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Chapter 8 - The Meeting We decided to go back downstairs, not wanting either a Pole Dance or a karaoke session. The party was in full session with loud music and lighting effects everywhere. Alex took it all in her stride, but Anne and I felt a little out of our depth. The lighting they had certainly had an effect on my clothes, with the glowing stripes on my top, lips and nails much admired. We called it a night about two in the morning and took a taxi home to the flat, dropping Anne off on the way. Alex and I sat up for another couple of hours drinking coffee and chatting before turning into bed ourselves. It was after lunch when I awoke, and went down in my negligee to find Anne in the Kitchen looking rather the worse for wear. "You should have stayed at home," I said, "I can look after myself, you know! Where's Alex?" "Oh, she went about an hour ago, something about going shopping! I just need to do a few things, then I'll go home again, if that's alright! My throat is really hurting, I think its trying to talk over the sound of all that loud music that's done it!" "Yes," I said, "I know what you mean! What did you think of it then, the club?" "Well, it was much bigger than I expected, but he must be coining it in with all that stuff going on - I mean, it was packed on the dance-floor and even when we left at 2, there were still people arriving! Then there's all that stuff upstairs, Karaoke, pole dancing, lap dancing, private rooms, he must be worth a fortune!" "Well at least I know what it's like now when I go and see him," I said, "there will be nothing that I can't handle from that point of view!" The door bell went. Anne went and found that it was Alex back from the shops, still wearing her halter-necked mini, and boots, but with a white leather jacket over the top. "You haven't been to the shops dressed like that, have you?" "Yes, why-ever not!" "But surely you would get lots of looks and wolf-whistles?" "Absolutely, I would have been disappointed if I hadn't!" "Alex!" I scolded. "Actually one guy got a slap in the face from his partner for staring at me too much," said Alex, "so I must be doing something right!" "Did you get anything nice?" "No, just some odds and ends, but I thought you might like this," she said handing Anne a bag. "It's the monthly colour supplement from the newspaper Victoria went to see. There's a feature on the Opening Night of the Opera. I thought you might be interested to see it!" Anne took the bag and slid the magazine out from inside and looked at the cover. Her face turned to one of shocked surprise! "Oh... My... God... Victoria!" was all she said, then, turning the cover around, she held it up for me to see. The headline simply read "TOSCA!", then at the bottom of the page "Full Pictures Inside" but then between the two lines of text, covering almost the full page was a picture of me in my purple ball-gown with my blond updo, standing outside the doors of the Opera House. My mouth opened and then closed again. "That is some dress," said Alex, "and doesn't she fill it well too!" "Perfectly," said Anne, "and that's your first ever front cover! Some models go a whole career and never get a front cover!" "But...... !" "And there's more inside," said Alex, "there's one of you with Cindy, Ray and some other guy! Then there's another of you in the "Best and Worst dressed section"!" "Oh, please tell me I'm not in the worst dressed section?" I said. "That would be just too embarrassing!" "Er... No! They really like what you are wearing, in fact, you are No.1 in their opera best dressed list!" said Alex. "Cindy is going to be so delighted," said Anne, "and so is Stella. You've probably repaid all their expenses with that one cover shot alone! Stella will have a blow-up of you in that dress in her shop for months and months and I bet Cindy will have too!" "But look at my front, I'm practically falling out of it. They are so large, do I really look like that, they must have done a Photoshop job on me, I mean really!" "They look just like what you are wearing now," said Alex, gazing at my chest," and from where I'm standing they look better than in any picture!" I pulled my negligee tightly around me, which did no good because it was somewhat see-through and only made them more visible through my nightdress. "I'm going for a shower," I said, and left them chatting and looking at the pictures. ----- o ----- o ----- o ----- o ----- o ---- We spent the afternoon chatting about what we had seem at the club the night before and how I should approach the meeting I was going to set up with David Wilson. Alex