Some people may say Indiana is boring, but this was one particular weekend that was far from it.
As promised, I had originally gone there to hook up with a guy I had hung out with in Memphis only the week before, and flirted with both on the phone and online prior to that.
I won't mention his name here, out of discretion and his privacy, but the Sunday in Fort Wayne was certainly hotter than the previous weekend in Memphis.
Not that I am complaining about Memphis, though; he and I did have one hot make out session in his rental car later that night after we found a remote spot, followed by me going down on him.
His zipper was down in a split second, and I had pulled his cock out.
Wow, let's just say that it was all him, not some fake illusion guys tend to create by stuffing their shorts, tights, jeans, etc., with a gym sock or other foolish thing to make women think their cocks were bigger than they actually were.
He had to be a good eight or nine inches, and he was already hard from our make out session.
He leaned back against the head rest and sighed while my tongue flicked around the base as I pushed the rest of his cock to the back of my throat.
I slowly pulled my mouth back, all the way to the tip, circling the smooth skin that was there, then flattened down the front, before pulling all the way off.
Lifting his shaft, I then sucked one of his balls while my hand stroked his cock.
I licked the tip a little, before rubbing it between my tits for awhile, and then when he had enough of that, I suctioned his cock back deep into my throat and he began fucking my face.
He had let out a low guttural sound. My hand was back on his shaft working in unison with my mouth with a steady rhythm as I could feel him getting close.
He was going to cum at any moment, and I couldn't wait to taste the semen I knew he would squirt in my mouth.
I pulled his hardness all the way into my mouth, and was rewarded with a huge stream of cum shooting into my mouth and down my throat.
He then panted softly, and thanked me for getting him off; he'd been pretty horny all weekend and that I really knew how to give a great blow job.
When he found out I lived in Indiana, he said he would be in Fort Wayne on the 23rd. Would I like to get together again?
I had to be nuts to say no! I said it was a date.
I knew I would get another chance to suck that beautiful cock again, but at the same time, I found myself wanting to go even further than a make out session and blow job in a car.
And wow, would I!
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Finding accommodations in Fort Wayne wouldn't be a problem. Not only did I have a few business associates up there, I also had gotten the house there as part of my recent divorce settlement.
Of course, he was staying in a hotel somewhere; I forget which one now.
He'd already called me and arranged for us to hook up after he'd done some routine stuff after his show and was going to grab a quick dinner with his buddies.
I gave him the address to the house and directions, and he said he'd be over afterwards.
I went to the show, dressed sexy (but not slutty) in a top (without bothering with a bra) with a neckline that would show off my breasts to the max, a black short skirt, thong, and heels.
Not exactly the type of outfit most would wear to this kind of event, but I didn't care.
I got front row tickets from a broker, amazed at my luck, and of course, he had seen me right away when he came out, winking and giving me a smile.
