Oral 4 You + Oral 4 Me

Episode One -

https://literotica.com/s/sweat-16

Episode Two -

https://literotica.com/s/scrubs-2

Episode Three -

https://literotica.com/s/the-party-starter

Episode Four - Oral 4 You + Oral 4 Me

The next Sunday, the signal appeared in Kate's bonus room window for the second time. I felt a strong zing of excitement and anticipation. What kind of sex was she wanting to explore with me tomorrow?

Monday morning at 9:26 am, I left my house via the back door to my deck. Next, I was at her gate, and today it opened smoothly.

The deck-door to her kitchen also opened smoothly. I stepped through, closed it, and engaged the dead bolt like I had observed Kate doing last week.

The index card was sitting face down on the kitchen table just where it should be. I turned the card over.

Like last week, three lines, centered top and bottom and side-to-side:

Oral 4 You

+

Oral 4 Me

Head voice: (Royal Flush... No Deuces!! Jackpot!!)

I agree. Oral sex is very high on my list of favorite sexual activities.

I absolutely love to make a woman cum with my mouth and tongue. And I'm particularly good at it. Many of my partners can testify to that.

On the other side of the coin, I also love a good blow job. I prefer to finish in my partner's mouth but not many women want to do that.

But also, curiously, Kate and I have performed orally on each other already, in the shower the other week. And it was fantastic! And it's today's activity? I won't argue about it... but I'm still curious.

Then I noticed at the bottom of the card the following:

"At the guest room, don't knock... just come on in. Oh... and I can't wait to see you!" And then sort of a smiley-heart-face.

It pays to read the fine print, if any, as I learned last week.

There's no microwave timer to wait for today, so no time to stew over it. I climb the stairs, with a few less butterflies than last Monday. My cock doesn't know if it should twitch or not.

I turn the knob and open the door door to the guest room. Stepping through, I close the door, making sure to lock it.

And there she is. Jesus... there she is! Holy shit... THERE she is!! Just like she said. She's waiting... for me.

Head Voice: (Shit, man! How did you get so fucking lucky??)

Kate is sitting on a smallish upholstered wing-back chair, angled into a corner next to the bed.

She's wearing a black silk camisole and black lace bikini panties. And nothing else.

My cock twitches at THAT sight!

She has on glasses (didn't realize she wore those) and is scrolling through something on her phone. Her elbows are resting on her knees. She seems deep in concentration.

As the door opens she looks up, smiles a welcoming smile, takes off her glasses and sets them and her phone on a tiny table to the left of the chair. Then she sits straight.

"Good morning!" she chirps. She doesn't get up.

"And good morning to you," I reply. "Jesus, you look fantastic!"

"Why, thank you," she responds in a cheery coo.

She stands and does a slow, showy twirl. The camisole can barely contain her boobs and the panties can barely contain that gorgeous ass.

Then she takes two or three steps toward me.

This is only our second time together, and my head was in a decidedly different space last week. I'm a little at a loss of what exactly to do next. After one beat too long of a pause, Kate speaks first:

"Umm... where is my kiss??" she asks with mock outrage.

"Oh. Right," I reply sheepishly. "How silly of me..."

I put one hand softly on each side of her head and angle her head gently to the left and up. My head and neck go in the accompanying, opposite, direction and our lips meet softly. The kiss lingers, and then it grows. Thankfully, it grows.

My right hand leaves her head and sort of naturally lands on her ass. I began to move it slowly and lightly up the inside edge of her panties as they curve around her ass... thinking she would like that.

And then maybe she would manage to lightly stroke my cock through my pants... then pull the pants down slowly... then take my bulging manhood gently into her marvelous...

Kate grasps my hand and stops me.

"Randy, let's talk first," she says with just the tiniest hint of authority. "I don't want you to get me too worked up... just yet."

"Here, have a seat," as she pats the bed.

Still, I can see one of her nipples rising into the silk of the camisole.

I do as she instructed. She sits on the bed beside me.

A little small talk first: "It was a smoother task getting inside today?" Kate asks.

"Much smoother," I reply. "Still feels a little weird, just walking into your house like that. Exciting, but weird."

Kate smiles. "Is there anything we should talk about before we... get started?" she asks. "'Cause you know I like to talk about... stuff."

