After an hour or so, Jerry looked at his watch, abruptly apologized about having to get an early night and before we knew it, Suzy and I werebeing ushered out into the street. It took me a moment to catch up with events but I managed to say, ‘It doesn’t seem that late to me. It’s unusual for Jerry to cry off so early. Would you like to come over to my place for a cup of coffee? I only live a few blocks away.’ ‘I’d love to,’ she said, ‘but I won’t bother with the coffee, thank you. It keeps me awake.’ We started walking. The night was surprisingly warm.
'Well, if you don't like coffee, perhaps I can get you something else.' I persisted feebly. She turned and looked up at me sideways as we walked. 'How much has Jerry told you about me?' My mouth opened and closed. I just couldn't say it straight out like that. Besides, he might beplaying a huge practical joke on us, although, when I thought about it, that wasn't like him. 'He said you were an unusually … gifted person.' I offered eventually.
She looked thoughtful a moment, then smiled and nodded. ‘Yes, that’s how I could imagine himtalking.’ she said. ‘How do you feel about it?’ I felt panicky; neither of us had still said anything explicit yet. It could still be a hugely embarrassing misunderstanding. However after a pause I managed to get out, ‘Yes, I’m interested.’ She took my arm and hugged it to her. ‘Oh, good. I’m glad.’
We walked on in silence, Suzy still holding onto my arm. We still hadn’t spoken when we crossed the quiet London square where I lived and arrived at my flat. I unlocked the street door and we waited for the antiquated lift. The moment we were inside it, Suzy turned to me as if about to speak, but instead pressed herself against me full length and cupped my belongings in her hand. She sighed and murmured into my shoulder, ‘Is this OK with you?’
I ummed, but put my arms around her until the lift reached my floor. As the doors opened we discretely separated, but once inside my flat she pounced on me again, catching one of my legsbetween her knees. After a moment she drew back. ‘Oh, I forgot to ask, does anyone else live here?’ ‘No, we’re all alone.’ I said. ‘Oh, good.’ She responded emphatically and flitted about, giving herself a quick tour. I intercepted her as she flew past, pulled her to me and tried to kiss her. She gently pushed me away, looking at me slightly wide eyed with a slow shake of her head. ‘No, that’s not on. We hardly know each other.’ Again I was puzzled as to just what we were supposed to be doing there. ‘I’m sorry …’ I began, but she was already on her knees in front of me. She looked up.
'Well I'm sorry if this seems rather strange to you, Mark. That's why I asked you what Jerry had said about me.' 'Well, he didn't go into a lot of details, but he said you liked to … that you liked … well, penises.' She threw her head back and laughed. 'Does the Pope shit in the woods?' she twinkled. It took me a few moments to get that one. 'Listen, Mark,' she went on looking more serious, 'I really like you. I mean it, even though we'veonly just met. I know you've been hurt recently; that's what Jerry said, anyway. And I don’t want to … to do anything that would make things worse. On an emotional level, I mean.' She paused amoment and looked up to see how I was doing. I nodded. 'I'm not offering to be your girlfriend or your lover. Please be very clear on that one. Nor do I want you to try to fuck me. In fact, I'dreally prefer it if you didn't even ask me. OK?'
What could I say? ‘Sure, that is OK with me. And if I’m honest with myself, I don’t think I’ll be ready for another relationship for quite some time. What would you like to do?’ ‘This.’ she said, nuzzling my crotch, running her hands up and down my thighs and onto my buttocks. I realized after a few moments that she was trying to open my zip with her teeth. It was my turn to laugh. ‘There are easier ways of doing that, you know.’ She smiled up at me. ‘Never could resist a challenge.’ And tried again. The zip started to come down but stuck half way as it usually does on those trousers. She brushed aside my helping hands. ‘I’m a big girl now. I like to do it all by myself.’ she said, quite firmly, then softened, ‘As long as that’s all right with you.’ All the same she finished off the zip with her hands.
'Help yourself,' I responded, 'I am putty in your hands.' 'Not for long, if I have anything to do with it.' she muttered, reaching inside my underpants. I loved her sense of humour. I loved how she could keep her sense of humour even when doing “serious” things like being incredibly sexy. I loved what she started doing to my dick. It had already begun to rise when she was fiddling with my zip but as she brought it out and began seriously stroking it with both hands it decided it was a good time to swell up in earnest. She rolled it all around her face, kissing it from time to time. I felt it continue growing and stiffening. 'How long since you last came?' she asked matter-of-factly.
Though I was taken aback by the question I couldn’t help responding to her directness, ‘Not since before I split up with my girlfriend. That’s over a week ago now. I just haven’t felt like it. Why?’ I thought I saw surprised, sad, calculating and concerned expressions competing together on her face. She seemed to reach a decision. ‘I think you’ll need a quickie first, then. Just to get back into the swing of things.’ I opened my mouth to protest at the implications of, “first”. I’d always thought of myself strictly as a once-a-night-is-enough (for the man) sort of person but I remembered what Jerry had said about Suzy’s expertise. Meanwhile Suzy swiftly stood, whirled around behind me and pressed herself full length against my back. Her hands came snaking round my hips, the right one seizing my dick and the other cradling my balls in the palm, fingertips reaching back underneath. She proceeded to masturbate me in a very business-like fashion with rapid and vigorous strokes of her arm, holding my by now straining dick between her thumb and three fingers. At the same time the fingertips of her left hand reached further back between my legs, pressing up firmly just behind my balls. Under that onslaught I came within half a minute. Suzy kept her left fingers pressing upwards for just a moment, feeling my spasms, before releasing and allowing my semen to spurt out.
