She wants a child, no strings.

She looks into your eyes as she speaks, "I've been living in New York for a few years after getting through college, trying to make my way towards a degree in electrical engineering." She smiles a little wider, "I'm looking forward to helping design better systems for building projects and working out a few theories on more refined wiring systems." You smiled and listened, not an expert on the field certainly but more then willing to listen to Joanna to get her to open up to your advances.

She continues, "Anyways, I'm close to my degree, but I had begun wondering about a family a few months ago, after a bad breakup." Her face slightly sours, "The guy had a bit of a poor attention span, and a bevy of bad choices when we went on dates that put me off wanting anything serious, but he's not the only guy that's put me off, about six dates worth has shown me perhaps I'm too picky about who I wanted to spend my life with, or perhaps it's just an insecurity about commitment, but..." She trails off momentarily, seemingly looking deeper into your eyes, "I want to have a child, to raise and spoil and teach and love."

You nod, "I see where you're coming from, and why you came here." You bring your right hand over slowly to gently lay a few fingers over her own hand, and Joanna softly blushes as she looks down at your touch, looking into your eyes and continuing, "Yes, it's not hard to guess, I just don't want a partner in my life, just the child." She softly twists her hand and curls her thumb to lightly stroke over your fingers, lightly puckering her lips before continuing, "I've looked into artificial insemination of course, but it really didn't appeal to me to have some cold turkey baster in my injecting me full of lukewarm seed. I want my time conceiving my child with someone who can bring me to bliss, then fade away."

You nod, and she quickly adds, "Not that I would forget you or treat this as insignificant!"

You chuckle and nod, "I understand what you're saying, you want the experience of making love, happy memories, but no long lasting relationships that bring you stress. I have to admit I could easily say that's kind of my own reasoning here, not that making love to beautiful women like you isn't an incredible boon." You smile with a hint of playfulness as you speak honestly, "But if I'm able to help a woman like you reach a more happy life, I am more then glad Joanna."

You lean over to kiss her cheek gently, a gesture she accepts, a soft blush forming at her cheeks, when suddenly she turns her face and kisses your lips firmly! A shiver running down her spine as her soft lips press into yours, and her left hand reaches over to gently push the upper leg of yours off to bare your shaft, the hand moving down and gently grasping your cock, pulling it up lightly and undulating fingers along it, quickly bringing blood to fill it as she breaks the kiss, "That's my life story, now I want to fill one incredible page before the next chapter." She brings her mouth quickly down to nibble over your throat, a soft moan escaping your throat as she undulates her fingers a little faster over your cock.

Your own right hand moves over to softly stroke it's palm and fingertips over her left, clothed thigh, before sliding up over her side, then around and up her back, her body leaning closer in response as the hand comes up to the back of her hair and cups the back of her head, while you shift your mouth to kiss hers again, pushing your tongue with the slightest edge of aggression into her mouth to slide along her own tongue, making her groan and squeeze your cock hard, it's full length now reached and throbbing in need.