My ex had been, and still is, fantastic in bed. The reason she's an ex now is that she was a promiscuous, insatiable slut. When I came home to find her in bed with our next door neighbor, I decided to call it quits. Oh no it wasn't Bob Karey she was with, it was Sharon Karey. I had always suspected that she preferred women. So the outcome was that she and Sharon moved in with each other and Bob took off for parts unknown.
It's not to say we weren't still friends, Barbra and I, but living together was out of the question anymore. The only good thing about what we had was the sex.
She, and sometimes Sharon, would stop over every couple of weeks just so she could get fucked. I guess she liked to switch once in a while so she could have a mans cock up in her tight cunt instead of a women using a dildo on her. And quite frankly she loved to suck cock so it worked out well for me too.
There wasn't any agreement, it was just that she claimed that no other man knew how to satisfy her and I did. I think it was just because she didn't want to go out hunting, and we were good together.
She would generally call me on my cell about five on a Friday evening and ask if she could stop by, usually around ten. Then I'd play my game of "get even," by telling her I had a date, or that something had come up and I couldn't make it.
That would drive her crazy and she sometimes actually would break out in tears. Her need to be fucked was something she couldn't do without and I was her pacifier, if you want to call it that.
Often she'd call during the week and ask for phone sex. You know, she'd have me describe what we used to do together and she'd masturbate while I'd reminisced.
I have to admit that I would join in and jerk off too if I felt the need, and she'd listen to the sounds of my hand going up and down my well oiled cock and I'd have to listen to her moans as she began panting and squealing aloud that she was cumming.
When I suggested she find some other guy to service her, she claimed that I was larger than the other guys she had tried and probably, a bit thicker than average. She also seemed to like the fact that I'm cut and claimed that she liked the additional friction as I penetrated her.
So you see, I wasn't exactly starved for sex and that explains most of what happened last week.
I had just dropped of some manuscripts with my publisher and was going down in the elevator. On the way down a young girl got on and had tears in her eyes. She came on at the third floor and that's where the modeling agencies have offices. She was beautiful well beyond average, and I sort of felt sorry for her. I don't know really why, but I handed her my handkerchief and she blotted her eyes.
Those eyes were this blue green that always made me melt and her body was lithe and supple. I astonished my self by asking her out for a drink and I was further surprised when she looked up at me and said, "sure, I'd like that."
I thought she might hesitate when I asked her if she wanted to follow me in her car or ride in mine. She smiled and explained she had come on a bus and wouldn't mind riding with me. Most girls don't agree to get in a strangers car after just meeting a them in an elevator five minutes earlier.
I took her to a quiet lounge I frequent. It was located just about three blocks away so I drove there. Arriving we went in. Taking a seat in a booth we both ordered Stingers. She appeared to be about nineteen or twenty and had that sort of face that's always childlike and so innocent. Her honey blonde hair was shoulder length and fashioned so it sort of curved in to frame her face.
I finally got up the courage to ask why she was so upset. Her lower lip quivered as she pushed a portfolio across the table, before explaining.
"I'm a secretary in a company near here, but the pay isn't very good and it's difficult to make ends meet. I was hoping to get a modeling job. That's my portfolio. They want me to include some nude poses and they said that they'd consider me if I add some. I never did a nude photo session. I cant afford to go to a studio and have those kinds of pictures taken."
I opened the folder and thumbed thru the pictures. The most revealing photos were in a bikini and she was truly beautiful. Flawless skin and perfect in every way. Her stats were impressive too. 5'5", 34B, 25, 36. I looked up at her again.
Breaking the silence I began. "Look I could loan you enough to get some pictures taken. How much would it take?"
She looked into my eyes and asked. "How could you? I mean what if I couldn't pay you back. No that's not a good Idea, but thanks."
She looked so woefully sad that I started to push the issue.
"Do you have an agent? I mean someone who might be able to help?"
Tilting her head slightly down she murmured. "No I thought I could do this myself."
That broke my heart. I ordered another round and somewhere between the drinks and seeing how depressed she was, I offered the loan again but told her she wouldn't have to repay it. She smiled up at me again, but still refused.
