Too Good To Be True 4

"May I join you?" The voice was deeply sensual and best of all it came from a woman. "You looked so deep in thought that I decided to come and brighten you up, if that's okay with you."

"Please yourself, although I warn you that you'll probably find yourself bored shitless." I was deliberately rude because the last thing I needed right now was company. I looked at her, all cheerful and happy, and decided that I should maybe have a closer look. It only took a second to take it all in. She was almost as tall as I am, 5'10", she was not skinny nor was she fat, she wore a white blouse that was open far enough for me to catch a glimpse of a well rounded breast, her waist was smaller than average and she wore a black skirt that had a slit up almost to her hips and through this I could see black stockings.

Like I said it only took a second to take all this in and another second to decide that maybe, just maybe, I should have second thoughts about my rudeness. "I'm sorry for my rudeness, can we start again? I would love for you to join me."

"May I refresh your drink?"

"Thank you, I'll have a glass of Sauvignon Blanc."

She signalled the barman and ordered two glasses of wine. "I don't usually barge into someone's personal space like this but you looked terribly worried and I just felt like I might be able to take your mind off what's bothering you for a short while. Would you like to talk about it, you don't have to if you don't want to, I won't mind. My name is Frances by the way, my friends call me Fran"

"My name is Hugh and you can't really shorten that. My problem is with your lot. I thought I had it made, a good job that I like, a wife and three great kids, I play sport, have dinner parties with friends, enjoying the odd chuckle juice in the process. It was pretty good until a couple of weeks ago when the wheels fell off big time. I lost my wife and family, my job has changed to the point where I'm no longer getting any sort of satisfaction, and due to an old injury that has come back to haunt me I'm no longer enjoying my sport."

"And how does my lot, and I assume that you mean women, get to be responsible for all of your problems?"

"They're not responsible for all of them, just the ones closest to home. My lovely wife has had several affairs during the twenty odd years we'd been married and I've always been there for her when they ended, I wasn't overjoyed about this but I was convinced that my love for her would withstand all of this."

"So what happened to change this?"

"Her latest fling did the unforgivable and left his wife, he then pressured her into kicking me out so that he could move in. It was then that I realised that the rest of my life wasn't all that great either, my job requires me to comply with procedures that I don't like and that don't work, I've tried to change things but that has got me into hot water with management. I'm in constant pain from this injury and the operation to fix the problem is not guaranteed to ease the pain, in fact in most cases the pain is exacerbated."

"You really do need cheering up."

"I did warn you."

"Don't apologise, not everyone has a perfect life."

"Like you?"

"My life is by no means perfect. I can empathise with your problem with your wife, my husband left me for a new improved model but that didn't last. He wanted to come back but I refused because it wasn't the first time for him either, and it won't be the last. I just wasn't prepared to go through that again. So I got on with my life and every now and then I go out on my own looking for someone like you so that I can try to bring a little joy into his life."

"Are you some sort of amateur psychologist?"

"By no means, I'm just someone who has experienced life's highs and lows and use that experience to help others."

"Do you charge for this service or do you do it for the love of it?"

"That you'll have to find out for yourself."

"Tell me more, I'm curious, and while you're telling me, what do you say to getting something to eat?"

"I would like that very much, that way we can get to know each other better. You might think that the end of the world is just around the corner but life has a way of surprising us when we least expect it."

The dinner was great I think, we talked, we ate, we drank, and we had a good time, but I don't remember anything about it, it was just a blur. "Where do you live?" I asked her as we walked out of the restaurant.

"It's only a block or so from here, why do you ask?"

"I just needed to know whether I should get my car out of the car park so that I could take you home or whether we could walk."

"Let's walk." She linked her arm in mine and pressed closely into me. We stopped several times on the way to her apartment to look at store window displays, I thought it was just so that we could delay the inevitable parting of the ways.

"Would you like to come up for a few minutes?" She asked as we reached the front door of her apartment building.

"Yes I would." We were standing close enough to each other that it only seemed proper that I should take her in my arms and kiss her. Frances showed no inclination to pull away from me so I pressed my luck even further and pushed my tongue against her lips. She opened her mouth and I felt her tongue caress mine.

We separated and she opened the front door and ushered me inside. Taking the elevator to the top floor she led the way down the corridor to her apartment. Inside she took my coat and hung it on a hook behind the door. "Now where were we?" She came into my arms. Her arms were around my neck and her hips were pressed hard against mine, I was sure that she could feel my excitement, it certainly sounded like it, the noises that found their way from her mouth were of pure pleasure, if not lust.

I moved away from her just a little, enough for me to get my hands between us and I slowly unbuttoned her blouse and slipped my hands inside, she too was excited by the feel of things. Her nipples were hard, her breasts firm and unencumbered by any supporting garments so I was able to caress them. Her breath was coming faster and her body was grinding harder into mine, then she dropped her hands from around my neck to around my hips and pulled me savagely into her shuddering body, "Oh my God, oh my God, this is amazing, I have never cum just from kissing. I'm going to enjoy making you happy."

