The Collector XIII
Okay, as promised, here's the one I skipped over to write about my blow job from Trish. This is sort of a sequel to my eleventh entry, about Eileen.
Eileen had told me about how another wife in the neighborhood, one of her friends, had gotten her to consider cheating on her husband. This other wife had a sexually neglectful husband and used that as rationale to sleep with other men. I don't want to say whether I think that's right or wrong. I'm obviously not the moralizing type. And besides, I'm also obviously not above putting my cock in the mouth of a married woman. At any rate, this other wife had gotten Eileen thinking along those lines and it wound up working out in my favor. I got a few blow jobs from Eileen out of the deal, so that was just fine with me. But even as Eileen and I were having our fun, I was wondering which neighbor it was. Who was she? What did she look like? Would she be interested in becoming part of my collection?
Now this wasn't my neighborhood. I only spent time there because a friend of mine lived there and he and his wife traveled frequently. As such, I did a lot of house-and-dog sitting for them. It was a sweet deal for me, because it was a hell of a lot nicer than my apartment and it was also closer to where I worked. So when I house sat, I usually stayed over.
Part of my dog sitting responsibility was taking the dog, AJ, for a walk every day. This is how I met Eileen in the first place, so I never missed a chance to walk him. Several other women in the neighborhood recognized me and said hi to me when they saw me and AJ. Naturally, after my success with Eileen, I couldn't help but think of them all as potential journal entries. Especially now that Eileen had told me there was at least one woman in the neighborhood looking for something on the side.
A little while after my encounters with Eileen, I was house sitting again. My buddy had asked me to take care of a little bit of yard work for him and I had said yes. I didn't mind helping him out. After all, I was staying in his house, drinking his beer and wine and watching his big screen TV while he was away. So I couldn't really bitch about some minor yard work. Besides, I like being outdoors when the weather is nice. And then there was the real reason, which was that I had an excuse to hang out in the front yard and check out all of the soccer moms going by. And, of course, give them a chance to check out me.
While I was out there, I saw a woman walking behind a young child on a bicycle. It was obvious by the way the woman followed that the kid was just learning to ride. She smiled, waved and said hi as they went by. They passed close to where I was working, so I got a pretty good look at her.
She was in her late twenties or early thirties. She had blonde hair, but she didn't look like a natural blonde to me. She was short, maybe five-two or so and had a very nice build. She was thin, but with generous hips and supple breasts, probably about a C cup. Her ass was small and nicely shaped. She was wearing a jogging outfit, so I couldn't see her legs, but I figured they probably looked as good as the rest of her. Her face was very pretty, with soft brown eyes, high cheeks, a brilliantly white smile and full rosy lips. Where I come from, lips like hers are called blow job lips. I felt a stirring in my pants as I thought about those lips wrapped around my throbbing cock.
She followed her son on his bike past me three or four more times, each time smiling and saying hi. At the time I thought I was just being arrogant, but I couldn't help thinking that she was paying more attention to me than to her kid. I also couldn't help noticing that she was wearing make up. Now obviously I didn't know what she might have been doing beforehand. She might have come from somewhere and just not taken it off, but the impression she gave was that she was a woman who wanted to be noticed.
Now in the course of pursuing my collection, I've found a certain type of woman that I really enjoy. They're usually around my age, late twenties to early thirties, although I've come across some older and some younger. One thing they all have in common is that they got married young and many of them also had children fairly early on. A large percentage of them married high school or college sweethearts. I found that many of these women, still married or not, were sexually restless.
At first, I assumed this was because they had married the first man, or one of the first men, they had slept with and they were wondering what they had missed out on. But I realized rather quickly that that was more of a guy's way of thinking, not a woman's. I've slowly developed a theory, but it's still a work in progress. I'm always meeting women who challenge it.
The theory isn't something I can summarize easily, but I'll run through it and hit the key points. First, when many of these women got married, they were recently out of high school or college and usually still very much in touch with their peer groups--the people that they had in common with their husbands. Well, as time passes, high school and college friends often go their separate ways and suddenly, a large part of what a woman and her husband had in common is gone.
Next, many of these women loved school, participated in tons of extracurricular activities, were involved with everything and part of the "in" crowd. Now they're dragging kids around the supermarket, driving minivans and feeling a bit lost and alone in a life they barely recognize.
In many instances they were accustomed to being popular. They were big fish in their little pools. In the wider world though, they become anonymous, just another face in a huge crowd.
All of these things, and quite possibly plenty of other factors, combine to make these women restless. When their husbands don't step up and help them deal with these feelings, they begin to turn elsewhere.
That's where I come in. Yeah, maybe that makes me a slimy opportunist, but the way I see it, they're going to do what they're going to do anyway. I'm not the cause for them being dissatisfied or disillusioned with their lives. I'm just giving them what they've already decided they want. I know that doesn't make my part in it any less wrong. All I can say in my defense is that these women are smoldering with passion, just waiting for someone to fan their embers. They're also, generally speaking, some of the best cock suckers I've ever had the pleasure to have known.
Which brings me back to the hot mom I was watching walk up and down the street behind her bike-riding son. She definitely had that look about her; that she was fishing for male attention. You don't need any special radar to pick up on that. It's usually pretty obvious. What's not always clear is how much attention they're looking for. That's something that has to be played out carefully. It's been my experience that many times they aren't looking to do more than a little flirting, but, if a guy knows how to work it, things can easily go beyond the flirting stage.
Having watched her go by a few times, I decided to move a little closer to the sidewalk and wait for her to pass again. When she did, I had no trouble striking up a conversation with her. It was obvious she wanted to talk. She was very outgoing and friendly and did more than her fair share of keeping the conversation going. In the course of our talking she asked about, and I explained, my house sitting. She got a strange grin on her face as I told her about my friends' frequent travels and how I took advantage of the opportunity by staying at their house.
"I'll bet you've been taking advantage of it!" she laughed. I wasn't really sure what she meant. She was obviously suggesting I was doing more than house sitting, which, of course, was sometimes the case. But why she would have said that to me like that, within minutes of meeting me, was a little unusual. We talked for almost twenty minutes before she said she had to go.
"I'm Pauline, by the way," she said as she left. When I, in turn, introduced myself, Pauline gave me a strange smile, saying, "Yes, I know." Then she left without further explanation.
It wasn't until she was gone that it suddenly hit me who she was. She was the wife Eileen had been talking to. The one who had convinced Eileen it was okay to cheat on her husband if he was ignoring her needs. A few times in my talk with Eileen, she had almost let Pauline's name slip.
Once I figured out who Pauline was, I wondered if Eileen had told her about our more recent encounters. I knew Pauline had been told about the first blow job Eileen gave me, but I had no way of knowing if Eileen had said more than that. I figured it would be best to assume that Pauline didn't know about everything Eileen had told me, including the fact that Eileen had pretty much given away Pauline's identity to me. So if I was going to pursue her, and I was thinking that I would, I'd have to be discrete.
Yeah, I know that sounds ridiculous coming from a guy who posts descriptions of the blow jobs he's gotten on the internet. But I'm actually very discrete. Even if Pauline asked me flat out about Eileen, I would never give her a straight answer. And that's the smart thing for a guy like me to do. Women aren't going to be all that eager to suck my cock if they're worried about me blabbing about it.
