During the next week before our second date, we talked on the phone and continued to exchange e-mails. I grew increasingly anxious over what might come up when the subject turned to sex. I was becoming so attracted to Bonnie, I feared that I wouldn’t be able to end it, even if there were sexual issues. With great trepidation on my part, we met for our second date. She arrived at my house a few minutes early. She looked stunning. Yes, she is a bit on the curvy side, but that is how I prefer women anyway. She was wearing a black skirt that came just above her knees and a nicely contoured blouse that accentuated her breasts. I Once again, I was captivated by her appearance. I could not put my finger on it, but there was something else. It’s not just her physical appearance that has me enthralled. What is it about this woman that makes her so attractive? She has a glow about her; she is confident but humble, she oozes sensuality….. There are so many qualities about Bonnie that make her inner beauty shine through. Is that what I am seeing and getting hooked on?
As soon as she walked in, I closed the door and took her into my arms. We kissed for a good 5 minutes before coming up for air. I spoke first, “Dinner is in the oven. We have about 15 minutes before it is ready.” I offered her a drink and she opted for a dry Riesling wine. I poured my standard – Bourbon and water. We sat on the couch and right away she asked, “We have 15 minutes before dinner?” I guess that was a rhetorical question because before I could answer, she set her drink down, and kneeled on the couch facing me and put her arms around my neck, “where were we?”
She was taking charge, which I welcomed. Once again, we began kissing, exploring each other’s tongues and mouths. My dick began to stiffen and was bent sideways, so I shifted my position to get more comfortable. Evidently, Bonnie picked up on my body-english because she immediately broke from the kiss and declared, “Matt, there is an elephant in the room and I think it is time to address it”. Before I could say anything, she put her index finger on my lips, in a shhhh motion. “Don’t talk Matt, just relax and let me do my thing. She then focused her attention to my lap, rubbing and squeezing my cock through my clothes.
She quickly went to work, unbuckling my pants and unzipping my fly, “Lift up”, she commanded, and I was happy to oblige. Bonnie slid down my pants and underwear in the same motion, allowing my cock to spring free. She wasted no time engulfing my rod in her mouth. She cupped one hand under my nut sack and gently started massaging my balls, while she pumped my member with her other hand and mouth, up and down my shaft. I could not believe what I was witnessing. This lady was amazing. Watching her beautiful lips making love to my cock was more than I could take. She looked up and as we made eye contact, she gave me a wink. It had been less than 2 minutes and already I could feel my climax coming, “Bonnie, I’m going to cum….” She showed no sign of stopping. My declaration only seemed to magnify her efforts. I could hold back no longer.
Just as the first spurt came, she tightened her grip on my balls, continued jacking me with her other hand, and locked her lovely lips on my cock head. I could feel the strong suction from her mouth as I watched her cheeks cave in. It felt like my cum was being pulled straight from by balls to her mouth. Her jacking motion synchronized with the spasms perfectly as she milked the cum out me.
She swallowed each spurt rhythmically as it exited my cock. After the third spurt, something totally incredible happened. Bonnie tensed up and started spasming in sync with my jism shooting into her mouth. With each contraction I heard a faint muffled whimper. There was no mistaking this, Bonnie was having an orgasm from sucking my cock. This realization only intensified my orgasm. Wave after wave of intense pleasure flowed through us both simultaneously. It felt like the volume of semen that she drained from me was much more than I ever discharged.
As our orgasms subsided she unglued her mouth from my dome and worked my shaft up and down a few more times, lapping up the final drops of my man juice. Bonnie ended the BJ with a sucking kiss on the top of my cock head, and finally released her firm grip on my nuts. With a dreamy look in her eyes, she returned to her kneeling position on the couch facing me. No words were spoken for several minutes. We just stared into each other’s eyes savoring the afterglow of our orgasmic bliss.
She spoke first, “Wow Matt! That was great. Thank you.” What? I thought. Was this amazing woman thanking ME for the blowjob? I must have had a puzzled look on my face because she guessed what I was thinking, “We have a lot to talk about Matt. I’m a bit of a freak. I’ll explain more later. We have all night. I told the kids not to expect me home unless things don’t go well with us”.
