Her name was Nadya. We got to know another at a club. We had a mutual friend, who had introduced us a couple of weeks ago somewhere.
I casually started the conversation, and we hit it off right away. We sat down and were talking, but I felt really tense. It had been a long week at work and she could tell I wasn't completely calm and collected.
She suggested we go for a walk, I accepted. She grabbed her coat and purse, and I got my jacket and I checked her out while she wasn't looking to make sure I wasn't dreaming.
Here, talking to me was the most incredible woman in the club. She was wearing a short black skirt that let her perfectly round ass work its magic and a tight red shirt that showed her perfectly toned body and allowed her full, voluptuous breasts to be admired by all. Nadya was probably about 5'9", with beautiful long legs and a cute face to die for.
We walked and talked (and made out a little), and it turned out we had a mutual interest in (of all things), foreign money.
Nadya said she had a diverse collection, and asked if I wanted to see it. I said that I would sometime, and she asked, with a slight hint of shyness in her voice, "How about now?"
I agreed and I hailed a taxi, we both got into the back. Both of us new what going back to her house meant. But, as we talked, we both pretended I was just going to see her money.
I was still pretty tense, and she could tell. After a couple of blocks, Nadya pushed me against the door of the taxi and reached for my belt buckle.
"What are you doing?" I asked, partially alarmed.
She looked deep into my eyes and answered, "Helping you relax."
I was worried. Was she drunk? Was she some swindler who would take my wallet and run?
Well, I would have to be on my guard, and at least I could get a blowjob out of it.
She unbuckled my belt, pulled up my tucked-in shirt, and undid my button and zipper. My eight and a half inches sprang to life through the hole in my boxer shorts. I glanced at the taxi driver in front-- he was oblivious to us.
Nadya wrapped her full, gorgeous lips around just the head of my cock and slowly slid down as far as she could on the shaft. I let out a long sigh as I relaxed in anticipation for what was to come. She ran her soft lips up and down my shaft sucking on it like a Popsicle, while she circled her tongue around and made little patterns on my dick with it.
She had one hand on my stomach and one grasping my hand on top of the seat.
Every once in a while, she would look up into my eyes, and just seeing the look of sheer enjoyment and ecstasy on her face almost sent me over the edge.
I had a feeling this girl was the real deal, not some whore or swindler-- she was just attracted to me and needed sex from me tonight.
Soon, I could feel my orgasm coming, and she could tell, too. She wrapped her lips tighter around me but started moving a little slower. She moved up and down my cock, deepthroating it as far as she could go, until I could finally take it no more. As I began to shoot my load into her mouth, she let out a little yelp and I was worried that she would be upset. Then I realized she was just excited, as she began to moan softly as my giz slid through her mouth and down her throat.