Looking back over my last entry, it seems I might have been a little wordy. But I don't know that I would want to leave any of it out, so I guess it's good I left it as-is. Every woman and every blow job that I record here deserves to be presented in context. What's the point of just describing the sexual act itself if it's just a faceless name out of nowhere? Many of these encounters were cultivated slowly, over a period of time. To leave out how these women came to give me head would make it seem like there was an endless stream of them, walking in my door and blowing me. There's a lot more to it (and to them) than that.
Anita was the first woman that I received a blow job from after I made a conscious decision to pursue my perverse obsession. But it wasn't like I was living in a monastery before that. I was working on a few other situations before I started this little quest. Since I've begun, I've found that it's good to keep a lot of irons in the fire. Some take quite a while to pay off, if they ever do. Others develop rather quickly. It's all very unpredictable, so I work to keep a lot of potential blow jobs going at once.
Like I said, Anita was first so it was easy to put her first in my journal. The rest of them are in no particular order because there's a lot of overlap, situations developing concurrently and all. And some are just more fun to write about, so naturally I'll get to those sooner.
The next one for the archives is Caitlyn. What made Caitlyn unusual was that she was the aggressor. Not that I've never had a woman come on to me before, of course. I don't mean to imply any gender stereotypes either. What I mean is that Caitlyn pursued me with the sole purpose of sucking my cock. She wasn't looking for a boyfriend and she wasn't looking to get laid. She just wanted to suck cock and I was lucky enough to be in the right place at the right time.
Caitlyn was hired as a temp where I work several months ago. When I first met her, she was kneeling on the floor, putting files in the bottom drawer of a filing cabinet. I think I mentioned that I love the sight of a woman on her knees, so obviously my mind turned immediately to thoughts of her sucking me and how I could make that happen. As it turned out, the bigger challenge was holding her off long enough to build up the anticipation.
Caitlyn was somewhere in her late twenties. She had brown hair that tumbled in waves and curls to the middle of her back and bright blue eyes. She seemed to have a nice body, but it was hard to say because of the way she dressed. She wore jeans to work most of the time. Not that I mind jeans, but slacks are nicer and dresses or skirts nicer still. Caitlyn did look good in jeans though. She had a great ass, firm from working out. I don't think her breasts were big, but it was tough to tell because most of the blouses she wore hid them. At any rate, she certainly wasn't the exhibitionist type.
It wasn't that Caitlyn didn't want get men's attention, as I was to find out. She just didn't use anything as subtle as clothes. I introduced myself to her on a Tuesday and on Wednesday I had three people tell me that she had been asking about me. Asking a lot about me. Which I thought was a good sign, since I certainly was hoping to get with her. Little did I know.
So that Friday I asked Caitlyn if she'd like to go out for a drink after work.
"My ex is picking up the kids tonight, but maybe I could after that," Caitlyn told me. "Is there a place near you we could meet?" I gave her the name of a bar that was close, but not too close, to my apartment.
I met her there around 7 o'clock and we managed to find seats at the bar. We ordered drinks and made polite chit chat for a little while. At one point I asked her how she liked the job she was doing at my company.
"Well, the work's a bit boring, the pay isn't that hot, but at least there's a few good looking guys," she replied, giving a long look into my eyes. I've always found it to be electric when a woman makes eye contact like that. It's like everyone has a clock in their head and they know exactly how to meet someone else's gaze and look away without it meaning anything. Eye contact that lasts longer than that takes on a sexual charge. Caitlyn looked into my eyes well beyond the point where it started to get exciting. It lasted long enough that I actually started getting aroused.
We talked for a while longer and every once in a while we'd lock eyes again. I felt my body tingling with the energy those moments created. We had been there less than an hour and were about half way through our second round of drinks when Caitlyn abruptly drained the rest of her glass of wine.
"So let's go to your place," she said, placing her empty glass back on the bar.
"What's your hurry?" I asked, hoping none of the nervous anticipation I was suddenly feeling showed in my voice.
She leaned toward me and whispered, "I so want to suck you off."
