I'm addicted to oral sex. Actually, to be exact, the joy of spreading a woman's thighs with my hands and letting my tongue dance over, around and on her clit until every muscle in her body seizes in orgasm. It is beyond me how there are men out there that can't stand to orally pleasure a woman. Were it not for my wife and her propensity to flirt when we were dating some 30+ years ago, I may never have been introduced to my life-long passion.
As I said, my wife has always been a huge flirt. And she has such a sweet, coy sexy way of talking on the phone, which often got her in trouble in her younger days. Shortly after graduating from high school she went to work in a call center environment where she spent her entire shift on the phone talking to strangers. Thanks to her pert phone personality, she had more than her share of opportunities to flirt and be flirted with. It was just one of these calls that led to her discovering oral sex and, subsequently, my introduction.
Ann (my wife) usually worked the 2-10 shift and I would take here to and from work. However, on this particular day, she was assigned a split shift and had off from 2 until 6 between shifts. I was in college and had morning classes so when she worked a split shift she would drive herself. We would then normally have spent the afternoon together. Not so on this day.
Ann called me when she got off the first shift and told me she was going shopping with some coworkers and wouldn't see me until after her second shift. It was only later that I found out what "shopping" she meant. She had been flirting all during her first shift with an older man (25 years old - she was 18, almost 19 at the time). The conversations weren't explicit, but had a definite sexual undercurrent. David (the man) spent the whole shift trying to convince her to meet him to get a coke and more conversation. She finally agreed and met him at a fast-food joint comfortably away from where she worked.
She got to the meet point before him and settled in a booth. During the course of the morning's flirting, he told her he was about 5' 10" and many people said he looked like Neil Diamond (remember, this was 35ish years ago). Ann was only 5' even and had wonderfully firm legs, a lush derriere and outstanding 36c breasts. She would look up apprehensively every time the door open and, if a single man came in, wondered if that was "him". Fortunately, none had been thusfar since none had been particular attractive. After what seemed like an eternity, HE walked through the door. She knew immediately it was him - from the Neil Diamond description and something about his self-confident aura. David looked around and when his eyes fell on her he likewise knew it was Ann. He strode over and settled in the booth across from her.