had to go home and left late in the afternoon. Anne made me dinner and left for home early herself, having agreed that she would call the club on Monday morning to set up a meeting with Mr Wilson. I had a quite day on Sunday, just relaxing and getting over the rather late Friday night which was actually an early Saturday morning. I was at Cindy's early on Monday morning as it was my monthly "skin polishing" session, which involved a whole-body exfoliation, then lots of softening and moisturising treatments. I rather enjoyed the day once the exfoliation stage was over as it mostly involved my skin being massaged with warmed unguents followed by sitting around resting to allow them time to work. Being wrapped in warm towels, resting, is really relaxing and allowed my mind to drift around and think about anything at all! It was so relaxing that sometimes I even dozed off. When I got home, Anne told me that I had an appointment to see David Wilson on the following Wednesday afternoon at three. We agreed that we would go together and that Anne would be my honorary PA for the day. "How did you get the appointment?" I asked Anne. "he must get lots of people wanting to see him every day!" "Oh I just told him who you were. He remembered the house warming. Then I told him you wanted to see him about some photos, him having already told me that he had seen you on the magazine cover at the weekend, so I think he will be labouring under a delusion of his own making!" "Hmmmm! What are we going to wear? We need something business like, but not too boring!" I said "Leave it to me," said Anne, "I have a good black wool trouser suit that I can wear with a smart shirt, but I think you should wear a skirt-suit, a pencil skirt maybe, in a strong colour with a toning blouse, navy and pale pink or something like that. I'll go through the wardrobe, there's bound to be something suitable!" Wednesday lunchtime arrived quickly. I went home to Anne and we had a light lunch together. She has already changed into her dark trouser suit and looked very business like. She had found me a fuchsia pink suit with a short jacket and matching pencil skirt. It was worn with a nude blouse, tights and matching nude stiletto court shoes. The only thing was that I considered the skirt to be too short. "Its only about 4" above the knee," said Anne, "he does run a nightclub and you are an actress too. Its not like he's a Bank Manager or a Minister or something is it!" "I suppose not," I said. We went to the club by taxi. It was closed. But there was a sign which pointed us to the rear of the building for "Offices, Stage Door and Deliveries". We went around the back and up a flight of steps by the loading bay to the Stage Door. The door was locked too, but it was opened from the inside a few seconds after we pushed the bell. "Victoria Silver to see Mr Wilson," I told the guy who opened the door, "we have an appointment at three o'clock." He consulted the list on his clipboard. "Come through," he said and take a seat, as he went back into his office and picked up the phone!. We sat! "This skirt is far too short, Anne," I whispered, "look how much it rides up!" "Whatever you do, don't start pulling it down," said Anne, "it just makes everybody believe that you think you have made a mistake wearing it so short. It will settle down on its own if you just leave it alone!" "Is this from the clothes that came from the film costumes?" "Yes! But I had to take it in a bit!" "They are nothing but trouble, some of them. They always do something unexpected. I think it was deliberate for the character I was playing. Look, I can't do the jacket up either, it doesn't quite meet in the middle. And you can see my bra too, this blouse fabric is too thin!" "Just forget about it, it looks fine." After a minute or two, a smartly dressed secretarial type girl came in and asked us to follow her. We went through some doors and found ourselves in the club on the ground floor next to the cloakrooms. She guided us to a set of lifts and we went up to the third floor and along a corridor to the back of the building. There, we were shown into a plushly furnished room set out rather like a luxury living room with soft comfortable sofas. We sat down, finding that we sank deep into the soft cushions, making my skirt ride up even more. The secretary brought us some water and offered us tea or coffee which we refused. After a few minutes David Wilson and his wife came in. He was wearing a pin-striped suit and a white shirt with a collar that didn't match - a pet hate of mine. His wife was wearing the tightest pair of white jeans I had ever seen, so tight that you