Her hair was blonde and was always tied up into a messy bun while mine was dark brown and curly as it cascaded past my shoulders down my back. She had...the body of an athlete while I looked just like you would expect a bookstore clerk would. My build was a bit softer and my glasses added to the whole bookish ensemble. Our biggest difference by far though was in our more sexy bits. Her tits were full and firm while mine were nice enough with a perky disposition but they couldn't hold a candle to. It's just a blow job; an anonymous blow job at a glory hole. He's nice. He's clean! There's no strings attached. It's just sex." You said that already," Melanie replied at last."There's no money involved; no games; no nothing but an orgasm. Okay?" Something you need. Something I can't give you any more, in other words," she said.I didn't reply."Well, then, go. I understand the need. I do. And," she began, and then paused, "I'm glad it's not with another woman. I was sure it was! I was sure it. While there are Cities of Green River in Utah and Wyoming, I didn't know that when I started this story. I have never been to Utah or Wyoming but it looks like a cool part of the USA. Smalltown seemed common enough and is fictitious. All names are common or ridiculously made up with no intention of being actual people. Most city names, schools, etc. have been yahoo searched to not exist. As stated elsewhere, if there is a problem, I will change it or remove it. Now on with the story.It is an. Then my flight gets cancelled and I've no idea when I can get home. And now I have to call my wife and tell her the "good" news.Emma is not going to be happy. We were supposed to go to a big gala put on by her company tonight. It was sort of a welcome for Tom Sullivan the new V.P. and my wife's new boss. As I said, Emma was not going to be a happy camper. If I wait any longer to call her it's just going to make it worse, I thought to myself."Hello," Emma answered."Hi Honey, it's me. There's a.