Interlude With Toni

I left Amy's office in the downtown and walked into the neighborhood where my apartment was located. An underappreciated benefit of living in a small college town is that you can walk nearly everywhere, and in the last few years I'd changed my lifestyle to take advantage of this, preferring to walk whenever practical.

I lived in a somewhat crappy apartment, one of the downsides of the divorce being a -- hopefully temporary -- financial setback. However, it was in an established neighborhood close to downtown, which was convenient.

While I walked through the dappled shade of the trees lining the street, a black SUV passed me and pulled into a driveway just ahead. I recognized the driver as she got out, and realized I'd been walking down Toni's street.

Toni was a friend of Jane's and mine, from when we were married. I hadn't seen her in a while, I guess because she'd always been a bit closer to Jane. Toni had also gotten a divorce, though a more acrimonious one than mine, several years ago, and Jane and I had supplied her with emotional support and cocktails at the time.

"Oh, hi T___!" she exclaimed as she climbed down from the SUV. "It's been a while! What are you up to?"

I say "climbed" because Toni was very short -- just 5'2". She was athletic and thin, but had large breasts, specially compared to her frame. She was in her 40s, had a child from her marriage, and wore her black hair in a short pixie cut.

"Hi Toni!" I replied. "I'm just coming back from the therapist." Technically this was true.

"Oh," she said. "How is that going?"

"Well, it's been looking up lately," I replied with a grin. "How are you doing?"

"Pretty good," was the response. "Would you like to come in for a cup of coffee and catch up?"

I followed her to the front door of her house. Toni was an interior designer and she had gotten to keep a very nice house in her divorce. I was feeling conflicted. On the one hand, just a few days ago I had told Amy that I wasn't ready to induct friends from my married life into my little cult. But on the other hand, here I was, checking out Toni's tight ass as she walked ahead of me.

I was on the verge of deciding against trying anything with Toni when I suddenly felt a wave of sexual energy crash over me. My cock got hard again and my mind was filled with sexual images and lust. As she stepped inside, Toni turned to look at me. "Oh, my," she said, and I could tell she felt something too. I knew, once again, exactly what to do.

I stepped rapidly toward Toni, put my hand on top of her head, and pushed down firmly. Toni sank to her knees without resistance. She reached out and unbuckled my belt and unzipped my jeans. Then, grabbing the waistband with both hand, she pulled my pants down.

My cock sprang out and, comically, smacked her on the forehead. I smiled, amused, but Toni ignored it. Instead she opened her mouth wide and engulfed my cock. Still holding the waistband with both hands, she pulled herself forward until my cock was deep in her throat, and once her lips were wrapped around the base of the shaft, she looked up into my eyes and began bobbing her head.

Toni did not give a tentative blowjob, but instead pulled back until my cock nearly left her mouth, then thrust forward until the head was in her throat and her lips were wrapped once again around the base. She sped up until she was sucking my cock at a breakneck speed, lodging my cock in her throat with each thrust.

"Oh, man" I moaned. "You are an incredible cocksucker."

Toni started making appreciative, lustful moaning sounds and I could feel the cum rising in my cock. I grabbed her head and pulled out so that just the tip of my cock rested in her mouth. "Don't swallow yet," I said, as I proceeded to cum onto her waiting tongue.

When I was done, she pulled my cock out of her mouth and showed me the cum pooled on her tongue. "Cum for me sitting just like that," I ordered.

Toni just nodded, unzipped her pants, and started masturbating frantically. I reached down and pulled up her sweater, then undid her bra. "I want to see," I said, and slid her bra off, revealing her breasts. They were gorgeous, large breasts, sticking out from her athletic frame on their own accord. I lightly pinched one of her nipples between my fingers.

Toni came shortly thereafter, and as the throes of her orgasm died down, I said, "Ok, you can swallow now" -- which she did with a smile.

As she got up, I realized we'd left the door open. 'I hope the neighbors saw,' I thought.

"I... I wasn't expecting..." she stuttered. She was shaking a little bit as she got up. And then a second later: "When can we do it again?"

I laughed. "Come by my place Friday night around 6," I said.