"What about oral?" I asked cautiously."You want my mouth on your cock?" She asked. I sat quietly, averting my eyes."I thought you might," she said, "5... points sounds fair, I suppose." I looked up at her."I've got 50 points," I said."I know," she answered, "Is that what you want tonight?"I nodded. "Can you take your top off too?" I asked."Now you're getting the hang of it," she said ,"I can for an extra 10 points." Fine with me," I said, eagerly. I was so excited; I could feel my cock pulsing. How could I be sure he was OK with this? Would I have to talk to him?...She told me that she had been with two of his friends from out of town, old Uni buddies and that this was the first time she/they were considering trying to find a guy locally.At this point my head is spinning. She was super nice and had a great sense of humor from the messages back and forth. We then decided we needed to talk/see each other...that would basically be the deal breaker, as it always is. So we agreed to. "Hear that?" He jerked his thumb towards the sweary corridor. "She'dbeen doing that since half past eight when she went in there. Imaginehow I feel right now, imagine how much happier I'd be if I had a name toput to your face." I know it sounds fantastical, sarge, but that is me name. I were bornon May the 11th 1961 and I live at 85, Victoria Road in Ellerbank. I'mone of signallers at Black Cat Junction, on railway."They didn't believe me. Hardly surprising when I didn't believe itmyself.. " I winked.She laughed. "Okay, you're on." So," I said, "how about I put this stuff," I held up my bags, "in the car, listen to the radio for half an hour, and swing by here when I see you come out?"She grinned. "Works for me. See you in a while."I walked out to the car, deposited my packages, and listened to the local NPR station; Jazz on a Saturday Night was the program, and the DJ had selected nice, light (not to say smooth jazz) pieces that put me in the mood to be adventurous.At length, I.