Tag: Alex

February 4th

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

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

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

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

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

“Alright Jess, what’s the deal?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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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!”

I woke up around 8. For me, this is sleeping in. I grabbed my phone and Lewis had texted me that he made it home last night. Wow, I fell asleep before he even got home, or maybe I was just too preoccupied to hear my phone buzz. At any rate, I gave him the thumbs up and started thinking back to last night.

Lewis was incredibly attractive. He was my age, he was successful. He was what I would probably look for in a longer term partner, which is why when he replied back to me telling me he enjoyed last night and would love to do it again, that I ignored him. I know that I can latch on to people and I don’t want to put myself into a position where this might happen.

Nights like last night are also why I think I like giving blowjobs better than sex. With sex, I am less satisfied overall. I like being in full control and, just like last night, I wasn’t. Yeah, the sex was fine, but I would have enjoyed a BJ better. I’m in control. I know that I enjoy it. There aren’t many surprises.

I had to work at 10. I texted Alex and told him I could swing by before work if he wanted, knowing he also worked at 10. He immediately replied that I can come over whenever I’d like. I got excited, jumped into the shower and rinsed off, then got out and got ready. I didn’t get my hair wet, because if I do it takes an eternity to do, so I threw it in a messy bun and called it good.

I hopped in my car right about 9:00, got there by 9:10 and was walking in the front door just a minute later. He had texted me to just come in because he was going to take a quick shower so the door was unlocked. I walked in right as he opened the bathroom door with the towel around his waist. He smiled at me as I approached him in the short hallway between his bathroom and bedroom.

When I got in reach I grabbed his hand that was holding up his towel and pulled it off. It was still wrapped around his waist, but not very well. It started sliding a bit, so I helped it the rest of the way down. I pushed him against the wall, which was only a few inches, and then got down on my knees in front of him.

He was already as hard as a rock. I slid him in deeply and slowly, going all the way down before slowly sliding him out and stroking with my hand. Knowing I didn’t have all the time in the world, I went to what I know is quick – a medium steady pace, going about 2/3 of the way down.

This is his kryptonite, it made him moan almost instantly. I had only been sucking on him for 3-4 minutes and his legs started to quiver. I hadn’t ever played with his balls, and I have read that many guys like it, so I reached up with both hands, cupping them and giving them a gentle squeeze. He moaned again, and with that he came hard. He groaned while I sucked hard, and because I always like to make sure he’s all the way done, I slowly slid him out of my mouth.

As soon as he was all the way out, I stroked him slowly a few times just enjoying the last few moments, and not even thinking, and he let out just a small little squirt, but it was enough to shoot right onto my shirt on my left boob. I quickly jumped up and went into the bathroom, grabbed some toilet paper, and wiped it off. I didn’t have a spare shirt with me for work. Luckily, it came all the way off and didn’t take any additional work to get rid of the evidence.

When I came back out, he had wrapped his towel around his hips. I told him I’d see him at work, he said the same. I love how casual we’ve made this!

I drove to work, clocked in, and did my shift. I only saw Alex once, and it was just in passing. We smiled and nodded at each other, and that’s about it.

This might be the most boring story I have written, but for me, the situation was every bit as exciting as any of the rest of them. I love doing these things, and they don’t have to be super exciting or dangerous or taboo, they can just be a blowjob.

And that’s what this one is.

I went to the gym, I didn’t have to get to work until noon. I worked out hard, which made me finish a bit sooner than I had allotted for. I was just too exhausted to keep working out, so I went in and showered and got ready for work.

By the time I was done, it was 10:45. I went out to my car and thought about just heading straight to work and reading a book in the parking lot. But, I was still just reeling from the events over the weekend, and the more I thought about it, the hornier I got.

I shot Alex a text, “want a blowjob?” I waited a few minutes and got an enthusiastic response, “you know I always do.” To add just a little mystery I started typing and then deleted it, and left my screen on and tapped every once in a while while I drove over there. I thought maybe he would think I was typing a novel.

I parked, walked up the stairs, and opened the door. I figured we were past knocking at this point.

I was right. He was staring at his phone. He looked startled as I opened the door and it made me laugh. He sat his phone down and asked why I laughed and I just told him never mind.

At this point, he’s done fighting anything. He just asks, “where do you want me?”

I looked around for a minute, thinking. “Chair,” I pointed.

He walked over and stood in front of it. He was wearing gym shorts and I yanked them down along with his boxers, then pushed him backwards so he fell down.

I got down on my knees and helped his feet out of his shorts, and then I leaned down and slid his already very hard cock into my mouth. I sucked for just a few seconds and then recalled he said he never gets to touch me, so I thought I would give him a little treat.

I let him slowly slide out of my mouth, probably taking a good 30 seconds, and then I leaned back, taking off my shirt. I unclamped my bra and dropped it on the floor. He had the deer-in-headlights look.

I grabbed his hand and pressed it on my boob and he squeezed gently. I stood up, breaking his grip and then sat down on his leg, and he reached right back up and grabbed my boob again. I reached down and started stroking him slowly. I swear he was harder than ever.

