That was my evening.As he approached I trembled, but when he put his hands on my shoulders my reaction was instinctual. I dropped to my knees, looking...up at his massive chest as he directed his cock to my mouth. While I had sucked several cocks in the past, I had never been throat-fucked, and this man seemed to sense that, guiding my face and head with his fingers along my jaw, then throat, coaxing me slowly to swallow as he explored my throat with his cock. With each deeper insertion, I gazed. Well, out of the at least 9 people she’d already made me meet, 3 of them just wanted to suck me off, and out of the other 3 I had decent conversations with, I had another date with one of them and she was late. She didn’t even give me an excuse, she just said ‘sorry I’m late.’ A few hours later, it was nighttime, and still pouring. I was on my computer, looking for a good story to read, when my doorbell rang. I closed the window, and got up to answer it. I was wondering why someone would ring. He, like me, went to the gym ostensibly to keep fit but he had the underlying reason of wanting to make friends to fill the void in his life that followed the death of his wife from cancer. He wasn't always there for I discovered he had a job that took him away for periods of time but he struck a sad figure in the cafeteria whenever I saw him after I had finished my session and it didn't take long before we did indeed strike up a friendship which brightened both our lives considerably. He was. " I'm okay." He took her hand in his and brushed his lips over her palm."You should have caught the morning flight, gotten a night's sleep." No. I had to get back and see you. I missed you." He tugged her down so that she straddled his lap. "I slept on the plane."She laughed. "No, you didn't. You never sleep on planes." Well, I tried. That should count for something."Serena shook her head and he traced his finger over her lips as she looked at him with that quasi-smile that meant she was.