If you enjoy a true story with multiple happy endings from a marathon oral session, boy, have you come to the right place. Bring your raincoat, it gets wet. There is nothing complicated about this story, just short, hot and steamy sex, just the way it happened.
Linda and I met on a popular 'dating' site on New Year's Eve, ironically enough. The term dating site is a bit of a misnomer, though, in my humble opinion, because if any guy tells you he seeking just someone for 'dating', well, I humbly submit that they are actually seeking another verb or two that ends in 'ing'. And, truth be told, it was readily apparent that my 'date' Linda was pursuing the same thing. Not that there's anything wrong with that. To the contrary, it's rather refreshing, certainly from my perspective.
Five days of electronic parrying, including her orgasmic perusal of some of my literotica stories (we actively discussed the scenario laid out in the story "Pearls" but ultimately decided it wasn't worth potential arrest) , and a steamy bout of late-night telephonic sex, led to our agreement to meet for a lunch 'date' on the following Tuesday.
I parked my car near the tavern entrance on the busy main street of the local town where Linda lived, so that I could get an advance preview, so to speak, of her arrival. And when I saw her pull past me to find a parking spot, I could ascertain immediately that she came as advertised, a hot blonde. I watched as she maneuvered her Trailblazer into a spot in the trader Joe's parking lot a block way, and got out of my car to await her.
I had about ten seconds to enjoy the view before she saw me. She was dressed in a charcoal gray dress, just above the knee, and black patent leather boots with thick heels that screamed "I need to get fucked". (At least, that's what I heard!) A five-foot-seven, forty-seven-year-old package of MILF, sexual dynamite. Her platinum blonde hair blew casually in the breeze, and her ample tits jiggled seductively as she walked, and I watched behind her as mens' heads turned to enjoy the view of the woman I would fucking before lunch hour was over. The combination of the view and the thought had my cock even harder than I had already been.
She didn't realize I was on the sidewalk in front of her until she was almost upon me. I smiled at her, took her arm lightly in mine, and she smiled back sweetly, yet turned her cheek at first to avoid my direct kiss. I gently took her face in my hand, lifted up her chin, and she understood the message. Her deep red ruby lips opened and her wet, pink tongue slithered out of her mouth to begin sucking hungrily on my own tongue, and our pelvises grinded together impulsively as envious businessmen and embarrassed moms with strollers walked past our battling tongue contest on the busy sidewalk.
"C'mon, let's go to your car", I implored, whispering in her ear, nibbling on her neck.
She moaned softly into my ear, "Are we going to lunch?"
"Do you really want to?"
"No."
When we reached her car in the busy grocery store lot, she handed me the keys as I took her by the driver's side and pressed her body against the car and we began another frantic 'grope and kiss' session. Her mouth was simply fantastic, she was an enthusiastic, eager, and extremely talented kisser, which as we all know, is the most accurate barometer of what kind of lover she would be. I lightly took my left hand and grazed it on the top of her soft, milky tits, spilling out of her dress, and with the other hand, I took her own and guided it to my cock, nearly busting beneath my tan suit pants. Simultaneously, she gasped into my mouth, gripped and explored the full length of my manhood, and finally moaned deeply as her lips probed frantically onto mine.
Linda's eyes were pressed shut, but mine watched the dozens of passersby 'look while trying not to look'. The fact that we were being public exhibitionists, while her hand tugged unabashedly on my engorged dick, turned me on all the more. Linda had transformed just as I had imagined, my perfect dream 'lunch' date scenario, a hot classy, sophisticated, professional blonde turned temporary street slut and sex kitten, at least for a few matinee hours. And, even though she did not state it, I realized intuitively that I was exactly what she wanted as well. A well dressed, confident professional with a hard cock, willing tongue, no expectations for the future, and a free afternoon.
This would be a one-timer, we both knew it, and we were more than OK with it. No pretense, no prelude, no promises. Let the games begin.
I reluctantly broke off our wanton public display and escorted into the passenger side of her car. When I entered, she immediately lifted the hem of her dress above her waist and displayed a welcome sight. She had nothing on under the skirt, proudly displaying a perfectly trimmed strawberry-blonde triangle tuft above her glistening gash.