could clearly see the outline of her pussy lips through the fabric. On top she was wearing an oversized pale pink shirt pulled tight at the waist, neck and the cuffs. She wore what looked like a pale pink diamond stud in each ear and a matching ring with an enormous oval pink diamond in it. "Hello, ladies, how nice to see you again, isn't it Giovanna?" "Hi Anna, how are you these days. We didn't get to chat at the party," said Anne, "how's your brother John?" The room went deathly silent for a moment, then David said, "Do you two know each other then?" Mrs Wilson said nothing. "We were at school together, weren't we Anna," said Anne. "Were we?" she said at last, "I don't remember you!" "Yes," said Anne, "Anna Ainsworth from class 1B, the last time I saw you!" "You're not.... Anne Brown, the stylist? You are, aren't you!" said Mrs Wilson. "Not any more," said Anne, "I married and gave it all up to have children!" "We always wondered what happened to you. The teachers were always holding you up as a shining example that you can do anything if you just believe you can! But then suddenly you disappeared and no-one knew what had happened to you." "You can catch up later ladies, if you would like to," said David "after we have had our meeting! Now, Victoria, I may call you Victoria?" "Yes," I said. "That is you on the front cover here?" he said picking up a copy of the magazine from the table. "Amazing dress, it really suits your.. er.. figure. In fact, that's an amazing suit you are wearing at the moment, isn't it, Giovanna?" "Well, they would be, wouldn't they, darling," she said, "Anne is her stylist, what else would you expect!" "True," he said," true," then, "Victoria, I am interested in hiring your basement floor for some private.. er.. functions we are arranging. How much would you want for a daily hire? We would only be there in the afternoon and evening. We would provide full security cover for the whole area, our guests and all the other things that are needed during the time we are there. We were thinking about ?500 a day. What do you think?" "Er... well," I stumbled, taken a little by surprise at this turn of events and trying to play for time whilst I thought about what to do, "I need to ask you a question first." "Yes, go ahead, go ahead; by all means; ask me anything you like!" "Well there was a picture in the paper a week or two back, taken at my house warming party, of all our waitresses, topless, in the Jacuzzi pool. They said at the 'Paper that it was an advertising feature and that you had provided all the copy for it, could you tell me where you got a copy of my private photographs please?" "Your private photographs?" he repeated. "Yes, my private photographs!" "Well, from the internet, of course. We just Googled "Victoria da Silva" and up they came. Simple as that. Is there a problem? I thought you would be pleased with the publicity, but I never thought in a Million Years that it would get you a spot on the front cover of "The City" magazine, you must be thrilled!" "Er, well, yes, I suppose so," I said, "I haven't really thought about it much!" "Giovanna has been trying to get on the cover for years, haven't you Baby?" "Yes!" she said, frostily. "What do you want to use my basement for?" I asked "Although we have a large space here in the club, with lots of facilities, there are certain things we can't do because we just don't have enough space to make the installation, we are limited by the size of the site. I have tried to buy surrounding properties to expand into, but so far without success. So, we thought that we could rent somewhere to try out our ideas without committing too much in the way of redevelopment costs, whilst we see if what we plan will work out OK! When we saw your basement with the pool, cinema and the space where you had the disco, we thought it would be a perfect place to try out some of our ideas." "What do you think, Anne?" I said. "Well, we could do it," said Anne, "they could use the garage entrance. It leads straight into the basement floor and its right next to the stairs down to the Dungeon." "You have a Dungeon?" said David Wilson, incredulous. "Yes," went on Anne, before I could stop her, "fully fitted with all types of equipment. Then we have a set of attached playrooms. A school room, a boudoir, a bar, a rubber room and even a glory hole! All fully equipped and air-conditioned!" I was mortified. Why was she telling him that! "I didn't know that you were so... versatile, Victoria," said David smiling, "I bet they get lots of use?" "No," I said quickly, "we don't hardly use them at all, do we Anne?" "So, then all the more reason to