Literotica readers will remember that I introduced them to Sunny a number of months ago. She was about nineteen when we met; I was in my mid-30’s. I was the investigating detective at a burglary that occurred at her home. She initiated an affair that went on for several years until she met the man she would marry. For me, she needed a friend who would “fuck her real hard several times a week, with no strings attached.” Sunny was a gorgeous chick with personality plus. She had blonde hair, blue eyes and a body sent to me from heaven; huge, beautiful tits with beautiful nipples, a great ass and long tan legs. She was the total package and loved to show it off, often opting for skimpy little outfits designed to make male eyes bulge.
I tried to arrange my schedule to meet Sunny once or twice a week to give her the full treatment. Unfortunately, I lived some distance from police headquarters, so my place was out. It was just too far from where I was supposed to be. Fortunately, my friend Rick lived just over the town line and didn’t mind my using his place to meet Sunny. Of course, he worked rotating shifts, so the place wasn’t always available, so we had to improvise.
At least twice a week, I met Sunny in the morning for coffee. We would meet at a nearby state park that had a little-used picnic area with parking for a hundred cars. There was rarely anyone there when we would meet in the morning. The picnic area had a circular drive so it was easy to park in the middle and see anyone pulling in. I had very little time to meet with her, so Sunny would usually call me as she was leaving to pick up coffee and I would leave a few minutes later to meet her. After a time, we timed it pretty well so we were both arriving within minutes of the other. I loved these little meetings since Sunny was always so upbeat and pleasant. You couldn’t help but smile as she droned on about some aspect of her life. Sunny always made it a bit more pleasant by her manner of dress. She would often wear a big, bulky flannel shirt, which she unbuttoned for me, exposing her beautiful braless DD boobs for my gaze and touch. When we met for coffee, we never had time to fuck but Sunny seemed to feel responsible for making me cum whenever we met. When we finished our coffee, she would invariably ask me, “would you like me to suck your cock?” That was a question that required no answer. I just unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock. I remained alert for cars, but they rarely appeared. It was early and the woods were thick, so we had enough privacy for a blow job. More often than not, Sunny swallowed my load, but occasionally she enjoyed watching me shoot my cum. When she did, I would signal the moment to her and she would stop sucking and start stroking my cock as I shot my load into a now empty coffee cup, looking closely as she got me off. She told me once, that watching me shoot was fascinating to her. She loved being able to make it happen. She also loved to have me shoot all over her body.
Sunny and I met regularly for several years. Sex was always part of it. This girl was a loving, giving kid who derived great pleasure from getting me off. When it was possible, I got the same pleasure from getting her off. About a year into our relationship, Sunny left her job bartending at the steak house to take a similar job at a new go-go joint called Iggy’s, about two miles from her house and about a quarter mile from Rick’s place. This gave us a little more time to be together because she could leave for work at quarter to four and still be early. Before that, three o’clock was the cutoff time for our trysts. It also allowed Sunny to get home earlier.
A couple of weeks after Iggy’s opened, my brother, Tim, and I decided to take a look and see what was happening there. One night, we took a ride over there around ten o’clock at night. The parking lot was jammed and we had to park in the shopping center across the street and walk across the street to Iggy’s. It was early May and when we walked in the front door, we experienced a ten degree rise in temperature as well as thick cigarette smoke that filled the air. Off in the distance, we could see a couple of semi-attractive dancers strutting their stuff at opposite ends of the bar. Behind the bar, dancing as she poured drinks, was Sunny. We had to wait about a half hour to get a seat at the bar. Sunny finally noticed us and danced over with a big grin on her face to take our orders. We ordered a couple of beers. When Sunny brought them to us, I introduced her to Tim, who had been ogling her since our arrival. And, who could blame him-she was dressed as provocatively as the dancers in a halter top that might have fit a girl with a “B” cup but had no chance of covering up Sunny’s boulders. She also wore a pair of very short shorts, exposing the cheeks of her ass and pulled tightly over her vulva.
