More mind games...

Josh had intentionally not cleaned up for Joan. He actually made the place a little more cluttered, moving furniture around and shuffling boxes. He figured Joan was a control freak, and he wanted to make everything about himself seem totally out of control! That wasn’t far from the truth anyway.

After Joan had left, Josh pulled several steaks out and marinated them in some cheap whiskey. He covered them and would return to them when it was time to cook them up. Josh then set off to his planned tasks for the day. He spackled the bedroom walls in record time, occupying his mind with visions of what Joan was doing at that very moment. After taking a quick break for lunch, Josh returned to the bedroom for sanding. Needless to say, time went by quickly for Josh as he realized the evening was about to begin. He was halfway down the steps when he heard the knocking on the door. His arms were full of construction supplies, so he couldn’t answer it. He just yelled, in his quarterback voice, “Come on in!”

Joan opened the door and walked in, just as Josh was hitting the landing. The two almost collided, walking into each other’s path. Josh only had the opportunity for a quick glance before he said, “Excuse me,” moving past Joan with his supplies. He smiled inwardly knowing he had predicted Joan to a tee. He was pleasantly thrilled to see her in such a provocative outfit. He was in the middle of the living room, dumping his tools in a pile when Joan spoke up.

“I’m sorry,” Joan embarrassingly stuttered, “I … I didn’t … I didn’t know, I mean … Maybe I should come back another time?” Joan had not expected this. She figured she’d be coming into a nice candlelit room, or at least a little cozier atmosphere. She felt awkward all dressed up, while her host was in tattered, torn jeans, and a dirty, torn tee shirt. She was clean with perfume and makeup, while Josh was filthy with dirt, dust, Spackle and sweat. He definitely didn’t make an initial impression.

Josh read all of Joan’s thoughts as they were clearly displayed on her telling face. It was exactly what he had planned. Now it was time to put the rest of the plan into motion. “No, no, no. The steaks are ready to throw on the grill. I just got caught up on my project, and needed to get it done. You know; can’t leave anything half-done!” He smiled warmly melting Joan again. “Here, let me take those.” He grabbed the two bottles from Joan as she stood motionless, trying to figure out what she got herself into. Josh chilled the bottles as Joan wandered aimlessly around the cluttered living room. “How ‘bout a scotch and soda before dinner,” Josh asked from the kitchen.

Joan blinked in disbelief, wondering how Josh knew what her favorite drink was. “Yeah, that sounds great!” Again, her mind startled swirling, despite the fact that her fantasy night of romance was shattered.

Josh appeared quickly holding a serving tray with two glasses already filled, along with the bottle of scotch, and a small bottle of soda. He kicked away some small boxes off the coffee table and placed the tray down. He offered Joan her glass as he drank from his. He gulped half of it down before Joan had two sips. “Sorry’ bout the mess. Movin’ in and remodeling at the same time can be very messy. Here, let me move these so you can be comfortable.” Josh moved some large boxes off the couch, clearing it for Joan. Joan was about to tell him not to bother, but the sight of him bending over, his tight ass filling those jeans, and his muscled arms lifting those boxes captivated her in silence. Joan stood, momentarily speechless before accepting his offer to have a seat. Josh gulped the remainder of his drink and set it on the table in front of Joan. “I hope you don’t mind. I’m going to take a quick shower and get cleaned up.” Josh lifted his tee shirt from his body and wiped the sweat from his forehead with it. Joan gasped upon seeing his chiseled frame and his six-pack abdomen, sending shivers throughout her body once again. She could feel the moisture gather in her loins as Josh stripped half-naked in front of her. “Make yourself comfortable. Have another drink. I’ll be right back.” Josh swiped the dirty shirt across his chest absorbing the shiny droplets of perspiration. He disappeared up the steps in a flash.

Joan sat in silence as she sipped her drink, listening to the running water above her. She painted a picture in her mind of what Josh looked like while he showered. She finished her drink and quickly made another as she envisioned his naked body being scrubbed clean, with an extra emphasis on cleaning the golden shaft of love. By the time Josh came down the steps, Joan was on her third glass, practically salivating with anticipation.

“Sorry it took so long!” Josh was now cleaned up, and had an aromatic cologne on that wafted directly to Joan’s nostrils. She inhaled the intoxicating aroma, seeming to draw her like a magnet to him. Josh brushed right by her, ignoring her dazed and lust-filled eyes, pleading to skip the steak and just eat each other. “Ready for some steak?” Joan simply hummed. “How do you like it?”

Joan was still in a daze, not fully comprehending what Josh was saying until he repeated the question. “Oh, medium is fine.”

Josh was tossing her another curve, “Isn’t your husband joining us? I’ve got a steak for him also.”