accept my offer, then" said David, holding out his hand, "lets shake on it!" "I will want," I said, uncrossing my legs and crossing them again in the other direction, allowing my skirt to ride up even higher and allowing my jacket to fall open, so he could see the top of my breasts through the fabric of my blouse, "a minimum of ?1000 a day, plus, a sum to cover all cleaning and maintenance costs - make a note of that Anne!" "Hmmmm - you drive a hard bargain," he said, glancing at my chest, then pausing and thinking about it, "OK, but I will want a personal guided tour before we start and a guarantee of complete privacy. In addition, you will have to arrange to have refreshments served to my guests and staff whilst they are there. We will provide the drinks, you will serve the food, but we will use my chefs to prepare it, not that I think your catering skills are insufficient, but we have a certain standard to maintain and I know that you have some... enchanting waitresses!" Hardly had the words come out of his mouth and before I really knew what was happening, we shook hands on the deal! He called out "bring in the drinks!" and a waiter appeared with a tray of glasses filled with champagne. He had obviously expected to succeed in his negotiations. I thought. "A toast, ladies," he said, "to Wilson - da Silva Enterprises!" I sipped my champagne, somewhat shocked at what I had just done. "Would you like me to give you a tour of the club?" he asked. "I'm really sorry," I said, "but I'm on a bit of a tight schedule today, another time, maybe!" "Well, why don't you come back one evening when we are fully open. Just phone me or Giovanna in advance and I'll arrange some "VIP passes" for you. In fact, I'll just order them anyway. They last a year and it means you can come in anytime we are open. Just go to the VIP entrance, you don't have to queue up with the daily visitors. Bring your friends too, each pass admits a guest as well as the pass holder, you just have to sign them in. I am sure they would enjoy themselves." "Thanks, I may well do that!" We said our goodbyes and left. "Did you actually mean to do that? asked Anne, "rent out your basement?" "Well, no, but it was too good an opportunity to miss. Now we can really get to know what happens on "Planet Wilson" and maybe we can beat him at his own game, plus he's going to pay us ?1000 a night for the privilege." I said, smiling. "Yes," said Anne, "the only thing is that, to me "Wilson da Silva" sounds like a South American band leader!" ----- o ----- o ----- o ----- o ----- o ---- The VIP passes came the next day by courier and were waiting for me when I got home from Cindy's. Anne was keen to use them as soon as we were able, so suggested that we went again to the club that Friday Night. "You can take Alex in on your pass," she said, "I'm sure she'd love to go again just to enjoy herself, she had quite a time there before, when we had finished our first meeting and I think I might be able to find someone to come with me to, but I'll have to ask them first!" "OK," I said, "you and Alex had better stay the night too, there's lots of room!" So that Friday evening, I found myself in my boudoir, dressing in the second outfit Anne and I had bought together a week or two earlier. From the front it was a plain, simple long sleeved mini dress to mid- thigh with a high neckline which was covered in rhinestones. The rest of the front of the dress was completely plain and looked relatively demure, except that it had a sweetheart neckline, with the section above the bust made from a stretchy fine mesh the same colour as the dress, a nude colour but with a gold metallic sheen. Fortunately, the dress had built-in support because there was no way you could wear a bra with it. From the behind, however, it was a different story. Apart from the collar, which fastened around the neck with Velcro. the dress was completely backless. It was cut so low down the back that I had to wear very, very low-rise knickers to prevent them from being seen, especially as the dress was also cut tight around the thighs. I was wearing it with nude stiletto ankle-strap evening sandals covered in rhinestones, a matching clutch bag, also covered in rhinestones and large heavy silver hoop earrings with rhinestones set around their edge. I carefully went downstairs, finding the spiral staircase somewhat difficult to negotiate in the shoes, "You should have put them on downstairs." I said to myself. I found Anne and Alex waiting. Alex was wearing the tightest pair of white leather trousers I had ever seen, so tight that I was sure you could see the outline of her pussy lips. On top