"Do you want to come in?" She knew it was a dumb question, but she wanted to prolong this. He got her humor, and he was very easy on the eyes, but one night started now and ended either in the morning or when this guy would slink out of her house in the dark. She was the one who usually slunk out of the hotel before the guy could open his eyes and ask for a cup of coffee or round whatever they'd left off having sex on.
"Yes." There was no jokes or playing in his voice or his gaze. Just a serious answer to a crazy question. There she had it. The point of no return. She didn't feel nervous, but it just felt different, like this was the start of something new.
She walked up the twelve steps to the top and keyed the lock for the door. It was a huge house that had been furnished by her mother when she'd gotten bored and decided she wanted to make a home for her one and only daughter.
"Beautiful place you've got here," he said, and she tried to see it how someone would see it for the first time. Everything was big. Big leather couch, enormous television set, large pillows, large cabinets, it was like the place was made for giants, but the furniture was comfortable and since her parents demanded Elaine, who had been their housekeeper since she was born, clean her home every week, she didn't really think about the house very much.
"Thanks."
"What do you do?" He asked, and she was feeling so comfortable she forgot the stories she usually told people but was able to make one up on the spot.
"I'm a gardener." Putting her keys down on the table, she knew she didn't want to keep up with this line of conversation. She was too worked up to think up scenarios for him; she wanted to fuck, and this was going to mess up her mood.
"A gardener?" he said like he hadn't known what that was.
"Yes, do you have a problem with that?"
"No. I don't have a problem with that. Gardens are great, but when you were holding my hand earlier it was hard to notice how soft your hands are. Unless you are directing people on how to do the garden, it seems unlikely that is what you do. Also, with a house like this the only thing you're probably growing is marijuana. Do you have a few plants in your basement under black lights?"
"Did you want to check my basement?" she countered.
"The only foundation I want to see is whether you're wearing panties or not. Do you have a problem with that?" He was walking around her house looking here and there, and although she was glad that he was interested in her surroundings, she wanted him to fulfill the promise his body had made to hers in that alley.
"Follow me," she said as she walked toward her bedroom. She was never happier that she liked a tidy house than she was today. It wasn't the day the maid came in to clean, but she kept the place up between her scheduled weekly cleaning. Lorna didn't have to check to see if he was following her because she could feel his eyes roving over her body as she walked.
She opened the door to her room and was spun around before she could even utter another word. His firm warm lips were on hers, and the sensation almost made her forget what she wanted to do.
"Hold on," she said backing away from him. "I was going to say a few things before we got started."
He advanced on her slowly like he was giving her a chance to speak, but it didn't look like he was going to wait that long.
"This isn't my real hair," she said as she whipped off the blonde swingy wig that she loved so much she had considered dying and cutting the long mass of hair that covered her head. She noticed that he stopped and watched her take down her long dark hair but then seemed to think this was some sort of game and stripped off his shirt.
"Is there anything else you want to pop off or change before we get started?"
She loved that he had a sense of humor that matched hers, because she would have said some smart ass shit like that too. "No. I think that's it. You'll find the removable butt pads and boob inserts when you get to them." Should she have said that? Probably not but the look of skepticism on his face made it worth it. He'd find out what she was working with soon enough.
"Then let's get to it." He clapped his hands together like he was ready to go in, and she laughed at his ‘let me at ‘em' attitude.
He had his shirt off, his shoes kicked to the side and working on the snap of his pants by the time she got to the bed. She liked that he was as eager as she felt, but it was time to show him how she really was in the bedroom. It wasn't that she was into the whole submissive and dominant thing - she liked an equal partner - but she liked to fully enjoy the person she was with, and since he was almost naked, she could give him a taste of what she'd want later.
When he got close enough to touch her, she dropped to her knees in front of him and heard the hiss of air he blew out.
"Let me get that for you," she said as she displaced his hands on the button of his fly.
"Go for it," he responded.
She finished with the buttons and pulled the pants to his ankles. He could get them off later if that's what he wanted but she'd felt his thick, throbbing cock under two layers of jeans. His and hers. She wanted a firsthand look at what he was working with.
Pulling his cock out of his boxer shorts, she was enthralled by so many things. The fact that he smelled like clean man was first. Lorna had always loved a fresh smelling man, and even when she rubbed her face into the trimmed thatch of dark hair around his dick, the slight musky scent turned her on even more than she'd been before. How in the hell was that even possible? She rubbed his member against her lips teasing herself almost as much as she hoped she was teasing him, but his cock was a pretty one with its straight shaft, large mushroomed head and thick veins that ran up and down the whole thing, making her want to trace each one with her tongue. It looked like something that he could make copies of and sell it as a dildo. He'd make millions on that; she had no doubt.
Looking up at him she wondered if he was going to say anything to her. Maybe tell her to hurry up or put his hand on her head to get this thing going, but he just stood there looking at her with a small smile on his face.
"What are you smiling at?" she asked him as she lightly stroked up and down his shaft.
"I have a beautiful woman on her knees in front of me staring at my cock like it's a rock star. Why wouldn't I be smiling?"
"You could be telling me what you wanted me to do to you."
"I can tell by the look in your eyes you are going to suck me off. Did you want instruction? I bet you know what you're doing, but I'll be sure you know if I like something in particular. How about that?" He was standing perfectly still, and from that she knew that he was a very patient man. She'd dealt with a lot of guys with a lot of different traits, but patience wasn't usually one of them.
She stuck out her tongue and licked just the very tip right on the underside of that large bulbous head, and she could have sworn she saw a slight shudder.
"Do you like that?" she asked.
His eyes lit up just a bit, and she wondered if she'd bit off a bit more than she could chew. There was an intelligence in his eyes, but there was also a guarded piece that she knew so well. It was like looking into a cloudy window pane to see the person you were with but finding it was more of a mirror. She knew that look. That trying to keep your story straight so no one would know who you really were.
"Take a bit more in, baby. I want to glide against your tongue."
She liked his sexed voice and hoped she'd be able to recall this endeavor when it was over. He was sexy and attractive not that those features were necessary they were very welcomed. She did as she requested and had to stop looking up at him because the taste of his skin and the sweetness of his pre-cum was more than she could take. Reaching up over his hard rippled stomach to his nipples she stretched and pinched him just a bit. It was hard to watch everything, but she wanted to make sure he was enjoying her little display.
The grunt was enough to make her believe she was doing a good job, and she kept going to find out what other tricks he may like. She moved off his cock and settled down on her knees so she could watch him. It was one of her great pleasures to watch the effects of her play. She went to the inner crease where his thigh met his torso and gave a few soft sucking kisses right there. It was usually a sensitive place, but many people didn't bother with it; she did it for the effect and for the build-up.
"I like that," he said with his voice not as steady as it had been. The little thrill that she was trying to build up for him was growing faster for her. That wasn't typical. She liked foreplay … giving and receiving, and she could do it for hours. There was something about this man that flipped her switch … hard.