I met her at the pool. She didn't live in the building, but was over often to visit several friends who did. She had about 10 years on me (I was 34 at the time), but looked really good in a bikini. She had a tight ass, firm B-cup breasts, and a flat tummy. Light brown hair and blue-grey eyes. We talked quite a bit, shared cigarettes and the occasional joint while baking in the sun listening to music or playing in the pool. More than a little bit of flirting went on.
As time went by and we talked more, it turned out we shared the same last name. Even stranger, she had a younger brother who shared my first name. He was a gay real estate agent in the same part of town, and I got a few phone calls from people looking for him and getting me instead. Weird.
We saw each other quite a bit at the pool over the late spring/early summer, and she came up to my apartment a number of times as we collaborated on cooking on the grill poolside. She worked at a rather exclusive French restaurant, and I was a pretty accomplished cook myself, so we had fun putting our minds together and making great meals for our friends and ourselves.
She was a drinker, rarely being without a glass of wine or a beer, which probably explained why she never seemed to remember that I was not gay (in that part of town almost all males were gay – so it was a common assumption that I learned to live with). On the 4th of July we had a pretty big party with steaks and chicken on the grill by the pool and various sides from corn on the cob to diced potatoes with butter and garlic and red beans and rice. We all retired to an apartment near the top of the building to watch the fireworks show that would be occurring at Olympic Park.
At one point I found Cynthia and myself in the elevator together as we were transporting food and dishes from the pool deck to their various homes. I had her pressed against the wall and our crotches were pressed together while her breasts rubbed against my chest. I murmured something in her ear about having fun together, and she responded with "But you're gay!"
"No I am not gay! I'm 100% straight honey!"
Comprehension dawned in her eyes and we locked lips in a passionate kiss while she groped in my shorts for my erect cock. I wanted that elevator ride to last forever, but we were soon on the pool deck finishing our cleanup.
We returned upstairs for the fireworks show, which was spectacular. A lot of things went on, but we kept exchanging glances loaded with meaning.
After the fireworks the party began to break up, and I managed to get Cynthia in a corner of the kitchen to ask if she needed a place to stay the night – nobody was sober enough to drive her home, and I had ulterior motives. She readily agreed. We slid out the door together and took the short trip down to my level in the elevator. On the way down I pressed her against the wall and kissed her again, while fondling her firm breast through the T-shirt she had thrown on over her bikini. She broke away about the time that the elevator stopped on my floor and looked me in the eyes, "You really aren't gay?"
I grabbed her hand and moved it to my prominent erection that was threatening to pop out the leg hole of my shorts "Does this feel gay to you?"
She was drunk and I was high and we were both horny. What more could a single guy ask for?
We burst through the door to my apartment, and I threw the deadbolt behind us. Cynthia pressed me against the back of the door and grabbed my ass while sticking her tongue down my throat. We French kissed for several minutes, while her hands roamed across my ass to my thighs and across my stomach. In turn, I was running my hands along the crease of her buttocks, and around her stomach and then across her chest, brushing her nipples as I went.
We were both covered in suntan oil and sweat, with the smell of grilled food clinging to us. We moved towards the bedroom, shedding clothes along the way. We wound up with her sitting on the edge of my bed naked, me standing in front of her with my cock bouncing in front of her face.
Cynthia grasped the base of my erection with one hand and lightly kissed my swollen head before wrapping her lips around it and swirling her tongue across the sensitive underside. Her other hand was pressing against the small of my back, pulling me closer.
I was groaning with pleasure, and as Cynthia continued her ministrations to the head of my cock and then began to stroke the shaft slowly with her hand I could feel the pressure building. "I'm close!" I said. She merely sucked a little harder and increased the movement of her hand. She also removed her other hand from my back and cupped my balls.
I came, shooting my load into her mouth as she gulped it down. My knees literally got weak, and I sagged a bit while she milked my cock for every drop. As the last vibrations of my orgasm subsided she released me, and I dropped like a stone onto the bed beside her.
I was gasping for breath after that orgasm, but Cynthia wouldn't let me rest. She climbed on top of me, legs straddling my hips and kissed me. I could taste myself on her lips, and we spent several minutes kissing deeply. Rather than subsiding, my cock grew nicely firm again. Cynthia took advantage of this and moved her hips down a bit to rub her slit in my erection. I could feel her curly pubic hairs brushing against my still sensitive head, and then I slid between her lips and she was rubbing herself along the bottom of my cock without penetration. We tore our lips and tongues apart, and I moved myself to meet her breasts, sliding my lips down her throat, to her shoulders, and across her collarbones until I had my lips centered on her breastbone between her bouncy tits. She moved slightly from side to side, trying to make contact between my mouth and her nipples, but I was in a teasing mood. I slid my lips and tongue around the bottom of her breasts, licking the sweat from the crease underneath them, and then circled round to the top, fluttering my tongue and lips along her skin. I could feel her arch her back in an attempt to make firmer contact, but I pulled back just enough to continue to tease.
Cynthia was breathing heavily and I could almost hear her nipples hardening in anticipation. I finally relented and move my mouth to one nipple. I shot my tongue out and licked her hard nub briefly, eliciting a wonderful shudder of pleasure from her. I then blew gently across her hard and newly damp breast, which caused another shiver to course through her body. Giving in to temptation, I then locked my lips onto her breast, and began to manipulate her with my mouth.
I was massaging her other breast with one hand, and the other slid down her tight stomach to find a home between her legs. I probed through her pubic hair and caressed her labia for a moment, before spreading her wide with my index and ring fingers and allowing my middle finger to slide inside her slippery hole.
Cynthia convulsed in pleasure, breaking my hold on her breasts and pulling my finger out of her.
I took the opportunity to slide down even further and position my face underneath her dripping crotch. She looked down at me, and I looked up at her; we both smiled, and she lowered her pussy onto my face. I gently used my fingers to pull her lips apart, and I saw her swollen clitoris poking out at me. I craned my neck a bit to reach up and lick the delicate folds of her inner lips, circling around her hole, and purposefully avoiding her clit. I sucked her lips, inner and outer, into my mouth, gently nibbling on them before pressing my face onto her mons pubis and applying pressure as I kissed her triangle of light brown hair. My hands were groping across her back and cupping her ass, and she was squiggling around on top of me, trying to settle into firm contact with anything. I was still teasing.
