I thought Dunlap always had a sweet-tooth for me but I never really thought to do anything about it. As attractive and sassy as she seemed, she was my neighbor down the hall and I was pretty active on my own, getting laid quite regularly. And it's a bad business, hooking up with a lady who lives almost on the other side of my walls.
We were both in our early thirties and playing it fast and loose. In fact, I was able to hook up with her BFF when the three of us (Dunlap and her pal) ran into each other in the lobby of our building, waiting for the elevator. The BFF and I lasted three months, with me mesmerized by her California blonde thing, and she appreciating the size and stamina of my trusty cock. But there really was less than nothing there except for the hot sex, and we broke it off. Empty is empty and I was bored.
It wasn't a week later that a knock at my door turned out to be Dunlap, holding a joint and a bottle of wine, asking me if I had company. I didn't have company, she was wearing a very expensive long robe and I was intrigued by this visit to say the least. "Come in," I said, and as we walked toward the sofa in my living room, added, "This is a pleasant surprise."
"It has real possibilities," she said.
"Weed and wine? Sure!"
She sat on the sofa. "I have something else to share with you," she said, putting the wine on the coffee table. I got two glasses and put them next to the bottle.
"Pregnant?"
"Funny. No."
"Locked out of your place, right?" I poured some wine into each glass and sat back down.
She didn't respond. She took a deep drag on the reefer, and held it out to me. I inhaled and leaned back, exhaling and letting it take me over. "Are you ripped already?" I asked.
"Sort of. How about you?"
"One more toke and I'm good," I said, putting the blunt to my lips.
"I understand you've got a really talented cock."
All I could manage is "Holy shit!"
"You think Jeannie and I don't talk? She says she's never been so well fucked in her life."
"Well I'm happy for the recommendation! Did she put it in writing?"
She laughed. "Let's put it this way. She gave you a good reference, orally. And I mean that both ways!"
I think I actually blushed. I couldn't believe that Barb(that's Dunlap's first name) had discussed the exquisite details, oral and otherwise, of my sexual adventures with Letitia Jean Harper. But I cleared my throat, sat up straight and asked, "So you came here to get laid?"
"I came here to get seriously fucked! Indulge me and I'll indulge you back! Why else would I be dressed like this and why else would I be so wet and willing?"
As she spoke she slipped the robe off her shoulders. Her breasts were braless and much fuller than I thought they'd be, her nipples already stiff. Her fair skin was still lightly tanned from the summer. She was wearing white thigh high stockings and white mesh panties, a tiny low triangle hugging her crotch. Her slit shone through, bare and wet, the dampness of the fabric as evidence. She certainly had walked in hot and ready. I felt a rush of desire overwhelm me at the sight of her.
The length of the robe had hidden her very hot ankle boots, tan suede lace-up 1890's things with high spiked heels. Her blonde hair rolled in gentle waves down to her shoulders. It all hit me at once and it caught my breath.
Standing over me, she asked, "Is this okay? The panties are new for me. I like the way they feel."
I said nothing. I just let a long breath go. I put my hand out and cupped her crotch. I squeezed it gently but firmly and she gasped. "I like the way they look," I whispered. She sat next to me and put her hand on my sweat pants, sizing up my hardened cock. She smiled.
The weed was upon me yet, believe it or not, I was actually thinking clearly. This is too good to be true, I thought. Barbara Dunlap is not too shabby. Not an imp, not a model, not an athlete, but a woman, inviting and highly fuckable! Wide hips. Excellent, narrow back. Luscious ass. There is a serious downside here, I thought. This will be easy to start but maybe really tough to stop. Yet I'm stoned at the moment and fucking this potentially hot woman would be far better than having M&M's and cold milk.
New pussy was laying itself before me.
She lowered herself to the sofa next to me and leaned back, throwing her arms back over her head. Her hair splayed out over the cushions. Her breasts held their beckoning fullness. I slid my hand from her crotch to between her thighs, my cock throbbing with delight as I grasped their firmness. With my free hand I cupped and pressed against a tit. It felt glorious in my palm.
She opened her legs for me. I again caressed her pussy and then looked at her mouth. In a low whisper, I asked, "Where shall I kiss first?"
Straight in my eyes, a low whisper back: "Where my cunt is."