she was wearing a short red leather jacket over a white Lycra crop-top which showed off her navel piercing in which she was wearing a heart shaped dangling red crystal. On her feet she had red leather stiletto ankle boots. Anne was wearing a short skater dress in shiny pink latex. It had a corset style top which pushed up her breasts, obscenely, I thought, although she was wearing a long sleeved pink latex jacket over the top which covered them up a little. She had matching pink patent stiletto knee boots. "Huh - that's a bit tame!" said Alex as I came into the room. "Nice to see you again, too!" I teased, "you haven't seen the back yet tho'," I said turning around. "That's better!" she said, "I like a bit of competition! And that's a classic look, too. Pink latex skater skirt. You can't go wrong with a classy piece of latex!" Do you think so," said Anne, "I can never "see myself" in anything. I can do it for other people, but it never seems to work out when I do it for myself!" "You'll knock 'em dead," said Alex, "and if you don't, we will, right Victoria!" "Right!" I said. ""Let's go then," said Alex. "We can't go yet," I said, "Anne's partner isn't here yet!" "We're meeting there," said Anne. "OK, got you're VIP pass?" The Taxi drew up outside and we climbed out. "Where's this VIP entrance then?" said Alex, "Oh, that must be it, look the one with the trees outside!" Two "lollipop" trees standing in silver containers were placed either side of the door at the other end of the building, away from the queues. We strolled past the queuing punters and up to the sign which said "VIPs Only!" "I'll wait here 'til he arrives," said Anne, "you go in and register!" "Come on," said Alex and dragged me inside. There was a doorman who pulled back the door on seeing my pass. "Good evening, Madam!" he said, touching the peak of his cap. We went inside and found a reception desk, minded by a blond girl, her hair set into a tight bun and wearing a secretary fetishists dream outfit. A white frilly blouse and tight black pencil skirt both made from latex, patent stiletto heels and spectacles. She scanned my pass. "Welcome, Victoria, could I register the name of your guest please?" "Alex," I said. "Thank you, Madam! You may go in!" Alex checked her jacket into the cloakroom. "In case we get separated, the taxi is booked for 2 am," I said, "if you want to stay longer, that's fine, just text me when you arrive home and I'll let you into the flat when you get back." "Cool," she said, and header for the dance floor. I went to the one of the quieter bars for a drink and ordered a glass of white wine. I was surprised to find that it was free! They just scanned my VIP card. "I could get used to this," I thought! Alex came to found me just as I finished the glass and we got re-fills. We danced and chatted and drank more wine. We saw Anne briefly but we never seemed to be in the same place for more than a moment. We saw her partner briefly from behind but we never met. I suspected that she was trying to keep him a secret. I was out on my feet by 1.00 am and thought of going home early. Alex was still going strong, but Anne had disappeared completely. I told Alex I was going at 2.00. She said she was having such a great time she would stay. The taxi was waiting and I climbed in and slumped in the back. I must have fallen asleep for a moment, or maybe it was the alcohol, although I hadn't had that much! I woke up and found we had stopped. "Are we here?" I asked, but I could see we were not. "We've got a flat!" said the taxi man. "I going to get out and fix it. Will you be OK here?" "Yes," I said, "but, I really need the bathroom!" "There's an all night cafe just around the corner," he said "let me show you." We walked together to the corner of the street and saw a lighted window a few doors down. "Get a coffee and wait inside. I'll come and get you when I'm done!" he said. As I walked towards the door, a man came from around the corner opposite and it seemed he was also going inside. He opened the door, went inside and held the door open for me. "Thank you!" I said and smiled. I went to the counter and ordered a large Latte. "That's two of those," he said from behind me, "go sit down, I'll bring it over for you!" I sat at a table in the corner putting my bag on the chair next to me. The cafe was almost empty, with just one other customer, also drinking coffee at a table near the door. After a few minutes, my new found friend arrived with a large cup of coffee and set it down carefully. He went back to the counter to collect his cup and was about to sit at another table when I beckoned him over. "I need to pay