Barry II

When the phone rang my mind started going a million miles a minute. ‘What should I say; what can I say that won’t make me sound stupid; what will he say; will he want to continue our game or take it further? “Hello?”

“Hi Elizabeth. I was a little surprised when I got that first text message from you. I was feeling a little depressed because I missed out on the car that I was bidding on when my phone binged. Imagine my surprise when just after reading the email saying that someone outbid me I check my phone and there is a topless picture of my son’s ex girlfriend.”

“I guess it would have been a little unexpected.” I said.

“Even though my wife was in the other room,” he continued “I had to pull it out and jerk off”

That made me giggle like a schoolgirl and I could feel the blood rush to my cheeks. “Would you like to grab dinner or something?” I asked.

“Of course I would,” he answered. “My wife’s in the Hamptons for the next two weeks for an office retreat so we can do it anytime.”

“I’d like to see you soon,” I said. “How’s this weekend?”

“I’ll make some reservations somewhere and get back to you soon.”

The following night when I got home from work my phone went off. Before answering I saw that it was Barry and got a little wet. “Hi Barry.”

“Hello,” he said. I’ve made some reservations for Saturday at seven.”

“We can wait until Saturday to see one another or you can come over tonight,” I said. “Just talking with you is making me wet.”

There was a pause on the other end. When he came back he sounded like an excited kid planning his his trip to the candy store. “Just let me get dressed and I’ll be right over. You still live on 86th right?”

After explaining that I still did live on 86th I set out to frantically clean my apartment. I knew that Barry and his wife were well off and they probably had a cleaner clean their house so I didn’t want him to see that I lived like a slob.

After the place was clean I had to decide how I was gonna greet him at the door. Should I greet him as I was, put on a slutty outfit, naked under my housecoat or something else. After considering all of my options I decided to put on some sexy lingerie with some fishnet stockings. When he gets to the door I’ll just tell him to come in and meet me on the couch.

Shortly after I changed my intercom buzzed. As I was letting Barry into the apartment building I told him to just let himself into my apartment.

I sat back on the couch, crossed my legs and wondered about his big cock. I wondered about holding it, feeling it inside of me and tasting it. I even wondered about him pulling out midway through so I could taste myself on him before he slid back into my pussy.

Just then I heard my door swing open. I called out “Barry, I’m in here.”

He came around the corner wearing a designer suit and carrying a very expensive bottle of wine.
Perhaps he had more money than I had initially wondered.

He held up the bottle of wine and asked “Where are your glasses?”

“They are in cupboard to the left of the oven,” I answered.

When he came back to the living room he was carrying two wine glasses and his blazer was open. He poured us each a glass of wine and sat next to me. He said “Oh my God you look good. Perhaps I should strip to my underwear to fit in with your look.”

“Perhaps you should,” I answered.

I watched as he stood up and undressed. When he took off his shirt I was pleasantly surprised. The dark selfies and the mirror selfies with glare didn’t do him justice. His arms were muscular and you could have grated cheese on his six pack. When he opened his slacks he just let them fall to the floor. He already had a hard on and it was sticking out of the opening in the front of his boxers. He was bigger than he appeared in the pictures.

He sat next to me, put his arm over my shoulders, pushed my hair to the side and kissed my neck. After a while he put his hand on chin and turned my head so I was facing him. He kissed me as he reached behind me and unclipped my bra. After he had pulled it off he just stared at my tits.

I grew tired of waiting for him to make the next move so I put my hand behind his head and pushed his face against my tit so he’d suck on the nipple. As he was sucking on me I reached down and held his cock as I had imagined doing a short while before. As I was holding his big, rock hard cock in my hand I made circular motions on the head with my thumb.

When he started moaning I pushed his face off of me, stood up and told him to take off his boxers. Once they were off I knelt in front of him and began licking his cock. I licked him from his ball sack, up the shaft and over the head. I did that a few times before focusing just on the head. I licked it all over until it was covered with my spit, mixed with his pre cum.

When the head was dark and he was ready to cum I put him in my mouth and bobbed my head while holding the base of his cock. It didn’t take him long before there was a volcanic cum eruption in my mouth.

When he was done and he pulled out I opened my mouth so he could see his big puddle of cum before I swallowed it.

As he was sitting there catching his breath he pulled me to my feet and kissed me. “Thanks,” he said. “It’s been forever since I’ve had a blowjob that good.”


NSFW: yes

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