Anne watched Wesley Tillman walk in. He was always pensive, eyes cast down and shifting every now and then, eyeing the corner as he closed the door.
Won't he ever relax? They have been at this for a month now. Anne shook her head and got up from her chair. He was tall and gangly, with black curly hair. Whenever Anne thought of Wesley Tillman, two thoughts come into mind. Firstly was his broad rimmed glasses that made him look every part of the nerd that he was. And secondly and most importantly to Anne, he was loaded. He may not look like it with his tucked in polo and khaki pants but his parents were richy rich!
Both of them were seniors, Anne remembered getting invited on Wesley's eighteenth birthday at his house. No, not a house, the place was a mansion! They had a big ass pool, Anne remembered seeing a Ferrari on the driveway. Oh, and a maid and butler! A real live maid and butler! She heard rich people had them but never actually saw them.
And what did Anne get for her eighteenth birthday? A thirty dollars gift certificate and a small homebaked cake. She had to lie to her friends and make up an excuse to her mother why her friends aren't coming. It was embarrassing.
"You made sure you weren't followed?" Anne interrogated him, moving closer. She had to scrunch up her nose as because he might as well have emptied an entire bottle of body spray on their meet up.
"N-No! I-I made sure, okay!" he stuttered.
"Whatever," Anne said. "You do have my money, right?" she added. He only nodded.
But there was something strange in his eyes, like a sadness in them, kinda reminds her of a puppy. Still, he didn't stop her from unbuttoning his jeans.
The first few times they did this, his groin was unshaved. She didn't mind but every now and then a pube would make its way somewhere in her mouth. She remembered saying something about it. A week later, she found he had shaved and he had always shaved since whenever they go for their meet.
His limp dick was a good three inches long. Asleep and soft.
He drew a sharp breath when she grabbed hold of it.
Some twists around the block, the sound of traffic, horns honking and cars passing echoed in their secret meeting place. It was an old locked up shop, the display window boarded and the way to get in here was a path so narrow, you had to walk sideways to fit.
It was the perfect hook up spot and they were the only two who knows of it. Anne found the spot where she could just hang, maybe take a smoke or two. When she made this proposal to nerdy Wesley, this place was the ideal spot.
His groin was smooth to the touch, almost like a baby's, Anne had to keep herself from laughing.
"W-what?" he asked.
"Oh, nothing."
She began stroking his cock with her thumb and index finger. He was breathing through his mouth and his glasses kept drooping down whenever he tried to look down on her. One hand fondled his balls, gently feeling through his sack.
She opened and wide and made sure to look him in the eye as she put one ball into her mouth.
"Oh Anne!" he exclaimed.
"Hush!" She hissed at him. No one was going to hear them. But Anne liked to be in control here. She likes to be the one holding the balls. Literally. He gripped the rack closest to and grip it so tight his knuckled turned white.
His face scrunched up in ecstasy and pleasure as Anne put her lips and tongue to work. She suckled on his balls like a baby with a candy, passing her tongue this way and that. He couldn't help but let out some groans under her ferocious attack.
"OOOHHH!! ANNNE!!"
His grip tightened.
