I had always been a woman who knew what she wanted, especially when it came to men and pleasure. My name is Mary Ellen, and at 39 years old, I had a reputation for being a confident, sensual lover, with a particular skill for driving men wild with my mouth. I took great delight in the art of seduction and the power I held over the opposite sex, especially when I was on my knees.
It was a typical Friday night in San Francisco, and I found myself at a local bar, a dimly lit establishment known for its craft cocktails and a diverse clientele. I sat alone at the counter, my fiery red hair cascading over my shoulders, a glass of red wine in hand. My pale skin glowed under the soft lighting, and I felt a sense of anticipation as I scanned the room, searching for my next conquest. My blue eyes locked onto a figure sitting a few stools away, and my heart skipped a beat.
He was unassuming, with brown hair neatly combed, and a pair of glasses that gave him an air of intelligence. His name was Richard, I later learned, a 35-year-old accountant who seemed to be as shy as they come. He was engrossed in a book, his eyes darting across the pages, seemingly unaware of the world around him. There was something about his focused intensity that drew me in, and I felt a familiar thrill course through my body.
As I observed him, I noticed his hands—long, slender fingers that gripped the book with a gentle yet firm hold. I imagined those hands caressing my body, exploring every inch of my skin. My mind began to wander, and I pictured myself on my knees in front of him, his cock in my mouth, while he continued to read, oblivious to the pleasure I was providing. The thought made me wet, and I shifted in my seat, adjusting my position to relieve the sudden ache between my thighs.
I took a sip of my wine, my eyes never leaving Richard. I knew I had to make my move, but I wanted to do it in a way that would surprise him, to catch him off guard. I signaled the bartender for another drink, something stronger this time, as I needed the liquid courage to execute my plan.
With a glass of whiskey in hand, I slid off my bar stool and made my way towards Richard. My heart was pounding, and I felt a rush of adrenaline as I approached. Clearing my throat softly, I spoke, my voice laced with a hint of seduction. “Excuse me, I couldn’t help but notice your book. I’m a bit of a literature enthusiast myself. Mind if I join you?”
Richard looked up, startled, his eyes widening behind his glasses. He seemed taken aback by my sudden appearance, but his shy smile was welcoming. “Oh, um, sure. Please, have a seat.” His voice was soft, almost timid, and I could sense his nervousness.
I sat beside him, our thighs brushing against each other, and I felt a spark of electricity. “So, what are you reading?” I asked, leaning in closer, my breath warm on his cheek.
“It’s, uh, ‘The Great Gatsby,'” he stammered, his eyes flickering between the book and my face. “I’m rereading it, actually. It’s one of my favorites.”
“Ah, a classic,” I purred, running my fingers along the spine of the book. “I love Fitzgerald. His writing is so sensual, don’t you think?” I let my hand linger on the book, my fingers brushing against his.
Richard’s breath hitched, and he nodded, his eyes fixed on my lips. “Yes, yes, it is. I mean, the way he describes the parties, the decadence… it’s quite something.”
I smiled, leaning even closer, my lips almost touching his ear. “I prefer a different kind of decadence, something more… intimate.” I let my words hang in the air, my breath warm against his skin.
Richard’s eyes widened further, and I could see the desire in them, mixed with a hint of uncertainty. “I, um, I don’t usually… I mean, I’m not very experienced with…” He trailed off, his face flushing.
I placed my hand on his thigh, feeling the muscle tense beneath my touch. “Shh, it’s okay. I like to take the lead sometimes. And I have a feeling you’ll enjoy it.” I squeezed his thigh gently, my fingers inching higher, closer to the bulge in his pants.
As if on cue, Richard’s cock began to stir, growing harder by the second. I could feel it pressing against my palm, and I bit my lip to suppress a moan. “You like that, don’t you?” I whispered, my voice husky with desire.
He nodded, his eyes closing briefly, surrendering to the sensation. “Yes, please… more.”
My fingers found the button of his pants, and with a swift motion, I undid it, reaching inside to free his hardening length. Richard gasped, his hips jerking forward involuntarily. I stroked him slowly, enjoying the feel of his cock in my hand, thick and warm.
“Oh God,” he whispered, his voice hoarse. “I can’t believe this is happening.”
“Believe it,” I whispered back, leaning in to kiss his neck, my lips leaving a trail of wetness. “And this is just the beginning.”
With that, I sank to my knees, the barstool creaking in protest. Richard’s eyes widened further, and he gripped the edge of the counter as if to steady himself. I took his cock in my hand, admiring the way it throbbed in anticipation. It was thick and long, with a slight curve, and I couldn’t wait to taste it.
Leaning forward, I licked the tip, my tongue swirling around the head, tasting the salty pre-cum that had already begun to leak from the slit. Richard groaned, his hips thrusting forward, pushing his cock deeper into my mouth. I took him in, inch by inch, my lips sliding down his shaft, my throat welcoming his girth.
“Oh fuck, yes,” he hissed, his hands now buried in my hair, guiding my movements. “Your mouth… it’s incredible.”
I sucked and licked, my tongue working its magic, my lips tight around his shaft. I loved the way he tasted, the way he filled my mouth, and the way his breath hitched with every stroke of my tongue. I could feel his balls tighten against my chin as he neared his climax, and I wanted to draw out his pleasure, to make it last.
Withdrawing my mouth, I looked up at him, my eyes smoldering with desire. “Do you want to come in my mouth, Richard?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper.
He nodded frantically, his eyes wild with lust. “Yes, please… I want to feel it… all of it.”
I took him back into my mouth, this time with more urgency. I sucked him hard, my lips sliding up and down his shaft, my hand working the base in a firm grip. Richard’s breath came in ragged gasps, and I could feel his orgasm building, his cock throbbing against my tongue.
“Oh God, I’m gonna…” he grunted, his hands tightening in my hair.
I sucked harder, my lips and tongue working in perfect harmony, milking his cock for every drop. Richard’s hips bucked wildly, and with a loud groan, he came, his hot cum shooting down my throat. I swallowed eagerly, relishing the taste of him, the thick, warm liquid coating my mouth.
As his orgasm subsided, I continued to suck gently, milking the last drops from his spent cock. Richard slumped back in his seat, his eyes closed, a look of pure bliss on his face. I stood, my knees slightly shaky, and smiled down at him.
“That was… incredible,” he managed to say, his voice hoarse and breathless.
I winked at him, straightening my dress. “It was just the beginning, Richard. I have a feeling you and I are going to have a lot of fun together.”
With that, I left the bar, my heart racing and my mind buzzing with excitement. Richard, the shy accountant, had just experienced a side of himself he never knew existed, and I couldn’t wait to explore it further. I knew that this was just the start of a steamy adventure, one that would push boundaries and fulfill desires we never knew we had.
Little did Richard know, I had only just begun to show him the power of a woman’s touch, and the pleasures that lay ahead would change his life forever.
