[This is Johnny's second meeting with Zoey, and the tenth story of Johnny's life in Atlanta. But you can read these stories in any order. As always, some of these events actually happened. I will leave it up to the reader to figure out which ones.]
Zoey had found me on an online dating site on Monday, but I found out quickly that she was only in town for a four-day conference. I had taken her out to dinner anyway, and apparently that made a big impression, because we had shared an incredible night in her motel room.
Zoey was about my age, but she was in much better shape than me. She had dark hair and dark eyes, and a tight body that showed off a lot of exercise, (or possibly some expensive plastic surgery). The only sign of her age was some slight laugh lines around the eyes. Even with the tiny wrinkles, though, she looked much younger than me.
I also guessed that she made a lot more money than me. She was in town for a medical conference, and she clearly had been given some sort of expense account by one of the vendors.
I was worried that a girl like that would simply move on to some other guy the next day, but she seemed to be interested in hooking up with me again. During her conference, on Tuesday, by 10:00 am, she was already texting me and telling me what we would do that night.
I had gone back to work straight from her hotel, but long before lunch she had already sent me a text asking if I was available for dinner and sex. She didn't seem too concerned that someone might see the messages, because her texts got more explicit as the morning went on, including a close-up shot of her fingering her pussy, apparently under the table at the conference.
She did not invite me for lunch. In fact, she bragged that she had invited the instructor up to her room at lunch, and fucked him in the shower. Afterwards, she even sent me a close-up picture of his dick deeply inserted into her ass. She then teased me about it in the next few texts, asking me if I got turned on thinking about another guy fucking her during lunch break.
The previous night, I had learned that she really enjoyed anal sex, and that she carried condoms around with her everywhere she went. She may have been testing to see if I would get jealous, or she may have simply not cared that if I was jealous or not, but either way the message was that she did whatever she wanted, and I could play along or go home.
In fact, I was a little jealous. I had to think for a minute to figure out why. We had only shared one night, and as she reminded me, "Tim" was not the first guy she had fucked that morning. (Right after waking up, we had taken a shower together, and fucked in almost the same position as in the sex pic she had sent me.) She had been completely honest with me that she liked to fuck a bunch of different guys, and that she couldn't do it in her small town. Even though we had met on a dating site, she made it clear that what we were doing was not dating.
I finally decided that the jealousy was my problem and not hers. Here was a beautiful girl who apparently made a pretty good living, and was not at all ashamed of her sexuality. ( knew deep down that if I was able to get that much sex, I would do the same.)
The picture eventually stopped bothering me, and the teasing convinced me that I was available for whatever she had in mind. I looked at the picture again for a few minutes. Tim appeared to be wearing a condom, and had shaved off almost all his body hair. Looking at the picture, I found myself getting horny looking forward to fucking Zoey again.
Since I was still wearing the clothes from the day before, I took the opportunity to take a late lunch, go out to a nearby men's store, and purchase a change of clothes.
When quitting time finally came, she had already sent me a couple of more text messages. In the final one, she invited me over to the "professor's" house for dinner. This didn't sound all that much fun to me, particularly since I had a close of photo of his dick (really about half his dick). But Zoey implied that the Professor's wife would be there, so it sounded like anything was possible.
When I didn't respond right away, she texted me "I will make it worth your while." So she knew I would be uncomfortable with the idea, but she was basically promising me that things would work out for me either way.
I responded that I was up for anything, but deep down, I was hoping that I wasn't going to end up with some middle-aged professor's wife while he got to fuck Zoey again.
I picked her up at 5:30, and she gave me an address that turned out to be pretty far outside town. As we drove, she talked about the conference, which was basically a sales conference for new products in oral surgery. She had to dumb it down for me, but basically it was sponsored by a company that made various kinds of implants. The company made so much money that they supplied the doctors who attended the conference with anything they wanted. She hinted that the male doctors got hookers if they wanted them, (which apparently made it hard for her to seduce the other doctors.)
As a female, they had been unsure exactly how to bribe her, so they had supplied her with the most expensive suite at the hotel. In fact, I had slept there Monday night after we had experimented with her magnificent balcony.
Considering that she was one of the few women there, and certainly the best looking, I actually felt complimented that she had picked me out again. Clearly, she had her pick of guys most everywhere she went.
While we were driving on the interstate, she had been casually stroking my dick through my pants. When we got to the outskirts of the city, she started unbuckling me. I had to adjust my seating a bit to allow her to pull my pants down, but she had them down to my ankles and my dick out in a matter of seconds.
Just as she leaned over and took my dick in her mouth, I saw the police car light up in my rearview mirror.
She saw the lights reflected on the dashboard, and started laughing right away. When we pulled over, she was still laughing, and had refused to help me pull my pants back up. Instead she had covered me with my other shirt, which did nothing to hide what had been going on.
Fortunately, the police officer had a good sense of humor. When I told him I was just changing into my bathing suit, Zoey broke out laughing, and the officer just rolled his eyes. He ended up not giving me a ticket, but he did give me a verbal warning "no blowjobs in a moving car."
Zoey laughed the rest of the way to Tim's house. I admit that it is kind of funny, looking back on it, but at the time, I felt like it was a bad start that was going to ruin the evening.
When we got to Tim's (the "Professor") house, it was the kind of oversized mini-mansion that you see in suburbs all across the United States. It was huge inside, maybe 5000 square feet or more, but the front yard and back yard were not much bigger than mine. The house was very GQ inside, and we were met at the door by a girl named Mariya who was an absolute knockout.