Big Box Store Reunion Challenge

My mind is screaming to tell someone what recently happened to me. I'm married and simply can't afford to tell anyone I know so here I am to tell you. Promise not to tell my wife?

About 10 years ago I was a Manager on a project with several sub-contractors. One particular sub-contractor had a female project manager whose name isn't important and a female Operations Manager named Michael. Ya, I know sounds like a guy, but he was a she.

The PM was a dyed in the wool not one to deny it butch lesbian and rumor had it Michael was her partner. The exact nature of their relationship was a discreet topic of conversation amongst the employees and management alike. People had seen them together a number of times in places unlikely for a simply friendship, late suppers, movies, trips to Las Vegas, etc.

There are women in the world you run across from time to time oozing the right pheromones and have the looks which not only appeal to you but has you lusting after them. For me, Michael was one of these women. From the day I met her and during every interaction with her, I was attracted to her.

Michael is petite, and petite on the petite side. She is 45, 4 ft 11 in, 100 lbs, black hair which is almost a boy cut, a really nice figure, small breasts, sparkling blue eyes, and a seriousness which made a lot of people dislike her. She and I got along famously and talked quite a bit. Over time I learned she had three children only 1 of which was still at home, was divorced, and it was gossip that she had turned a new sexual leaf over after her divorce 10 years ago... blah blah blah. You don't really care.

Anyway... to catch up. The contract ended and I moved to a different contract with the same company. Unfortunately, and I was really surprised, when Michael wound up not being on the new contract and was out of a job. I would later learn this was a disaster for her.

The last time I saw Michael was the day the contract ended I said good-bye to everyone and out the door I went. I later learned she hadn't been able to find a job and was in really dire straits. I felt for her but didn't give it much thought. Over the next four years I wondered from time to time what had become of her... I found out a few weeks ago.

I was shopping at a local big box store and lo and behold who is my cashier than Michael. We recognized each other immediately, gave each other a big hug, and talked briefly while checking out.

I asked her when her break was. She replied it was on the half hour which was only 5 minutes so I told her I'd wait so we could chat and catch up.

Her break came and we sat talking at a picnic table the store had out front. The loss of her very well paying job had been really hard on her. She'd just barely survived by taking the cashiers job. We talked like old friends and it was clear, at least to me, that there was a mutual fondness.

It came to the end of her break and I said, "We should get together sometime for lunch or something." She agreed, we exchanged phone numbers, and I walked to my truck with half a hard on. She was the same old Michael, like female catnip to me.

Over the next few weeks we had lunch three times and what happened on two of them was simple yacking, laughing, friendship kind of stuff. The third lunch ended in an entirely different manner.

Her relationships had never come up before but there was a quiet moment and I asked, "so, hows your love life? Gotta a nice guy to keep you smiling?"

She glanced at me but didn't immediately reply. She got this quizzical puppy look and said, "I thought you knew."

"Ah, there it is", I thought but said as innocently as possible, "Knew what?"

"I don't do guys anymore" she said quietly but matter of factly.

I let my eyes pop open a bit and said, "ohhhh... you have three kids so I thought... sorry, never mind. Well, thank God I'm not just any guy" and winked.

"Oh God, don't be sorry" she laughed and said, "I know I'm not."

I took the opportunity and said musing, "Ya, they make pretty realistic toys now, soft, warm, ribbed. But, so... Women just do it better huh? wink, wink, nudge, nudge... say no more" I offered and winked repeatedly at her.

Michael got this innocent look on her face and said, "What 'IT' are you referring to."

"Ah come on.. you know carpet munching, tongue taco tag, nub nibbling"

She almost spit her soda out and laughed. A few tables over a guy looked at us... I shot him a huge toothy smile.

I leaned in put on a really serious face and whispered, "Or was it penises?" I started nodding, "Ya, it was the penis wasn't it? Too big? Too small? Too long? Not long enough? Unfulfilling?"

She was laughing hysterically and kicked me under the table, "stop it, stop it"

"HEY!" I said, I leaned back to look at my crotch, then leaned close to her and said, "Watch it my little lesbian, there's a penis under there and although you may not be partial to them, I'm rather, shall we say, attached to mine."

