Since I'd split with my boyfriend my best friend, Jan, had made it her mission to find me a suitable replacement.
She had introduced me to a few men, but I had not been too excited by any of them, until I met James. He was a work colleague of hers who was recently divorced, perfect thought Jan.
Jan organized one of her regular dinner parties and invited James and me, she made sure I was sat next to him during the meal.
James was tall, good looking, 40 something with short dark hair and clear blue eyes.
At first we spoke little, but soon we started chatting awkwardly.
He seemed shy and self-conscious, so I took the lead, but he eventually became a little more animated and I came to realize that I really liked him and was even getting a bit turned on.
He looked intensely at me as we talked, and I got the impression he was interested as well.
We agreed to meet again in a few days' time at a local Italian, a "date", Jan was delighted of course!
As before James said little to begin with, but he opened up eventually and as the meal progressed I managed to steer the conversation towards more intimate matters, James may have been shy but that has never been my problem!
I started talking about my favorite topic - what I like from a man.
It was when I told him that I'm very "oral" that he become less inhibited, he told me how much he likes to use his tongue, but that some women find it too much.
I was surprised and told him so, but he admitted that maybe he was a bit too intense.
This was a real turn on for me however, so by now I could hardly wait to get him home and "unwrap" him!
We called a cab and sitting in the dark in the back of the car we kissed, just lips at first, but when I put my hand on his crotch and felt his erection straining under the denim, he hesitantly put his tongue in my mouth and flicked it lightly.
My pussy was getting wet as he put his hand up my skirt and stroked my slit through my panties.
He felt my excitement and his tongue forced its way into my mouth more urgently, our lips now tight together, our hands touching each other intimately, our tongues entwined.
The only thing I like more in my mouth than a man's tongue is his cock, and I became desperate to fill my mouth with it.
The cab stopped at my place; I hoped the driver had seen what went on.
James paid him, including a big tip and a knowing wink.
Now, consumed by lust, all I wanted was James's big tip in my mouth, so I rushed to the front door and unlocked.
Once inside I led him wordlessly to the bedroom.
We fell upon the king-sized bed and greedily resumed from where we had left off, my mouth on his, my hand down his trousers feeling his hard on and pre-cum seeping through his pants.
By unspoken decree we both stopped for a few moments and undressed.
Now I could admire his slim, muscular physique and beautiful long, stiff penis, standing proud, throbbing, purple veins lacing it round and topped by a large domed head, cum leaking from it.
It took all of my will power not to rush straight to it and stuff it into my mouth.
But first I wanted him to enjoy the view as well -
My large and perfectly formed breasts with full brown areola and hard nipples, my neatly trimmed V of pubic hair surrounding my pink, moist gash.
