With a blowjob

Heather gazes into my eyes for a long moment, then instead of answering my question, she pulls my head to hers and kisses me hungrily. Her lips claim mine, and her tongue probes between them to explore my mouth. Our tongues meet and dance as we devour each other. She eventually breaks off the kiss, leaving me dazed and breathless, to slide down through the circle of my arms, ending up on her knees before me with my hands on her shoulders.

“I’ve been dreaming of doing this for weeks,” Heather says in a husky voice as she undoes my belt. “It’s all I’ve been able to think about all day.” She opens my pants and pulls out my dick. I’m as long and hard as I’ve ever been; when she gets it all the way out, her eyes go wide and she moans softly. One hand slips under her waistband, and I see the muscles of her arm start to flex.

“It’s even bigger than Alyssa said,” Heather marvels. “A cock this beautiful needs more room.” She can’t just yank my pants down with only one hand, and she appears unwilling to pull the other one out of her slit, but she works industriously to get everything off. I help her out until she has my pants and boxers down around my ankles, then kick them aside.

Heather rubs her face up and down my shaft several times, catlike, then licks it slowly from the base to the tip, her eyes fixed on mine. She swirls her tongue slowly around my little purple helmet, her mouth wide open. “Fuck, Heather, that’s so good . . .” I moan. “I never could have dreamed . . .” Her eyes sparkle. She caresses my glans with her lips and feathery licks of her tongue, then starts sucking it like an ice-cream cone. She sucks a little harder with each pass until I’m about to go out of my mind. “I’m—going—to cum,” I gasp.

Heather pulls off for a moment to say, “Yeah, cum for me, baby. Cum in my mouth. Let me taste your cream. Don’t hold back, baby—give me everything . . .”

“OK,” I grind out. “Here—I—” Heather seals her lips around the base of my cockhead and sucks hard. “—CUUUUMMMM!” My hips jerk involuntarily, but she was clearly prepared for the possibility, as she moves along with me. My hands clench on the counter behind me as my balls do their level best to send my spunk into orbit. Her eyes never leave mine as she guzzles my cum, swallowing blast after blast. She can’t quite keep up, so a little leaks out of the corners of her mouth, but not much.

When I collapse against the counter, spent for the moment, with a long groan, Heather releases me and licks her lips. “That was even better than I dreamed,” she says softly. “Thank you.”

“Thank you,” I say, my voice as shaky as my legs.

Heather stands up and takes my hand. “You look like your knees are about to give out on you,” she says. “I’ll take that as a compliment, but you should probably sit down.” She draws me over to the table, pours me a fresh mug of coffee, and offers me the tart plate. I claim a berry tart and set it down to take a long pull at my mug. She gets a mug and plate of her own, choosing a peach tart for herself, and sits down across the corner of the table. “So, Andrew, I owe you an answer,” she admits, sounding oddly hesitant. “Actually, I owe you about seven years’ worth of answers.”