him in the eyes the whole time. He just sat and watched. I slid down my blouse and then unclamped my bra, letting it fall to the floor.

“I have protection in my room,” he told me, which made me feel good with my nervousness more than likely showing through. I smiled and nodded, and he stood up, grabbed my hand, and then walked me into his room. He opened his drawer, grabbed a condom, and sat it on top, then started taking off his clothes.

He told me he doesn’t do this often, so he’s not really sure what we’re supposed to do, and I told him that I was the same. I unbuttoned my pants and slid everything off, and awkwardly stood there completely naked while he finished getting undressed. He looked up at me and let out a “holy shit” which made me blush and I said “I thought the same thing when I saw you.”

This was a bit of a lie. He didn’t have the absolutely perfect body I’d seen before, but he was still very sexy. He had a hairy chest and stomach, he had a very typical dad-bod and there’s nothing wrong with that. I thought it was kind of funny considering how hairy he was in the fact that he had completely shaven everything around his crotch.

He walked up to me and kissed me again, pressing up against me. His cock was still completely soft, and I reached down and gave it a grab. He slowly pushed his weight against me, knocking me back onto the bed. He immediately got down on his knees and started kissing the inside of my legs, starting with my knees, moving across from knee to knee, then up a little closer, until he arrived up at my pussy (I never know what word to use here. I hate that books use either “folds” or “sex” most of the time. It’s not sex unless you’re having sex!). I think the anticipation felt much better than the actual act of him licking me, but it still felt good.

He went down on me for a little while, mostly focusing slow, long licks between my clit and my hole. He definitely had experience, he knew what to do and it showed. Still, while I was getting licked, I was thinking about what was going to be next. Was he going to fuck me, or was I going to give him a blowjob? I still was nervous about the risks, that Reddit post really freaked me out.

I hadn’t noticed that at some point he must have grabbed the condom, opened it, and put it on while he was going down on me, but he climbed up on me and slowly slid it in. I was mortified. I asked him where the condom was, and he said not to worry, he’s wearing it, and I looked down to see he was telling the truth. I relaxed a bit, and he started thrusting.

It wasn’t but two minutes later that he said he was getting close, and I said I wanted him to cum on my chest. I think the thought of this set him over the edge, because he instantly came in the condom. Watching his face with the grunts almost made me laugh. His face was red and the veins in his neck pronounced. He looked like a guy I have seen doing dead lifts at the gym.

He rolled over onto his back, completely out of breath, and he pulled the condom off and dropped it in the trash, before looking over at me. He told me it was incredible, and I told a little fib and told him I agreed. He stretched his arm out, basically hinting that I should lay on his shoulder, so I took his lead and did so.

He said again how hot it was, and I reached down and grabbed his cock with a very soft grip and started stroking it. I said I agreed, but I didn’t get a chance to do my thing, and he let me play with him by stroking him for a few minutes before he said he couldn’t take it anymore, so I stopped.

It was getting late, and I told him that I had a blast, but I needed to go. He asked me to stay the night. I told him I had to work the next day so I should probably go, and he said he had to be at work around 9, so if I stayed he could drop me wherever I needed. I didn’t need to work until 11, so it wasn’t a terrible idea and I don’t know why, but I agreed. I told him I needed to use the bathroom, and while I was in there I was thinking of excuses to leave, and by the time I came back, he was completely passed out.

I decided that would be a completely asshole thing to do, so I crawled in next to him and fell asleep pretty quickly myself.

I woke up at 6:30, the sun somehow was peering through a crack in the blinds, directly in my eyes. I rolled over and saw that he was completely uncovered, laying out almost like a starfish, completely naked, morning wood in full view. I must have hogged all the blankets. My ex used to always complain about this. 

This gave me a great idea. I slid off the bed and he didn’t budge. I walked around to the foot and as slowly as I could, crept up and slid my mouth over his cock. I slowly started sucking, wondering when he was going to wake up.

It wasn’t even a minute later when he opened his eyes and registered what was happening. I immediately asked him if this was okay, and he enthusiastically agreed. I started sucking a bit faster and with more force, and then the thought of catching something reared in my head, so I leaned back, straddling over the top of his legs, with his cock right near my crotch. 

After I moved, I came back with a bit more motion, and he asked if we could use some lube, since he never does anything dry. I agreed, and he reached up and grabbed a bottle of coconut oil from his side table and handed it to me. I squirted a little in my hands, rubbed them together, and started stroking him again. I started slowly, covering every bit of his shaft. His cock wasn’t quite big enough to stroke with both hands, so I played with his balls a little with my left hand and stroked with my right. 