"Well, today's... um... activity is a little surprising, I guess," I reply.

"I mean... we did this in our first, uh, encounter a few weeks ago... in the shower," I continued. "I enjoyed it very much... I thought you were fantastic!"

"That's very sweet," Kate smiled in her reply. "And I enjoyed it too... the giving AND the receiving.

"But that was all sort of a blur... it all happened, like... all at once. From a research perspective it's almost like all the data kind of runs together.

"In the clinical world that would be labeled a failed attempt at an effective outcome.

"I want to do what's most effective... what achieves the best results... for my patients. And in this case... today... for you."

Head Voice: (Hmmmm... oh-kayyyy...)

Before Kate, I've never fucked a doctor, or anybody else in medicine for that matter. A couple of engineers, maybe. And my ex-wife was in the tech business... not that she brought any of that shit into the bedroom. It wasn't that kind of tech.

Cynthia's (my ex's) bedroom (which was also mine) was a pretty sterile environment, sex-wise, especially in our latter years. After the twins were born and we went through the process of getting them grown, she and I were growing apart. We both knew it. We tried working out a solution for it until I came home one day and found her fucking the shit out of a little stud-muffin from the firm's mail room.

Growing up, I can remember my teenage friends and me fantasizing about a fuck with someone in the medical field. That, or becoming a gynecologist so our regular job could be looking at pussies all day.

Later, one of my buddies in college dated a female nursing student. If I wanted something from him I had to get it by Thursday night; I never saw him during the weekends. The nurse-to-be kept him busy. He said she was an absolute hell-cat in bed.

I guess that's one of my surprises about Kate.

All the training she's had, all the knowledge she continues to collect in her work, she's even had a kid, for crying out loud.

It all seems to line up with someone you would think would be quite comfortable, adept, expert-level even, between the sheets.

And yet she describes herself as novice-level when it comes to sex with a man.

She is curious, but also with a remarkable bit of naivety about so many things. Man-and-woman things. Tab "A" in Slot "A" things.

Especially for a 41 year-old woman who's the definition of a smoke-show. And she's in medicine. With a tween-age daughter.

That's part of the spectacular dichotomy of this absolute vixen I've got in front of me right now.

These thoughts have taken only seconds.

It's my turn to say something. "So, how would you like to begin," I ask.

"I think it's only proper to start with an examination," Kate purrs. She stands up and pats the pillow at the head of the bed.

"Well..." I reply, "I've always believed that the woman should... come first."

"That's very gentlemanly of you," Kate replies. "However, you're first on the card." She pats the pillow again. "Here... move here. Get comfortable."

I kick off my flip-flops and shift around on the bed until I'm roughly in the center. After a couple of adjustments I find a landing spot.

"I was looking at my phone when you came in," Kate begins. She's standing at the side of the bed. "Jesus... there are so many ways to do this! How does a girl choose?"

"Well..." I stammer. "There probably isn't one totally right way or totally wrong way. I guess it's what you and your... uhh...partner... work out... what you discover... together."

"And that's exactly why we're here," Kate says, declaratively, but with a smile in her voice. "Now... let's see what I have to work with."

She reaches down, tucks her fingers into the waistband of my exercise pants, and pulls them somewhat swiftly down over my ass and off my legs. Like last week, I came commando.

Kate observes that I'm now naked from the waist down, looks at me with her wry smile, and says:

"I see you're still a rascal."

"Yeah, well..." I reply.

Kate sits sort of side-saddle on the open side of the bed, her right leg tucked under her left. It's a similar pose that she took on my couch when she proposed this crazy plan. Only she's wearing lingerie instead of her work scrubs.

Jesus... she's just fucking gorgeous!

Her clinical side is still in evidence at this point. Without touching, she bends closer and looks studiously at my somewhat, though not completely, flaccid penis.

"Hmmm," she whispers. "You're circumcised."

"It was a choice my parents made for me a long time ago," I answer. "I didn't get to vote on it."

"Would you prefer to not be?" Kate queries.

"I don't think so," I reply. "It's not like you can put it back, can you? But yeah... I kinda like it looking like it does, as opposed to the other."

Kate replies: "I like it too." And I couldn't help it. My cock twitched a little.

If she noticed, I couldn't tell.

"Craig's wasn't," she continued. "I always thought his was kinda... ugly. Kinda... scary."

