Before Dinner - [HJ]

At five minutes to seven, Alice's intercom sounded and after verifying who it was, she buzzed him in. Touching the edges of her hair and smoothing down the front of her dress, she opened the door and smiled broadly at the man in uniform. "Oh! For me?" she gasped when he presented her with a bouquet of flowers. "How sweet. You didn't have to. Come on in."

Looking around the apartment as Alice busied herself in the kitchen putting the flowers in a vase, he commented, "Nice place. Very nice."

"It is much smaller than what I am used to," she answered, returning from the kitchen and placing the vase of flowers onto the center of the dining table in the combination dining room/living room area. "But when my youngest graduated from college and moved out, I figured why 'fight' with a huge four bedroom, two hover-craft garage and yard? This is sooo much easier." Gesturing towards the couch, she said, "Please. Sit down."

When he did, she sat down on the sofa as well, but with a couple of feet distance between them. She sat on the edge of the cushion, half-turned to face him, both hands atop her thighs. "Listen," she began, "To tell you the truth I am very nervous about this evening."

He opened his mouth to speak but she did not give him a chance, "So I was wondering if it would be alright with you if I . . . if we . . . Well, you know." She dipped her head to the side. "Before we left for dinner. You know, sort of get that out of the way so it's not hanging over us?"

There were several responses he could have made, but he figured the easiest was just to go along.

"Sure. Why not?" he asked and stood up, beginning to unbuckle his belt.

"I'll be right back!" she told him, also rising and dashing down a short hallway.

When she got back, he was already sitting down once more, his pants and boxers bunched up around his ankles, his arms spread out along the back of the couch.

"I picked this up today," Alice announced proudly, displaying a bottle of baby oil.

"That's a large bottle," he chuckled.

"I know," she semi-blushed as she unscrewed the cap. "But it was a better value than the smaller sizes." She poured some oil into the palm of her hand, sat the bottle down on the coffee table, and began rubbing her hands together. The squishy sounds served as an audible stimulant, and the soft cock started to harden. "I guess that's one of the symptoms of being a shop-oholic. Can't turn down a bargain."

Scooting over closer to him, she reached out with both hands, grabbing both his shaft and ball-sack. As she slid her slippery hands all over his privates, coating his genitals with a thin layer of baby oil, she asked, "Did I mention last night that you have a nice . . ."

"Go on, say the word," her date chuckled. "I think we're at a stage where a certain vocabulary is acceptable."

"Cock!" she blurted out, giggling.

"Thank you," he answered, squirming around, sinking deeper into the cushions. "And you look very nice, too. Is that a new dress?"

By now he was rock hard. His phallus sticking straight up in the air. The steel-like ramrod glistening with oil.

"What? This old thing?" she replied as she stroked the throbbing erection up and down. "It's something I had hanging in my closet."

Of course, she was lying. She had just purchased the dress that afternoon.

From that point on, conversation sort of 'petered out' (no pun intended), as Alice tugged and pulled on her date's boner. Squeezing into it. Trying to coax out his sperm. Her other hand was busy in between his muscular thighs, fondling and caressing his oil-covered balls.

Her date's moans and sighs blended in with the steady squishing, sploshing sounds of her slippery fist sliding smoothly up and down his shaft. At one point she let go of his balls to grab the bottle from the table, pouring more of the lustrous lube directly onto the head of his cock.

"Oh, yeah, Alice," he soon groaned as his hips started to hunch. "Oh, yeah . . ."

Her eyes flickered from her hands and what they were holding and caressing and pleasuring to his face and back to his lap again. She knew what was coming so she started pumping faster, wriggling around on the couch, repositioning her seating somewhat as she readied herself for his explosion.

"Oh!!!" she squealed with goggle-eyed delight when that first long, ropy shot of thick, white baby-batter blasted high into the air. Others rapidly followed as her date thrashed about on her couch. Gasping and grunting as he ejaculated again and again. She had jerked him off just last night, and had not been expecting such a heavy load.

When the spewing stopped and his body went limp, relaxed, Alice lifted her oil and cum coated hands to eye-level. "Wow. That was alot!" Looking at him, she asked uncertainly, "Was that o.k.?"

His head rolled to the side, his dreamy eyes staring into hers, and nodded. Too exhausted to speak.

"I'll be right back," she said, jumping up to hurry down the hall once more. When she returned, she had a small hand towel. It was damp, having had warm water run over it and then wrung out. Delicately she dabbed and swabbed his deflated dick and empty balls. Also wiping down his thighs.

"So where are we going to eat?" Alice asked as she continued to clean him off. "Unless you'd like to take a nap first."

"No, no," he panted, forcing himself to stand up and re-do his clothing. "I thought we could try 'The Kitten's Mittens'. It serves steak and seafood."

"Oh, yes," Alice agreed, also rising. "I like that place."

The two headed for her front door, Alice retrieving her clutch-purse from the small table below the intercom. Once in the hallway, her apartment door locked, she said, "Lead on, Commander Richard Smith."