She drove in and parked alongside my car. I jumped into her car, immediately unbuckling my belt. Nicki almost always wore jeans or some kind of casual slacks as well as a pullover shirt or sweater. She gave me a peck on the cheek as she began rubbing me cock through my jeans. She was there to suck my cock and there was little time for foreplay. Sometimes she would take my dick out; sometimes I would. Regardless, it was out within a minute or two. One of Nicki's pleasure was gazing at my cock. She had seen it hundreds of times but she admitted to me that she always looked forward to seeing it the next time. She seemed fascinated by it. Once visually satisfied, she would lick the palm of her hand to lubricate it before stroking my cock. Nicki was an artist at sucking cock but she also gave great hand. "I see you have a problem,"she said as she continued to eye my dick with hungry eyes, "I think I can cure you. That's why they call me the cock doctor." I chuckled. "My diagnosis is that you are suffering from a condition known as 'hardasarockcock'. I think I can save you." Whereupon she would dive down on my hardon and begin sucking. She had a hunger for cock unlike that of any woman I have ever known.
Nicki could pack more pleasure into a five minute blow job than seems possible. She sucked my cock well over a thousand times and, like snowflakes, it was always different. Sure, it always had the same happy ending but the path that got us there varied each time. She loved tonguing my balls and gently taking them in her mouth. She was an expert at swallowing, taking massive quantities of my love juices without flinching. On this occasion, however, Nicki wanted to watch me cum. She was fascinated with seeing me shoot my load. She loved feeling the cock contractions in her hand seconds before my load was expelled with a force at least equal to a .357 magnum. She stopped sucking seconds before I was to cum and she began stroking. It never took long; Nicki was a master of timing. She stroked me with her right hand and caught the cum with her left. Then she licked some of the cum off her hand. The rest she rubbed onto her tits. She would end it all by giving my cock a final loving lick and a pat before I put it back in my pants.
"I gotta run if I'm going to make my nail appointment." Then she was gone--until the next time. Nicki later admitted to me that the nail appointment involved her getting a set of acrylics followed by getting fucked by the manicurist, whose wife was often at the reception desk for the salon. She was something.
Nicki was a great friend of 40 years and a sensational sex partner for much of that time. She was a devoted wife, mother and grandmother. Last August Nicki died suddenly. She was 60. We all miss her. She was one of a kind; a true cock lover and one of the special people who comes along only occasionally.
