It was two a.m. on a Saturday night and while I sometimes got calls at this time, I was not usually impressed with them. Reaching across to the bedside table cursing under my breath I grabbed my phone and my heart sunk.
Gypsy! All manner of thoughts going through my mind about what might be wrong in the second and a half between seeing her name and saying hello.
"Are you still awake?" says an obviously tipsy Gypsy.
"I am now, is everything O.K?"
"I thought I would come around," she said slurring a little.
Thinking she is driving and wanting her off of the road and somewhere safe as soon as possible, I tell her "No problem."
"In a cab around the corner, be there soon," with that she hung up!
"Oh O.K. then," I think, not that I had any chance to refuse. Dragging my tired ass out of bed, I went to the shower. It had been a beast of a day, hotter than the hobs of hell and I had just thrown myself in bed when I had finished writing up a report for a client at midnight. I felt like I could smell myself, never a good thing.
I was in the shower when I heard her banging on the door. I hadn't locked it but she didn't try to get in.
"I'll be right there." I shouted.
All dried off with a towel around me, I followed the noise to see Gypsy filling a glass from a half-finished bottle that had been in the fridge. Turning around she raised her glass to me while I just stared. There, a sleepy look in her eyes, her magnificent assets emphasised by the classy low cut ankle length black dress she was wearing stood, a thing of beauty.
"So to what do I owe this pleasure?" I asked.
"I came to see you," she said pouring me a glass, barely managing not to spill it. "I wanted to see you."
Walking from the kitchen towards me, a little unsteadily, she passed and placing the glasses down on the coffee table, she sat on the sofa.
"Come here," she said tapping the cushion beside her.
Slightly amused at her drunken state, I sat down beside her, cheersed, clinked glasses and looked at her as she took a sip and placed her glass down.
Without a word, she turned towards me, put her hand on my knee and slid it up my leg while looking sleepily in my eyes. Reaching over with her other hand she undid the towel and took my flaccid dick in her hand. With a sigh, somewhere between resignation and disappointment, she bent down and took me in her mouth.
"Now this is worth getting up in the middle of the night for!" I thought.
She had me hard quickly enough and kept moving her head up and down sliding my dick to the back of her mouth and out again. I would have happily just let her do that for hours. But then she started that thing with her tongue. It's like it moves in the reverse to her head as she goes up and down. Her tongue trailing as she lifts off and drags behind as it goes down, all the while swirling around my dick.
Pulling off with a pop, she grasped me in one hand stroking me up and down while she took one of my balls in her mouth, rolling it around and swirling her tongue over it, she kept the stroking up. Probably in the interest of fairness, she moved on to my other ball and gave it the same attention before letting it slip out of her mouth in a sloppy manner before taking my dick in her mouth again.