Rob takes his investigations one step further from the massage parlour days.
She welcomed me at the door. There was a discrete porch, angled from the road, away from prying eyes. The pictures on her web site weren't lying, she was absolutely, drop dead, gorgeous. This should be a very pleasant afternoon.
I had been looking to broaden my sexual horizons for a little while, reading reports, checking out web sites and so on when I came across Jen's page. There was a wealth of information in the reports, all excellent, and checking out her website got me really excited. She offered a real girl friend experience, loved what she did, and described all manor of delights.
I had been a fan of massage parlours for a long while but, since becoming single again, found the lack of actual sex frustrating. A good oily hand job is fine, in its place, but it was now time for something more: more deeply satisfying.
Lying on your back, after an erotic massage, having to make no effort at all, while a nubile, naked girl rubs oil into your cock is not an experience to be underestimated, particularly if she is cool about where your hands are allowed to wander. I had had many of these and often enjoyed the sensation of stroking firm young breasts as she brought me closer and closer to the inevitable. It's a chance to relax and, when you can take no more, just come.
But this was going to be something different, something new. Jen's website made no bones about her oral skills and that was what I was really looking for, a slow, sexy, blow job.
Average to tall, with shoulder length blond hair and a cheeky grin, she welcomed me in. The silky, red, dress she almost wore, was long enough to be decent: just, and string thin straps supported the flimsy material over her breasts. The fact that she was not wearing a bra was immediately obvious. Definitely generous of breast: good!
She led me into a downstairs bedroom, right by the front door, with its own en-suite and offered me a shower, which I declined, just having had one before I left home. The large double bed, made up with a clean, crisp, white linen sheet tightly stretched across the mattress and several well stuffed pillows, looked inviting as the stage for a sexy adventure.
We dealt with finances, established that I was here for the full one hour girl friend experience, with the emphasis on oral.
Suddenly, and quite unexpectedly, she threw her arms around my neck and kissed me full on the lips, her tongue seeking out mine. Wow, I see what they mean about girl friend experience, so I let go and joined in.
Her breasts pushing up against my chest added to the eroticism of the moment as she broke from the kiss and ran her hands down my sides to the front of my trousers while sliding to her knees. She undid my belt, took hold of my zip, lowered it with tantalising slowness, looked up into my eyes with that cheeky grin and said.
"Time for my meet and greet." She gently lifted my stiffening cock from its cotton prison and wrapped her lips around the sensitive end, sucking enthusiastically while working some magic with her tongue. My cock naturally responded in the time honoured fashion and, as she murmured her approval, it came to attention.
"How many times do you want to come?" She didn't beat about the bush this lady and so I confessed to being a one trick pony.
"And how would you like that to be? In my mouth? In my pussy? Or is there any other way you'd like? I do lots of different things, like on my tits or snowballing."
I knew I wanted to come in her mouth particularly as it had been posted as her speciality on the web, but I had to confess I didn't know what snowballing was, and I was curious.
"You come in my mouth and, when I've got it all, I give you a long sexy kiss and you get it back."
I'd often considered tasting my come while masturbating but at orgasm the desire always went away rapidly so, although I had tasted pre-come and found it rather pleasant, I had not tried the real thing. Thinking it through, just having had one of her long sexy kisses, how could I resist?