Soon after, he started moaning very loudly and his cock started pulsing. I could tell he was very close. I grabbed with both hands and started twisting in opposite directions and he almost instantly came. I pointed it up toward his belly button, and his cum started catching in his hair. I kept stroking, slowing my motion, until he was done, and I realized this was my first post-marriage handjob. I had given my ex handjobs here and there, but it was always laying next to him. I hadn’t ever sat there this exposed, and I certainly hadn’t really ever watched everything unfold like this. It was incredibly hot, and it made me want to do it again, and soon. 

He looked down at his stomach and laughed at the mess. I laughed with him. He said he needed to rinse off before we head out, but that I should make us both some coffee if I drank it. I threw on one of his shirts and went out there to figure it out. I made the coffee no problem, and he came walking out wearing his pants but no shirt. He made a joke about how his stomach was clean now and it made me blush a little.

I told him the coffee was about done brewing and I walked over to the living room and grabbed my shirt from the floor. He was watching me and said something about how he wishes I hadn’t been so careful bending over. It took me a second to register that I even had been careful not to just moon him and I chuckled a bit.

We drank our coffee and then I went and got dressed. He told me he had to brush his teeth, and I think it was one last excuse to watch me change, because he didn’t really pay much attention to his teeth.

He asked me where he should drop me off, and I told him where I lived. He kind of looked disappointed and I gave him a questioning look, and he said it was the complete opposite direction of his office. I told him it was fine, I could take an Uber, and he told me it was fine, he could be a little late.

I insisted and called the Uber, he felt bad and tried to hand me some money to cover it. I declined. The Uber arrived and took me home, and I took my own shower and got ready for work.

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New Year’s Eve. my coworker

When I woke up on New Year’s Eve, I assumed I’d be spending the evening completely alone. I had been talking to some guys on Tinder, and most of them already had plans. A few invited me to come out, but being with a stranger from Tinder and his friends just didn’t sound appealing to me. Honestly, a glass of wine and a book sounded like good enough distraction from knowing I wasn’t going to be with my kids on the first day of the new year for the first time in their lives.

I went to work as usual, and we were all getting excited because the store was closing early because of the holiday. Someone was going around inviting a few people to dinner, which I graciously accepted.

We closed the store, finished everything up, and were out the door before 7. We all decided to meet at the restaurant, and I drove straight there. All in, there were just four of us. It was a nice time and a good distraction. As we finished our dinner and split the bill up, I was intending on going home, but then one of the girls asked me to join her with some more of the crew at the bar that was just around the corner. I was hesitant, but she insisted since I didn’t have anything going on.

It was close enough that we both just walked together. Once we got there, there were a lot more coworkers, and we had a good time. There was some dancing, but mostly drinking, and it was pretty easy to have conversations. It didn’t take too long before almost everyone I knew was gone. I think everyone just did the ol’ Irish Goodbye and disappeared. At this point, there were only 6 of us left, and we took a seat at a table and ordered one final round before we were going to part.

Three of them downed their drinks quickly and took off, and then it was down to just the three of us: Jade, who was the one I came with from dinner, and Alex, a slender, younger guy in his very early 20’s that I didn’t know too well. I still had a good 2/3 of my drink left when Jade got a text and told us she had to leave. She said I could join her, but it felt more like a pity invite than anything else, so I told her that I was completely fine and she should go have fun.

We’re down to just Alex and I. For some more context, we had talked about how he’s working full time at the store while attending community college part time. He’s a bit of a loner, he’s really close with his family, and he also didn’t have plans for the evening. He doesn’t have many friends, he’s not really into the whole party scene that a lot of his classmates are into. He just wants to get through school so he can get into grad school and become a pharmacist.

He asked me if I wanted to keep hanging out. I declined. We both finished our drinks and walked out together. He asked where I was parked, and I told him it was a few blocks away at the restaurant, and he told me he’d be happy to walk with me to make sure I was safe. I kind of laughed in my head, because this gentle guy wouldn’t protect me against a fourth grader, but it was a great gesture and I accepted after a bit of a fight about it.

Once we got to my car, I realized now I should drive him back to the bar, so I asked him if he had parked there as well. He laughed, told me that he had taken the bus here so he was just going to walk back. I asked where he lived and it was pretty far, and I volunteered to drive him home. Just like me, he fought it a bit but then caved.

We sat there in relative silence for a bit, and then when we started getting close and he was giving the turn by turn directions, he said that he had a bottle of champagne that was a few years old and he had some white wine, and if I wasn’t doing anything we could just watch all the Times Square stuff together. It seemed quite harmless, and this guy had not one single ounce of flirt in his body. It almost felt like a girlfriend asking me to come over. I agreed.

We went upstairs to his apartment and he quickly ran around picking up the few things that were out of place. He asked if I wanted the champagne or the wine and I laughed and said we should save the champagne for the new year’s toast, so let’s get the wine.