At the time Iggy’s opened, the big go-go bar song was “My Sharona.” When the juke box started playing the song, the crowd erupted, the go-go girls began dancing their asses off and a bunch of the guys at the bar began to encourage Sunny to get up on the bar and show what she had, which was plenty. She resisted but was obviously flattered that so many guys wanted her to dance for them. When the song ended, Sonny had collected over thirty dollars in tips from guys willing to pay to see her dance. Sonny was blushing visibly when someone hit the juke box replay button and My Sharona started all over again. About fifty guys at the bar were hooting and hollering for Sunny to dance for them. She looked to me and I gave her the thumbs up, so up she climbed to the top of the bar and she began to dance in tune to the music. I have to admit, she was fabulous. She shook her ass to the delight of the crowd. But when she turned to them and began to shake her boobs, I got one of probably 200 hardons in the room. Tim was mesmerized. He couldn’t believe that his brother was actually nailing this goddess. Sunny caressed her own boobs from outside the halter, feigning licking them and the crowd went absolutely bonkers. She knelt down on the bar and massaged on of the guy’s face with her boobs. She walked on all fours along the length of the bar as guys stuck money in her cleavage, each copping a minor feel. When she stood, the bills were stuffed in her one pocket in her teeny shorts. Then, as the number drew to a close, Sunny lifted her halter and flashed the crowd. The cheers were deafening as she jumped down to the floor. She walked all the way around the oval bar as guys handed her tips. For one three minute dance, Sunny netted over $300.
Sunny was breathing a little heavy and perspiration was rolling down her body as she came over to me and grabbed my hand. “I have a break now, how about walking outside with me, my eyes are burning from all the smoke and I need to cool off.” “Sure,” I replied and we walked through a doorway that led to the now-empty kitchen behind the bar. On the other side of this enormous room was a doorway to the outside, which we opened. Tim walked out to a corner of the parking lot, breathing fresh air for the first time in an hour. Sunny and I stood in the doorway, enjoying the gentle flow of cool, fresh air. It was very refreshing. Tim stood outside, blatantly staring at Sunny’s chest. Sunny and I caught him at the same moment and both declared him “busted” at the same moment. As always, Sunny was good natured about it. She was certainly used to guys staring at her tits, which even she must have realized were special. They were not just huge; they were beautifullly shaped and had perfect uplift without a hint of sag. Sunny called Tim close to her and lifted her halter to give him an unrestricted view of these monsters. Then, she took his hand and brought it to her to give him a feel of that which he admired so. Tim was startled and stunned but he enjoyed every moment of it as he gently caressed Sunny, eventually causing her nipples to stand on end in pleasure. Sunny took her hand and ran it across Tim’s crotch, feeling his hardon and asking coyly, “Did I do that?” Everyone laughed and Sunny put her halter back in place. Tim’s moment of glory was over.
Sunny still had ten minutes remaining on her break and, in true Sunny-fashion, she offered me a blow job. “Here?,” I said, while choking at the thought. “Why not, no one can see, the kitchen is empty and the parking lot is dark. Plus, we have Tim to stand guard.” It all sounded so casual, but it was just Sunny. She found a stool to sit on and brought it over to the doorway. I stood in front of her, nervously taking my swollen cock from my pants. She immediately began stroking it, coaxing the pre-cum to the surface where she flicked it into her mouth with a tongue action that might have reminded one of a frog hunting for food. It was a weird atmosphere for me. I could hear the music blaring just thirty feet away. The kitchen was almost eerily dark. And here I was getting head from the belle of the ball. Sunny sucked and tongued me as always with great gusto and I responded as always. She was a master working on your cock. I could have cum in thirty seconds but she wouldn’t allow it. When she sensed I was nearing orgasm, she would back off to make it last. Finally, she let me have the release I sought. I shot a wad of cum into her mouth that seemed like it might drown her. But Sunny was an expert and she took it in stride as she did the half dozen volleys that followed. She swallowed every drop and sucked until I was near soft. Then, as was her custom, she gave me one final stroke with her hand, producing the last drop of cum, which she removed with her forefinger, then licked clean. She gave my cock a good night kiss and I put him back in his Fruit of the Loom home for the night. Sunny straightened her clothes and returned to the bar. It took a minute for us to return as Tim was absolutely stunned by the performance he had just witnessed and seemed nearly catatonic. I shook him a bit to break the spell and we returned to our seats at the bar, where we enjoyed one final beer before heading home. We waved good bye to Sunny and headed into the night air one more time.
The six mile ride to Tim’s apartment went quickly. Tim spent the entire time absolutely raving about Sunny and how wonderful she was and how lucky I was to be her boyfriend. He had a bad case of puppy love for sure. Tim subtly reminded me that his birthday was in a few days. I promised to take him to dinner when the big day arrived. He would be 30.
