She offered to only give me a friendly blowjob. That wouldn't do much harm, would it?
I'd seen her every time I walked up the street to drop off the mail. She smiled, a matronly i'm-single smile that let me know she saw my jeans, my bulge since I'd just been jerking off at home before rushing out.
Her dress was long but tight around her back. She saw me looking at her body. Turned and paused to let me look. Appreciate her a moment there on the street.
I made small talk the third time I saw her, and she invited me in for a cup of tea. I shouldn't.
Inside on the porch, open to the back walk and with birds overhead and unseen open windows beyond, she put her hand on my chest. I touched her collar and spread it open an inch. Saw her bra strap.
I pushed it aside.
She was expecting someone in an hour, a client. I had to get going as well. She put her hand on my cock, feeling my erection through my pants and offered me a friendly blowjob. She unzipped me and pulled it out. Licked the head and with years of experience behind her placed it in her mouth and softly but firmly sucked it, moving it in and out with a velvet touch and hand on my shaft, harder than it had ever been.
She pushed my pants down my thighs and let my cock and balls out. Looked up at me and loved my cock with her mouth. She mmmmed. My breath skipped a beat and I began to spasm. She knew it was coming and held on with her lips, her mouth, her tongue along the bottom of my cockhead and sucked out the tablespoon of my load as it oozed into her tight mouth.
She sucked it gone, my cock still slick with her saliva.
She stood up and kissed me, and I tasted my cum on her. Her tongue teased my lips, entered my mouth.
"Next time you will lick me, and I'll cum on you."
She smiled, straightened her dress and bra, and told me to get out.
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