Copyright 2005 ('StaffWriter')
On one of those whimsical moments that occasionally pop up on the internet, my girlfriend Jenny and I stumbled upon a photograph of a woman with her face in a man's lap. Her long dark hair, tied back in a knot with a scrunchie, kept the view clear to the photographer as she deeply swallowed the staff of the man in the chair.
Her white tank top, knotted at the waist, read "Free Blowjobs" in bold letters, with three underscores beneath to emphasize the offer. Judging from the colorful beads on the crowd around her and the video cameras staring down at the action, it looked like a Mardi Gras party. Not that it mattered to us--what we found important was the way her mouth ovaled around his rod while she steadied herself with forearms braced on either leg.
Seeing the picture brought my dick to a quick rise, which Jenny couldn't help but notice. "Easy there, fellah, it looks like this booyah thing has got your attention."
Jenny stroked me mildly as we explored other links from the site.
In one, a scene played itself out in a nearly deserted stadium. The grainy photo, shot from across the field, showed a young man smiling while the blonde in the seat next to him leaned over the armrest, burying her face in his lap--or should I say he buried his lap into her face?
In another, a woman sat astride a man in a chair, her skirt pulled up to her waist as she arched her back. The photo showed his hands on her hips, suggesting they were guiding the woman up and down, oblivious to the crowd gathered around them and smiling.
Each subsequent image stiffened me further. It seemed Jenny enjoyed them too. Her stroking grew more insistent until she finally reached for my zipper, working it slowly to open up my trousers without snagging anything important in the teeth. Meanwhile I continued to roll the trackball and click the buttons.
We continued to pause between images, studying the look on the faces, vicariously enjoying the thrill they must have been feeling, as she tugged on my rod. To get more comfortable, she curled up at my feet, resting her head on my thigh while pumping my staff and smearing the pre-cum around the head, then touching her fingers to the tip of her tongue.
She was just about to engulf my dick with her mouth when I heard Jenny gasp unexpectedly. My last click brought up another crowded bar scene, but this time it was one woman on her knees in front of a second, the blonde holding the brunette's head tight against her crotch. A hint of tongue showed in the three-quarter view, but most of her oral digit appeared buried in the shaven folds of the woman still standing. The couple was surrounded by a crowd, all staring and laughing, except for one self-enamored doofus who smiled at the camera instead.
It took only a second for the image to register before Jenny dove hard onto my cock, working frantically up and down in an effort to get me off in her throat. I rocked myself gently in the chair as she snorted air on the exhaust stroke. Using her left hand, she pulled back her shoulder length red hair to keep it out of the way and giving me a better view.
I knew I was going to blow soon. She's been with me long enough that could sense it too, so she gently tickled my nuts with her right hand while I clicked back to the picture that started it all, the one with the T-shirt that read "free blowjobs." She glanced over her shoulder to see what I'd pulled up, then stared up at me, mimicking the look in the photograph.
That did it--hot come spurted from my body to hers and she accepted it all, gulping and smiling and holding on to me with her lips as I softened slightly in the warm confines of her mouth.