She sat giggling, there was a quiet moment, then I mused again, "well to bad you didn't meet me you'd never have gone girl. I would have set your thighs quivering and toes curling in such pleasure girls would be the last thing you think of. And I'm not talking cock young lady, or girl, or butch... But alas, you'll never get to know the pleasure of Senior Wiggles." I said and playfully wiggled my tongue at her.

Michael leaned back and said, "really... you're that impressed with your talent are you?"

I smiled, "Not only talented, I'm supremely modest about how great I am at it." She shook her head at the contradiction and kicked me again.

I took a drink and let it all sink in. Michael sat back sucking on her Dr. Pepper looking at me. I sat with a cheeky smile waiting for her to say something.

"Ok, time to get back to work" she said. I picked up the trays and dumped them. Walking back to the table I saw her writing on the receipt and giggling to herself. I drove her back to the store. Just as she got out of the car she handed me a slip of paper, patted my leg and said, "see ya later, maybe."

The door closed and I looked at the piece of paper. It was the receipt from the diner. The note read, "Do or dare, tonight, 6 pm" and included an address.

"HOLY SHIT" I said out loud. I got that nervousness bordering on fear which one gets when suddenly actually facing a situation they have fantasized about, almost shaking.

I watched her walk back in to the store, she never looked back. Her ass brought me back to reality and I though, "I might have my tongue in that tonight."

On the drive home I resolved to go, I came up with some place to go because that night just happened to be my wife's riding sessions at the park. Those took hours and never really interested me anyway.

So, I showered and got cleaned up, hopped in the car and off I went.

A knock on the door and it opened to Michael standing there with a Seagram's Ice in her hand. She handed it to me, "well hello there stranger" followed by an hug. She turned and invited me in adding, " I hope you brought Mr. Wiggles along."

I still had an idea it might be a setup or tease but replied, "Yup, he's here... or maybe he's really a she, which would explain her affinity for women."

"I'm glad you said, women... and not girls. I most definitely am not a girl."

I looked at her ass wiggling along in front of me and a thought flashed through my mind, "thank God for that. Adult experience is far better than youthful amateurish enthusiasm." Michael was wearing a t-shirt and jeans and was barefoot. There was just enough of a wet sheen on her hair to tell she'd gotten out of the shower recently. Damn she smelled great.

Her apartment was spotless and very nicely decorated. She sat down on a big comfy chair and I plopped down on the couch. We talked for what seemed like hours but when I looked at the clock it had been only 45 minutes. The conversation was a nervous one. We were both tongue tied at times (no pun intended).

I noted that I was still nursing my first bottle of Ice but Michael had 5 empty ones in front of her and she was sucking down a sixth.

I took advantage of a lull in the conversation, leaned back and asked, "so... Michael... what exactly did you have in mind tonight? You sounded interested in the talented Mr. Wiggles. But I'm a bit hesitant. What if I turn you back to guys? What will (i mentioned her old boss) think?"

"Fuck" Michael spit out, "I haven't seen her in years. She's the one who lost my job for me." Michael then talked about what had happened. It was all news to me and interesting, but not what I wanted to hear. She ended with, "Bitch" took a drink and looked at me with half closed eyes, "Mr. Wiggles better be better than she was at it or I'll punch you in your dick."

I laughed out loud and took a drink.

Michael looked at me for a moment, I winked at her. Then she stood up and said, "I gotta pee", turned and walked unsteadily down the hall.

She was gone for awhile and I almost went to find her but when she appeared she was wearing a long silk Chinese motifed robe and carried a silk scarf.

She stood behind her chair, took a long drink and said, "There are a few rules. First, No touching, you're here to prove Mr. Wiggles has it, not to get laid. Second, You're not getting fucked. I'm wayyy past that. Get it?"

I nodded rapidly

"Third, your hands are behind your back. Fourth, you're blindfolded the entire time. You agree?" she added.

"I agree, but please forgive my dick if he has his own vote in this."

"Your dick will never leave your pants, understood?" she said.

"Understood, I have one condition of my own"

"OH?" She said, "I'm offering you this (as she gestured to he self) and you have a condition?"

