Adults Making Wishes
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"Are you the guy?" she asked.
He eyed her almost warily. "I might be. Are you from...AMW?"
She worked out the letters and nodded. Suddenly what she was doing seemed unseemly. Her head swiveled to the left, and then to the right, her eyes taking in the quiet neighborhood, seeing no people about.
He invited her in, a warmth rising up within his body as the realization took hold that this is really happening, a woman in his house who wants to have sex with him.
She eyed him with suspicion as she stood inside, his house smelling of cigarettes, her interested gaze seeing a few pairs of shoes just inside the front door, his, she presumed, and a rack with too many coats and jackets hung from it.
"You live alone?" she asked.
"I do," he said. "I had a dog, but she died."
The woman nodded. "I like dogs. I have a cat."
"Cat's are...okay," he said. "Want a drink? A beer, or whatever?"
Her eyes showed interest. "What are you having?"
He thought for a few seconds. "Whiskey, maybe?"
She quickly pondered, then said, "I took an Uber, so...okay."
He nodded, led the way to the kitchen. "You don't have a car?"
She didn't answer, but then... "The website said it's maybe best to not tell much about myself. I don't mean to be unfriendly, but..."
He nodded at the silence after she let her words end. "I read that too," he finally said. "The website said hotels are best. I could have drove to one, but...I didn't want to pay for one. I could have asked for the woman to pay, but that seemed wrong."
She nodded, watching him pour whiskey into two short glasses. She'd wondered about the house vs. hotel choice that she'd made, well aware that the Adults Making Wishes website had suggested hotels as the best and safest way of doing this, even going so far as to recommend using hotels near police stations. Now, she looked into his eyes as he handed her her drink, and she wondered why his wish had compelled her to choose it. She couldn't for the life of her remember why.
"You're nice looking," he said. He took a sip of his whiskey.
She faintly smiled. "That's not something I've heard much in my life."
He could see a sadness in her eyes. "Green eyes?"
She smiled a bit more. "Yes. Some Irish. Yours are...blue?"
He nodded. "Some English. How tall are you?"
She smirked. "You forgot that we're not supposed to tell things. I'm...Five five. If you ask me how heavy I am I'm not telling."
He nodded, a twinkle in his eye. A hundred-seventy pounds, he thought. Big curves but not big fat. Bigger than his dreams, but he couldn't deny the womanliness of her, especially her breasts, each one a double handful. He watched her take her second sip of whiskey, sip being a relative term. She was drinking.
"I'm nervous too," he said, adding, "First time for me."
She nodded, wondering if that was good or bad. She wondered how much she should tell, finally realizing that silence made her seem like a slut who'd done this lots of times. "Me too. First time. Does it seem to you like it's...to easy? Like there must be a catch? My father would say, 'The other shoe's gonna drop'."
"Too easy, that's what I was thinking," he agreed. "I mean, I post my wish and...here you are. And you're nice looking."
She smiled, a bit brighter this time. "You're not bad yourself. It worried me that you didn't post a picture, but then...I didn't either."
"Maybe it's more fun this way," he said. "It's been exciting so far."
She nodded, her eyes showing a kind of wonder, perhaps loosened already by the whiskey. He poured some more in her glass, and some in his.
"This is your wish, so...how does it go?" she asked, her eyes a bit wary again, but also excited.
He saw her cheeks pinkening from the question she'd asked, and then her whole face was pink, this fresh blush extending to her chest that showed above the low-cut of her stretchy top. Goosebumps on her arms made the fine, soft hairs on them more visible as she took another big sip of whiskey.
He wondered if he should jump right in, telling the wish that was in his mind at this very moment. He looked into her eyes and saw that she seemed to be waiting for it. "Take off your pants, and your top."
She stood still, then nervously nodded. This was it, then. The real deal. The kind of excitement she'd signed up for, even though her better judgment had told her, time and time again, to stay away from the Adults Making Wishes website. But she'd finally done it yesterday afternoon, clicked the 'Accept' button on the website, and here she was with a stranger, a man who wasn't bad looking, wasn't great looking, was just run-of-the-mill. But his blue eyes showed a twinkle of fire, or maybe it was his own nervousness that kept them unblinking.
"If you want, like, a striptease or something, I'm not that," she said. "Would it be alright if I...go in your living room for a minute, and then come back in here?"
"Oh. Sure," he said, his twinkle brightening.
She set her drink on the counter and walked away, his eyes on her body, her ass. A big ass by the old way of thinking, not a big ass today. He stood in the silence when she was gone. He sipped whiskey. He felt his heart thumping. He glanced out the window at the daylight, the neighbor kids splashing in their pool.
Barefoot, she arrived without him seeing her. She'd done it on purpose, walking so quietly, glad he didn't see her walking in her underwear.
He sensed her there when she picked up her drink, the splashing neighbor kids suddenly gone from his mind. His eyes got stuck on her body, a soft, curvy body, decorated, now, with just a black lingerie bra and matching panties.
She felt wildly exposed, her blushing face and chest so warm, her whole body so warm. This was her best lingerie bra and panties she was showing him, not fancy expensive pieces but the prettiest she could find at the Target store in her neighborhood, bought just yesterday, just two hours after she'd clicked the 'Accept' button on the Adults Making Wishes website.
She watched his eyes looking at her body. "I'm not what most men wish for."
He lifted his gaze and saw the tinge of sadness had returned to her eyes. "Maybe I'm not most men. Will you...take off your bra?"
She smirked a little. "It seems wrong that it's a question. Your wishes, remember? Just...ask them."
Inside his pants his cock began to harden. "Take off your bra."
A few nervous, exciting seconds passed before she reached behind herself, unhooked her bra, and somewhat slowly took it off. The flesh of her breasts relaxed as she did it, and it was big flesh, and the relaxing was a sag, but oh, my, what a porny, sexy sag, these the biggest, tittiest tits he'd ever seen in real life. His eyes were stuck on them.
"You...wear a bikini."
She lowered her head and looked at herself, seeing what he was seeing, sharp tan-lines delineating milky white breast flesh from the somewhat suntanned rest of her. "My friend and her husband, they have a boat. I was on it over the weekend. I only wear it there. I wouldn't wear a bikini at the beach."
"Lucky guy. Just the three of you?"
She smirked. "Yes."
"Threeways?"
"No," she smirked.
"Keep an eye on the lump in his swimsuit next time. I'll bet you'll be happily surprised."
"I'm happily surprised right now," she said, her eyes seeing the lumped pants standing before her.
"I'm not an expert," he admitted.
She furrowed her brow. "At sex? I didn't expect you to be."
"What do you like?"
Her eyes widened. "Sexually?"
He nodded. "Why did you choose me?"
She blushed. "Your wish mentioned...you've hardly ever had a blowjob. Is that true?"
"Yes. It's true. Just one girlfriend sort of liked doing it, but even then it wasn't much. I guess it's just...something I desire."
She nodded, still noticeably blushing. "I sort of...really enjoy it, giving them, but...I mean...it's few and far between as I'm getting older. Your wish mentioned...sixty-nine. I guess I'll admit...that's what got me. That's what kept me clicking on you, reading your wish page again and again, until I...well...here I am, wishing my face wasn't so red."
He smiled sweetly. He poured some more whiskey into her glass, and into his. He and she both drank some. He badly wanted to see the back of her, see what her ass looked like in her sexy panties, but didn't want to treat her like a show pony. "Your friend's husband, the one with the boat, ever catch him looking at your ass?"
"Ha!" she smiled. "Once. Yes."
