Jumping Back in to the Pool

This story is based on an encounter I had a while ago. The thing that has stayed with me about this encounter is the terrified pounding of his chest. It added a whole new level to the encounter. When I saw this week’s prompt I knew the story was made for it.

Shane sat looking st his drink. Behind him a glass wall hid the workings of a typical working class pub. In front of him Sunday night traffic ambled past. Everything seemed so calm, so mundane and ordinary as the world went about its Sunday night business but his own head was spinning with questions; “what if she doesn’t come?”, “What if she laughs in my face?”, “What the hell am I doing?”

A woman walked along the footpath in front of him looking intently at him. Shane’s heart almost jumped out of his chest. His earlier worry about her recognising him flew out the window, he know it was her; more disturbingly, she knew it was him. Shane’s heart felt as if it was going to pound out of his chest, it seemed as if he had to force himself to breathe as she walked towards him. By contrast she seemed so calm, as if she did this every day.

He stood to greet her and she smiled as she introduced herself. He felt as if the world was spinning out of control but she seemed so calm. Worse, she seemed interested in him. The next 30 minutes were a blur, all Shane could think about was how amazing she looked and how awkward and stupid he felt. He heard himself telling her about his whole life and saw her smiling and nodding but it was as if it wasn’t him. After a while she seemed to get fidgety, as if she was starting to get bored but he was at a loss. What now? It seemed weird to say “lets go back to my place to fuck” but that is what he wanted to say. How did he do this back in the day?

Then he remembered he had never done this. He had never been that lad. He had met his wife in high school. And now he was here doing this thing. Who the hell meets a married woman in a pub to suss each other out before you go and have sex? Especially when your own wife is home with your daughter two thousand miles away. Except she isn’t your wife anymore. His heart thundered in his chest making it hard to breathe. His train of thought was suddenly interrupted by a weird feeling. Startled, he looked across the table at a pair of piercing blue eyes looking intently at him. He realised she had asked a question and was now waiting for an answer.

“Sorry?” He hadn’t thought it would be possible to be more nervous but now it felt as if his ribs were barely containing his heart.

There was a slight flicker of an undefined emotion in her eyes but her smile was genuine as she repeated herself, “Soooooo are we going to sit here all night?”

This was it, the moment he had been hoping for, and yet now he realised it was the moment he had been fearing.

“Let’s go back to mine,” he heard a voice say. It seemed to come out of his mouth but he didn’t know how he said it.

She smiled and collected her things. “It is just around the corner, I actually walked here so I can ride with you and show you the way,” his voice continued to surprise him.

Then, somehow they were sitting on the couch of his rented apartment. She was sitting so close to him with her hand on his thigh. The smell of her was intoxicating. When he reached out to touch her he could feel is own hand tremble. It was like he was a teenage virgin touching his girlfriend for the first time. A small smile played around her lips as she ran her hand up his thigh towards his crotch. He felt as if he was going to jump out of his skin as her fingers grazed his cock through his pants.

Without a word she sank onto her knees in front of him. It seemed strange, why was she down there? Then her fingers fumbled with his belt and he realised. Quickly, glad of something to do with his hands he helped her open his pants. Her hands felt warm as she eased his cock out into the light.

It had been so long since another woman had seen this. It had been even longer since he had a woman at his feet about to do this to him. It felt like he was in a dream. Her lips parted and touched his foreskin it felt as if electricity jolted though his groin. A long slow breath escaped his lips as her tongue slid under the soft sensitive skin, teasing the head underneath. He felt the heat of the blood rushing into his groin. He wanted to touch her head but he was terrified that it would break the spell. His cock swelled out of its foreskin spilling her mouth and she pushed her lips down his shaft enveloping him in warm soft wetness.

Every nerve in his body was straining towards his groin. He was completely unaware of anything that was happening around him. His whole consciousness was focussed on the long forgotten feeling of her mouth sliding up and down his cock. His arousal swelled inside him building towards a conclusion that was familiar but somehow different.

His mind was conflicted. He wanted to stay in this warm aroused state. He wanted to watch her head moving up and down his shaft, tilting every now and then to look him in the eye. He wanted to stay enveloped in the warm wetness and gentle pulling of her lips but he knew it would not last. It had been too long. A small sound escaped his lips and panic began to rise in his chest. How could he warn her of the inevitable? He realised he couldn’t stop himself now even if he wanted to. He pulled away from her but she wrapped her arm around his hips to hug him closer.

The feeling of his climax was building deep in his groin, he let himself surrender to the sensation. Did he imagine it or was she encouraging him by sucking harder and deeper. He would never know. Heat exploded through his body and pulsed out of the end of his cock. Some primitive sound exploded from his mouth and filled the room.

Then it was over. Slowly she let his cock slide from her lips. A dribble of his cum sat st the corner of her mouth as she smiled triumphantly up at him. It was the most amazing thing he had ever seen. In that perfect moment he felt fulfilled in a way that he hadn’t for a very long time.

Then the reality of what had happened hit him. His chest filled with triumph as it had when he had lost his virginity all those years ago. This was the second woman who had ever sucked him and it felt good.

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gemmi72

Wife, swinger, blogger. An ordinary woman living life one day at a time dealing with the complications of moonlighting as a sex goddess.

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