"Just one, when I'm busy down there, no matter how much you want to, no matter how long I may take, you will not touch my head or direct my tongue. I will decide the when and where."

She nodded and gestured, "come her."

I stood up and stepped to her. She tied the silk belt around my head covering my eyes. "No peeking" she said again. She checked the blindfold.

"Kneel down right where you are", I knelt. There was some movement and I heard her move the chair she had been sitting in. The air moved around me so I felt she was really close.

There was silence... she said my name and asked "ready for this?"

I nodded, "the question is are you ready for this?"

Without another word I felt her bare right foot slide up my arm and her ankle settled on my left shoulder.

I turned my head to the left and gently kissed her ankle and then licked it. She tasted wonderful, my cock was immediately responding.

The position she was in communicated what was expected of me so I began kissing and licking my way up her calf. I paused and licked the inside of her knee and felt her shiver and heard her softly whisper, "nice."

Her leg transitioned to the smooth softness of her thigh. I continued slowly moving up kissing and licking my way. I love to tease when I'm going down on a woman and Michael was no exception. I sensed where her pussy was so I moved up to the top of her thigh and trailed a long lick up onto her mound.

My tongue found hair so I took some between my lips and pulled. Her pubic hair wasn't long so I knew some form of landscaping had been performed.

I felt Michael move her legs up onto the arms of the chair and a sent wafted to my nose. It was the sent of strawberries.

"God, you smell great, " I said.

I continued my teasing kissing and licking to her left thigh and moved to her knee. I did this several times, left and right legs always avoiding any direct contact with her pussy and moving very slowly.

The tease had always been the hook. Most men dive in and slash away with their tongue, too much too fast. All that action is distracting and frankly annoying to most women instead of being pleasurable. I loved to savor the moment and drink in a woman's smells.

Michael had been silent but her breathing was slower than before. As I crossed above her pussy this time I felt her hips lift and tilt a bit angling her pussy up.

"Ah" I thought and let my tongue drift to the inside of her right thigh, right next to her pussy but in that soft flesh next to it. I pushed at it with my tongue and firmly licked followed by a kiss.

She likely expected me to move to her pussy but I swiveled my head and performed the same nuzzling on the inside of her left thigh. Her juices were flowing enough that her smells were becoming a bit more pungent now. That delicious muskiness of aroused pussy.

She had a freshly trimmed bush. My tongue told me she didn't shave all her pussy. The edges were shaved but around her lips was closely shorn hair. It felt like a 2 inch strip from her vagina to about 2 inches above her clit.

I moved myself down a tad and licked between her pussy and asshole. She jerked a bit but quickly relaxed. This was done because I couldn't see and wanted to know how wet she really was. Sitting in the chair would be causing her juices to trickle down.

Sure enough she was already wet there. I swirled my tongue around the juices and then found the bottom of her slit with the tip of my tongue. Slowly my tongue slid up between her lips, I gave a little flick just before I would have touched her clit and pulled my tongue away, then settled on her belly again... kissing and licking.

I performed the same move from taint to belly several times. Each time I get a better sense of what her pussy was like. Her outer labia were full and they folded under my tongue, her hips would move a bit more rotating up as I moved up. Almost willing her clit to find my tongue.

I relented and on my next upward move I let my tongue slip just over the top of the hood but didn't pay any particular attention to the clit itself.

Michael shuddered and uttered a nearly in audible, "uh" when I touched it and I felt her right hand brush my head.

I lifted my mouth from her and said, "no touching."

"Ya, uh huh" I heard in reply.

This time sliding up her slit would be different. I opened my mouth and settled it over her vagina and sucked gently on her outer lips as I pulled my head away. They slipped from my lips and I repeated this over and over again.

My aim was to stimulate her clit but not actually touch it. I sensed I had been teasing her for about 20 minutes. Michael's breathing was deep, her thighs would jerk when I touched something sensitive, and her lips were noticeably puffier as they swelled under my tongue, and her taint was slick with her own juices. Her disappointment each time I overlooked her clit was palpable.

It was finally time. On the next trip up her pussy the tip of my tongue drove into the hood and circled her clit for the first time. Michael's hips quickly tilted upward and I heard her an almost inaudible, "oh ya."

