Chapter 1
Susan let Ryan show her into his living room and looked around nervously. "I shouldn't be here with you," she said. "I shouldn't be going out on a date with any man. I'm a married woman, and it isn't right."
"Marsha said you're separated from your husband," Ryan replied.
"Only by distance. It isn't legal. David and I had a little disagreement and I came home for a while. My mother often sees things the way she wants them to be, not the way they are."
"Well, it wasn't really a date. Marsha thought you needed to get out of the house and I was happy to take you to dinner. It isn't as if I asked you out and sent you flowers. Would you like a drink?"
"Black Jack on the rocks, if you have it. If not, a bourbon or blend will do. Just as long as it isn't Scotch. Do you always send flowers when you ask a girl on a date?"
"Usually." Ryan poured the drinks and turned back to face Susan. "If I think enough of her to ask
GETTING OFF IN PUBLIC!
"Susan, you can't jerk me off here," David gasped.
"Sure I can," Susan said, and signaled her startled husband to be quiet as the waiter approached.
The young woman squeezed and stroked the cock in her hand until she felt it swell and throb. Then, when David ejaculated, she held her hand over the knob and caught the cum.
"Dessert?" the waiter asked.
Susan pulled her hand from under the table and licked her palm. "No thank you, already have some," she replied. her on a date, I should show her how I feel, shouldn't I?"
"Only one man ever sent me flowers," Susan said. "I didn't go out with him." She shook her head when Ryan indicated she should sit and stood in front of him as he sat in his favorite chair. "I thought he was a total nerd. And he was, but a nice one. I wonder what I would do today if he sent me flowers and asked me out."
"Feeling pensive?" he asked.
Susan sighed. "I suppose so. I've been doing a lot of thinking lately."
"I have broad shoulders and I listen very well. Want to talk about it?"
"Not really. How long have you known my mother?"
Ryan thought for a moment. "Oh, about three years now, I guess. I met her at the annual neighborhood block party about a week after I moved here."
"You must be good friends if she asked you to take her boring daughter to dinner."
"You're hardly boring," he replied honestly. "I might even have suggested it, as a matter-of-fact. And you could say we're good friends. I escort her to social functions, take her to dinner and dancing now and then, that sort of thing."
"There's nothing serious between you then?" Susan asked.
"Just good friends," he replied.
"Have you slept with her?"
"No," he lied quickly, smoothly, taking refuge in a technicality. He had fucked Marsha several times, but they had never actually slept together. "I'm ten years younger than she, you know." He didn't know what age had to do with the price of tea, but he said it anyway.
"Which makes you ten older than me. Did you bring me here to sleep with me?"
"The thought crossed my mind," he said. "You're a beautiful and sensuous woman. I think any man with a pair of balls would want to fuck you." He deliberately coarsened the tenor of the conversation to see how she would react.
Susan accepted the shift without blinking an eye. "I thought you had ulterior motives for bringing me here." She went to the bar and poured herself another drink. She turned back to face him and said, "What makes a man want to fuck a woman?"
Ryan chuckled. "Answering that question is about as easy as explaining the purpose of life. Everyone has a different answer. Some men get turned on by a woman's tits, some by her legs, some by her ass."
"And what turns you on? Tits? Legs? Ass? What about me makes you want to fuck me?"
"Everything," he replied.
"Because I have big tits?" she persisted. "Or long legs? Is my ass especially appealing?"
"All of that, and none of that."
"That doesn't make sense," she said. "There must be something distinctive about me that appeals to you."
"There is. Everything about you. Your personality, your characteristic aura, your sensuality. I look at you and see a beautiful woman made up of very interesting parts. But basically, I see an interesting person."
"You're still talking in circles. I think you want to fuck every woman you see. Isn't that the way men look at women, as a piece of ass? Fuck 'em until you get tired of them, then cast them aside and find another one to fuck? After all, there are plenty of women around."
"This conversation is getting pretty heavy," Ryan said. "I feel as if you're bashing me for something I haven't done. If I have offended you in some way, please tell me and let's talk specifics. I can't defend generalities, or the actions of other men. I accept full responsibility for my own actions, but I refuse to be my brother's keeper."
"Yes, you're right. I'm sorry." She surprised him by sitting on his lap and kissing him lightly on the lips. "I shouldn't take out my frustrations on you." She drank the rest of her whiskey and set the glass aside. "Be honest now, don't you want to fuck every woman you see?"
"No," he said simply.
"Why? Because some of them have little tits, or short legs, and flat asses?"
"Are we back to the bashing?" he asked. "No. I just want to know what kind of woman you like to fuck."
