Okay, I apologize to everyone who waded through my last entry. Those aren't the types of blow jobs that I started this journal for. I only did it to satisfy a few curious readers. That said, let's get back to entries about blow jobs that I'm much happier to recall.
Jody was the ex-wife of a guy I worked with at a previous job. At the time I worked there, I was fairly good friends with her husband and the two of them went out with me and the woman I was seeing at the time. We only got together a handful of times. Jody and her husband had a strained relationship, and while they didn't actually fight in front of me and my girlfriend, more than once they went at each other enough to make us uncomfortable.
I broke up with the woman I was dating, moved onto another job and didn't really keep in touch with the Jody's husband. I heard through some of the people I did keep in touch with that he and Jody had split up, and I really can't say I was surprised.
Jody was an Italian woman, with dark skin, jet black hair and a thick body with lots of curves. Her breasts weren't overly large, but she wore clothes that always accentuated them. I'm guessing they were barely C cups, but her fashion choices made them look much bigger. She showed a lot of cleavage and was the type to notice when men noticed. Her hips were wide, her thighs thick but the tight black slacks she liked to wear held it all together in an enticing way. She had a very nice smile and liked to wrinkle her nose when she laughed. Her lips were full and puffy and a slight overbite made her lower lip curl forward and look bigger still. She almost always wore dark red lipstick, which only drew more attention to her mouth.
Now I can honestly say that I wasn't eyeing her up when she was married. It may sound like bullshit, but I don't go around checking out my friends' wives, thinking about how they suck cock and how to get them to suck mine. They're off-limits and generally, I don't even like to mess around with the ex-wives of friends. But Jody's husband and I were never very close and I hadn't spoken to him in years at the time she and I hooked up.
It all came about when I ran into Jody in a grocery store. She saw me first and came right over and started talking to me like we were old pals. I admit, while I recognized her right away, I couldn't remember her name or even where I knew her from for the first few minutes. But when a good looking woman comes over and starts talking to me, I go along with it. Fortunately, I remembered Jody's name before I said anything awkward.
Jody asked me early in the conversation about the woman I had been seeing back in the days of our double dates, which is when I figured out who she was. When I told her that I was no longer seeing her, Jody didn't hesitate to ask if I was seeing anyone else. She was very forward with her questions. And it seemed to me that, while she said she was sorry that I was no longer with that woman, her expression and body language said she wasn't sorry in the slightest.
Jody was in her late thirties or early forties. She had a couple of kids with her now-ex-husband. I didn't know much about her outside of the few times my girlfriend had been out with her and her husband. One thing I remembered was the way Jody looked at me. Or rather, the way she made eye contact with me. It always seemed a little flirty, the way a single woman would look at me. Definitely not what I'd expect from a married woman who was sitting next to her husband. The other thing that I remembered was that, when Jody made a sexual reference, which was usually in the form of a joke, she would look to see my reaction.
As I chatted with Jody in the supermarket, a particular example came to mind. Jody had been chatting with my date while I talked to her husband. Both conversations were loud enough that the other could hear, but low enough that they didn't interfere. It was mostly mundane guy talk/girl talk. But suddenly Jody's voice got a little louder.
"I told him if it tasted like chocolate, I'd do it all the time," Jody had said, wrinkling her nose up as she laughed. She had also shot a sly look in my direction to see if I had heard. "I mean," she had continued, "why did they have to make it taste like that?"
I guess had assumed at the time that she had looked up to make sure I hadn't been paying attention. Looking back, it was clear she had been saying it hoping I was paying attention. She looked up because she wanted to see my reaction.
When it happened I either didn't pick up on it, or ignored it because she was the wife of a friend. But looking back, she was clearly playing some sort of game or at least looking for some attention. I remembered all this as I talked with her in the store, wondering if she hadn't been checking me out back then.
I asked Jody about her situation and she told me that she was now divorced. She said it in a way that I felt like I should tell her I was sorry, so I did. But I don't think she was the slightest bit sorry about it. She simply wanted a little bit of sympathy. Now don't misunderstand--I'm a naturally sympathetic guy. But I do resent people fishing for sympathy, at least when their circumstances don't deserves it.
I stood in the store and talked to Jody for a good fifteen minutes and it was clear she would have kept talking. I was getting all the signals, from her body language, her nervous, nose-wrinkling laugh and the things she was saying and asking about, that she was a serious candidate for my collection.
I watched Jody's ruby red lips moved as she talked and thought about how good it would feel to have them wrapped around my cock. I also thought about her comments that night so long ago about not liking the taste of cum and I wondered if I would get the chance to shoot my load in her mouth. Would she swallow it down if I did?
With all this running through my head, I asked Jody if she had time to stop for a drink and continue catching up. I saw she had a shopping cart full of groceries and probably had to get home to make dinner for her kids, so I knew there was no chance she'd take me up on it. But you can tell a lot by the way a woman turns down an offer. And if Jody really wanted to get together with me, she might suggest a time that was better for her.
Just as I expected, Jody told me she would love to grab a drink and talk some more, but... she indicated her shopping cart and shrugged.
"My ex has the kids next weekend and my, uh, well, maybe that Saturday?" Something I couldn't read crossed Jody's face, but in an instant it was gone and all I saw was a hopeful expression. "Give me your number and I'll call you." I gave it to her and wondered if I should ask for hers. I decided not to. If Jody was interested, and she certainly seemed to be, she'd call. If she didn't, at least there was no wasted effort on my part.
Also, I was wondering if that look that crossed her face had anything to do with a boyfriend. She had said there was no man in her life at the moment, but that could mean she was seeing someone with whom she wasn't serious. At least not yet. That was fine with me. I wasn't looking for anything more than for Jody to wrap those big ruby lips around my shaft and give me some good cocksucking.
I was mildly surprised that I got a call from Jody the following night. She asked if I was still free the following Saturday. I told her I was and she asked if I liked home cooked Italian meals. Suspecting where this was going, I told her I did. Jody then invited me to her house, saying she'd cook dinner if I would bring a nice bottle of red wine. I readily agreed, thinking about her big red lips and her dislike of the taste of sperm.
"Oh, and one other thing," Jody added, sounding a little strange. "Do you still have that pair of jeans you wore the time we went to the movies?" It was a surprising question and, needless to say, I had no idea what jeans I had worn, if I still owned them or even what movie she was talking about.