Closer and closer she came until I put my hands on either side of her head and pulled her towards me. Our lips met and the passion was so strong and so natural that our tongues effortlessly entwined while our lips moistened and caressed each other’s, our breathing ragged and harsh. All the time she played with my erection, somehow managing to free it. The cool evening air felt so good and I felt so horny and liberated, but that was nothing compared to the feeling as she bent down and took me in her sweet mouth, swirling her tongue and sucking me hard.
Blowjobs had always been a big disappointment. A couple of girls at college had used their mouths on me, but they saw it as a precursor to get out of the way quickly, not the main event. Charlene had never sucked me off properly. She took me in her mouth once because I had made such a thing about it and she gagged so badly that was the end of that. After we had our kids the sex had just gradually faded away. A chore for her that she seemingly begrudged.
Now I was here and this girl I had never met before was giving me the most amazing blow job of my life. She was young, but I now felt so young too. The feelings she was creating were beyond description. She was either a natural or very well-practised, and I preferred to think the former. The real difference between her and the others was I could tell how much she was enjoying it. Her little moans and sighs were not forced or uttered to try to make me cum, she clearly loved having a cock filling her mouth.
Soon I was gasping and could feel my balls on fire. She applied her hands, one grasping me tight around the base and the other exploring my balls and the valley behind them. No one had ever touched me like that before. I groaned and tried to warn her, but it was all too much and with an unearthly grunt I filled her pretty mouth with my seed.
I was mesmerised by her blond hair waving as she licked and scooped up every last bit of my cum that she could find, and I sighed when her dishevelled, but beautiful face reappeared, her cheeks rosy and her lips glossy. I kissed her deeply. She pushed me away. I felt like crying. I held back my tears as I could hear her saying goodbye, and confirming that this special moment was about to end and would never be repeated.
I was wrong, so wrong. She gently put me away and then ran her delicate fingers through my wiry hair.
“I’d like to see you again,” she said, a glint in her eye revealing the pleasures that such a meeting might bring forth.
“When, how?” I uttered rather pathetically, angry with myself for being so needy and weak.
“I’ll be here tomorrow afternoon, just me, Nick’s going out. Bring that trappy thingy with you, and this too!” She rubbed my flagging cock through my joggers. “I’ll tell Nick what you said about the cleaning up and all that.”
I did not go back in the house, but straight to my pick-up. I kissed my angel goodbye. A slow lingering kiss that felt appropriately heavenly, but set my mind spinning to what might happen tomorrow. Fortunately, it was pretty late and I could count on Charlene being in bed already. I put my dope stinking clothes to soak in the garage in some heavily scented soap powder and had a shower, relieved to hear her gentle snores as I crept into bed.
***
I got Nick’s number off Charlene in the morning having explained it was a long and messy job and I had to install a new part later that day. She gave me a hug and kiss for being such a good neighbour and I felt a little pang of guilt.
I texted Nick saying, “Hope the house is tidy! Tell Ella I’ll be over at one to finish the job.”
He replied a few minutes later: “OK, I’ll be out, she says she can’t wait :-)”
I read the message a dozen times. Was it sarcasm? Had Ella said something to Nick? I could not work it out. I assumed it was sarcasm and went to find the parts I needed.
I considered what to wear. I never did that. I wore a black polo shirt, beige shorts with no underwear and loafers. Why not? I turned up on time, in fact, a bit early. Nick’s car was still on the drive and I felt a bit deflated, but part of me was relieved. Ella opened the door and I almost had a heart attack. She was wearing this white backless swimsuit with a cut-out centre and looked absolutely gorgeous. Her hair was shining and a pair of matching white sunglasses were perched on her head. Her arms and legs glistened with sunscreen and her face was beautifully made up. She was perched on a pair of white high-heeled sandals.
“Err, hi Ella, is it still OK, you know, to…”
“Come in Dom, and of course.”
“OK, thanks. I see Nick’s still here, how did the clean-up go?”
“Oh! Umm. Right, yes clean-up, good! Nick’s not here though.”