Her hands moved to my trousers and before I knew it they were on the floor along with my underpants. She was on her knees in front of me and took my super hard cock into her mouth, moving slowly and deliberately, she sucked my cock while at the same time one hand was between her legs playing with her pussy through her pantyhose.

I was almost there when she pulled away from me and looked into my eyes, "Give it to me, all of it." She resumed her ministrations and a few seconds later I shot my load into her perfect mouth, pumping my sperm down her throat. When I finished she pulled away form me again and stood up, she kissed me and I could taste myself, "did you enjoy that?"

"That was the most amazing blow job I have ever experienced, not that I've had that many, but it was amazing. What do we do for an encore?"

"Whatever you want to do, tonight I'm yours to do with what you will."

'What I will' began with her bedroom and us undressing each other slowly and sensuously. I never knew it could take so long to take so few clothes from each other, but then it did involve a lot of kissing, touching, licking and sucking along the way. Frances lay on the bed, it was warm enough not to need to get under the covers, her legs apart and her eyes closed.

I lay beside her, kissing her passionately while my hand moved slowly down her body with side excursions to each of her tits. When I arrived at her pussy I found it so moist that her juices were running down her crack and over her ass hole. I stopped kissing her, causing her to whimper her disappointment and moved down to the foot of the bed. I started at her feet, sucking her toes in turn and then kissing and licking my way slowly up her left leg, jumping over the join where I could see her pussy wet with anticipation, but I wanted to prolong the moment for as long as possible, and down her right leg to her toes.

Slowly I began the return journey but this time I homed in on her waiting pussy, first kissing it gently, tasting her juices and then slowly pushing my tongue between her lips and licking her clit. Her hips arched up pushing my tongue deeper into her, her muscles contracted on my tongue and she whimpered her way through a prolonged orgasm, her cunt juices flooding into my mouth.

Withdrawing my tongue from her pussy I replaced it with my now reborn cock, sliding it in until I could go no further and then I stopped. I looked into her eyes as I pulsed my cock inside her. "Oh God that feels wonderful." So, of course, I kept it going.

"Have you ever tried Tantric sex?'

"No, how do we do that?"

"We just stay here quietly with me inside you, not moving our bodies, no fucking as such, just concentrating on our genitals, tensing and relaxing the muscles. We can hold out for ages but when we cum it's the most incredible experience.

It was over an hour later when we had our 'most incredible experience', it wasn't Tantric all the time, when the hour was almost up she could stand it no longer.

"Will you stop teasing me, I want you to fill me with your cum, I want to feel it gushing into me and I want it now!" She grabbed my arse and tried to force the pace, pushing as hard as she was able on to my cock "Oh my God I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" Her body shuddered and juices gushed from her. "I'm squirting, I can't control it!" I could feel the build up inside me and I shoved my cock into her as far as it would go and unloaded inside her.

I rolled over with her straddling my hips and my cock still inside her, our combined juices oozing out of her and running over my balls and between my legs.

It didn't take long for my cock to harden again and Frances started rocking back and forth on it, now I know what that nursery rhyme is about, you know; "Ride a cock horse to Banbury Cross." She was riding her cock horse like a champion, sliding her clit along my pelvic bone for added intensity.

She quickened her stroke until she collapsed onto my chest. "I don't know how long I can keep this up." Neither did I but I was going to go down fighting. We changed position again and she was on all fours on the bed with me shoving my cock in from behind doggy style, I found that I gained more sensation from this method than the missionary position and it wasn't long before I dumped another load into her already full pussy.

I removed my cock from her and replaced it with my mouth, lapping the cum as it oozed out and gently licking the whole area especially her clit which brought her to yet another orgasm. "I have never cum so many times in one session in my life." She sighed as she collapsed on to the bed. I pulled back the covers for her to get inside. "You're not going to leave me are you?"

"No, I just need to clean up before I get into bed."

"Allow me." She took my cock into her mouth and swirled her tongue around the shaft until it was as clean as a whistle, she then proceeded to lick my balls, the crack between my cheeks and my pubic hair until that was clean of our juices. When she had completed her task she moved back up to face me and kissed me long and hard. "Thank you for tonight, I really enjoyed myself."

"It is me that should be thanking you, you've taken my mind off my problems, for a little while at least."

"Do you remember you asked me earlier whether there was a charge for my services, well consider the debt paid in full."

I took her in my arms and we both drifted into a deep sleep.

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It was daylight. I reached across to touch Frances, but she wasn't there. What was this thing hanging out of the back of my hand? Who are these people standing beside my bed and why do they have stethoscopes around their necks? Where am I? That's right, I'm in hospital. Fuck, I knew it was too good to be true.

"How are we this morning?" One of the doctors was looking at a chart in his hand.

"Oh, just great." The sarcasm went straight over his head.

"How is the pain this morning?"

"Pain, what pain? You're talking to someone that doesn't even take paracetamol for a headache and you have me doped up on pethidine and you ask me about pain. There is no pain, but if the dream that I've just been having is normal for this medication could you crank up the dose a bit?"

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Part of this story is based on real life. I was in hospital doped to the eyeballs on pethidine, and I did have weird dreams. Unfortunately for me they were nothing like the one described in this story.