I drove home from Paula's house disappointed. Yes, I had enjoyed a lot of sex with some very hot women, and it was probably every man's dream, but what had I done? It had been nothing other than mutually masturbation with some older women? None had disappointed me in any way but something had been missing and I couldn't put my finger on what that something had been, or not been. And then I was back at my apartment where I went up the lift to my flat and poured myself a beer, drank it and then went for a shower to clear up and wash the goo from my still slippery cock.
The water in the shower was warm and relaxing and I washed myself all over and then rinsed off before stepping out and drying my body. Deciding not to dress I put on my bathrobe and went into the lounge to watch some television. I poured a cup of coffee and sat down to watch the sport. It was around six in the evening when I heard my door buzzer go off. I switched on the security camera to see Liz, the Deputy Head of my old school. "Hi," I said, "Can I help you?" Into the microphone.
"Yes, you can let me in if you want," She said, sounding a little indignant as she waited. I released the door remote and she stepped inside and out of my field of view. Inwardly I wondered how she knew where I lived. This was all becoming a little complicated. How the hell did she know where I lived? There was a light tapping on my door and so I went to let her in and I was very surprised at the sight of a very sexy woman in high heels and a skirt to just below her knees with a jacket showing quite a bit of cleavage and all in black. "I've heard some stories about bathrobes. I hope it turns out alright for me as well. Will you get me drunk first? You know, lower my inhibitions." She dropped a fairly large bag inside my hall and breezed past me into the lounge.
"Staying the night?" I asked her as I looked at the bag and closed the door behind her. It had clunked when it hit the floor and I wondered what was in it. She didn't answer.
"What do you want?" I asked her as she sat down on my sofa, her skirt riding up her thigh to reveal stocking tops of lace and no suspenders.
"I'd like a drink please. Wine. White and very cold." She replied so I went to the fridge in the kitchen and opened a bottle of pinot, picked up a glass and took them into the lounge. The glass I placed on the coffee table in front of her where I poured a full measure, right to the top. "Trying to get me drunk?" She asked, giggling and I realised she was sounding slightly drunk already.
"You didn't drive here did you?" I asked.
"No, I've had a drink so it was a taxi. What are you wearing under that bathrobe?" She asked, looking me up and down. She leaned forward to pick up the wineglass and I could see she wasn't wearing anything under the jacket.
"I'm not wearing anything, I'd just had a shower. Why do you ask?" I replied.
"Take it off for me, I like naked men," She asked as she sat back, sipping the wine. I didn't move.
"What about you slipping your top off, I can see for myself you've nothing on under it," I retorted.
"So, you're not above peeping down tops trying to glimpse a glance at my tits," She said as she peeled her jacket off, proving me correct and they were a nice, pert pair of tits. "Bit small aren't they," She pouted at me.
"Stand up please," I asked her and so she put her glass of wine down and stood in front of me, her hand going inside my bathrobe and straight to my cock, which enlarged immediately with the gentle strokes. I ran my hands around her back and quickly unfastened her skirt and allowed it to fall to the ground and pushed a very small black lace thong down her legs to the floor and she daintily stepped out of them.
"What do we do now?" She asked as I stood up and she pushed my bathrobe off my shoulders, reached up and French kissed me deeply and passionately. I could smell the deep, erotic aroma of her obviously very expensive perfume. "That's the first time I've stroked a cock before having a kiss. Ever."
"First time for everything," Neither of us moved until she knelt down and took my cock in her warm and wet mouth. I shut my eyes, enjoying the feeling as she pulled my cock down into her throat and held it there.
She lifted off me, "Like that?" She asked as she sucked it down her throat again.
"You bet," I replied, a slight tremor in my voice as I quickly became more and more aroused, my erection becoming even harder and then, the churning in my balls as I erupted pumping rope after rope inside her.
"That's was, way too quick," She told me as she stood up, took me by the hand and innocently asked, "Where's the bedroom?" To which I nodded towards the door, which swung open to reveal Jen stood there with a somewhat quizzical look on her face. Both of us stopped. "I'm just taking Steve through to the bedroom for a quick play. O.K. Jen?" Liz said as if this was an everyday occurrence. Then she pulled me through, squeezing past Jen and the hall and leaving her stood there, unbelieving.
We went into the bedroom, "You look surprised," She asked me as she sat on the bed while I still stood by it. In my own mind I was unsure and I was worrying about how this was affecting Jen, she had looked horrified as we passed her.
"I am and I was. I didn't expect you to be here today and to be honest I wasn't sure I want anything else to happen, particularly with Jen here." I told her, standing stubbornly by the bed as she tried to pull me towards her, which I resisted.
"You didn't say anything last night, or complain did you?"
"No, but that was last night. Last night I felt as if I'd fucked half your members of staff. Today is different. Anyway, I feel different." I replied as I pulled away from her hand. At that moment she realised she was going nowhere fast and stood up, went to the bedroom door, took one last look and left me. I stayed where I was. In the lounge I could hear some shuffling around and Jen came into the bedroom.
"What did you say to her?" She asked me as I turned to face her.
"No," I replied.
"Just 'no'? It looked more than that," She went on.
"I don't want to do this any more Jen," I told her. "I just want a simple life. One with you in it, don't worry," I told her as I saw her look turn to horror.
"I thought my time had come as well then. I don't want to make it worse for you Steve but Cynthia went off with a couple of girls looking very happy. I think you've lost her as well!" She told me, her voice gentle, probably thinking I was going to be hurt by the rejection.
"I saw her at the party and she looked as if she was having a good time. I feel sorry for her minister at the church. I think ehe had hopes in that direction as well." I told her, sitting down in an armchair and then realising I was completely naked still. 'Oh sod it', I thought, Jen's seen it all before.
"What do you want to do?" Jen asked me, sitting down opposite me and leaning forward, almost conspiratorially. She smiled her smile that could melt ice.
"I don't know. I really don't," I confessed.
"Would you like a beer?" She asked me, standing up ready to go for it. "I think I need a glass of wine." I followed her into the kitchen after a moment to see her bending over the fridge and rummaging inside, standing up straight when she found the beer, the wine was already found and on top of the worksurface. She turned round and saw me and jumped, "Sorry. I didn't hear you come in. You surprised me."
"Why, who were you expecting?"
"I know what you mean it's just, well you know. You surprised me, that's all." She lowered her head and then raised it again, cocked it to one side and smiled at me. "Here you are," She said as she passed me my beer. "You know, there's always Ellie," She reminded me.
