Okay, so far, with one notable exception, I've concentrated on recounting the best and/or most exciting blow jobs I've gotten. And it's not that there aren't more of those to talk about, but I feel like changing it up a bit. This next entry was not a great blow job or particularly stimulating circumstances, but it was a pretty unique experience. To this day I'm not sure if it was a good idea to go for it or not. I'll tell the story and you decide.
Maggie was as nice a person as you'd want to meet. She was very pleasant and courteous, said hello to everyone she passed and seemed to take a genuine interest in the people around her. She worked in the building next to the one containing my office. Her office was too small to have a cafeteria, so she and a lot of her coworkers often came over to my building for lunch. My company also did some business with hers, so they were in and out fairly frequently.
A lot of the people in my office knew who Maggie was and she would stop and chat when she was in the building. I only spoke to her on rare occasions, but when I did, I couldn't help noticing there was a certain look in her eyes. It wasn't a particularly sexual type of look, but there was something about it that seemed submissive.
Maggie was in her late forties or early fifties. She was married and had a couple of college age kids. While her face was relatively pretty, her body really didn't appeal to me. She had no ass at all, thin hips and a little bit of a pot belly. She had rather large breasts, but I was willing to bet if they were ever released from her bra, they'd probably sag half way to her ankles.
Maggie wore clothes that did very little to flatter her figure (or lack thereof). She almost always wore slacks, instead of skirts or dresses that would have hidden some of the less attractive aspects of her body. They were nice clothes, don't get me wrong. She was always elegantly dressed. It's merely my opinion that she could have made herself look better with different fashion choices.
Maggie's face, like I said, was still pretty. She had short, dark hair that was always neatly styled. She had dark blue-green eyes and nice full lips framing an attractive smile. Her cheeks were high and rosy. Her nose was kind of pointy, like a hawk's beak. Yeah, there were some bags and wrinkles that come with age, but overall not too bad.
At any rate, there wasn't anything particularly physically appealing to me about Maggie. But I couldn't help noticing that submissive, man-pleasing gleam in her eyes. When I talked to her, Maggie returned my eye contact unflinchingly, but there was a subservience about it. When I see that look in a woman's eyes, right or wrong, I automatically think about her on her knees.
Even so, I really wouldn't have been interested in her. On top of not being physically attractive to me, Maggie also came across as being very straight-laced. Naturally, I'm not looking for the prim and proper type, so I never even considered her at all, except during those conversations when I was looking into her eyes.
It was a bit of a fluke that I got to thinking about her as part of my collection. I was in the cafeteria waiting in line to get lunch and one of my friends was going on and on about someone who had really rubbed him the wrong way. Four letter words were spewing out of this guy, and he wasn't exactly muttering under his breath. People were beginning to look in our direction, some clearly unhappy with his language.
I was trying to nonchalantly gaze around the room to see who was noticing our conversation. I was looking in Maggie's general direction when my friend blurted out, "and then that fucking cocksucker told me that I'd be lucky to get it by next week!" Maggie's body stiffened, her head snapped up and our eyes met for an instant before she looked away. I could see a little bit more color than usual in her cheeks.
My buddy's tirade went on as we got our lunches and found a place to sit. I was a bit uncomfortable with the attention he was drawing and kept looking around. I saw Maggie look over at us a couple more times, but she didn't react the way she had the first time. Either the shock had worn off, or it was something specific my friend had said that had bothered her. It clearly wasn't the f-bomb that had jolted her the first time, because he used that frequently, both before and after her reaction. I was wondering if 'cocksucker' had been the offending word. If Maggie was as straight-laced as she seemed, I could see her getting upset by that kind of language. I doubt it was a word she heard very often. But I didn't give the matter much more thought at the time.
It wasn't until I ran into Maggie a couple days later that I even remembered the incident. She mentioned something in a vague way about having overhead the conversation.
"Yeah, sorry about him," I said. "He's not a bad guy. He was just having a bad day."
"Well," Maggie replied, "he should be more careful about using that kind of language in the cafeteria. Someone might complain."
"Did you complain?" I asked, though I was pretty sure she wasn't the type.
"Oh, no," she said quickly. "But some of the things he was saying..." During this conversation Maggie and I were maintaining pretty steady eye contact. Now I've said before that that can be one of the biggest sexual tension builders, but even so, I was surprised to feel it between me and Maggie. Usually, I make eye contact on purpose, deliberately creating the tension, but this time it was a spontaneous thing, almost accidental. I guess that's what prompted me to say what I said next.
"Like 'cocksucker?'" I asked and saw Maggie stiffen the way she had in the cafeteria, her eyes getting wide with surprise. I guess that answered my question about which word in particular had offended her. She looked away from me, then back, then away again.
"You shouldn't say words like that," she said at last.
"It's just a word," I replied, looking into her eyes again for a long moment. "Why? You're not a, uh..." and I paused just long enough to see her eyes widen. I know she thought the next word out of my mouth would be 'cocksucker', but I was only yanking her chain. "...person who's offended that easily, are you?" I concluded.
Maggie didn't sigh with relief or anything that obvious, but it was clear she was glad I hadn't said what she had feared. I smiled at her.
"You didn't really think I was going to ask you if, uh..." Maggie shot me a warning look, but there was a hint of a smile on her face. She knew I was just teasing her.
"You should quit while you're ahead," Maggie said, trying to sound stern. I hadn't thought about it before then, but she had kids that were not much younger than me. She was accustomed to being an authority figure in these circumstances. But I was having none of that.
"A head?" I asked, deliberately separating 'ahead' into two words. "Hmmm... Freudian slip, perhaps? Maybe I should have asked that question." Maggie raised her eyebrows in a way that no doubt was supposed to convey disapproval. But the traces of a smile still clung to her lips and her eyes were still locked on mine, losing none of that spontaneous tension.
I felt that little flutter in my stomach, the delightful by-product of playing sexually charged games. I could tell Maggie was feeling it too. She was still trying to maintain her stern expression, but her eyes weren't part of it. In them I again saw that doe-eyed submissive look. She was enjoying this exchange.
It was at this particular moment that I first wondered if Maggie would suck my cock. I mean, I had thought about it before, but not really. It's one thing to think about every woman I talk to sucking my cock. It's quite another to stand in front of a woman and plan what I should say or do to get her to put me in her mouth; to have her suck my cock, not just daydream.
The important thing I've found, is not to push. I'd say the first time I reach this point with a woman, where we're both a little charged up and thinking about each other that way, ninety percent of the time nothing more happens. At least not then. The times I've been aggressive have often ended in nothing happening anyway, so I've learned to back off and let the idea grow in the woman's mind a bit before trying to take things further.
We stood not talking, just looking into each others' eyes for what seemed like a long time. It was probably only fifteen or twenty seconds, but I can tell you that feels like hours when all you're doing is looking at each other. I had a little smile, or maybe smirk would be a better word, on my face. Maggie's expression didn't tell me much about what she was thinking, but the fact that she stood looking at me that way said plenty.
