He read a lot, loved music of all kinds, and got every reference I threw at him. I told him how much I hated living in Los Angeles, the failures of my...relationship with Jason. I pressed him for details on his attempts to climb Mt. Rainier, about his weekend boat trips in altered states with his friends. He worried about what I ate, and suggested books I might like.I started to keep my personal IM client open while I showed strangers my body, and he chatted with me the whole time, making. Thelight came from behind - drowning details while enclosing him in a soft,bright outline.'No shit,' he thought, turning left and right, wondering at the mirage.He was very aware of the suggestive tightening around his chest andhips. The fingers of his free hand touched the little cup between hisclavicles, trying to still the hammering throb that rose from hisribcage.Then he saw the bulge.It was an insistent presence right at the center of his crotch pushingout the flimsy fabric of the narrow. Mark pulled my hair back for a better view. “Those sexy red lips look so hot on my dick baby, ahhh that’s it suck it…oh yessss, that’s it, don’t stop, oh fuccccck” he groaned as he spurted his cum in my mouth. I kept sucking till the last drop hung on the tip of his cock and licked it off as I looked up at him. “Gawd damn honey that was awesome, thanks.” He hissed. “Thank YOU.” I replied. We exchanged a little peck on the lips and Mark walked out of the. We leave the bathroom and start walking toward the bedroom. "No," she says. "There," and points to my couches. "I want you to sit on that one, and I'll sit on this one." I bring her back her wine glass, I take mine, and we sit. "You're going to look at me and touch yourself, and I'm going to look at you and touch myself. When I say, we can touch." Shit. I haven't been less than 2/3 hard since we got to my apartment and my cock is already starting to ache a bit (of course, her incredible footjob.