Joan blinked several times, not quite sure she understood him correctly. Had she misinterpreted everything? Was he not interested in her? Didn’t he say ‘just yourself’? Her fantasy world was once again shattered. Every time it felt like she were holding a snow globe where everything was perfect inside, then something happened and the globe dropped to the floor, breaking into a million pieces. She was confused and didn’t quite know how to answer. “Uh … um … he had to work late … um … and then he was going to his parents’ house.” She gave a partially true account.

“Oh? That’s too bad! I’d really looked forward to meeting him. Maybe next time.” Josh was twisting Joan in knots as she tried to interpret Josh’s behavior. It made her frustrated that she was unable to predict, nor control what was happening. She excused herself to use the powder room. She needed to ‘freshen up’ and regain her composure before she lost her mind. In the small bathroom she took a damp towel and blotted her forehead and her neck, trying to minimize the heat and the redness from her embarrassing situation. When she came out, Josh had two steaks and a vegetable medley already served on the kitchen table. He was pouring a bottle of Joan’s wine as she sat at her seat. Josh apologized once again for not having the dining room ready.

The two ate dinner, chatting continuously. Josh seemed to be asking a lot of questions, while Joan merrily supplied all the answers. Most of the conversation was about the various neighbors. Josh was comparing Joan’s descriptions to Brian’s. Surprisingly, they matched; Joan even knew about Ann’s ‘lucrative dancing career.’ She didn’t have much to say about Brian and Lee, other than that Brian was a big sport nut, and Lee was fairly shy and conservative. Little did she know! She detailed her husband’s job as an accountant with a local big name firm, adding that his long hours left her home alone on many occasions. Josh could tell the liquor was working, as Joan was shifting the conversation ever so slightly. Josh prodded with little quips and comments, leaving Joan to ramble on about how dissatisfied she was with her married life, without really saying it. After nearly an hour, the two had finished dinner. Joan was amazed at Josh’s culinary skills, commenting that was one of the best steaks she’s had in a long time. They continued chatting at the table finishing the second bottle of wine. Joan took the opportunity to lean forward, resting her elbows on the table, knowingly giving Josh an excellent view of her heaving cleavage. Josh did take notice, playfully letting Joan know he picked up on her subtle nuances. He was proud to be playing her like a fiddle.

He suggested they return to the sofa, where he opened a new bottle of cognac, offering Joan a large snifter nearly filled. Josh knew he didn’t have to treat Joan like Barb Testa, but alcohol always helped the situation. The tension in the air grew thicker as the snifter got lower. Both Josh and Joan were parrying each other with sexual comments and gestures, waiting for the other to bite and take the hook. Josh was merely playing with Joan, while Joan was really trying to get Josh to jump her. She just couldn’t bring herself to throw herself at him. By eleven o’clock, the snifters were empty and Joan was frustrated and exhausted, dismayed that Josh didn’t take advantage of her. She looked at her watch and decided she could call it a night and get back home at a reasonable hour. She excused herself, saying that she ought to get home, and thanked Josh for a wonderful meal. She politely accepted his offer to walk her to the door.

She drunkenly staggered to the doorway with Josh right behind her. She reached for the knob, steadying her balance as she turned to say goodbye once more. Josh placed his hand atop hers, holding the brass handle momentarily.

Joan felt the electricity flow from her fingertips through her entire body. She was being electrocuted by some unknown force, sending sexual shock waves throughout her body. Her entire body convulsed before she opened her eyes to find Josh standing in front of her. His body was pressed against hers, his head bowed down looking into her eyes. She strained her neck looking up into the royal blue eyes, her body shadowed by his size. “Aw, fuck,” she cried out, releasing her hand from the door, wrapping her arms around Josh’s neck and sealing her lips to his. She forcefully pushed her tongue past his lips to duel with his. Her heart stopped as she relinquished control only to resume beating much faster when Josh fought back with his tongue.

Josh had pinned her up against the door as he ravaged her mouth, pressing his growing bulge against her rapidly rising and falling belly. Joan wasted no time, eagerly tugging at Josh’s polo shirt, feeling his hard chest press against hers. The two broke their feverish kiss just long enough to yank the shirt from around Josh’s neck before resuming their passionate tongue twisting. Joan squeezed her hands between the two bodies, deftly undoing the button jeans and lowering the zipper. She reached in, gasping in surprise and shock when she could barely wrap her hand around the shaft, which still wasn’t fully hard. Her body trembled as she began stroking the semi-hard shaft, realizing that not only was he big in girth, but also quite long also. She quickly wrapped her thumbs in his waist and freed him and his cock of any coverings, lowering his pants to the floor. Josh wiggled his hips aiding Joan in her efforts, finally stepping out of his jeans, still never breaking their heated kissing. Now that Joan had him completely naked, she had to inspect her idyllic god in closer detail. She broke the kiss in order to see the fine work of art displayed in front of her, staring down in disbelief at the growing member forming in her hands. Josh placed his hands on her shoulders, gently, but firmly, pushing her downward.

