I was leaning against the wall, looking out the window of my flat when I heard the doorbell ring. I stood there a moment longer looking at my reflection in the window. I was wearing a white long sleeve dress shirt and black pants. I still had my shoulder holster on as well as my tie.
I turned and looked at the door when the bell rang again. I sat my drink on the table beside my chair and strode to the door and opened it. Wendy stood there and smiled. "Evening," she said, cheerily.
"Come in," I said, my voice gravelly from the alcohol.
She walked past me and looked around. "I like what you've done with the place," she said, sarcastically. The place was sparsely furnished and screamed bachelor.
As I walked past her she handed me a binder that she had taken out of her small bag. "Your nutrition and workout plan." I took the binder from her and walked into the room.
"Thank you."
I dropped the binder on the coffee table. I pointed down at the bottle of liquor sitting on the coffee table. "Can I get you a drink?" I asked. I sat down in the chair that faced her.
"No, thanks. I'm not staying," she responded.
"That's a shame," I said, looking at her over the top of my drink.
She studied me. The first time we had met was almost a year ago now. "I talked to Tommy the other day," she said, still standing in front of me in the middle of the room. "He asked me about it."
I looked at her, a little confused. "About what...exactly?"
She gave me a look that said she wasn't interested in playing games, but decided to humor me this time. "About you cutting all ties with him. He thinks you did it because you are embarrassed by him."
"And what do you think?"
"I think you did it because you are trying to protect him."
I gave her a half smile, letting her know she was right. "Are you sure you don't want a drink?" I asked.
"I'm your personal trainer, and you want me to drink alcohol?" she asked, clearly messing with me.
"Oh, of course not. Would you like me to fix you a green juice?"
"Don't be an asshole. Since I'm here maybe we should at least get a workout in. But, I need to grab a shower first," she said, turning and walking towards the bathroom.
I finished my drink and walked into the bathroom. By the time I had undressed, Wendy was stepping out of the shower. I looked over her naked, glistening body. "Behave yourself," she said. I slipped past her and stepped into the shower. After I had finished showering, I dressed in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt.
I walked into the kitchen, Wendy was sitting on the counter, drinking a glass of wine. I smiled at her, she flipped me off, which made me laugh. Her dirty blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail, my favorite way for her to wear her hair.
She was wearing a large shirt, and I couldn't tell what else. Her toenails were painted a bright red. Her tan skin looked marvelous, her fit legs dangled over the edge of the counter. I was in lust with her lithe frame. I walked over to her, her legs widened, giving me enough room to fit in between them.
I placed my hands on each side of her on the counter. Our faces were inches apart. "So, what's on the docket today?" I asked.
She looked me straight in the eye and with a straight face said, "I think we're going to work on our cardio, tonight."
I smiled, knowing exactly what she meant. "Does that mean I have to run blocks around the building?" I teased.
Her legs wrapped around my waist, like a boa constrictor. "I don't think that will be necessary."
I raised my eyebrows in mock surprise. "Well, then what did you have in mind?"
She made a show of thinking about it. "I'm sure I'll think of something."
I watched her finish off her wine. She sat the glass a few feet away. "You know what I was thinking about today?" she asked.
I knew it was rhetorical, so I looked at her and waited for her to continue. "Your cock. Your head, and the way it feels in my mouth. I love the way it feels sliding across my tongue. Fuck, it made me so wet thinking about it I had to go into the bathroom and take care of myself," she said.
I could feel myself stiffen in my shorts. She continued, "I kept thinking about the time I swallowed your cock down my throat and you came. I loved the feel of your balls on my chin as they pumped their load down my throat."
I tried to move back a little to keep myself from pressing into the counter, she giggled. "What's wrong?" she asked, playfully. She snaked her hand down between us and grabbed my erection through my shorts. "So hard. Did I cause that? Maybe I should take care of it for you."
She unwrapped her legs from around my waist and pushed against my chest, pushing me back slightly. She lowered herself from the counter and knelt down in front of me. She pulled at the bottom of my shorts until they slid down and hit the floor.
I peeled my shirt off while she wrapped her hand around the shaft and looked at it, gave it a quick lick, and pulled back to look at it some more. It was driving me crazy. "Don't tease me," I said. She looked up at me with an innocent look.
"Be a good little girl and suck it," I said. She smiled, not so innocently and wrapped her lips around me, moving back and forth a few times before moving back and spitting on it, she pumped her hand a few times to spread the saliva around and took me back in her mouth.
I knew I was getting close to the back of her throat. "Keep going, you know you want to feel it in your throat," I said. Her hands tightened on my hips as she pulled herself closer. I felt the head touch the back of her throat. She tried to push, but pulled back quickly, coughing. Her eyes were watering.
She quickly took me back in her mouth and wasted no time getting me back in the same spot before I finally slipped down her throat. I nearly came right then. She moved back a few inches and repeated the process several times until I knew I wasn't going to last much longer. "Fuck, you're going to make me come," I told her.
She moved back and looked over her shoulder, she reached back and grabbed the empty wine glass. She looked up at me and smiled. "Come for me. I want you to shoot your load into the glass."
Before I could say anything she wrapped her left hand around me and stroked me while wrapping her lips around the head and sucking hard. I could feel myself inching closer. She increased the speed of her stroking. "I'm going to come," I said.
She continued to stroke with her left. She brought the glass up in time for me to send the contents from my balls into the wine glass with moderate force. She kept milking me until she got every last drop out of me and into the glass.
She held it up and looked at it, it maybe filled up half an inch on the bottom of the glass. I watched her as she swirled it around the glass, and brought it up to her lips and drank it in one gulp. "Now that I had my protein, I'm ready for my workout," she said with a smile.
Wendy stood up and rinsed out the glass. I watched her dry it and walk over to the cupboard to put it away. She stood on her tiptoes, and reached up, her shirt rose up, to just show that she was wearing a thong.
'She's pure evil.'
I thought. She knows it drives me crazy when she wears a thong.
She got the glass put away and turned around, I was right there waiting for her, she jumped slightly. "You look a little warm," I said, grabbing the bottom of her shirt and lifting it up and over her head. When the shirt was free from her, she flashed her fantastic smile. I looked down and drank in the sight of her body.
Her beautifully tanned skin, and athletic build was enough to make any guy hard. Some guys may wish her breasts were bigger, but I like them the way they are. Sure, they're smaller. A B cup, but it doesn't matter, they fit her body well, and her nipples are fantastic. I could lick, suck and nibble on them for hours.
"Your cum was so creamy," she said. I looked in her blue eyes, and tried to will myself to get hard again. I rand my hands over her firm ass, and squeezed.
"You're wearing a thong."
She batted her eyes, and answered playfully, "Am I?"
I shook my head slightly in mock disappointment, and sighed for good measure. "You may need a spanking."
She practically purred, "Mmm, don't tease me."
I leaned down and kissed her quickly, before pulling back. I could taste myself on her tongue. "Did you notice?" she asked. I turned my head in a questioning manner. "I shaved my pretty little pussy for you. She's so silky smooth. Your tongue will glide right over her," I could feel my cock stirring to life.
"Your nipples are begging to be worshipped," I said.