Dinner was lovely. Terry brought a chocolate peanut butter treat. This time a short lip on lip kiss and pleasurably hug ended the evening. We repeated the once a week dinner three more times before an actual date.
I wanted Terry in my bed. Choosing my outfit carefully, I found a rarely used black thong. The dress I chose was a tad short, but not slutty. The peep-toe knee high suede boots worked well with my attire. I bought a new push-up bra to make sure that Terry got an eye full. The cryptic tattoo, in my cleavage, was certain to pique his interest. Since Terry's ex-wife Jody's boobs were tiny, I knew he was interested in pawing mine. I'd caught him eyeing my cleavage on several occasions.
After a wonderful evening, I found myself in Terry's bedroom. Although I'm more of a sub than a Domme, I wasn't going to go home unfulfilled.
Rubbing hard on his pants, Terry moaned his approval. Before his jeans hit the floor, I had his cock buried deep in my mouth. I doubt that I'm that great at giving head, but as quickly as Terry filled my throat, I guess I'm not half bad.
With my arms resting atop Terry's shoulders, I stood naked before him. His well sucked cock was nodding its way back up. His pleasured hands lingered for the longest time examining my melons from all angles.