Joan willingly lowered to her knees, finally face to face with the object of her desire. She cupped the loving shaft with both hands, in awe of its size and beauty. She pumped the shaft one time, priming the engine for peak performance, bringing a tiny, clear, pearl dollop of sweet nectar out for inspection. Joan’s eyes sparkled with glee just before kissing the tennis ball sized head, smearing the sticky liquid across her painted lips. She quickly licked her lips to taste the syrup she was tapping from the trunk. Delighted and intoxicated, Joan began kissing the idyllic masterpiece all over, laving her tongue over the shaft every opportunity she had. Joan stroked the silky shaft as the eyelet opening winked at her with every pump. He was too large for her to take in her mouth, so she kept licking, kissing, and stroking his shaft, bringing him closer and closer to Joan’s heightened level of ecstasy.

Josh tangled his fingers in Joan’s hair as she knelt before him, guiding her head as she kissed and bathed his cock. He wanted to feel his cock inside her luscious mouth, hitting the back of her throat. It became obvious that Joan wasn’t going to take the initiative, so Josh waited for the right opportunity. It came when Joan was planting her kisses on his purple, knobby head. He tightened his grip, holding Joan’s head still, and thrust his hips forward.

Joan couldn’t believe what was happening! The fat, over-sized salami was pushing past her pursed lips with determined effort. She felt her lips part as the snake head banged against her teeth, which opened up, willingly allowing the alien invader a safe haven inside her mouth. Joan felt her lips being stretched as her jaw opened wider and wider, surprisingly able to accommodate Josh’s girth. Despite the occasional discomfort, Joan was elated when she felt the crown pop past her lips. She had him! She had him in her mouth! Josh slowly began sliding his over sized appendage in and out, going slightly deeper with each thrust as more and more of his cock became lubricated with Joan’s saliva. Once Josh had broken the seal, it wasn’t long before he was hitting the back of her throat. Joan was humming now as her body exploded in another series of tremors. As she was convulsing, her muscles relaxed, allowing Josh to slip even deeper, now going into her throat. Once again, Joan salivated, knowing that she was pleasing her lover. It was somewhere around this point that Joan realized, she hadn’t given a blowjob in nearly seven years, and hoped she still had the skills, even though no one compared in size to Josh.

Josh had Joan right where he wanted her, on her knees in front of him, with his cock buried in her throat. It had been almost two weeks since Josh had been with a woman, so the attention he was receiving was quickly bringing his juices to boiling. With determined effort, he began fucking Joan’s face. Joan’s fists around his cock controlled how deep he was going, but Josh kept pumping away, feeling the vibrations running through his cock as Joan’s lips tickled his skin when she hummed in pleasure. Josh grunted when he felt his nut sack tighten, holding Joan firmly in place as his cock throbbed.

Joan’s eyes widened as she realized Josh was about to cum. She was happy, but she didn’t want to waste it on a blowjob. She wanted his hot lava deep in her flaming cavern. To make matters worse, he was going to shoot it in her mouth! Joan never took it in the mouth before. She would always jerk ‘em off as they came; however, Josh was holding her tightly in place. Her mouth filled even more so as his flesh expanded, his rocket boosters ignited. Joan felt the cock pulse violently at least five times. Then there was a brief moment where nothing happened. Then all of a sudden Joan’s mouth was flooded with hot, sticky syrupy liquid. Jet after jet pulsed out of the tube, flooding the tight confines. Trying to keep from swallowing, Joan let the abundant offering leak from the tight o-ring seal she had on Josh’s cock. Cum was running out all over the place, drooling down her chin and falling unknowingly into her lap, staining her black pants. Much to Joan’s dismay however, Josh was not done, pushing forward and lodging his still spurting cock in her throat. Joan had two options, either gag and cough, or swallow! The force at which his cock was still spurting sent the creamy concoction straight down her throat, not giving her the earlier option. Joan found herself swallowing the sweet syrup and hungering for more as she did so! Something had snapped in Joan, for now she eagerly tried to swallow every last drop Josh gave her. She continually milked his cock till he gave no more. Joan then wiped her face with his cock, licking up the residue. She realized she was hungry for his cum! She continued licking and cleaning his shaft when they were done, pleasantly surprised and somewhat hopeful finding his cock still rock hard and solid.