Here's one of my wettest stories. Fifteen years ago, I had been chatting with a man online for a few months. The chat was mostly just getting-to-know-you kind of stuff. At some point, the chemistry was evident. He got a little bolder. Asked if he could call. We talked about a few things on the phone and the flirting was undeniable. After a few calls, he suggested things like... me tasting myself. I was new at this. But when I tasted that sweetness, I was hooked! I had that man calling me nearly every day to tell me to taste myself! And we both loved it. As it turns out, he eventually had a day off and I was only about 40 minutes away from him. We thought it might be fun to meet. I was working that day, so we decided to have him come to my place of employment. A train museum. We had never met. In fact, I'm not sure we had even seen photos of one another. I told him to meet me in the gift shop.
When he arrived, I was stunned. He was good looking, for sure. But the overwhelming energy between us was, instant! I pretended to be stocking a shelf. He came up behind me and pressed his body against mine. I could feel that he was hard already. He kissed my neck. I turned my head and he kissed me full on the mouth. At this point, one of the tour guides walked in. He said, "Hmmm... something is going on here. Would you two like a key to one of the... exclusive exhibits?" I blushed and said, "Sure."
We proceeded to the locked exhibit barn where a number of luxury train cars resided. I pretended to show him around, but it didn't take long for us to find a sexy spot. We got right to it. I swifty unzipped him and started sucking. I wanted that cock in my mouth and I wanted it now! He was pleasantly surprised. In fact, he insisted on sweeping his hands into my bra and squeezing my nipples. And then, fingering my pussy and tasting the sweetness we had so often discussed. It didn't take long for him to cum. When he did, I swallowed every drop. The sounds of pleasure that emitted from his mouth were clearly new to him. After the warm fluid stopped flowing, I continued to suck and lick until I was sure there was nothing left.
As we left the museum, he told me he had never had such an experience in his life. I told him, "Neither have I."
We're still in touch. He tells me that what he remembers most is how wet I was and ... my eyes as I looked at him while sucking his cock.
Many years and many experiences later, I've become an expert at the job they call blow. And now looking for partners to make new stories.