Just then the timer on the oven started buzzing indicating dinner was ready. My brain was still numb from the mind blowing orgasm; seeing her orgasm; then this vague confession about being a freak; and disclosing she planned on spending the night with me; and then “we’ll talk more later”? Talk about a cliff hanger…. I could hardly wait to continue this conversation.
Without asking, as if it were expected, Bonnie took charge in the kitchen, snooping through my drawers and cupboards, in order to set the table while I took the lasagna out of the oven, cut it , and served it onto the plates. Once again I marveled at how natural it felt working together getting the food around. If it would have been me at her house, I wouldn’t have dared touch anything in her kitchen, so It would have been a little awkward if the shoe were on the other foot. The food was too hot to eat, so while it was cooling down, I topped off our drinks and we sat at the table. One great thing about Bonnie is that she initiates the conversation before it ever gets too awkward.
She started by asking in a matter of fact tone, “How long does it usually take you to recover?” I was pretty sure what she meant, but didn’t dare assume anything, lest I embarrass myself. “Excuse me?” I stammered. “Matt”, she began, “we’re both adults here and we’ve been around the block a few times. I just sucked your cock and ate your cum. I know you wanted it as much as I did. That means we’ve taken the relationship to the next level. Let’s agree to be completely open and honest about everything, including sex. We’re going to talk a lot about sex tonight; I hope that doesn’t make you uncomfortable.
Time to fess up, “I knew what you meant Bonnie. I’m just not used to a woman being so open and frank about it, so it took me by surprise….. a pleasant surprise for sure. To answer your question, no, I am not uncomfortable discussing sex. In fact I love that you are so open about it. Back to your original question, it’s usually about 30 minutes to get hard again and about an hour to cum again. After the second time, it is a lot longer. Probably a couple hours or more.” “That’s not too bad.” She reasoned, cocking her head to one side, “I hope you are looking forward to some more fun after supper.” Making sure we had eye contact she licked her lips and said, “I’ll need another protein fix before long.” My mind was reeling. Was she saying she wanted blow be again? I could not comprehend what negative aspect of this woman could possibly keep the men away. I was falling in love with her on the second date.
“Let’s eat and then we’ll talk.” she instructed. So without too much conversation we ate. Once again, I became fixated on her lips as she fed herself and chewed her food… so very erotic. My cock was thinking ahead and began stirring. I knew I would be ready for the next round. As I finished my plate, I felt like I could eat another serving but didn’t want to be a pig, so we both finished together. Bonnie immediately got up, grabbed our settings, and began cleaning up. I would have left it in the sink but seeing that she was in control, I just followed her lead. She drew the water, put in the detergent. and started washing the dishes, including all my prep dishes already in the sink. I pulled a dish towel out of the drawer just in time to start drying the dishes as she handed them to me, as if it were the natural thing to do.
A few minutes into our task, Bonnie began her preparatory speech. Her tone was solemn, “Matt, we will be discussing some extremely personal things tonight. Before we can go any further, I need to bring you into my inner circle, which means that I will reveal everything about myself to you. Some of it, you will deem positive and some of it you may think sick or perverted. There are only a few people in my inner circle. Before we continue, you need to make me a promise. This is very serious, Matt. I need you to promise me that after I reveal everything, if you decide this is not for you, we’ll go our separate ways and you will never tell anyone about what we talked about tonight. I must confess that I’ve had the conversation we are about to have with several men over the last few years since my husband died. Of the men that made it this far by accepting the fact that I have 3 kids at home, none of them have made it all the way to the end of the night before ending the relationship. There is one difference with you though; I have never felt as strong a connection as I feel with you now, so I am very anxious and hopeful about tonight.” She passed me the last plate and pulled the plug in the sink. As I finished drying the plate, she wiped down the counter and table. This was a surreal moment, like I was experiencing something one would see in a soap opera or something. What on earth could be so bad that it drove all the men away kicking and screaming?
She took my hand and led us over to the couch, where we sat turning our torsos toward each other. We held hands and she looked at me and with the most sincere tone, she asked, “Well, what is your answer Matt? I need to know now that you will keep my secret to your grave no matter what. If you can’t commit to this, I have to leave now and we are through. We may be through anyway, once you hear what I have to say.”
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