It's Saturday, 6:00pm. They make excuses to their friends, saying that they haven't really seen each other in many years. Now that they're each married to other people, and now can just be friends, they're gonna catch up over dinner out. No one finds this too odd - after all, many times they've been here together, it's been just as friends. They leave, and head out to her car.
But instead of going out for food, they simply drive around back of the building and slip inside to his room. His roommate can probably be counted on to be gone for at least two hours, so they have time.
The room is small and cramped, but adequate for their plans. She gingerly sits on his bed, and he joins her. Eventually, he lies back, and she reclines down off to his other side.
They keep talking, idly, but the conversation takes a more suggestive edge. He stretches, putting an arm out to the right side. After a moment, she snuggles closer to him, head on his arm, hand on his chest.
Her hand starts idly stroking, first just the chest, then down in bigger circular paths to his stomach. Then she reaches lower.
First, she just strokes the upper legs, the inside of the thighs, teasing a bit, before crossing to the middle. She feels a hard bump there, and first just passes over it as it was nothing, continuing the wanderings of her hand. But before too long, she moves her hand back to the hard bump, and stays there.
Then she begins by lightly but firmly rubbing the spot, slow and steady. As time passes, though, she starts stroking in a more determined fashion, moving up and down along the clearly defined line. The bump grows harder.
She slides her hand up and begins unfastening his pants. Seeing she has difficulty, he reaches down to do it for her. She slips her hand in, under the band of his briefs, and begins to climb in.
She finds what she's looking for quickly, a soft, smooth head, connected to a turgid shaft. Not yet having complete mobility, she starts by playing with the tip. She strokes it with her fingers, grabbing lightly between her fingertips, and pulls up lightly, as though trying to gently squeeze its juice out of it. She pinches and twists, lightly but firmly, twirling her fingers around the head, curling them under the lip and catching on it as a she pulls up.
Eventually, she indicates he should remove his pants, which he does, accompanied by his undergarments. His cock springs free, standing straight up, pointing at the ceiling. He settles back down again, resting on the bed.
She reaches over and outright grabs the shaft, first just holding it firmly for a second, feeling its pulsing. Then she starts to slowly move her hand up and down, caressing the shaft, stroking its length. Before too long, her hand is sliding up even further on its way up, lightly pulling her fingers up over the tip. She knows that's quite sensitive, so she stays conscious of his reactions, judging and changing her firmness and speed accordingly.
On the downswing, her hand starts brushing over his sack, occasionally giving a gentle squeeze and stroke of the gems wrapped inside. Her hand starts moving more strongly up and down the shaft, attempting to catch extra skin on her way up, so as to rub it, and not her fingers, over the sensitive tip. Every two or three passes, she twirls her fingers around the tip, giving it a gentle tug, but not often enough for the sensitivity to be too much.
His breath becomes deeper, steadier, and she judges it's time to change tactics. She removes her hand, climbs onto her knees beside him and, reaching her left hand across his body for support, leans her face down, right hand free.
She just looks for a moment at the object of her desire, rediscovering it and reveling in the familiarity of it. She pauses only for that one second, preparing herself, giving him an extra moment of anticipation. Someone who knows what she's doing, who loves what she's doing, who wants nothing more than to feel the fullness of his cock in her mouth, is about to relieve a need he's had for years. He's glad they decided on this, if only for one time.
With her lips a fraction of an inch away, she breathes out warmly. She sticks her tongue out and lightly licks over the very tip, tasting the bit of juice that has already escaped. She licks again, still with just the tip of her tongue, but covers a slightly bigger area this time. She licks again, this time using a bit more of her tongue, so more of it is in contact with more of him. She keeps going, each time using a little bit more tongue, and covering a slightly bigger area, yet still just tasting the tip.
Her hands are supporting her, one to his side and one between his legs, as she tried to very carefully control where she goes. His cock is loose, and it keeps jumping around in excitement between licks.
The jumping around, she decides, is making things more challenging, so she uses her right hand to support the base. Not holding the shaft exactly, but keeping him steady. She continues as she has been.
It has gotten to the point that her tongue is now caressing his entire tip, so she just stays there now, and begins to lick more determinedly. She strokes the tip with her tongue, moving up from where it meets the shaft, lapping up to the top and off. She licks first one side, then the other, the top, the bottom. She comes from every direction, and he doesn't know where she'll stroke next. She begins increasing her speed as she does this, moving swifter and swifter.
She licks him, strongly, at a fast pace. Pleasure climbs, building up and up, him wanting to feel more of her mouth, more of him inside her. When it starts becoming too much, she swoops down and swallows him all, head and shaft, in her warm, wet mouth.
She holds him there, tightly, for a moment. Two. Three. Then she begins to tighten her mouth, squeezing a bit, making her mouth tighter. Then she begins to move.
