Front
Porch BJ
On
my way home one night from being out with the girls, I got a text from a guy I
met on G. It was about 11pm and he
wanted to know if I was available. I
responded back that I was actually on my way home from an evening out with a
few of my girlfriends.
It
was a cool fall night, drizzling rain, and a bit foggy out. I quickly pulled over and asked him to text
me his address so I could see if I was close or not. I didn’t want
to agree that I’d go to his place if he didn’t live close.
After
receiving his text, I plugged his address into the map app on my phone and
realized I was just a short drive down the road from his place. So I eagerly agreed to go to his place. Obviously it was 11pm so I was assuming it
was a late night booty cool.
I
had just recently started growing my hair out so it was still pretty short but
long enough to look like a short tomboy hair cut. I had decided to wear a tight black body suit
that night, skinny leg jeans, and black pumps.
I had on a short tan jacket over top to complete my look.
Some
of my friends told me I looked like a lipstick lesbian with my short hair. We all laughed about it.
So
a few minutes later, I arrived at his house and pulled into the driveway. It was a typical residential home, in a
typical suburban neighborhood. As I
pulled into the driveway, I noticed that were already two vehicles parked
there. A red Jeep with big tires, I love
big tires, and a small car.
So
I pulled in behind the Jeep and hurried to the front door since it was lightly
raining. Just as I stepped onto the
front porch, he opened the door and greeted me outside. He looked just as his pictures, which is a
good start in the dating app world, and gave me a big hug.
As
I tried to walk past him and go inside, since it was cool and raining outside,
he whispered, “We have to stay out here, my wife is
sleeping up stairs.”
“OMG, what? You’re
married,” I replied.
“Ya, I just want you to give me a BJ out here on the porch,”
he whispered.
“Are you crazy? You
never told me you were inviting me over and your wife was here. Someone will see us if they drive by and it’s
cold out here,” I argued back.
“No one will see us.
It’s dark out and no body drives down this street late at night,” he said back.
Just
as I started to continue to resist his advances, he grabbed my hand and pulled
it down to his cock. It was fully
throbbing and ready to burst. He had
been masturbating while he was waiting for me and he was ready to explode at
any minute.
He
said, “I’m already so close, just put it in
your mouth for a minute. I’m so close
baby.”
Just
as he said that, he reached up with both his hands and forcefully pushed me
down to his cock. So there I was at
11:10pm at night, squatting down in my heels and with a throbbing cock in my
mouth. He grabbed a hold of the back of
my head, which only means one thing in the blow job world, he was going to make
me swallow.
Just
as he stated, he was close and shot a huge load down my throat in just minutes. He was trying to muffle his excitement but it
didn’t work. He groaned so loud and gave me a couple good
throat pumps to get every last drop out of his swollen shaft. After
removing his bulbous head from my throat and allowing me to swallow the rest of
his salty treat, he bent down and kissed the top of my head.
He
thanked me for the good job I did but I wasn’t able
to respond since he shoved his semi erect cock back into my mouth. I just mumbled “Aha” and shook my head in
acceptance. After I could taste the last
remaining drop of his cum drip onto my tongue, I slowly stood up and hugged
him.
He
thanked me again and said to please leave quietly. So I tiptoed back to my car and backed out of
the driveway with my headlights off. I
slowly drove away and turned on my headlights a few houses down the road. It was only 11:20pm and I was again, back on
my original route back home for the night.
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