you for the coffee." I said "Nah, that's OK," he said, "its only a coffee!" "Thank you, if your sure? But at least come and sit with me." I said, moving my bag. He put down his coffee and sat in the chair where my bag had been. "Not seen you in here before," he said, "I would have remembered. Been somewhere good?" "Just a girls-night-out. We've been to the GIO Club, you know, down the back of....... er round behind... !" I struggled to explain the exact location. "Yeah, I know where it is," he said, "so what are you doing here, its miles away!" "Oh, I'm on my way home," I said, "but the taxi's got a flat. He's trying to fix it now, that's why I'm in here." "I work just around the corner," he said, "IT manager - at the bank headquarters next door but two. We are having a big software shakedown, but you can't do it when the bank is open, so we have to do it at night. Its a pain, but it does mean you can wear comfortable clothes!" I had noticed that he was wearing a casual shirt and a rather tight pair of trousers. Nothing unusual, but definitely not the uniform you would expect to wear when working at a bank!" We sipped our coffee. "That's an amazing dress," he said, "how does it stay on. It hasn't got a back?" "I have no idea," I said, "you'd need to ask the designer, she must be some sort of genius, but I'm not even sure this design works for me. If I wasn't going to the club, I wouldn't be wearing anything like this!" "I can assure you that it does work for you," he said "definitely!" "Excuse me a moment." he said suddenly, getting up, "have to go to the Little-Boys-Room!" "Me too!" I said, thinking that what I had just said was a Freudian slip! I watched him as he walked in front of me down the corridor, thinking for no apparent reason about how his bum would feel in my hands as I saw it a few feet in front of me. I went into the Ladies room as he continued to the end of the corridor. I did what I had to do, then freshened my make-up, giving my lips an extra thick coat of lip-gloss. Opening the door, he was waiting for me outside. "Would it be alright if I asked you for your number?" he said apologetically, "I'd like to call you sometime!" I smiled, for some reason thinking again about getting my hands on his tight bum. "I have a card here somewhere, with my details on," I said, opening my bag. There was a small pocket inside where Anne had placed cards with the house address printed on them. I took one out and placed it into his shirt breast pocket, my pointed nails making a noise as they slid over the fabric. Unconsciously, I had placed my left hand so that it rested on the right side of his chest and could feel its musculature through his shirt. My right hand, having deposited the card inside his shirt pocket, rested now in the same place on the other side. Slowly, very slowly, without me even thinking about it, they slid up, as though with a life of their own, onto his shoulders and around the back of his neck. I felt his hands on my hips, slowly sliding round onto my bare back. I leaned forwards and kissed him gently on the lips. Once, then twice, just for a couple of seconds each. Then on the third kiss, I slowly pulled his head towards me to intensify the experience. That kiss lasted for at least a minute. I could feel his hand sliding under the side of my dress and around towards my breast. He slid his hand across it, my nipple under his finger tip. He pushed his tongue slowly inside my mouth, then withdrew it. I was getting excited and hoped my tucking was staying intact. We broke the kiss, but his hand remained on my breast as we embraced. "Er... " I said, "let me just..." as I wiped away some lip-gloss with my finger, "that's better!" We walked back to the table. The other diner had left and we were alone. As we returned to the table, the taxi guy stuck his head around the door. He couldn't fix the wheel, so the taxi company was sending out another car. We stood by the table in silence. Then I remembered what had happened last time I was at the club. "Come on" I said, taking him by the hand and opening the door. I turned towards the direction he had come from and walked quickly down the street. "What.... " he said, "there's no need to...." I turned into the back-alley and dragged him after me into the shadows. I pushed him back against the wall and kissed him like I meant it! He responded and his hands were all over my back, pulling at the sides of my dress. I reached around the back of my neck and pulled the Velcro neck fastening loose. The top of the dress fell forwards and the cold air made my nipples stiffen. He grabbed my breasts, one in each hand and gently squeezed