At that point she began asking more personal questions about me and during that conversation I told her about my failed marriage and what I had found my wife doing behind my back. I even told her about my ex's visits just to be satisfied on occasion, and that she sometimes brought her girlfriend along.
Our next stop was to this little Italian restaurant to have dinner. More drinks and light conversation over a lobster dinner and she seemed to perk up.
A pianist had begun playing background music and the songs were sort of those slow tunes that people slow dance to, so I asked her if she wanted to dance. At first she told me she wasn't a good dancer, but finally gave in and got up. I took her to an intimate corner and we began dancing.
Ever notice that when a couple dances two things happen? Another couple got up and now the pianist began playing all dance music.
I looked down at her as she snuggled close to my chest and I asked..."Care to give me your name? On the folio it said you were Cherie but is that your real name?"
"Unh hunh she mumbled, it's real. Cheryl really, but I like Cherie, it sounds sort of sexy. What's yours?"
"Brad," I answered. "And that's real too. I guess it's short for Bradley."
She giggled and snuggled even closer. She looked up and whispered, "I like that, it's sort of a sexy name too."
Her hand slid from my shoulder across my back and moved up to the nape of my neck. She pressed her firm breasts a bit harder against my chest and letting my hand go, reached behind her and took my hand pushing it slightly down so it rested a bit below the hollow of her back. Almost on her ass. Then again she took my free hand.
She was melting into me. Her body moved still closer and every so often she shifted her body slightly so her pussy would press against the front of my thigh. When the pianist took a break we gathered her folio and went to the bar.
Two more rounds and she was slurring slightly and I thought I'd better get her home. She was becoming rather affectionate and being considerably older than she was, I was uncomfortable. People were beginning to watch us.
In the car she cuddled close to my side and her left hand rested on my thigh. I held still and tried not to notice, but my cock would have none of that, and began to respond. She knew it.
She gave directions and I tried to concentrate, but we missed one turn because she was now squeezing my cock thru my slacks.
Almost humming she looked up at my face and in a velvety low voice murmured. "Your getting big Brad. Do I excite you? Do you like me to hold you like this? Would you like to have me............ You know, suck you off?"
It was getting out of hand and I just murmured, "Some other time. Right now lets just get you home, Ok?"
That didn't stop her and before I knew it she had my erect cock out and in her warm hand.
"My god Brad. Oh my god your huge. I can't believe it."
I had to stop her. "Look Cherie. Some other time. If you keep playing like that we're going to have an accident. I think we've had a bit too much to drink. Lets just behave ourselves. OK?"
She giggled. "Just a little kiss, ok. Right on its head."
And before I could answer she had the head of my cock in her mouth and gave it a loud slurpy suck.
That was just as I was pulling up to her place and I managed to get her under control. I practically had to carry her in and I held on to her as I unlocked the front door. Inside she tugged me down the hallway to her bedroom and sat down on the bed. Leaning back she whispered. Undresh me. I wanna suck you. Undresh me and let me suck it. Please?"
I was willing to help her undress but she was too looped to even know what was going on and that's not the way things work, at least with me. I shouldn't have let her drink so much and felt sort of protective of her and could never let anything happen.
I helped her out of her blouse and skirt. She didn't wear a bra. She didn't need one. She had on white panties and I intended to leave them on and just cover her but she insisted on taking them off too.
I stood there gawking. Her body was flawless. No tattoos or even a freckle or blemish. Nothing but perfection. Even her cunt was perfect. Everything firm and tight. It was nestled within a very fine peach fuzzy patch. Almost juvenile in its perfection.......I hesitated for a moment. I could so easily take her but I couldn't do it. I covered her and quietly left.
When I got home I found her folio on the back seat of the car. I'd have to return it tomorrow. Going inside I found Barbara in my bed. I was pissed and asked why she hadn't called before coming over.
"Your phone was off. You turned your phone off and I needed that cock of yours sooooo bad Brad." Then she looked down. "Your fly is open. Your feeling horny too. I can tell. You're all ready for me."