I told him to move to the couch and lay down. He did as instructed. I got down on my knees on the floor, sideways to him, and grabbed his hand again, sticking it to my chest. He twirled my nipple around a bit but mostly just squeezed. Honestly I didn’t enjoy the feeling but it wasn’t painful or anything, but he sure enjoyed it.

He came fast. Faster than usual. I think the combination of squeezing my boob and me getting used to understanding what pace and how hard to suck just set him over the edge.

I think my favorite thing about sucking him is the noises he makes while cumming.

After he was done, I slowly slid him out of my mouth again, and I shuffled over a little bit so my boobs were at his face. He turned and I let him lick my nipples a few times while I played with his cock a little for some torture.

I told him he had one minute, and I sat there letting him lick me. He went back and forth a few times. I gave him a few hard squeezes and told him time was up, and I stood up and grabbed my clothes. He laid there on the couch watching me dress.

He told me I’m too good to him. I told him to shut his mouth if he ever wants another blowjob.

I told him goodbye and went to work.

So look, I told you that I like pretty much anything as long as it’s not “too big” or “too small”. Well, the handjob I had given the day before, well his was too big. I still had fun, don’t get me wrong. He had a perfect body, we made a game out of edging him for an hour, and I enjoyed it, but I enjoy “regular sized” guys more.

I had the day off and I was planning on picking the kids up from school and bringing them home from their weekend at their dad’s house. When I get lucky like this, I get to do it and they don’t have to go to a friends house while I finish work. I went to the gym and had a really great workout and had a great conversation with a guy while I was there. I gave him my number, and that turned me on a bit.

I went home, showered, and then checked the picture on my phone of the schedule for everyone. Yes, I was stalking Alex again. It’s kind of nice having a “go to guy” whenever I feel like it. He doesn’t put up a fuss anymore and he lets me do what I want. It’s a great arrangement, and he’s told me numerous times that he’s enjoying the spontaneous nature of it. He was working a shift from 11-5 so he likely had a break at 2. It was 1, and I texted him to see if he wanted to meet at this casual food place for lunch, in the same big complex area as where we work. He texted me back that his lunch was indeed at 2.

I finished getting ready and drove over there. I was right on time and sat in my car. When he came walking up about 10 minutes later, I got out and said hello. He gave me a hug, which was funny because it was the first time we had ever hugged, and I am a big hugger. We walked inside, the restrooms are immediately to the left. I grabbed his hand and walked over and pulled a handle. The first one was locked. Then I turned around and pulled the next one, it opened. I pulled his hand and guided him inside then I quickly followed behind and locked the door.

I pushed him against the wall and dropped to my knees. He was in complete shock, he didn’t know my grand plan. I unbuckled his belt, slid down his pants, and then pulled his underwear down. I looked up at him, he was looking down, and I said “shhhh” and put my finger on my lips, and he nodded in agreement.

I immediately took his cock into my mouth, he hadn’t really had time to process anything, and was still completely soft. That changed incredibly quickly as I swirled my tongue around the tip of his head and then sucked him back as hard as I could. At this point, I’ve become pretty experienced with what Alex likes, so I did exactly what I knew would make him cum quickly. I kept a steady pace, putting extra pressure with my tongue on the bottom of his shaft while I slowly increased the pace.

He started moaning as he breathed hard, and I looked up at him and gave him another “shhh.” He closed his eyes and nodded and I went back in. I picked up the pace and used my right hand to grab tightly right in front of my lips. I use my thumb and pointer finger to form a loop, and when I’m all the way out on the tip I grip his whole cock and then as I go deep, it’s just the ring again. He loves this maneuver.

Every so often, I do the head twist, and he started shaking his legs on the third or fourth one. Right after that, his cock started pulsing and I knew he was about to cum. I picked up the pace just slightly, and he let out a loud moan. I sucked him hard, swallowed, and then sucked again. He came a little bit more, and I slowed down my speed to a crawl while he finished his orgasm. I looked up at him and he was looking down at me. I smiled at him, he smiled back, and then I stood up.

He started pulling his pants up and tucking in his shirt. I asked if he was okay, and he shook his head with a smile. I opened the door and went over to the small line, he followed right behind me. I don’t think anyone saw anything. He whispered that he only had 10 minutes left, he only got a 30 minute break today and it takes 10 minutes to get back. It was now my turn to order, so I ordered mine and then grabbed him a yogurt that was in the little cooler and handed it to him. I told the clerk to add the yogurt to my bill and told him to eat it on the way back. He told me he’d pay me back and I told him “just go, don’t be late”

I sat there eating my food slowly, I had time to kill, and the guy from the gym, Caleb, had already texted me. I texted him back, finished my food, and then went and got the kids. I was in a great mood so I took them straight to ice cream and then we went and saw Avatar 2, they had been talking about it. Overall, it was an absolutely perfect day.

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.

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.

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.