The Blowjob

She stood close to the wall, the sleet filled wind came whipping down the street. She put her hands deeper into her pockets and pulled her shoulders up  to her ears. The cellphone buzzed against her palm and she picked it up.

“Max”

I’m curious to see if this magic mouth actually can get me off.

Her cheeks got instantly warm and hot honey spread through her body. The same sensation she felt every time she talked to, chatted with, texted or thought of Max.

Max the man she had met a month ago at a conference in Chicago. Max who stood out among the cooperative crowd. As soon as he had come into her view she had noticed him. Slender with thick dark hair.  He had moved with a different swagger in his step, the same way people do who play in a band. He didn’t seem to belong to anyone. He didn’t look for anyone.

He had walked straight up to the walnut bar, stood across from her and ordered a beer. He tapped on the counter with his long fingers as he waited. When the beer arrived he put the bottle to his lips and drank a few mouthfuls. When he put down the bottle on the bar he met her eyes and smiled. Friendly. Charming. Wicked.

After he drank some more he walked up to her and extended his hand.

“Hi I’m Max.”

She heard the slightest southern drawl in his voice.

“I’m Leah.”

He leaned in and looked very carefully at her right earring, lifted it gently with his thumb and first finger.

“Is this Evenstar?”

She could hear the surprise and curiosity in his voice.

“Yeah, I’m a real fan.”

After that they had talked about one thing after another. If he said one thing she said, “Me too!” If she told him something he said, “No way!” Whatever subject they talked about they seemed to be eerily alike.  When everybody else had started to call it a night, they had still been talking.

Eventually they ended up in the hallway outside her hotel room.

“Are you going to invite me in?”

He was very close to her face and she could feel his warm breath against her lips.

“No.”

First he looked surprised, then he smiled and moved even closer.

“I am surprisingly good at making out in the hallways of fancy hotels.”

And that was what they did. Kissed, put their hands everywhere they could reach. She pulled on his hair, licked his ears and nibbled on his neck. She hadn’t made out like this in a long time. Almost had forgotten how it felt. How someone’s breath, tongue, hands can bring you to the verge of an orgasm. Fully dressed, standing up sex.

When they finally had said good night she had stumbled into her hotel room. Dizzy, red cheeked, wet through her panties.

The next morning she hadn’t seen him even though he had promised , “See you at breakfast.”

Disappointed, she had gone home only to find an email waiting for her as soon as she had turned on her computer. Now a month later they had spent many hours on the phone, even more hours on the computer.  And now about forty-five minutes ago they had discussed oral sex. He had proclaimed for certain that he never ever came during a blowjob. She had said with a voice filled with cockiness that it was because he never had met her before.

Leah looked around to see if she could spot Jodi’s car in the dark, sleety night. They were going out for dinner tonight and Jodi had made her promise to spill everything about Max. She looked at the text message again, the hot honey bubbled. Never in her life had she been as horny as she had been the last month. How could this man affect her like this, only with his words and his voice?

Deep in her crimson thoughts she didn’t even notice when Jodi stopped the car right in front of her.

“Hey girl!”

Leah looked up from the phone and saw Jodi standing on the sidewalk next to her.

“Oh, hi.”

“What were you thinking about?”

Leah laughed and shook her head.

The restaurant was a warm respite from the cold, raw evening outside. They got a booth by the window and Jodi sat down heavily. She was due in a couple of months but she carried all the weight low down already.

“So,” Jodi panted, “tell me all about this mysterious Max.”

Leah sat down, smiled and started to tell. She was only interrupted by the waiter. A young mulatto woman with wild hair and amazing light green eyes. They ordered a selection of sushi and water and then she kept talking. The sushi arrived, a rainbow on a white plate. It just slipped out, she didn’t mean to say it, but the sushi roll was so good and the words just flowed out.

“And he says that he doesn’t come during oral sex.”

Jodi chewed, nodded and chewed some more.

“Ah, Vincent said that too when we first got together. “

Leah picked up another sushi piece and dipped in the soy sauce.

“I think it is about the ability to let go,” Jodi said. She put a hand on her stomach and caressed it. “Men who like to be in charge don’t like the feeling of losing control. During intercourse they can decide much more but when a woman has their…” Jodi stopped and smiled, then she leaned forward, “I think that old couple is listening.”

Leah turned her head and looked; an old couple was staring at Jodi with curious eyes. Leah put her hand over her mouth and giggled.  Jodi continued whispering;

“When a woman has their cock in her hands and in her mouth, she is in control and can decide when he actually will get off.”

Leah took a sip of water and thought about what Jodi had said. Thought about Max’s sweetness, passion and open-mindedness. And then she thought about how he often said “we will see” when she tried to plan a “phone date”  or asked him if he would be home later, thought about what he had told her about his childhood and then she thought about how he had said  he hated it when people told him what to do.  

“You might actually be right about that.”

Jodi nodded and smiled brightly towards the old couple and said very loudly,

“Or he has never had his dick sucked as good as you can do it.”  

Leah smiled and said fairly loud herself.

“Oh, of that I am 100% certain.”

And to her amazement the old couple applauded.