He grabbed the bottle from the back of his cupboard. It was pretty obvious that it had been there for a while and he was saving it for a “special occasion.” He didn’t have wine glasses, so he grabbed us each a pint glass and filled them up. I laughed and asked if he was trying to get me drunk, and he blushed a bit then told me he could pour some back. I told him it was fine and that I can just sip.

We turned on the TV and watched some of the New Years Rockin’ Eve. We basically both just made fun of the people because neither of us really keeps up with this kind of thing. We drank, we sat in silence, and occasionally we dove down a rabbit hole of conversation. One of them ended up finally switching to sex as the topic.

On this topic, I learned that he’s had sex with one girl, and he’d gotten a blowjob from a different girl, but these were both over 3 years ago. Since then, he’s been single and he never has enough confidence to talk to women. We had already discussed that I’m newly single, we had talked about my relationship, how I was married to the same man and had been with him since high school, and that I’m finally enjoying my newfound freedom, just now getting to explore my own sexuality with others.

One of those “freedoms” is being able to do whatever I want, when I want, as long as it’s a weekend or the kids are at school, I don’t really have the responsibilities I used to have. It was at this time that I looked up at the TV and saw that there was a little over 12 minutes left before the ball dropped in Times Square.

He had been fairly uncomfortable all night. I continuously caught him sneaking glimpses at my body, but he was a complete gentleman. I could tell he wanted to say something but feared rejection. I just knew it, deep down. I didn’t know how to suggest anything with him. Prior to now, the topic of either sex or a blowjob came fairly naturally from the guy, and I fed off that. So I just decided I had to take the lead.

So I asked if I could make a suggestion, for the ball drop and the rest of Rockin Eve. Of course, he agreed, having no idea what the suggestion was.

I told him that I thought it would be fun to see if I could get him to cum right at midnight as the ball dropped. That’s all I said for now, and I just looked at him.

He said “uh” and “um” and “uh yeah” like 50 times each, I swear I could actually see the gears turning in his head trying to formulate a sentence. He awkwardly shifted on the couch while muttering, and I told him I’m going to take that as a yes.

He shook his head and said yes.

I sat my wine cup on the side table and crawled in front of him. I told him I had a rule, that this is a one time thing, and neither of us could speak of this again. After tonight, this never happened. He shook his head and said yes, that worked for him.

I slid his pants down, and his underwear as well. He was already as hard as a rock. I palmed it and gave it a few strokes, looked up at him and reconfirmed: we will never talk about this again, and you won’t tell anyone. He agreed.

I started slowly. I pulled his cock to the side and started kissing it, and he started breathing incredibly quickly. I told him to relax, and he said ok and leaned back. I told him that was more like it, and then I gave one very deep suck, all the way down. I hadn’t had a guy moan like that on the first few seconds before, and somehow his cock felt like it got just a little harder.

I started sucking, moving up and down slowly, and he felt like he was about to cum. Knowing that it wasn’t yet time, I slowed down a bit, switched to my hand, and looked at the TV. There was only about 2 minutes left, and I asked him if he could last another two minutes. He shook his head without saying anything, just breathing hard.

I told him if he can’t last that it’s fine, and then I went back to work. After no time at all, I heard them starting the countdown and I took a quick break and told him I wanted him to cum at zero, to which he nodded and looked visibly shaken. When zero happened, the music started playing, and he didn’t cum, so I started sucking harder and faster. His moans started getting louder and his breath sounded like he was running a marathon.

After maybe a minute, possibly a little less, he exploded. He grabbed the pillow and shoved it into his face while he started moaning these quick little moans, it almost reminded me of a puppy yelping. I continued to suck until his cock stopped throbbing, and then I slowly slid it out, kissing it a few times as it lost a little bit of its hardness. I reached up and pushed the pillow to the side, giving him a smile and asking how it was.

Still not forming a complete sentence, he basically mustered out that it was the best thing that’s ever happened to him. He told me he felt like he won the lottery. I smiled and shook it off, I told him I was so glad and that I had a lot of fun.

He actually apologized for not cumming right at midnight, and I laughed pretty hard. I was actually finishing off the last gulp of my wine and nearly spit it out. I reassured him that it was completely fine, I didn’t actually expect it to happen, I just thought it was a fun little game. He seemed relieved.

I had the early shift the next day. Luckily, we opened a few hours later than normal because it was New Year’s Day, but I still had to be there at 9. I told him I needed to get going. He awkwardly said something like “Can I, uh, can I do something for you too?” while he was getting his pants back on.

I smiled and told him that I’m sure I enjoyed it every bit as much as he did, and that he needed to remember the rule. This never happened. He told me absolutely, and he did the dorky motion like he locked his lips and threw away some invisible key.

I winked and turned to leave. He said “wait!” in a loud voice, and I turned around. He wrapped me up in a hug and said thank you. I smiled, and said “no, thank you,” and pushed my finger into his chest and walked out. I got out to the parking lot and looked up, I saw that he was watching me through the window, and as soon as I did, he quickly backed away. I laughed and got into my car.

