First Blowjob

AS ALWAYS, A COMPLETELY AND UTTERLY TRUE STORY:

I'd wasn't even dating Francis when we first hooked up. We worked together and although I was living with my boyfriend of 6 years, things were clearly on the out with him, and suddenly this new man had appeared in my life. We were both 27, had the same outlook on life, more importantly wanted the same things out of life and I knew immediately we'd one day end up together. We flirted relentlessly at work - he'd just transferred in from out of town - and despite both being supervisors, there was no hiding from our coworkers that there was some definite chemistry between us.

The first time I actually felt something really sexual between us was innocent enough from his perspective. We were downtown on a Saturday night and I'd conveniently arranged that me & my girlfriends would venture out to the same bar as him and his guy friends. We talked about everything for a couple of hours, before the chocolate Martinis kicked in and I was his for the taking. He was such a gentleman, he didn't make a move, so just when he was talking about how much he missed his family in the UK, I leaned in and kissed him. That was it for me. My existing relationship was over, and Francis was the new man in my life.

2 days later at work, we happened to be working the same shifts and he asked me if I wanted to grab a bite to eat after work. He was a good cook and seemed eager to show off. His roommates were pretty cool and I felt so welcomed into his life. He did a bit of cleaning while the food was cooking, excusing himself from being such a bad host, and then after dinner, complete with the mandatory candles and wine, he excused himself again to do a bit of laundry. He carried his clothes hamper downstairs into the building's utility room, and I decided to really make a move for it. We'd had a couple of conversations about his ex, what she didn't do, what he liked, etc. so I decided I'd show him what a real lover was all about.

We entered the room, closed the door, and while he was putting the clothes in the washer, I pulled my underwear down. I didn't remove them, I just left them at my ankles, so I'd have the effect I wanted. He turned around, started talking about something and then noticed them at my feet. He stopped, gobsmacked, raised his eyebrows, and looked up at me with a wry grin. I kicked them off from around my shoes, grabbed him, and basically flung myself at him, kissing him furiously. I think he was still a little shocked so I knew I had to be the aggressor. Lips still locked, I reached for his belt, undid it, undid the buttons and slipped my hand down his boxers. He was rock hard and I fucking loved it. I pumped him a few times with my left hand, and with my right I grabbed one of his hands and put it between my legs. I was so wet, it was almost embarrassing. I'd not been that horny as long as I could remember. He was being so gentle, delicately rubbing his middle finger against my clit, but I was so turned on, I just wanted it inside of me.

I had enough, so whipped off my skirt and asked him point blank, "Are you ready for the best blowjob of your life??!" He nervously looked at the door, but I said, "Don't worry, no-one will disturb us, and if they do, who cares??!" With that, I sunk to my knees and licked him. I looked up at him and he looked down at me as I took him into my mouth for the first time. I was cheating, but had absolutely no regrets or second thoughts because this was the guy I wanted to be with. I just wanted to make him happy, and make him come.

From previous experiences, I'd discovered that guys like to see a girl play with herself when she's giving a blowjob - I guess it indicates they're actually enjoying the experience themselves, instead of just providing a service. So that's what I did. Making sure he got a good view, I moved my knees further apart on the ground, and began to masturbate with my right hand. My left still had hold of his penis as I brought it in and out of my mouth. I really wanted him inside me, but had promised myself we'd not actually have sex until I was officially broken up with my boyfriend, so instead I'd have to make do with my fingers. I momentarily moved up to meet his face, seductively inserting one, then two, then three fingers into his mouth, which he sexily sucked. I then moved back down, looking up at his face all along, and inserting those same, one, two , three, fingers inside of me. I moaned, and then took him into my mouth again, sucking him aggressively for all I was worth, continuing to moan.

That was it for him. His breathing became more rapid, his moaning louder, and I knew what was coming. His body stiffened and he came in my mouth - which was just amazing because my hygiene freak of a boyfriend hadn't ever let me do that. I swallowed everything and continued to suck, wishing he had more. But he pulled me up, and just shook his head in disbelief. He'd complained before how his ex would always run to the nearest sink after a blowjob to spit it out, and how it broke the mood. I said to him, "I'll never waste a drop!!" which probably made me sound like a total slut, but it worked, and was the first of many great sexual experiences between us.