'Well, if you don't like coffee, perhaps I can get you something else.' I persisted feebly. She turned and looked up at me sideways as we walked. 'How much has Jerry told you about me?' My mouth opened and closed. I just couldn't say it straight out like that. Besides, he might beplaying a huge practical joke on us, although, when I thought about it, that wasn't like him. 'He said you were an unusually … gifted person.' I offered eventually.
She looked thoughtful a moment, then smiled and nodded. ‘Yes, that’s how I could imagine himtalking.’ she said. ‘How do you feel about it?’ I felt panicky; neither of us had still said anything explicit yet. It could still be a hugely embarrassing misunderstanding. However after a pause I managed to get out, ‘Yes, I’m interested.’ She took my arm and hugged it to her. ‘Oh, good. I’m glad.’
We walked on in silence, Suzy still holding onto my arm. We still hadn’t spoken when we crossed the quiet London square where I lived and arrived at my flat. I unlocked the street door and we waited for the antiquated lift. The moment we were inside it, Suzy turned to me as if about to speak, but instead pressed herself against me full length and cupped my belongings in her hand. She sighed and murmured into my shoulder, ‘Is this OK with you?’
I ummed, but put my arms around her until the lift reached my floor. As the doors opened we discretely separated, but once inside my flat she pounced on me again, catching one of my legsbetween her knees. After a moment she drew back. ‘Oh, I forgot to ask, does anyone else live here?’ ‘No, we’re all alone.’ I said. ‘Oh, good.’ She responded emphatically and flitted about, giving herself a quick tour. I intercepted her as she flew past, pulled her to me and tried to kiss her. She gently pushed me away, looking at me slightly wide eyed with a slow shake of her head. ‘No, that’s not on. We hardly know each other.’ Again I was puzzled as to just what we were supposed to be doing there. ‘I’m sorry …’ I began, but she was already on her knees in front of me. She looked up.
'Well I'm sorry if this seems rather strange to you, Mark. That's why I asked you what Jerry had said about me.' 'Well, he didn't go into a lot of details, but he said you liked to … that you liked … well, penises.' She threw her head back and laughed. 'Does the Pope shit in the woods?' she twinkled. It took me a few moments to get that one. 'Listen, Mark,' she went on looking more serious, 'I really like you. I mean it, even though we'veonly just met. I know you've been hurt recently; that's what Jerry said, anyway. And I don’t want to … to do anything that would make things worse. On an emotional level, I mean.' She paused amoment and looked up to see how I was doing. I nodded. 'I'm not offering to be your girlfriend or your lover. Please be very clear on that one. Nor do I want you to try to fuck me. In fact, I'dreally prefer it if you didn't even ask me. OK?'
What could I say? ‘Sure, that is OK with me. And if I’m honest with myself, I don’t think I’ll be ready for another relationship for quite some time. What would you like to do?’ ‘This.’ she said, nuzzling my crotch, running her hands up and down my thighs and onto my buttocks. I realized after a few moments that she was trying to open my zip with her teeth. It was my turn to laugh. ‘There are easier ways of doing that, you know.’ She smiled up at me. ‘Never could resist a challenge.’ And tried again. The zip started to come down but stuck half way as it usually does on those trousers. She brushed aside my helping hands. ‘I’m a big girl now. I like to do it all by myself.’ she said, quite firmly, then softened, ‘As long as that’s all right with you.’ All the same she finished off the zip with her hands.
'Help yourself,' I responded, 'I am putty in your hands.' 'Not for long, if I have anything to do with it.' she muttered, reaching inside my underpants. I loved her sense of humour. I loved how she could keep her sense of humour even when doing “serious” things like being incredibly sexy. I loved what she started doing to my dick. It had already begun to rise when she was fiddling with my zip but as she brought it out and began seriously stroking it with both hands it decided it was a good time to swell up in earnest. She rolled it all around her face, kissing it from time to time. I felt it continue growing and stiffening. 'How long since you last came?' she asked matter-of-factly.
Though I was taken aback by the question I couldn’t help responding to her directness, ‘Not since before I split up with my girlfriend. That’s over a week ago now. I just haven’t felt like it. Why?’ I thought I saw surprised, sad, calculating and concerned expressions competing together on her face. She seemed to reach a decision. ‘I think you’ll need a quickie first, then. Just to get back into the swing of things.’ I opened my mouth to protest at the implications of, “first”. I’d always thought of myself strictly as a once-a-night-is-enough (for the man) sort of person but I remembered what Jerry had said about Suzy’s expertise. Meanwhile Suzy swiftly stood, whirled around behind me and pressed herself full length against my back. Her hands came snaking round my hips, the right one seizing my dick and the other cradling my balls in the palm, fingertips reaching back underneath. She proceeded to masturbate me in a very business-like fashion with rapid and vigorous strokes of her arm, holding my by now straining dick between her thumb and three fingers. At the same time the fingertips of her left hand reached further back between my legs, pressing up firmly just behind my balls. Under that onslaught I came within half a minute. Suzy kept her left fingers pressing upwards for just a moment, feeling my spasms, before releasing and allowing my semen to spurt out.