Looking back on it, I absolutely shouldn’t have driven, but I didn’t feel very buzzed at all. It took me about 10 minutes to get home, luckily his place is almost exactly halfway home from work, so I knew right where I was. When I got home, I immediately crashed.

The next morning, January 1, my alarm went off at 7. I had a text from one of my kids and a text from Alex. I replied first to my daughter, wishing her a happy new year and telling her I couldn’t wait to see her tomorrow, and then I read the text from Alex. He told me it was amazing, the best he’s ever felt, and he would love for a round two, or would love to return the favor.

I reminded him of the agreement, that we’d never speak again, and he said yeah, he remembered, but just wanted to throw it out there. I said let’s just stick to it, and he said okay.

I got ready and went in to work. I was glad he had the day off, because I didn’t want to risk anything.

During my lunch break, I saw I had another text from him, where he basically said the same thing again. He said he was super horny and that he wanted to meet me that night. I was pretty firm in my response, I said that he’s not living up to his end of the deal that we never speak about it again, and I told him I already had plans that night.

He asked what I was doing, and I ignored him. This is actually when I made a Reddit post. I didn’t reply that day, and he didn’t text me again.

Afterwards

A few days went by, and we hadn’t spoke. We were friendly, just sort of saying hello in passing at work, nodding, and smiling. In passing one time, I stopped him and asked him how he was doing, and he said he was great. He apologized for breaking the rule, and I said I understood, but it can’t be broken again. He said he completely understood and respected it, and it’s now just a really good dream he had. I thanked him and got back to work.

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Christmas Eve. Drunk, Horny, Lonely.

My ex husband and I haven’t fully worked out the kinks in our schedule with the kids. What I mean by that is that I get the kids during the week, and he gets them during the weekends. We both agreed to that and we agreed on every other Christmas/holiday as being an exception. To start things out since we just got divorced, this year was his with the kids.

Since we’re still very amicable with our relationship, my ex did say that I can visit with the kids a bit on Christmas, and I came over in the morning to make sure I did that, but on Christmas eve, I was all alone all day. I was hoping to work, but I got my shift cancelled before coming in. So I was stuck with nothing. I went to the gym. I typically go to the gym in the mornings, but this time, since it was Christmas eve, the gym wasn’t open long.

I started the morning doing yoga and listening to an audio book. That got a bit boring, so I went to the gym. While I was there, it was nearly empty, and a guy approached me who I talked to. He wasn’t the best looking, nor was he in great shape, but I really enjoyed his confidence and personality. We chatted a bit and then went our separate ways, and I’m pretty sure he kept doing exercises near me to “happen” upon another compliment or quick chat.

After a bit, he walked over to me and handed me his phone number, introducing himself as Sam. He told me he’s flying solo for the next few days and if I wanted to not spend the holidays alone, that we could hang out, watch movies, chat, or whatever. I just smiled, accepted his phone number, and finished my workout.

I got home and there was still a ton of time left, so I busted open a bottle of wine and started reading a book. It wasn’t long before the bottle was completely empty and I wanted another one. Problem was, I was pretty drunk at that point and I didn’t want to drive. I looked up the closest grocery store and since it was already 7:30 on Christmas eve, it was closed.

I had accumulated a pretty big group of Tinder matches by this point, and I put down the book and started messaging them, and of the two that replied back within a half an hour, they both were out of town for Christmas. I had the little piece of paper sitting on my table staring me in the face, so I decided what the hell? I grab it, saw the name and phone number and gave him a text saying “hi, it’s me from the gym, what are you doing?”

He told me he wasn’t doing anything and we started texting back and forth for a bit. I told him I was missing my kids, that I was drunk and in a bad mood, and he was a great distraction. I also told him I was pissed because I was out of wine. He told me he had a bottle of wine he could bring over if I was interested, and without any sort of hesitation, I sent the dirtiest text I have ever sent, even still to this day: “I would literally suck your dick if you brought me a bottle of wine.”

After it hit me what I said, my stomach sank and I wished I could take it back. I saw his response coming in with the three little text dots for what seemed like an hour, only for it to simply say, “address?”

I hesitated for a bit, because at this point I had never brought a guy over to my apartment. But, I was horny and lonely so I gave it to him. He said he would be here in 10 minutes. He was right on time.

I jumped up and started straightening the place up. I keep a very clean, nearly spotless home, so it wasn’t too much work, but I was finishing the dishes when I heard him knock. I opened the door and he smiled, holding out the bottle of wine. I grabbed it and he said “I didn’t do this because of what you said in the text, I’m not going to hold you to it.”