them. I was in heaven. All the pains of surgery were worth it for just this moment alone. He leaned forwards and ran the full width of flat of his tongue across my right breast. Electric charges flashed across my chest as the roughness of his tongue rasped my nipple. I could take no more. It was just too sensitive. I held his head and raised it up, kissing him long and full, whilst my right hand felt the front of his trousers. He obviously liked me, judging from what I could feel and I wanted him! I felt for his zip and lowered it. Our mouths were still locked together as I slipped my hand inside, grasping him and rubbing him through the fabric of his underpants. I slid the band of his pants down and eased him out, feeling his smooth hardness in my hand. This, I realised, was a moment I had been waiting for again since that night with Ralph so many months ago. I wrapped the fingers of my right hand around my prize, gripping him tightly, afraid he would get away. Slowly slid my hand up and down his shaft just to feel the strength of his hardness. Slowly, I sank down, squatting on my haunches, so as not to kneel on the dirty ground. I kissed the tip gently and slid my tongue out a little to rest on its underside. A faint groan came from his lips. I lifted his shaft up, still gripping him tightly and ran my tongue-tip up it from bottom to top. More groaning. Images from the many videos I had watched of girls doing this to their man flooded my brain. When I was in my teens, I was the man in these shots, but very quickly, I came to realise that I was viewing it from the female perspective, then actually as the girl, with the virtual cock inside my virtual mouth. I knew that, from the moment I was having dreams about sucking cock and it coming inside my mouth, that this was my fantasy destiny and now here it was, a reality. Squatting in a grubby back-street, about to give an unknown man my first real blow-job. I was in heaven! I worked my way back to the top of his shaft, then, let my mouth open and I slid my lips slowly over his head, letting them come to rest behind it. I could feel his head touching the roof of my mouth as I massaged its underside a little with my tongue. I slid a little down his shaft, then back again to the head. This time I sucked in, holding him more firmly in my mouth. I released my grip on his shaft and moved my hand down to hold his balls, gently, whilst sliding my mouth down his shaft, taking him inside me more deeply. Now, I went for it.! I simulated him fucking me, sliding my lips up and down his shaft quickly and sucking him in even more. I could feel my oversized hoop earrings scraping across my cheeks every time I moved. Why, oh why had I not done this before, Why had I waited so long. How beautiful was this moment. I slid a finger from his balls to a spot behind his sack and massaged him gently there too. More groaning. My mind was racing. Thoughts flashing through it so quickly there was no time to stop them before they left again. In the real world tho' everything seemed to be happening in slow motion! Then suddenly, so suddenly, his cock twitched violently inside my mouth. Was he about to cum? Yes, for sure he was! My mind flooded with thoughts about what I should do. All those hours of reading about swallowing, not swallowing, holding it in your mouth and then swallowing, letting him cum on your face, on your chest, spitting or swallowing all flashed through my brain. Another twitch! He was definitely going to cum! There was no time to make a decision, but somehow I seemed to know exactly what to do. A pulse of cum slipped into my mouth, not as explosive as I had expected, but the second pulse certainly was, it was shockingly explosive. I stopped sucking. A third pulse, exactly like the second. I could not hold it all in, it began to seep out from around my lips. I swallowed what was in my mouth. A fourth pulse, more like the first, then a fifth, feeble one. His cum was running out past my lips as I released his cock from my mouth, leaving behind some deep pink stripes from my lip gloss. I wiped around my lips with my fingers and licked it off. I stood up, wiping some drips that had fallen onto my chest and licking that off my fingers too. I stood and pulled up the front of my dress, refastening the Velcro behind my neck. "I have to go now," I whispered, "the taxi will be waiting!" He said nothing, but just stood there shocked and leaning against the wall with his softening cock poking from the front of his trousers. I took a few steps away, then turned and waved a few fingers at him slowly, blew him a kiss, turned and went to the now waiting car!