“I wasn’t expecting to see you again,” she lied in her alluring, indeterminately European accent. “I felt like talking to you,” I retorted h...nestly. I liked listening to her talk, almost as much as I had enjoyed the brief charade of resisting her advances. She was mysterious, unknowable, foreign; yet she spoke English, fluently, eloquently even. Her lurid recollections bewitched me, as they were, viewed through a lens of hard knocks, of exploitation and sex as a tool of the rich and powerful.. Charlie awoke an hour or so later. The sun had peaked in the sky, and was on its way back down, dropping towards the ocean horizon. She stood up and stretched, scooping her clothes up and shoving them into the tote bag she had carried her beachwear in, slipped her shoes back on and headed back up the stairway to the small forest. At the top of the stairs, she saw the same small bird, which let out the same strange whirring noise, then fluttered away. Charlie meandered merrily through the. ‘Open.’ His voice made her shiver. She smiled and parted her lips, deliberately not far enough, and lightly sucked the fresh bumpy shape. He hummed appreciation, traced her bottom lip, then stilled. ‘Bite,’ he murmured. Again a slight shiver, and she coyly bit the tip of his strawberry. She thought she heard a faint groan as he took it away from her, then jumped a little when she felt the moist edge of the fruit sliding down her neck. She felt him warm and near, crowding her. She sat. " All thoughts of my gf, went out the window, and never once did I think to myself, "is this gay? I'm not gay, why am I allowing him to do this? Why haven't I stormed out of here?" If I ran this scenario through my head a day prior I would have thought that's exactly what I would have done. Probably right when the porno went on, but it didn't feel weird. It felt great. The first few seconds of him sucking my cock I knew that this was by far the best blowjob I had gotten. He had me cumming in no.