I turned around and walked over to the kitchen while he let himself in and closed the door. I turned and looked over my shoulder and said something like “that’s too bad.” His face got bright red.

We sat down in the living room. It’s really small and I don’t have a coffee table, so we both sat on the couch holding our glasses of (very full) wine. We talked quite a bit, it was a nice distraction for me about not having the kids for the first Christmas eve, ever in their lives. I did most of the drinking, which I’m glad because he drove over here.

I was pretty drunk at this point and I needed to sober up, at least a little, or I wouldn’t be able to head over for Christmas morning with the kids. I asked him if he would mind waiting around while I jumped in and took a super fast shower to try and sober up. He said he wouldn’t mind waiting. I tied up my hair so it wouldn’t get wet, turned on the water, jumped into a pretty cold shower and took a quick one, and it did the trick. I was still buzzed but not shit-faced like I was before.

My level of horny, though, was still a ten out of ten. I decided I was going to continue on this new bold streak. I dried myself off and cracked open the door, peeking out a bit, and he turned his head, saw me and smiled, and then turned back to his phone. I took a deep breath, opened the door all the way, and walked out, completely naked.

I was a few steps in before he realized, and he looked up as I was maybe 10 yards away and his eyes opened huge. He looked like a deer in headlights as I walked up to him, I got down on my knees in front of him and pushed his legs apart. I reached up, grabbing his cock through his sweatpants, and I asked him if this was okay. He nodded and told me only if I want to, he’s not expecting me to do anything for the wine.

I said something like, “good, because what I really want to do is to suck your dick. Is that okay with you?”

He muttered out an “uh yeah for sure” and then I slid down his pants and underwear. Then I asked him if he wanted it fast or slow, because I can do either. He told me he wanted me to go slow, so that’s what I did. I started by kissing up and down his shaft, then slowly taking him in my mouth. Any time I thought it sounded or felt like he was about to cum, I slowed down, making it last longer.

Finally, after quite a while of teasing him faster and slower, he asked me if I could just go faster now. I obliged and continued to suck a little harder while increasing my pace, not slowing down for him to rest. He came while I continued to suck on him, and even though I pretty much swallow it as it’s happening, I can tell that this is the most in terms of pure volume that I’ve ever come across. I think that the half hour or so of slowly building him up really did it, or maybe that’s just him.

After he was done, I did my signature “hold it while I talk to him, then kiss it and lick the tip before letting go” thing I’ve been doing until then (and still now) because it seems to drive them wild.

I was incredibly satisfied with this one. He seemed so appreciative, and I could tell it made him feel amazing, and he asked to return the favor. I was so freaking horny and I just wanted my vibrator. I wanted him to leave. But he told me he wasn’t going to take no for an answer.

I figured that since I was already completely naked, maybe it was worth a shot. I hadn’t really enjoyed it to this point but maybe it was just because my husband was terrible at it. Also, I had never had someone lick me with the lights on, and this terrified me.

I agreed, and told him I had two conditions. He smiled and was all ears. I told him first, we were going to move to my bed. He shook his head in acknowledgment and asked what the second was. I told him I get to suck his dick again afterward and he looked shocked. “You’re going to do that again?” He practically yelled it and I told him he needed to quiet down. He said he didn’t know if he could.

I told him that the next time would be faster, but yes, I really wanted to do it again so as long as we can try, I would be happy.

So, I headed into the room and he followed quickly after. I asked him how he wanted me and he said on my back. I crawled onto the bed, and he practically dove onto the bed and immediately started licking me. I was already really wet but his licking me didn’t feel that great. Even my ex husband did a better job than him. I was considering stopping. I was considering faking an orgasm. Then, he pushed my legs together and pushed my knees up toward my chest and stuck his tongue in my butt.

Holy shit.

No tongue had ever graced my butthole before. I immediately tensed up. He asked me if it was okay, and I said keep going. So then, he slowly started licking me up and down, and this motion like a pendulum swing was just sublime. I started moaning, and then he moved up toward my clit and licked, and while it felt good, I wanted more lower. I think I said something like “stay lower” and he did. After a few more minutes of that, I couldn’t let him continue. I had my first orgasm from oral, and it was from my butt. I didn’t even know that was possible. Like, I legitimately didn’t know.

I patted the pillow, as if for him to trade places with me. He did, and I laid down on my stomach, holding his semi-hard cock in my hand while I started kissing it. He got hard pretty quickly, and I told him that it looks like we might be in business, and through his heavy breaths, he told me yeah.

I told him I was going to go quicker this time, and he said that would be great, so I did. As soon as he was all the way hard, I kept a constant, quick, motion and I started playing with his balls. I hadn’t ever played with any balls besides my ex before, and that was very minimal. But he seemed to like it.

This time, instead of it being around a half an hour, it was just a few minutes. And he didn’t cum very much at all, which is exactly what I was expecting.

