Date Night

Mike wasn't waiting for an answer. He stepped out onto the sidewalk and turned around the corner, walking home and sorting through his thoughts. All week he debated with himself over whether he should risk his relationship by going back or just leave it alone. He was sure his girlfriend wouldn't find out, especially if he just didn't go. More and more, though, he found himself worked up and horny at the most random time.

Towards the end of the week his girlfriend came over. He cooked them a nice chicken parm that was gone in no time. They made their way over to the couch and started watching their favorite comedian's latest standup. Somehow it came to be about bad pick up lines and first dates in bars. With that the thought of the bartender straddling him was on his mind again. He shifted trying to keep his slightly hard cock from getting any more full. His girlfriend leaned in and broke his concentration, kissing him and laying her head on his chest.

He tensed, hoping she wouldn't see his hard on but after the kiss it was just there in plain sight. Sure enough she popped her head up and smiled at him, joking, “Is there something you'd rather be doing?”

He put his hand against her soft cheek and ran his thumb slowly over her lips, placed it on her chin and pulled her up to kiss. He wouldn't turn down getting off tonight. They sat there a minute, making out. He was eager but she kept a slow pace, mostly kisses and not so much tongue. He got himself a feel of her bare perky small tits beneath her shirt - she seldom wore a bra. She pulled her head back and looked at him again, “Just a blowjob, though. It's that time again.”

Mike had really been hoping to get up inside her but nodded approvingly. He watched as she turned away and started fiddling with his sweatpants to loosen them. He closed his eyes and could imagine two round handfuls of tits going up and down in front of him. His cock sprang from his sweatpants and his girlfriend took a firm hold with one hand and swirled her tongue passionately around the tip. She licked her lips and looked at him, smirking playfully, before turning back to wrap her mouth around the head.

She moved her head back and forth, changing the shape of her mouth to keep slight pressure around his cock. The more she sucked on him the more he went from thinking about last weekend to thinking about tomorrow. He pictured himself walking in and Melody stopping to stare at him from behind the bar. He saw himself go up, order a drink, and that she'd ask him to go to the back with her. As he imagined getting up her skirt again, his girlfriend gagged and came up spitting a bit before getting back to work. He realized he had been thrusting to match her movements.

He wanted to cum inside Melody again. His girlfriend always made him pull out and it just wasn't the same. She was now sliding her hand up and down his shaft in tandem with her puckered, wet mouth. With the feeling of his load building up he excitedly put his hand on her head. She gagged again and tapped him - signaling him to let her control how much of him she could handle. She had certainly never let him cum in her mouth.

In all his excitement he put his other hand on her head and kept pace, pushing his cock into her throat as her spit enveloped it and she gagged again. He pulled her head back and she gasped, looking at him wide-eyed with a hint of confusion. He quickly guided her head down until she pushed her hands against him and then went on pumping in and out of her mouth a few more times. She tapped her hand harder against him - she must have felt him filling up too, knowing he was about to orgasm. He grinned to himself thinking what a thrilling sensation it was to him - the pointless protest she was having. He pushed again and an explosion of warm, sweet and salty fluid went rushing into her mouth. They paused there, with it overflowing onto her chin. As his cock relaxed it slipped out of her mouth and she was frozen a bit, looking at him.

He took his hands from where they still lightly braced her and she pulled back. She spit what was left into her hand and wiped the whitish drips from her face. Neither said anything. She went to the bathroom and when she came back he had gotten his pants back on. She hit play and sat quietly on the couch beside him, like it hadn't happened. It was a good show and they laughed and chatted just as if it was any ordinary night. As she was giving him a kiss goodbye, she looked down sheepishly and said quietly, “That was fun.”

Mike had never been even slightly forceful with anyone before, especially his girlfriend who was to his surprise still there. “It was,” he replied and opened the door. She stepped out and walked off down the hall. He closed the apartment door and laid down. His mind was racing still from the exciting release he felt filling her mouth and he wondered how Melody would handle it. He couldn't help but want to know more about the bartender. As he drifted off to sleep he made up his mind about whether or not he'd go back to the bar.