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I had put in most of the day at a BusinessLand downtown and was beat. I had parked at an underground garage that locked up at 8 pm, so I could avoid the rush hour traffic and unwind at a popular bar across the street. I got a seat at the bar behind a group that was on their way out, so the seat next to me soon opened up.
A woman in a business suit and short blonde hair took the stool next to me, and we struck up a pleasant conversation. We discovered to our amazement that we had some friends in common, and had both actually attended the same out-of-town wedding a few months earlier.
We were getting along famously, but I confessed that I had to get my car before the garage locked up. She said she had to go as well to pick up her son from some after-school activity. After I paid for our drinks, we both got up to leave. When she stood up, I was startled and blurted out "You're short!"
I know that was stupid, and that I was being a colossal jerk. I freely admit to being a jerk. I'm a man, and all men are jerks; we vary in degrees of jerkiness, but we're all jerks. It might have something to do with testosterone. On this particular occasion, however, I was being extraordinarily jerky. In my defense though, I was very surprised. I'm 6'2" and she was probably about 4'9" or so. ... in heels.
She replied "Yeah. Is that a problem?" I backtracked with all my might, trying to lessen how offensive my comment might have been, but as we left, I had to admit that, yes, it was a problem for me. As we walked along the street, I explained to her that I've gotten close to short women in the past, but when we got more intimate, they had trouble with my large cock. I wasn't interested in getting involved with short women so I wouldn't go through that pain again, not to mention avoiding hurting a woman I ended up caring about. It was just easier to avoid the company of short women in the first place.
I confessed that I was very attracted to her, but didn't think that we had much of a future together. She said she was attracted to me as well, and was intrigued by the bulge in my trousers.
She asked "So how large are you?" to which I responded "Nine and a half inches ... Well that's not exactly true" and she said "I didn't think so". I continued "It's actually only nine and three eights inches, but nobody's ever called me a liar for an eighth of an inch."
We're walking along, past an alley, when she takes my hand and says "C'mon." She drags me into what turns out to be a large courtyard of loading docks and dumpsters surrounded by multiple unrelated office buildings. It's amazingly clean and tidy. (Thank you, Browning-Ferris Industries.)
She pulls me between two dumpsters, and squats down. I am flabbergasted. This intelligent, classy woman is opening my fly and pulling my cock out while we're standing between dumpsters in the middle of the city.
I don't get many blowjobs. Generally, when a woman sees my cock, putting it in her mouth may not be the first thing that comes to mind. I get it. I have fun in other ways. But when it does happen, I especially appreciate it.
And she's good.
She gags a few times, but gets the hang of it. Though she never actually deep throats me, she tries, and seemed to be genuinely disappointed that she couldn't.
I gently hold her face in my hands, and slide her mouth up and down on my cock. She slides her hand in my fly, pulls out my balls and caresses them. I can't take anymore, and I cum as she rolls my balls in one hand and squeezes the base of my cock in the other.
When she's finished, I lean against one of the dumpsters. She stands up, says "Call me." and walks away. Finally, I put my cock away, and go back out on the street. I look up and down but can't see her anywhere. I get back to the garage just in time to get my car, and on the way home I realize that I never got her number.
I tell our common friend of this incredible woman I met. I describe her and where we met, but he and his new wife can't place her from my description. That BusinessLand closed shortly after that, and I never had occasion to go back there.
A woman in a business suit and short blonde hair took the stool next to me, and we struck up a pleasant conversation. We discovered to our amazement that we had some friends in common, and had both actually attended the same out-of-town wedding a few months earlier.
We were getting along famously, but I confessed that I had to get my car before the garage locked up. She said she had to go as well to pick up her son from some after-school activity. After I paid for our drinks, we both got up to leave. When she stood up, I was startled and blurted out "You're short!"
I know that was stupid, and that I was being a colossal jerk. I freely admit to being a jerk. I'm a man, and all men are jerks; we vary in degrees of jerkiness, but we're all jerks. It might have something to do with testosterone. On this particular occasion, however, I was being extraordinarily jerky. In my defense though, I was very surprised. I'm 6'2" and she was probably about 4'9" or so. ... in heels.
She replied "Yeah. Is that a problem?" I backtracked with all my might, trying to lessen how offensive my comment might have been, but as we left, I had to admit that, yes, it was a problem for me. As we walked along the street, I explained to her that I've gotten close to short women in the past, but when we got more intimate, they had trouble with my large cock. I wasn't interested in getting involved with short women so I wouldn't go through that pain again, not to mention avoiding hurting a woman I ended up caring about. It was just easier to avoid the company of short women in the first place.
I confessed that I was very attracted to her, but didn't think that we had much of a future together. She said she was attracted to me as well, and was intrigued by the bulge in my trousers.
She asked "So how large are you?" to which I responded "Nine and a half inches ... Well that's not exactly true" and she said "I didn't think so". I continued "It's actually only nine and three eights inches, but nobody's ever called me a liar for an eighth of an inch."
We're walking along, past an alley, when she takes my hand and says "C'mon." She drags me into what turns out to be a large courtyard of loading docks and dumpsters surrounded by multiple unrelated office buildings. It's amazingly clean and tidy. (Thank you, Browning-Ferris Industries.)
She pulls me between two dumpsters, and squats down. I am flabbergasted. This intelligent, classy woman is opening my fly and pulling my cock out while we're standing between dumpsters in the middle of the city.
I don't get many blowjobs. Generally, when a woman sees my cock, putting it in her mouth may not be the first thing that comes to mind. I get it. I have fun in other ways. But when it does happen, I especially appreciate it.
And she's good.
She gags a few times, but gets the hang of it. Though she never actually deep throats me, she tries, and seemed to be genuinely disappointed that she couldn't.
I gently hold her face in my hands, and slide her mouth up and down on my cock. She slides her hand in my fly, pulls out my balls and caresses them. I can't take anymore, and I cum as she rolls my balls in one hand and squeezes the base of my cock in the other.
When she's finished, I lean against one of the dumpsters. She stands up, says "Call me." and walks away. Finally, I put my cock away, and go back out on the street. I look up and down but can't see her anywhere. I get back to the garage just in time to get my car, and on the way home I realize that I never got her number.
I tell our common friend of this incredible woman I met. I describe her and where we met, but he and his new wife can't place her from my description. That BusinessLand closed shortly after that, and I never had occasion to go back there.
Mikhaela
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