She watched me while I ate, spicy and most likely aphrodisiac food at a Chinese resto: Beef and meatballs in hot noodles, a large meat bun, iced tea. Immediately I was full. It was almost noon. I know she pictured me naked. Her lip-biting stare made me see her lips sliding on my Apollo with energetic, 20 year old gusto. But she was coy, waiting for me to speak.
“Let’s get outta here.”
“And then what’ll we do?”
“Just talk.”
Talk my buns. As soon as we got in I sought her lips. She didn’t want it. Soon I discovered, a kiss for her was for a loved one. I was not loved. I was a toy for her. She loved her husband more than me. Fair enough.
I pulled her blouse up and sucked her nips.
“No, I can’t do this.” Oh yes you can.
She now began to tussle my short hair. No resistance now when I undid her jeans and disrobed her, although I saw a hint of panic in her eyes. It was banished when I took everything off and my Apollo so handsomely erect.
“Oh my god, your cock!”
She sat as I knelt before her on the bed. Her hot, ticklish, wet, vibrating mouth woken me to afternoon delight. Man, she knows how to deepthroat. I felt for her labias, wet. I stopped her and did the Vibrating Frog Position.
“Oh my Tom!”
I slid Apollo into her Venus, her legs up and my legs folded under me, my heels erect, just like a frog, and so easily I pumped her for speeds like 150 mph. In no time she quaked and spasmed, her face a beauty of pleasure at being fucked secretly and efficiently. It was like that for two hours until I lied on my back and she aimed to make me come, in her mouth. She pushed my big head in her tight lips and sinewy tongue, I was watching her beautiful face enjoying me orally. I just let her, hands free. And then I blew, ounces of hot sperm. I told her not to swallow, but to just let it pour all over my Apollo. We slept, did an encore. She gave me 300 bucks.