We both stood up, and I went and grabbed his clothes from the couch before walking them back to my room where he was still laying on the bed. I tossed them next to him and told him that I hadn’t realized that it was already nearly 1am and that I had to wake up early so I could go see my kids at 9. He took the hint and started getting dressed.

I walked into the bathroom and brushed my teeth, getting ready for bed. He rounded the corner and looked, kind of laughed and told me he had expected me to be wearing a robe or something. I told him I sleep naked, so why not just stay that way? He agreed and laughed again, saying it was no problem to him.

This is the part I hated, because it’s happening every time and I hadn’t yet figured out how to communicate beforehand. He asked if we could see each other again, even tomorrow night for Christmas, and I told him it was fun, I may consider it, but that it was just meant to be a fun night, nothing more. I think it was a little more awkward this time because I was standing there completely naked, feeling cornered in the bathroom.

He said he understood and hoped I changed my mind. We both said our goodbyes, wished each other a Merry Christmas, and I went and locked the door. I turned off the lights and went to bed, setting my alarm for early.

He and I have chatted a few times since then and I am absolutely considering hooking up again, but we haven’t yet.

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My First Car BJ

I had started getting quite a few matches on Tinder by this point, and it was kind of difficult to weed through them all to find someone that wasn’t a complete asshole. Granted, I just wanted to meet them for a few hours, but that doesn’t mean I want to reward someone who doesn’t deserve it.

I was still chatting with 3 or 4 guys pretty closely, and Oliver asked what I was doing that night. It was Saturday afternoon, I was at work, and I had absolutely nothing going on that night. We agreed to meet up at a bar, one I hadn’t ever been to, but it was pretty close to work so that helped a lot. I didn’t get off until 9:30, and we met up right after. He was there when I got there, and he looked exactly like his profile pictures so it wasn’t difficult to spot him.

We sat at a booth and started chatting. This time I couldn’t pretend that I was from out of town or anything, so it was a lot easier to keep things straight. I was working a holiday temp job which was ending in another few weeks, so I didn’t feel like I had to hide where I worked or anything.

Soon, the conversation turned quite sexual. We talked about everything. It was kind of refreshing to get off my chest about how my ex and I hadn’t really been into sex, we were both just mainly co-parents. He told me how his parents had divorced pretty much the moment he moved out, so it was obvious that they had stuck it out just for him. That me realize that we finally did the right thing by separating. The kids seem happier now that both myself and their father are happy, even though it means bouncing between two households that are much smaller than they were used to.

We talked about his past partners and what he liked. I don’t know why, but hearing some of his stories turned me on. At one point I asked what his favorite experience was, and he told me that right out of high school, his girlfriend gave him a blowjob in his car outside of her house, just a few houses over, after a date. They didn’t have anywhere else to go, didn’t want her dad to find out, so they stopped before they made it back.

The conversation went on for a few more minutes, and then the bartender came over to ask what else she could get for us, and I declined, knowing that I needed to drive. He looked at me and asked if I’d like another, or if I wanted to get out of here. I smiled and nodded toward the door, indicating I was ready to leave.

He settled our tab and I tried to hand him some cash but he refused. We walked out the door, and as soon as we got out there, he pushed me against the wall and started kissing me. It was passionate and unexpected, and he didn’t use as much tongue as I had recently become used to.

After a few minutes of making out like what felt like teenagers, he asked if we could go back to my place. I told him we couldn’t. I didn’t want anyone knowing where I live yet, mainly to protect my kids in case something happens, or he gets clingy, etc. I asked him if we could just go to his place, and he kind of chuckled and said it wasn’t an option either, kind of with a sad, embarrassed look. I think he might still live with his parents, or maybe he has annoying roommates.

He looked disappointed. I grabbed his hand and said I had an idea. I walked him back to my car and I got in, he got in the passenger seat. I didn’t know where I was going, but I figured I’d know when I saw it. He asked where we were headed, and I told him it was a surprise.

I only drove for maybe 5 minutes before I found the spot: the parking lot for a big commercial building that has multiple offices in it. There were a few cars sitting in the lot, either people working late on a Saturday or cleaning staff or maybe people who just left their cars there to go out for Friday night and never came to get them. I parked pretty far away from anything else.

I looked over at him, and I could tell he knew what was going on, but he was remaining cool and calm. He didn’t say a word, he just kind of smirked at me. I turned and started kissing him, we made out for another minute, and I started moving my hand down to his pants. He wasn’t hard at all, but after a few minutes of making out and playing with him over his jeans, he got pretty hard and kind of started pushing up into my hand.

I wanted to lean in and start sucking on him, but I don’t know how people actually do this around the center console. I stopped, opened up my door, and got out. He looked incredibly confused, but then I opened the back door and motioned for him to come join me. It was pretty funny how quickly he jumped out of the car and got in the back with me. We started kissing again, and I pushed him back against the door, so he was laying a little bit. I unzipped his pants and tried to pull out his cock, but it wasn’t working as smoothly as I had hoped.

He unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants, and then I was able to slide his pants down a few inches, getting the access I needed. I was on my knees on the floor mat so that he could lay across the seats of my car. I didn’t feel the desire to tease him as much as I did with Justin because we were out in public. This, to me, needed to be a quickie so we ran less risk of getting caught. I wanted to give him head, not go to jail.

That being said, I held his cock with my hand and then quickly let go as I went all the way deep. I did one nice slow suck all the way down and back up, gave a few sucks on his tip, and then just went up and down at a constant pace. He was loud, moaning and saying “oh fuck” about 20 times, before he quickly came. I think the whole blowjob must have lasted 3 minutes.

As he was cumming, I did the same thing I had with Justin, I just kind of kept sucking and eventually very slowly slid my mouth off, still holding his cock when I looked up at him and smiled. He told me he usually lasts longer, so he apologized and I laughed, telling him I was trying to make it quick so that we didn’t get caught.

I kissed his cock and gave the tip one more lick, and then I sat up on the seat so I could open the door. I got out and back into the driver seat while he was pulling up his pants and situating himself. He climbed into the passenger seat a minute later and told me it was incredible.

I asked if it beat the young blowjob he had told me about, in front of his girlfriend’s house, and he laughed and told me it was ten times better, that this takes the cake for the best experience of his life. He asked me how he could thank me, if he could get us a hotel for the night or if we can go somewhere else. I just smiled and told him that him telling me it was the best experience of his life was all I needed.

I drove away, assuming that any second a security car would be driving in, or a cop car with its lights flashing would be rushing in like in every single movie but nothing like that happened. The only motion was that of a few cars here and there on the road.

We drove up to the bar and he asked if we can meet again. I told him that in all honesty I was just looking for a night of fun, and that maybe we can do it again after some time has passed, but as I had told him in all of our messaging that I didn’t want a relationship.

He said it was cool with him, he’d love to do this whenever and to keep his number. I told him it was getting late and that I needed to get up early tomorrow, so he got out and got into his car and I drove away.

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The First Blowjob I Ever Gave

I am writing this post on 2/8/23 about 12/9/22 so I have dated it as such but that’s why I speak in such past tense.

After having my first sexual experience post-divorce with Nate, it really got me wanting more.

As I said in my last post, the sex was fine, but what I enjoyed was the very end, when I could literally feel his orgasm happening in my mouth. I wanted to experience that again. So, I went out with a mission in mind: find an attractive guy to give a blowjob to.

I didn’t know where to even start. I knew people were on Tinder and have had good luck hooking up with people there, so I got the app. I created my profile and I learned to swipe, and I started swiping on people.

It wasn’t as instant as I had expected. It was already 8:00 by now, and I thought “well shit, I guess I need to go actually meet people.” So, I went to a bar a ways away. I didn’t want to be seen really close to my home, so I picked a bar I had heard was popular from some of the younger people at work. I hoped I wouldn’t bump into any of them, and luckily I didn’t.

I walked in and immediately I felt lost. I hadn’t been to a bar in years. Not just because of quarantines and such, just because my ex-husband and I never used to go out. I had absolutely never gone to a bar by myself. I decided I needed to have some sort of a story, one that would be a reason I was here, so I decided to say I was from out of town and I was staying nearby with a friend who wasn’t feeling well.

I ordered a beer and sat at the bar. I had my phone out, was swiping on some people, and a guy walked up and started hitting on me before I even got my beer. I wasn’t interested in him at all, but I was nice and I chatted for a bit. After a while I noticed a younger guy who had come up right beside this older man who was talking to me, he was very fit, attractive, and exactly what I was after. He had dark hair and slightly darker skin, I think he was Hispanic. I needed an excuse to talk to him.

I told the older guy that I was actually meeting the guy next to him and asked if he wouldn’t mind if the new guy could take his seat. The older gentleman took the hint and walked away. The new guy saw him walk away and asked if that was my husband.

I laughed, told him absolutely not, that I was trying to get rid of him and that I had used him as an excuse, and that I hoped he hadn’t minded. He said he was flattered, introduced himself as Justin, and sat down. I told him I was from out of town, that my girlfriend and I were on a ladies trip, but that she got sick so I was out trying to find something to do. I thought this was the best, in case he wanted to go back to some hotel room that I didn’t have.

A few moments later, he was handed 4 drinks, and he asked the bartender for another one. I joked, asking if he was thirsty, and he pointed to a group of three other guys sitting at a booth across the bar. He asked me to come join them, and I agreed. He handed me one of the drinks and gave me a cheers, we touched glasses, and he gave me a quick rundown of each of the people he was with, nothing fancy.

