Unless You Just Want A Blowjob

Texting Jenny, hi baby, are you free for half an hour at twelve o’clock? The phone silent for a minute, then beeping. Message from Jenny, hi baby, I’m on a period, sorry, unless you just want a blowjob, come round, you promised you’d do that anyway when you didn’t cum last time so I could finish you off.

Enticing, this image of Jenny in clothes ministering to my male needs. Loving her, for her sexual straightforwardness and warmth. Nevertheless, declining the offer, what I love about her even more than blowjobs is the feel of her nakedness and her tastes and skin. Texting her, let’s meet up when your period’s over, tomorrow?, day after?. The phone beeping again, her response. Tomorrow should be fine.

And now today, ten minutes early, strolling around her streets. Taking a quick detour into a supermarket, buying a bunch of flowers for a fiver. Waiting at her door for her to come down to collect me. Her face peeping around it, breaking into a smile, giving me a hug, kissing me on the lips. Her body offering itself through a white teeshirt, thrusting slightly into me.

Proffering the flowers. Jenny taking them in half surprise, giving me an extra hug. Leading me up the stairs. Chatting like an old friend, the weather, the birdsong, other pleasures of a London spring. Getting into her room, Jenny plonking the flowers in an old carafe, filling it with water. Her smiles, those of a woman valued for being the person she is, treated like a fellow human, her profession a secondary issue.

Peeling off the teeshirt, her sole item of clothing. Waiting for me on the bed whilst I undress. Pulling my naked body toward her, pushing me on my back, taking my cock immediately in her mouth, licking it into hardness. Clambering over my face for me to lick her, her pussy’s clean smells overlaid slightly with the metallic aftermath of yesterday’s period. Her sphincter soft and stretched and smooth against my stroking fingers.

My body tautening, Jenny’s tongue on my cock guiding its energies. Spellbound with her colorations and curvatures and smells. Suddenly, that silent final inevitability. The spasm of release. Jenny’s tongue flicking my tip, playing with the jet of sperm, imbibing. My body’s stiffness departing, a heavenly peace descending.

Jenny unwinding her body, coming to lie next to me, hugging. Stroking my hair back, kissing my forehead, hey baby that’s good, I love it when you cum like that.