"All kinds. How a woman approaches sex, not the size of her tits, or the length of her legs, or the shape of her ass makes any difference. Women who look sexy often don't fuck as well as women who act sexy. The state of mind counts more than the physical state. Although, I must admit that I generally prefer voluptuous women over svelte women."
"You said I look sexy. Do you think I act sexy?"
"I said you are sensuous. In my mind, there's a big difference. Sexy women are sometimes blatant. Sensuous women seldom are. Sensuous women turn me on immediately. I have to be around a sexy woman for a while before I know if I want to fuck her."
"I think there was a compliment in there somewhere."
She touched her lips to his very lightly, then surprised him by abruptly kissing him hard and thrusting her tongue into his mouth. Her lips came alive and her kiss became more passionate when he cupped one of her firm tits and squeezed it.
His hand left her tit and slid under her skirt. She moaned into his mouth and let her legs fall open ever so slightly. He moved his hand up and cupped her prominent cunt mound. She broke the kiss and caressed his cheek tenderly.
"You shouldn't be touching my pussy," she whispered.
"I'm not," he replied, playing along with her game. He hadn't yet figured out exactly what game she was playing, but he was sure it would lead to something very interesting. "I'm touching your panties."
"Yes, but I'm wearing them, so my pussy is right underneath. When you touch my panties, you can't help touching my pussy."
"Really?" he said, feigning innocence.
"Of course, silly," she giggled. She flipped her skirt up, pushed his hand away and pulled the crotch of her panties to the side, exposing her pussy. "See? There's my pussy, right there under my panties."
"It isn't under your panties now," he said.
"Well, technically it is. If I took my panties off, then my pussy wouldn't be under them any more." She sighed and giggled again. "I'm a little drunk, Ryan." She kissed his lips quickly. "And very hot. Do you like hot women, Ryan?"
"My favorite kind." He ran the tip of his finger lightly along her slit. "Beautiful pussy," he said softly.
"How can you tell? You haven't seen it yet."
"I can see enough of it to tell." He applied a little more pressure when he ran his finger up and down her slit again.
She shivered and licked her lips. "Take my panties off. Get the damn things out of the way!" She lifted her ass and he stripped her panties down her legs. She settled back down and spread her legs wide. "Now, feel inside, see how hot I am. But be careful, it might melt your finger."
Ryan had no idea why Susan had literally thrown herself into his arms and invited him to fuck her, but he wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth. Or, in this case, a beautiful, passionate woman. He would most certainly look her square in the pussy, however!
He suspected all was not well between her and her husband. Well, that wasn't his problem. He had offered her the opportunity to talk about her troubles, and she had declined. She obviously wanted his cock, and the only thing to do now was give her what she wanted.
"I'll take the chance," he said. He stuck his middle finger in her cunt and whistled softly. "Damn, you are hot. And so wet and tight."
"Haven't had anything in it in weeks but fingers, and they were my own," she said. She squirmed on his lap and sighed. "I feel your cock poking me in the ass. May I suck it before you fuck me?" She giggled. "And maybe after you fuck me, too."
"Lady, you can do whatever you want!" he assured her. "Do you like to suck a cock right after it comes out of your pussy?"
"Never had the pleasure, but I'm willing to." She nearly tore the buttons off her blouse in her haste to get it off. "I'll do just about anything you want as long as you give me a good fucking." She unsnapped her bra, threw it across the room, then grabbed both of her nipples and pulled on them. "Finger-fuck me a little. Your finger feels so good."
Sometimes, Venus, the goddess of love, steps right up and gives you a kiss that makes your cock so hard it stretches your skin tight and you can't close your eyes. Ryan expected to take his friend's daughter to dinner, give her a drink and some casual conversation afterward, and then take her home. Instead, she was sitting in his lap, half-naked, with her legs wide-open, begging him to finger-fuck her! He had no idea what he had done to please Venus, but hoped he would repeat it at least once more in his life.
"My cock will feel even better," he said.
"I know," she sighed. "And so will your tongue. Don't make me cum yet. I want to get off on your cock the first time."
"Do you cum a lot?"
"like a fucking machine when I get started!" she said, laughing happily. "And the machine hasn't been turned on in weeks, so you're in for a real treat if you like a woman who can't stop cumming."
He curled the tip of his finger and began to slide it in and out of her tight love channel.
"Ooohhh!" she muttered. "You know how to do it right." She wrapped her arm around his neck and nearly smothered him with firm tit flesh. She released him, slid off his lap, and began to tear at his pants. "I want your cock!" she said breathlessly.