When the drink he ordered for me came, he put it on the tray and we walked to his group. He slid into the booth, and then I slid onto the edge. He introduced me to the group, and we had a great time. It was a bit awkward keeping up a lie but after just a few minutes it hardly got brought up. I had just said I was from a town a few hours away, and unfortunately one of the guys was from there so it was a bit awkward until we got past it.

Eventually the conversations started shifting more and more to one-off conversations, so Justin and I were able to chat one on one a little bit. His attention got called by one of the guys, and he started talking to him. We ordered a few more rounds, and halfway through my third drink, I got bold and put my hand on his inner thigh. He reacted by looking over at me, giving me a quick smile, and then going back to his conversation.

I crept up, closer and closer and he didn’t stop me. Eventually, I felt just the tip of his cock through his jeans, and at that point, he leaned in to me and whispered, asking if I wanted to get out of the bar. I didn’t say a word, I just nodded. He whispered again that he’d get us out of here.

He finished his conversation and said we were going to take off, and his friends said their goodbyes. None of them asked where we were going, I guess it was implied.

He grabbed us an Uber to his place. He said his roommate was one of the guys still at the bar, and he never was done before 2 am when he was with the rest of them, so we had plenty of time. Once the Uber arrived, we got in and I put my hand on his inner thigh again, and he didn’t stop me. The Uber driver kept talking, which was annoying, but the trip was under 10 minutes so it wasn’t too bad.

We walked into his place, it was a small 2 bedroom house that must have been 80 years old, and as soon as the door closed, he grabbed me and we started making out. I was newly experienced in this department, so I swirled my tongue around his. He started feeling up my shirt and unclasped my bra in one smooth motion.

The couch was only a few feet away, so I backed off, walking into the living room. I asked if he was positive we had the place to ourselves, and he assured me. I slid my shirt off, and his eyes lit up and he walked over to me. I pushed him down on the couch, and dropped down to my knees.

I pushed his legs open a bit, slowly working my way up with my hands, and he watched me, complimenting my body. I unbuckled his belt, then his button, and then unzipped his pants. I tried taking out his cock, but his pants were too tight for that, so I started sliding them off. He lifted his body to help. I backed up a bit, sliding his pants off, and then crawled on top of him. He was just wearing his shirt at this point.

He started kissing my neck, and made his way down to my nipples, swirling his tongue on each of them. I had reached down between my legs to grab his cock, and I was slowly stroking.

I slid back down off of him, back onto the floor on my knees, and grabbed his cock again with my hand. I held it while kissing it a few times, and then took him into my mouth. I had no idea what I was doing really. I had sucked my ex-husband a few times, but never to completion. He just wanted to get to sex pretty quickly every time we did anything, so it was only ever for a few minutes.

It just came naturally. I sucked him slow at first, then gradually started increasing the pace. I read his body, the moans and noises he was making, and felt him moving under my grip. It turned me on more than I’ve ever been turned on in my entire life. I wanted nothing more than to slow this down, to make this last for a long time. I started slowing down to prolong it, and his moaning started getting a lot more intense.

Knowing it was happening, I sped back up, and gave another really hard suck while he came. I swallowed while he was still in my mouth, he pumped again a few more times, and I started slowing down my motions. He was getting really loud, and I almost laughed, but I concentrated on how much I was enjoying pleasing him. After a few more seconds of this, when I felt he was done, I slowly slid him out of my mouth, I still held him in my hand, feeling he wasn’t quite as hard anymore, and asked how it was.

He opened his eyes, shook his head, and told me it was unbelievable. I smiled, gave him a squeeze, and then kissed him in the middle of the shaft. He laughed, told me he didn’t deserve that treatment and I assured him that he did.

I stood up, grabbing my bra and started putting it on. He quickly jumped to his feet, grabbing his underwear, trying to convince me to stay. I told him that I needed to get back to my friend, to see if I could help her in any way. He was sweet, he said he’d help me by going to the store with me. I declined, and he asked me if we could meet up again tomorrow. I lied to him, told him that I was leaving first thing in the morning as long as she felt like she could leave.

He gave me his phone number and told me next time I’m in town to call him. He said he’d be willing to drive to “my town” and I didn’t know what to say, so I just said “we’ll see” and gave him a wink. I walked out to the street and waited for my Uber with him standing out there with me. As the Uber pulled up, he grabbed me, kissed me, and thanked me.

I laughed, said he didn’t need to thank me, and got in the car. He was a sweet guy, and giving him a blowjob didn’t settle my desire to give one, it only made it grow stronger. As I was in the car, I halfway contemplated texting him, telling him we could meet up again, but I’m really adamant that I don’t want a relationship right now and I just want to be single. I knew that going back for seconds could potentially create feelings, and that’s off the table.