"I won't let you fuck me. But I'll suck you off."
She was sitting in the passenger seat of my car. She had half-turned towards me, a serious look on her face. Her steel-blue eyes held me with a piercing gaze through her wire-rimmed glasses.
We were parked in a remote area of the parking lot of the shopping mall, a safe distance from the mall entrance and the prying eyes of anyone who might know us and wonder what we were doing together.
Her name was Lisa. Well, actually that's not her real name; I've changed it for obvious reasons. You see, she was married to a friend of mine, or more of an acquaintance, really. From time to time I'd see them both in a popular pub in the city, the kind that's crowded and noisy, where you drift from group to group to make small talk, swap jokes, sip beer. More and more, I'd find myself talking to Lisa on her own, standing close to her amid the crowd, while hubby was off at the other end of the room.
Whenever they would leave the pub, she got in the habit of kissing me goodbye, just a friendly peck on the cheek, so I could feel her soft lips on my face, briefly, and smell a hint of her perfume. Once, fueled by more than her usual intake of wine, she had kissed me fully on the lips, when he wasn't looking, and I had felt the stirrings of lust in my chest and lower down as well.
Then we'd started meeting for lunch, just Lisa and me, ever other week or so, convincing ourselves we were just friends, innocently enjoying a meal together. But of course, the attraction was growing, and we started holding hands, and our goodbye kisses after lunch grew longer and more lingering.
Before long, we were skipping lunch; meeting in parking lots, sitting in my car, making out like teenagers. I can remember clearly the first time I cupped her breast in my hand as we kissed. She didn't stop me. She simply mewed into my mouth and I teased the bump of her nipple through her blouse.
The next time we met, I slid my hand under her skirt and up her nylon-clad thigh, gasping when my palm encountered cool flesh above the elastic top of her stocking. She broke the kiss with a chuckle and whispered, "Yup, hold-ups, not pantihose. I've worn them the last two times we met, wondering when you'd get brave enough to put your hand up my skirt!"
She had laid her hand in my lap and felt the thickness of my arousal, but that was as far as it went until the day she parked next to me, climbed into my car and bluntly said, "I won't let you fuck me. But I'll suck you off."
I looked at Lisa wordlessly, somewhat taken aback to hear her say that. No "hello, how are you, how's your day going?" Just the bald statement that she was willing to fellate me. Then she smiled and added, "You know what they say. 'Eating ain't cheating.' And I'm not going to cheat on my husband. Not with you or anyone."
She laid her hand on my thigh. "But I do want to taste you cock. And I'll let you eat my pussy if you want. But no fucking. Not now or ever. Deal?"
Grinning like an idiot, I told her it was perfectly fine by me and reached over to pull her to me. She put a hand up.
"No. Not here. Not now. Take the afternoon off work tomorrow. Go to the Hampton Inn by the thruway. Call me on my cell phone and tell me which room you're in. I'll meet you there at two o'clock."
The sunlight glinted on the lens of her glasses as she winked at me. She blew a kiss at me, and then she was out of my car, into her own and gone.
I stared through the windshield. My god, I thought. Tomorrow afternoon. I'll finally see Lisa naked. And get a blow.job.
I must confess at this point that I have a fascination for having sex (particularly oral) with a woman who is wearing glasses, and I can trace it back to a girlfriend with whom I had a relationship in my late teens.
She liked to give me both hand jobs and blow jobs because she loved to see me ejaculate. I mean she REALLY liked to see it, from up very close and never tired of being able to make a jet of cum squirt out from the tip of my cock. But usually she would flinch or blink as an automatic reaction as the spunk shot out (remember she was only inches in front of the pulsing knob-end of my prick) and she would be disappointed that she'd missed the best bit if only for a second.
We came up with a solution (no pun intended). We bought her a non-prescription pair of glasses at a drug store, and she quickly learned to keep her eyes open, safely protected by the plexiglass lenses, as she pumped me to climax. I still have very vivid memories of looking down at her kneeling in front of me, completely naked except for the glasses, cheeks hollowed as she sucked on the bulging purple helmet and stroked the shaft with her hand. Just as my cock reared up and began to cum, she would pull my glistening penis from her hot wet mouth, and with her rapidly stroking fingers would coax several blasts of thick, white semen that shot out and splattered onto her glasses, coating the lenses and dripping down over her cheeks. She would often whoop with joy, proud of herself for once again successfully 'pulling off' her favorite trick and seeing the steaming, creamy 'prize' jetting towards her...
I shook my head to clear my mind of the memory from all those years ago. I turned the key in the ignition and drove back to work. The rest of that day and the following morning seemed to drag on forever. I complained of a serious headache at midday and told my co-workers I was going to have to go home early.
Of course I had no such intentions, and steered my car to the motel. I checked in and called Lisa with the room number.
I must have looked at my watch a hundred times, before I heard a gentle tap on the door. I opened it and there she was. Lisa. In the black linen suit and white silk blouse, her black leather shoulder bag matching the black Gucci pumps with the three inch heels. Seconds later she was in my arms and we kissed; gently at first, then more passionately.
She pulled back and looked at me. "Remember the deal. No fucking. Just sucking."
I nodded. Her lips brushed mine briefly then she broke the embrace. She glanced round the room.
"Look, I know this is kinda silly," she said. "But do you mind if I undress in the bathroom?"
I smiled and reassured her it was fine by me, but as she turned towards the bathroom, I placed my hand on her forearm.
"Lisa," I said. "I want you to do something for me. When you come out of the bathroom, please be naked. Except for your shoes... and your glasses."
She cocked her head to one side, looking a little puzzled, but nodded and went into the bathroom without another word. As the bathroom door closed, I began to strip off my clothes, my hands trembling with excited anticipation. As I removed my shorts, my cock sprang free, thick, hard and throbbing with the prospect of what was to come. I lay on the bed and wrapped my hand around my shaft, feeling the pulsing heat and imagining Lisa's lips softly engulfing its length.
