Blowjob(9)

I gave her a slow, deep, full body massage, turned her over, and continued on her front. "The son of a bitch never does this for me." I played with her pubic hair, massaged her mons. "You want to fuck me, don't you? Go ahead, I don't mind." "No." She looked puzzled. "Well, yes. But there's something else I want to do with you first. Tell me I can do whatever I want with your body." She opened her mouth to speak, but stopped. "Trust me. I'm a total stranger. I just had you give me an outrageous blow job in front of your husband. You're alone in a strange city without a penny or even a stitch of clothing except for panties you should probably through out. Trust me." She spreadeagled her long limbs, claiming the whole king-sized bed. Magnificent. "Okay." "Okay what?" "Okay, you can— what you said. Jeez, I don't even know your name." I moved between her legs. Plenty of room there to spread out and enjoy myself. "Yes you do. Think of the man in your fantasies. His name is the same as mine.