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Binita takes a seat on the coach and starts tapping away on her phone. As I stand a few feet behind her, I can’t help but reflect on how bizarre a situation I’ve found myself in. There is a completely nude stranger sitting on my couch reading… what appears to be an article on the top 10 best natural lube alternatives.

I realize that one of the elements making this feel so bizarre is that I’m fully dressed while, as I mentioned (but still can’t quite believe), she is entirely naked. So, I shed my flannel pants and white t-shirt. Though, I leave my briefs on for now. I never liked the idea of walking around with everything hanging out there and swinging around. So, I figure I’ll keep it packed away until it’s needed.

Binita hears the sounds of me undressing and glances at me, but quickly looks back at her phone.

“Do you… have any vaseline?” Binita asks quietly.

“Probably,” I answer. “Why don’t you check the medicine cabinet?”

I point her to the bathroom and add, “I'll pour us a couple drinks while you’re at it.”

She rolls her eyes and shakes her head at that. Oh yeah, that’s right… for a second I felt like I had a girl over for a date and slipped into “entertaining a guest” mode. I guess this is… a slightly different situation. But honestly, a drink sounds pretty good right about now. So, I grab the bottle of red wine I planned on sharing with the girl who ghosted me two months ago and finally open it.

I finish pouring two glasses as Binita returns from the bathroom holding out a jar of vaseline toward me. Her other hand does it’s best to conceal her pussy. Though, I guess she’d given up on covering up her tits at this point.

“Here, I’ll trade ya,” I say, offering up one of the glasses of wine.

She doesn’t respond, nor does she take the glass. Instead, she just holds out the jar while staring at the ground. Hmm, honestly I think I prefer the snippier Binita that first walked through the door rather than this shy Binita. But, once we get to showtime, I doubt it’ll matter which version of her I’m dealing with considering they both share the same ass.

“Take the glass Binita, then sit and drink with me,” I say.

So, she takes the glass and I take the vaseline. Then, she sits her rump back on the couch and takes a sip of the wine.

I sit right next to her so that our thighs are touching, place the vaseline down on the coffee table, and throw an arm around her shoulder.

“Cheers,” I say and clink my glass against hers. Though I have to reach a little as she, unsurprisingly doesn’t meet me in the middle as one normally does when “cheers-ing”.

She shakes her head and finally, some of her spunk returns, “What the fuck are you doing?”

“What do you mean?” I ask.

“You… you… why are we sitting here having a drink... like we’re on a date or something? Why are you pretending any of this is normal??” she asks.

“Good point,” I reply. “While we talk, why don’t you take my underwear off and give me a nice, slow handjob.”

She shakes her head but gets to it, placing her drink on the table then kneeling in front of me to pull my briefs down. Seeing my dick, now out in the open and inches from her face… I have a realization... you know what’s better than a handjob? A blowjob. Even in my limited experience, I’ve at least picked up on that universal truth.

“Actually, Binita… while you’re down there…”

“Yeah, yeah,” she says, as if to say, “Yeah I know what you’re gonna say.”

And suddenly I feel my cock enveloped in the unique combination of warm and moist that I haven’t felt in way too long.

I take a sip of wine as she slowly bobs her head up and down my shaft. Damn, I gotta say… I might not hate this particular dating app. Speaking of which… I grab my phone from the coffee table and navigate back to the app… then start swiping again.

After a few right and left swipes, I land on a super hot blonde girl… easily a 10. The second picture on her profile is her in a bikini, huge tits proudly on display. Goddamn I wish I could match with her. For now, I settle for being able to stare at her body and pretend it’s her mouth on my dick, rather than Binita’s. Damn, that’s pretty demeaning, isn’t it? But, also, kind of turning me on… the idea that I have a girl blowing me while I actively search for other, better girls. It felt like sweet **** on the dozens of girls that made my dating life the hell that it’d been over the last few years.

I think of the last girl that I went out with, Melanie. The girl that was supposed to come over and share this bottle of wine with me. The girl that didn’t show up and then stopped replying to my texts. Damn, that makes me mad.

I grab the sides of Binita’s head and start maneuvering it myself, pulling it hard onto my cock before yanking it back and pushing it down again. I believe the proper term for what I was doing to her now is “face fucking” and I gotta say, it is definitely helping to relieve my frustrations.

With each thrust, I feel the tip of my cock slip down the tight entry of her throat and here the beautiful “GLUCK” sound that often accompanies deep throating. Soon, I feel the familiar sensation of an approaching orgasm. So I stop myself, holding still in her mouth for a moment before yanking her mouth off my dick.

While Binita coughs, struggling to catch her breath, I down the rest of my wine glass and tell her to…