Business Among Friends

KATIE

Oh, I heard. I just want to see if he’ll say it again.

We connected right away. I don’t know if it’s his cologne, his smile, or the way he acts in front of me, but I like what I’m seeing.

When he was lightly touching my back, it gave me goosebumps. He was making me wet just touching my lower back.

We take a seat on my sofa. I look up at him, and he’s still blushing from the comment he made.

“Don’t worry about that,” I say. “I really had a great night tonight. I’m going to give my assistant a weekend off soon because she was the one who accepted the date with you.”

“Really?” he says.

“Yeah. I’m going to be honest here. I wasn’t looking forward to the date. I’ve been a widow for almost a year and wasn’t ready to date yet,” I say as I start to giggle.

“I even tried to find you on the criminal database, looking for a way out. But Christine pushed me to do this, and I’m grateful,” I say, hiding behind my drink.

“This was a good blind date for me tonight as well. So, did you find anything on me?” he says with one eyebrow up.

I evade the question. “So, what made you pick me? Why me over the hundred other profiles?”

“There was something about your profile picture that I was attracted to. Something I saw in your eyes. That, and I think you lied about your age.

“There is no way you’re forty-nine. I would’ve said late thirties or early forties,” he says as he takes a drink.

“You’re sweet.” I stand up and look down at him. “Honey,” I put my hands on my hips, “I’m all forty-nine years old. Some days I feel younger.”

I take a seat back down on the sofa and sit a little closer to him. “I’m glad you didn’t use any one-liners on me. Because I work in a restaurant, and I’ve heard them all.”

“Bet you never heard this one,” he says.

“Okay, go for it.”

“I bet your parents are retarded, because you sure look special,” he says.

I laugh so hard I fall over, touching the inside of his thigh.

“You’re right, I never heard that one.”

I realize that where I’m touching his thigh, my pinky is touching the head of his penis. I look at him and his eyes are huge.

I slowly move my hand over to touch the whole package. He holds my gaze.

I put my drink down on the table and lean in for a kiss. He leans in and our lips barely touch, but I can feel the warmth. A spark goes off in my head that goes directly to my pussy.

He puts his drink down and kisses me again. This time my tongue finds his bottom lip, then he gives me his tongue. He puts his hand behind my head and kisses me harder. Our breathing starts to get crazy.

He pulls away and looks at me. I look in his eyes.

“I want this,” I tell him.

He smiles and kisses me again. I get off the sofa and straddle him, sitting on his legs. I grab his face and plant a wet, passionate kiss with my tongue.

He takes both his hands and grabs my hips, squeezing them. I slowly pull my dress up so he can touch my ass, but he stays on my hips.

I take his hands and make him grab my ass. He puts each hand on my ass cheeks and squeezes again.

While he plays with my ass, I start to unbutton his shirt while still kissing him hard. He leans forward so I can take off his shirt. I throw it over my shoulder.

I look down at his chest, and… Wow, he works out, I say to myself.

He has a six-pack with a V that points down. I start to run my hands over his chest and work my way down to his abs. I go back to his chest and squeeze.

He starts to pull my dress over my head. I raise my arms up and he stops. I can’t see anything, and my arms are stuck above my head. Next thing I feel is a wet, warm tongue lightly touching my nipples.

A moan falls from my lips as he starts sucking on my breasts. I’m able to pull my dress all the way off. I look down to see him holding my boobs, sucking on each nipple separately.

I take his head and push him closer to suck harder.

“Oh my god,” I say out loud as he nibbles gently on my nipples.

“These things are so hard they could cut glass,” he says as he holds my tits together and looks at them.

My nipples are so hard they’re hurting. I wanted to feel his mouth on them again. I pull his face away and stick my tongue in his mouth.

I get off his lap, kneeling on the floor in front of him. I start to undo his belt and unbutton his pants. He picks up his ass so I can pull them off. He’s not wearing any underwear. I look up at him.

He shrugs. “I don’t like wearing underwear.”

I get his pants all the way off and throw them over my shoulder. I grab his cock and look at it. He manscapes; he has no hair on his balls. As I slowly stroke his cock, it starts to get bigger.

Man-O-Mighty, he’s endowed.

I bend down and lick his perfectly shaven balls, then start to work the sides of his cock to get it wet. A low moan escapes his mouth.

I look up at him while holding him in my hand, and he’s looking back at me, watching every move I make. I take the head and give it a kiss. Pre-cum oozes out the tip. I take my tongue and lick it off.

I look up again, and he’s sitting there with his mouth open. I open my mouth and take him as far as I can go.

He clutches the sofa cushion as I go up and down on his pole. I’m starting to speed up when I get a tap on the shoulder. I pull myself off his cock and hold it while looking up at him.

“I’m sorry, but it’s been nearly four years since I’ve had sex with anyone, and watching you…I’m about to explode. That’s way too soon for me,” he says with a little embarrassment.

“I completely understand. It’s been over a year for me. I must have gotten a little carried away when I held your cock in my hand,” I say as I slowly stroke his cock to keep it hard.

“What’s your recovery time to get hard again?”

“Wow. I haven’t been able to do that since my early twenties. When it did happen, I was back in the game in ten minutes,” he says.

“Really! Wanna give it a try? If you do and can’t get it up again, I won’t get mad. This night has been awesome from the beginning.”

Before he can answer, I have my mouth all over his cock, getting it wet again. I keep a good, steady stroke while going up and down with my mouth.

This goes on for a couple more minutes longer than I thought he would last when I hear, “I’m going to come.”

I make him stand up, then I place my left arm under my boobs to prop them up and start jerking him off while my mouth is on his head.

The first shot hits the back of my throat, then I pull my head away and swallow, shooting the rest on my tits. Load after load comes out, covering both my tits with his orgasm.

He stops coming and I take my mouth and lick what’s left. I let go of him, and he falls back on the sofa exhausted, like I just sucked the energy out of him.

I rub his seed onto my chest so it doesn’t drip on the carpet and take a seat next to him. I reach over and pick up our drinks, handing him his. We both take a sip.

“Why is it I’m naked and you’re still in your panties,” he says.

I look at him and smile, then stand up and pull them off. I lay them on his chest and walk away. I start walking toward my bathroom. From the sofa, he can see everything I’m doing in the bathroom.

I normally close the doors when I shower, even living alone. But tonight is a special night. I leave them open, because I want him to join me in the shower.

I turn around and look back at him, and he’s still sitting there, watching me. I turn the water on to the shower and got in.