“Ah, just saw his car, guess he got a lift.”
“Yeah, a lift. He got a lift,” Ella said, reaching for my free hand and pulling me into the hall before quietly shutting the door.
“Do you like it?” She asked, turning to face me and using her hands to draw an invisible frame around her costume.
“You look amazing!”
“You’re not acting like I look amazing.” She pouted. I wanted to kiss her, but there was something about her attitude that I felt I needed to show I was in charge.
“Fix me a drink Ella, coke and ice. Let me sort the sink out and then we can chill.”
“OK Dom, you’re the boss,” she replied a bit sheepishly, but a bit defiantly too.
She wiggled her ass as she walked into the kitchen. I followed her admiring her small tight booty. I grabbed the bucket, knelt down in front of the sink and began to remove the old trap. The new one fitted perfectly.
“Here’s your coke, Dom.”
Ella was standing so close to me that I could feel the warmth from her legs.
“Can you take it out to the deck? Lots of ice, please. I’ll join you in a moment, almost done here.” She silently walked away. I sneaked a look at her hot wiggling ass filling out the white Lycra to perfection and immediately grew hard. When she had left I got up, ran the tap and nodded to myself confirming that the job was done. I packed up my tools and put them back in the pick-up before heading back in and then out to the deck. Ella was lying on her front on a sun lounger, her beautiful face propped up on her elbows.
“All done?” She asked, a big smile forming on those gorgeous lips of hers.
I smiled back and took a quick look around. The deck was in a nice secluded part of the yard, not overlooked at all, but still capturing plenty of sun.
“Yes, your plumbing is fixed, just need someone to look at mine.” It was a bad joke but seemed appropriate considering the situation and obvious agenda. Ella giggled and rather seductively ran her tongue around her lips. I walked over to her completely aware that my arousal was clearly outlined in my shorts. I crouched down and gave her a lingering kiss before picking my drink off the table and standing up, positioning myself to make it completely clear what I was expecting.
Her head was at the perfect height and she twisted slightly onto her side so she was resting on one arm and could use her free hand to tug at my loose-fitting shorts, pulling them down and causing my prominent erection to flick up and brush her chin. I took a gulp of my drink and almost spilt it as she grasped the base of my cock, pulling me towards her mouth. The electric touch of her lips on my sensitive tip sent a jolt through my body and I sighed as I slowly pushed my way into her. She got to work immediately, her tongue working hard to pleasure me. She was so good, so very good!
As my excitement rose I began to rock my hips back and forth, realising that her position meant she was unable to move and I would have to fuck her face. She began to moan in time with my thrusts, and, encouraged by her apparent enjoyment and the amazing vibrating feeling, I began to probe deeper. It was hardly any time at all before I passed that point at which my need to come became overpowering and I pushed so hard and so deep that I felt a new tight sensation on the head of my cock and I heard Ella gag. I was ashamed I might have hurt her with my wanton lust, but she immediately reached out and pulled my cock back towards her.
“Mmmm. I love it. Fuck my face, Dom, fuck it!” She mewed, her eyes looking up at me, slightly watering, but still sparkling with lust. Her lips so moist and inviting, shone as the tip of my lipstick-smeared cock rested just in front of them. I pushed back into her and she moaned so loudly I was almost concerned that the neighbours would hear, but the pleasure as I entered her throat was overwhelming and I began to do exactly what she had requested.
I can’t recall how long I fucked that beautiful girl’s face. I doubt it was long, but it felt like forever. The feeling of her lips, tongue and throat was so erotic and made even more special by her rhythmic groans and occasional gasps for air. At some point, she had begun to fondle my balls with her fingers, and then she had gently rubbed an area behind them that completely tipped me over the edge and I groaned deeply as I pumped my seed into her waiting mouth.
I watched as she licked me clean, each touch of her tongue on my sensitised cock causing it to throb. I watched her tongue wander round her lips enjoying my taste. I watched her eyes from under those big black lashes and felt that I would do anything for this beautiful creature.
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