I sense her clinical side fading away a little.

"Of course, I never really SAW it," she goes on. "I never, like... studied it... like this. Usually he was just using it on me.

"I mean, when he was in the shower or something... I could see it, yeah. I didn't want to, like... stare. But any other time... every other time... it was like, I was being... attacked."

Head Voice, again: (Hmmmm... oh-KAYyyy...)

Maybe I got a tiny bit more flaccid at this point.

Kate was still sitting at the side of the bed, and I crooked my arm and turned on my side to face her. With my shift in position, my cock moved in the direction that I did. And Kate noticed.

I have other questions. Jesus... this woman clearly has incalculable pain inside her! But I'm not here for that right now.

I'm here to be a fuck buddy. That's what she wants from me. That's all that she wants from me today. On this Monday. That's our agreement. I decide to go the direct route.

"Kate, you're a doctor," I begin. "You're a scientist. You have an objective you've set for yourself for today. Let's take this time together... and let's make this a living... experiment.

"Let's try things. Lots of things. Ask me questions. Seek results. Obtain feedback. Find what works for you and what works for me and build a 'practice' for the future around that."

Head Voice: (Oh, man... I like where you're taking this!!)

I continue. "I don't think I've ever met a man who doesn't like... who doesn't love... for a woman as beautiful as you to go down on him. For oral sex," I declare. "If there IS such a man... He's a freak. I'm not sure I WANT to meet him."

Kate giggles a little at that. She's not looking at me. She's looking at my penis.

She's going with my lead. She's staring at my cock. She's studying it. She reaches a hand out, and starts with light and gentle touches against it. It seems she's mainly gauging the heft... maybe the length. Like it's an investigation. A study. Like she's referencing a book she studied for a test a long time ago.

"I like the veins," Kate continues to whisper. "And I like that it's nice and straight. I don't think this is the word for it but it's... pretty."

I'm lying as still as I can in the position I'm in. But my cock begins to respond. It twitches beneath her fingers.

And she can't help but notice. I see a slight smile cross her lips.

Kate moves a little closer, as if to more studiously observe her subject.

"This part at the top," she observes. "The head?... It's particularly sensitive, is it?"

"It... can be," I reply. "And usually... eventually... yes, it is. Quite sensitive, actually."

"What gets it to that sensitive state?" Kate asks. I can't tell if she's getting clinical again or not. I'm not sure where we are in this examination phase of things.

And my cock twitches again at that uncertainty... and at the potential of what might follow.

"Uh... usually it's stimulation," I manage to stammer. "In one form or another."

"Hmmm... I'll make a note of that," Kate whispers quietly, as if to herself but clearly loud enough for me to hear.

Still sitting beside me, she lifts my cock with her left hand and runs a finger of her right one very lightly around the rim just below the head.

"And this place right here... below the head," she whispers. "It's sensitive, too?"

My cock answers her before I do. She feels it growing in her hands. And she smiles.

"Uh... it often... can be... uh... yeah," I manage to stammer.

Kate carefully places my cock back on my groin. It is clearly taking up more space there than before.

She traces a finger lightly from the head down to the bottom, near my balls.

"And do I understand that this area is also sensitive?" she teases.

"Yes," I answer. "With stimulation. It all gets very sensitive eventually."

I decide to add, "At least mine does."

"Excellent," Kate replies. "Good to know."

Now Kate turns up the tease meter. "What's the best kind of... stimulation?" she whispers. She's gazing at my cock and lightly running a finger along it's length.

I *think* I know that she wants legitimate answers. But this is beginning to get a bit challenging. Still, I can play this game as long as she wants me to.

"I don't know that any one is better than another," I reply. "There's touch, like you're doing now. There's your breath. There's your mouth. There's your tongue.

"Usually it's particularly exciting to employ several different stimuli in one... um... encounter."

"Excellent idea," Kate whispers. "So... should I begin the next phase of my examination?"

"Kate," I whisper. "I've got all day. Don't let me get in the path of your... research."

Kate looks up at me with that wicked smile in her eyes. "Good answer," she coos. "You're such a good boy." Then she returns her gaze to my cock.

And the next phase begins. She lowers her head.

