“This might be the best room,” I said to him. He walked further into the darkened room. While I surveyed the large screen, the big comfy couch and extensive movies on the shelves, he opened the sideboard to reveal a mini fridge and pulled us out a fresh beer each.

He stepped close to me as he handed me mine, clinking the tops of the bottles. He told me this was pretty cool, yes, but led me through to the next room, which was behind double doors and opened onto a fantastic bar area, complete with bar, pool table, more couches and a further open doorway to an airy conservatory. He finished the tour showing me the external door and flicking the outdoor light to reveal the patio and hot tub. I scoffed to him, “Yeah okay,” I said, “This is the best room.”

I noticed how near he sat to me again as we perched on bar stools and he told me how it just feels so empty when his wife is away. He kept saying she was away, but I knew there was more to it than that, I had stalked him on socials before agreeing to meet up, they had been separated for some time now, but I was happy to play along an happy to not get into details.

“How long till she gets home?” I asked looking him in the eye and drawing on my beer. He said something in reply, but his closeness to me was a distraction now and I smiled after he finished talking and said, “So what do you want to do?” His eyes widened a little with a little spark that made me tingle. “Or should I say, what do you want to do first?”

I stood up in fort of him and on reflex his hand went to my side, I wiggled under his touch, pulled my tee up from my shorts and his hand touched and caressed the satin top I had on underneath. The little groan he let out wows delightful. I had dressed as girlie as I dare, short shorts, tight tee and subtle make up. I was starting to think I had been too subtle until this moment.

He carried on like that, his hand soon joined by his other one and becoming more and more exploratory so I gave him a moan back to let him know I approved. His touch had that affect on me so that when I spoke next my voice was softer, a little higher, all pretense leaving me.

“Mmm that feels so good,” I told him, leaning in and letting my hand rest on his thighs. I unbuttoned my shorts and his hand went straight in, groping my tucked in cock (which felt so needy!) and pushed past and round so he was groping my bum. This pulled me closer yet to him and I leant in fully. Even sat down he was much taller than me and I rested my head against his should and moaned into his chest. This took my weight, I let go of his legs and undid his fly, reaching in and tugging get his cock free. This took some work, he was more worked up that I realised, but I am not complaining.

I pulled slowly on him as he groped me, feeling this thick helmet go tacky to the touch making me instantly wanting to test his pre-come. He grunted and twitched at my touch. “God, it’s big,” I moaned and moved back to look up into his eyes. They were wide and a little glazed, his lips seemed to move with each soft pull as he was holding back.

I smiled warmly at him and simply bent at my waist. I licked his his sticky top, pushing his foreskin back my lips and sucking him into my mouth. He was big, I was no just saying it, easily he filled my mouth with now effort. I backed on and off him, making it as wet as I could. I felt wedged into his body as he was still sat and to my pleasure, eager to lean down and continue touching me up. Eh had worked my shorts enough that they now fell down my legs. Looking down my body I could see the continuing glossy sheen of my underwear, the knickers matching the top (of course!).

I was gasping loudly now in time to him slipping the inch or two in and out of my mouth, letting him know I was enjoying it. I honestly thought he was going to blow his load and when this started to draw out I was not disappointed and enjoying having the time to test my reach on him. I am proud that what stopped me getting more of him in me was my face hitting his jeans, not my lack of ability.

For a moment he stopped and moved me back, looking me up and down, I blushed thinking about how I looked, pale skin, shiny camisole top and knickers, otherwise naked except my trainers. I stepped out of my fallen shorts as he pushed hid jeans fully down, the he sat back against the stool and leant back. His thick çock stood out an easy 8 inches and I knelt this time to make sure I was composed enough for him.

I managed more than I thought I would and even with my relaxed technique I still feel like there was not enough cock in my mouth. Not that he complained, he gently held my head and stroked my hair, playpen with it in fact, as I sucked him. This time when he worked up a rhythm I could tell it was different and he was going to come. I was desperate for his load now, but still glad I had to work him and make it happen.

Then his legs tensed up and I felt him almost flex in my mouth, his cock pulsing in swells of hardness and his moaning, oh my good did he sound good as he was promptly holding me tight and sending his come into my mouth and down my throat in hot throbbing pulses.

He stayed hard for a while and as I licked around his shaft, my tongue had more room and I stood letting him slip from my lips.

He tasted so good and smiled at me, saying nothing as he caught his breath. I felt so naughty stood there waiting for him to say something. I half walked and half skipped (I was riding such a buzz of excitement) back over to the bar and returned to him with two beers.

He drank some and then I looked at him once more, “Is where you tell me she is due home any minute and I have to go?” I was surprised at the genuineness of my tone and I my heart raced, desperately hoping he would not do that. And it was all I could do to not squeal a happy response as he told me how we were good for time.

“We have all weekend if you like,” he said…