She had been very quiet the entire time.

With no further ado, I opened my mouth and settled it over her pussy as my tongue went to work on her clit. Various moves produced differing results and it seemed she preferred having her clit sucked gently rather than thrashed into submission.

Her response was greatest when I had my mouth open but firmly over her pussy. I sucked just a little as my tongue swirled around her hood. It seemed direct contact was a bit too much. This is not unusual at all with women.

I felt her hands were on her thighs and I began to suck a little more. I placed my tongue flat against her clit and shook my head left and right.

Her response told me I'd found her weakness.

"Ah, ya, ya... right there" I heard and felt her thighs tighten and hips jerk upward. Then I kissed her clit and pulled my head away.

It took a few moments but I heard a, "GOD DAMN IT, I was so close."

I smiled to myself and went back to alternate kissing her inner thigh. Several minutes of this and I returned to her clit with my tongue again flat and shaking.

And again I stopped when I thought she was just getting ready to cum. I repeated this again but this time just when I was getting ready to pull my head away she grabbed my head firmly and pulled my into her pussy.

I didn't mind, she was primed and ready to explode. The flat of my tongue was firmly sliding her clit around and I raised my right hand so it was palm up and just below my jaw. My index finger tip touched her pussy and slipped slipped a bit until it found the entrance to her pussy.

Michael didn't react to my finger but was busy grinding my face into her pussy. This was accompanied by complete silence from her but her breathing sounded like she was about to explode.

Under my tongue I felt her clit jerk inward. Taking the cue, I pushed my index finger deep into her pussy and began to wiggle it up and down rapidly. She was really tight and every contraction and spasm was grasping my finger.

I don't know of the G-spot exists or not but nearly all women enjoy this stimulation. Just inside the vagina, about where the pad of your index finger will naturally touch the roof of the vagina... and keep wiggling up and down against the roof. Suddenly she grabbed my hair with both hands and...

Michael exploded... in complete silence. She held her breath, lifted her ass off the chair as her pussy spasmed and grabbed at my finger. She didn't spurt or gush as you hear so much about. She did get noticeably wetter as her hips rotated around my tongue. As she came off the peak I stopped my finger moving but didn't remove it.

I felt her clit moving under my tongue and her hands released my hair. Still silence... I pulled my tongue off her clit for a few minutes and then very gently put my tongue back on her clit and started the gentle rubbing. Her clit had enlarged and I could have easily sucked on it just like a little cock but I kept up the gentle pressure knowing this was only round 1.

It must have been 5 minutes and she was headed up the peak again. This time she grabbed her thighs and pushed them against my head as her clit sucked inward again... I had to fight her tightness but slipped a second finger inside her and and began the same upward jerking.

Again Michael spasmed and clenched my fingers. I pulled my fingers out and slid my mouth over her vagina. She was very wet but again, not gushing. I licked and sucked on her lips as her thighs finally relaxed and fell open again.

This was all too much for me. I needed a release myself and had pulled out my cock and was stroking it with her juices from my fingers.

Michael must have noticed this because she I suddenly pushed back on my shoulders and said, "your turn, lay back."

My mind screamed, "YES!" and I fell backwards onto the sheepskin and put my hands on my belly, my pants unbuckled and at my knees, remember I'm still blindfolded. Michael forced my knees apart, knelt between them, and began jacking me off. My cock needed a more lube so she bent over me and I felt her spit on to the head.

My cock isn't anything amazing, it's about as average as you get. It's not going to split a woman wide open or give me back problems.

She stroked for a few moments and I heard, "you have a pretty cock, as cocks go" and she began to fondle my balls with her left hand. "My husband wasn't circumsized, I like this. Clean and slick."

I felt her move a little and her knees went across my thighs. So her pussy must have been just above my balls. In retrospect I think she may have considered mounting me but didn't. Why else would she want her pussy closer?

'I'm gonna cum" I said in warning Michael kept stroking and concentrated on rolling over the head. I started to cum. It wasn't an explosion hitting the ceiling (this is real life vice fantasy) and she spread it over my cock, squeezing and slipping her hand up over the head over and over again. God she was good at that. My balls twitched each time she did that.