Kate starts with a line of slow, soft, wet kisses along the length from my scrotum to the head. The return path is a matching slow trail using the tip of her tongue. My cock and balls twitch. My erection is growing.

Her next path along my length is a combination of her soft kisses and a wider area of her tongue. Her saliva is making the underside of my cock very slick. It feels remarkable and a soft, low groan escapes me.

Kate pauses and looks at me. "You okay?" she coos as her fingers run along the saliva trail. "Should I continue?"

"Yes, Doctor," I moan. "Please continue your examination."

My cock is starting to throb.

Kate returns to the base of my dick. Wetting her lips, she widens her mouth a little and goes back to work.

Her wet lips and mouth are now nearly surrounding my cock and her tongue twiddles from side to side as she moves laterally, I guess, up its length.

I can't help but lurch forward a little. My moans get a little louder. My eyes are closed.

Kate repeats the same action in the opposite direction, pressing harder against my cock with her wet mouth and tongue. My moans get louder still.

Kate moans a soft "Mmmm" as she moves along my shaft. The doctor is clearly enjoying her work this morning.

At the bottom she pauses. "Oh, Randy," she whispers. "We didn't talk about where you would cum."

I open my eyes to see her looking directly into them.

"I'm okay with you cumming in my mouth," Kate purrs. "If you want to."

My head voice: (Oh, sweet Jesus!)

The next fusillade begins. The same action as the two previous, only more pressure, and maybe a little slower.

Kate moves onto the bed in a kneeling posture. One hand comes up and gently cups and fondles my scrotum.

On the next path upward on my rod, Kate doesn't stop at the top. Rather, she continues over the head and puts her whole mouth around my cock. She takes about half of me into her mouth.

I'm now surrounded in soft, wet, hot, sweet velvet.

She pauses and her tongue swirls slowly, languorously, around the head while she holds her mouth still over my dick. At the same time she reduces the space within her mouth and creates a slight vacuum. She sucks at the same pace that her tongue is swirling. And it's driving me fucking crazy.

"Ohhhh, Jesus" I cry. "Oh, Kate... I'm very close!"

Kate's head remains still with my cock inside her glorious mouth. Her tongue slowly swirls another circle around my head.

Kate lifts her mouth off my cock. "Cum for me Randy," she whispers.

The hand on my scrotum moves to my shaft. She squeezes me tight and directs my cock back into her spectacular mouth.

A couple of more tongue swirls and sucks and I'm over the fucking edge... there's no stopping it now.

For me, a blow job orgasm just hits different. The intensity, the stimulation, the simple but still somehow outrageous idea of where my cock is at this very moment. It's always been that way for me. Today is no exception.

Readers, you don't need to see every word I say to Kate as my cock erupts and streams of jizz slam into the back of her mouth. I'm pretty sure it's very similar to the words that you use. Suffice to say, it was a top-tier blowjob. And I can't wait for another one.

Kate waits patiently for my orgasm to subside. The hand that was grasping my shaft is now softly stroking my lower stomach. She allows my cock to slip out of her mouth.

She gestures to me to hand her some tissue from beside the bed. I hand her two. She discretely spits the jizzm into the tissues, balls them up, and drops them on the floor beside the bed.

Then she crawls fully onto the bed and snuggles on my left side. Her head drops to my shoulder. One hand rests gently on my softening cock.

"You okay?" Kate asks.

"Mmmmm. Are you kidding??" I reply. "That was fantastic. Amazing! Shit!!"

"You want another one?" she teases through her dazzling smile. Her eyes are twinkling like I've never seen before.

"Come here you," I mutter as I pull Kate on top of me. And she's kissing me... hard... almost before I can catch a breath.

It's like she's... grateful, somehow. Like she accomplished something that she wasn't really sure she could accomplish. It's an odd feeling. It's also something new to my experience with a woman, especially my ex. With her, it felt like she thought oral was an obligation. It was a "hurry-up-and-get-this-over-with" type of experience.

Kate seems to feel that it was a privilege on her part. And I certainly feel privileged to have been a part of it.

But now I have something that I need to attend to.

After another long, languishing kiss, I stand up and face the open side of the bed. I grasp Kate's feet at the ankles and spin her to my left about 90 degrees. I pull a pillow from the top of the bed and slide it under her lower back. This elevates her hips and her pussy just enough for a positive effect.