Ordinarily, the next thing a guy would say is, "Check, please." But I didn't. Partly, I admit, it was just surprise. I thought things were going well between us, but I didn't know they were going that well.
But after the shock wore off, I realized that I wasn't in a hurry anyway. There hadn't been enough build-up. The anticipation leading up to a blow job to be almost as exciting as the act itself. I like to fantasize a bit about how I'm going to get her on her knees, get my cock into her mouth. I was about to be deprived of these thrills by Caitlyn's forwardness.
"I see," I began cautiously. "Just like that?"
"I've wanted to since the moment I first met you," she replied.
Now I have been accused of having an ego, perhaps liking myself too much, but I know that women generally don't just look at me and want to blow me (sorry to say).
"How could you know that you'd want to do that just by meeting me?" I asked, genuinely curious.
"I just did."
"Do you often meet men and right away want to do that?" I persisted. I was hoping that I wasn't annoying her with these questions. As curious as I was about what would make her want to do it, I didn't want to ruin the opportunity. But she seemed pretty candid about it.
"When I meet a hot guy, yeah," she said. "I start thinking about it. Now let's hurry up and get back to your place before I have to do it in the parking lot." She laughed and started to get off of her bar stool.
"Whoa! Not so fast!" I said. "You just met me and knew you wanted to go down on me?"
"Sure. Why is that so surprising? You're a hot guy, probably got a pretty nice package. Which if you'd take me back to your place, I could find out for sure." She really seemed to be getting impatient. I obviously didn't want to irritate a woman who just told me she wants to suck my cock, but I wanted to know more.
"Okay," I said. "If I promise that we'll go straight from here to my place and I'll let you do what you want, will you let me ask you a few more questions before we leave?"
"Why?" She seemed puzzled that any man would hesitate in the face of such an offer.
"I've never met a woman who was so forward about it. That's all." I shrugged. "I guess I just wanted to know what makes you want to do that to a guy you hardly know."
"What? Only men are supposed to be aggressive?"
"No," I said, trying to choose my words carefully. "I've just always thought that a bj was a kind of one-sided thing. That a guy gets all the pleasure and the woman gets, well... It just seems..." I couldn't think of how to finish.
"Well, I really get off on it," Caitlyn said, as if daring me to challenge her assertion. "I love to suck. Better than anything else I can think of." She stood up and grabbed her purse. "Now let's go. If you've got more questions, save them for in between innings."
I wasn't exactly sure what she meant, but I liked the sound of it. I finished my drink and followed her out of the bar.
I wasn't put off by the tables being turned or anything like that. I have no problem with a woman knowing what she wants and asking for it. But I am always curious to know what a woman's motivation is to go down on a man. In a normal, mutual relationship where both partners care about the other's sexual satisfaction, it's a no-brainer. But when there's no reciprocation involved, why would a woman be as intent as Caitlyn to gratify a man? How was she deriving pleasure from it?
Believe it or not, I really was pondering this as I led Caitlyn back to my place. I made sure I could always see her headlights in my rear-view mirror though. Whatever her reasons were, the bottom line was she wanted to suck my dick and I wanted to let her.
We got to my place and went inside. Caitlyn took a cursory look around the apartment, but it was clear she wasn't really interested in my decorating choices. I offered her a drink, but she shook her head.
"I think you've made me wait long enough," she announced. With that, Caitlyn stepped up to me and put her hand on my crotch and started rubbing me. "I want you in my mouth."
We had barely walked in the door and were still standing in the middle of the living room. So much for savoring the anticipation. Caitlyn got down on her knees and started tugging at my belt. A moment later, my pants were around my ankles and my cock was in her hand.
Everything had happened so quickly, that I wasn't even fully aroused yet. I was only about three-quarters erect, but I quickly grew to full size when she took me deep into her mouth.
"Mmmmm," Caitlyn hummed as I hardened on her tongue. "God," she moaned, letting my glistening shaft slip from her lips. "I love feeling a cock get hard in my mouth." That fast, I was rock-hard.
