Rick and I sat across from each other at a table at my favorite delicatessen. It was our first date, and even though I thought he was attractive with his dark curly hair and green eyes, I hadn’t felt a real spark between us since we’d sat down. He was polite, and I was polite. He made small talk, and I countered.
Mostly, we stared at the vintage movie posters on the walls around us and listened to conversations at nearby tables. I wondered what he was thinking. I was thinking about the fact that I’d like to suck his cock, but that’s not the sort of thing the average girl can work into small talk at a deli.
Rick and I had met in the elevator at our office building and had flirted for weeks before he had finally asked me out. Although we had common tastes in cinema (noir) and novels (pulp), we both seemed stymied by conversation. I wasn’t sure if it was because we were both hoping something else would happen, or if it had simply been too long since I’d last been on a first date. Sometimes you get rusty. But what I felt was more lusty than rusty every time I met Rick’s gaze, I wondered what his cock looked like. Maybe that was why the conversation kept dissipating between us. My mind was on something else entirely. Yet I couldn’t seem to make the first move. The thought of his cock made me tongue tied, for want of a better phrase.
I’ve always been the kind of girl who loves to give blowjobs. I know some women don’t, but it’s my favorite sexual activity. When I like a guy, I want to get to know his cock as well as himself and I always find my fantasies straying to what his rod will taste like when I get my first tantalizing lick.
But with Rick, things were proceeding so slowly that I was sure I’d end the night unfulfilled. I was seriously considering making our first date be our last, when something happened to change everything between us. As I opened up my bottle of soda pop, the drink practically erupted in my hand. I didn’t know what to do no napkins were close by so I slid my mouth over the top and caught all the fizzy liquid without thinking. When I looked over at Rick, I saw that his cheeks had gone red.
“Wow,” he said.
I swallowed the soda. “Wow, what?”
“I have to commend your immediate problem solving skills.”
“Never miss a drop,” I countered, and because I wasn’t planning on anything else happening between us, I added, “That could be my middle name.”
His cheeks went redder. Suddenly, the dull conversation we’d been having evaporated, and a whole new atmosphere descended over our table.
“Really? Marie ‘Never Miss a Drop’ Hanson?” He grinned at me, and I found myself charmed by his sultry smile. “I’ll have to admit, that does have a ring to it. Are there any other reasons for this unusual nickname of yours?” While I watched, he randomly toyed with his own soda bottle. I was wondering if he might shake up the soda, simply to see if I would slurp up the erupting bubbles, but no, he simply ran his fingertips over the mouth of the bottle and waited for my response.
I took my time. I had been attracted to Rick from the beginning, and I’d been excited when he initially asked me out. Now, the sparks were not only flying, they were carbonating. “Rick,” I said, and I put my hand on top of his, “I don’t like things to get too messy. If I’m doing the job right, I lick to I mean, like to clean up every last drop.” I ran my tongue along my top lip after I spoke.
“Of a soda?” he asked, and I would swear his voice was trembling.
“I wouldn’t stop at sodas,” I said. I nudged his foot under the table. He nudged mine back. I could feel my panties getting wet in the center. Who knew an overly fizzy soda could be so damn erotic?
“Mineral water?” he asked.
“Definitely mineral water,” I said.
“Champagne?” Now he moved so he was holding my hand instead of simply allowing mine to rest on his. I could feel heat in my own cheeks. The image flashed in my head of knocking all the plates onto the floor and climbing onto the table. Rather than make a scene, I suggested, “Why don’t we find out? I have a bottle at my place.”
That was all the impetus we needed. We drove back to my apartment, and I knew that the whole way there, Rick was imagining my mouth on the head of his cock, my tongue tricking along the underside, my cheeks indenting as I gave him the wettest, sweetest blowjob of his life. How did I know that? Because that’s all I was thinking about, too.
Although I really did have a bottle of champagne in the fridge I keep one chilled at all times in case of “emergencies” we didn’t pause in the kitchen. I grabbed Rick’s hand and led him directly to my bedroom, where we both stripped as quickly as we could. I think I had my mouth open before I even had my sweater off. I was that hungry to taste his cock. When I was in position on the bed, I looked Rick over. He was handsome naked, his body muscled and compact. But I didn’t care about the muscles right now. I only had eyes for his cock, which was standing at full mast and aimed in my direction.
Rick said, “So now will you explain exactly how you got that nickname?”
“It’s better if I show you,” I told him, and I reached for his hips and parted my lips. He sank the first inch of his cock into my mouth, and then he sighed. “Jesus, that feels good.”
I would have said the same thing, except my mouth was too full of cock to talk. Instead, I let him know how much I was enjoying myself with my actions rather than my words. I swirled my tongue around the head of his dick, and then I began to bob up and down, drawing more and more of his length into my mouth with each movement. Rick ran his fingers through my long dark hair as I sucked him. I focused on the way his silky skin felt in my mouth and the way he tasted, which was just as delicious as I’d imagined.
As I lost myself in the blowjob, I recalled how we’d met, how I’d felt that instant connection with him, and wondered why we hadn’t done this at the start. We’d been too caught in the social morays of behaving correctly get to know each other before you go to second base. Now rather than feeling stymied by small talk, I had my mouth all full of his throbbing cock, and I was infinitely more relaxed than I’d been at the deli. This was something I knew how to do, and I knew how to do it well.
I licked and sucked his cock until I heard him begin to breathe faster. That was my key to slow down and really linger. I wanted to stretch out the blowjob for him, so that he would be almost desperate for release when I finally let him come. That was the plan, anyway. But Rick took matters into his own hands. And by “hands,” I mean tongue.
He pulled back from me, and I was left with my mouth open, looking at him with a startled expression. Why was he moving? Had I done something wrong?
“Lie down,” he commanded. I obeyed his order immediately, excited about what might happen next. In seconds, Rick was on me in a sixty nine position, with his mouth on my pussy and his cock poised above my lips. I resumed sucking him, but now he echoed my movements with his tongue on my clit. Suddenly, my world became concentrated on two actions suck and buck. I felt the climax growing inside me as Rick began circling my clit with the tip of his tongue. The move was so simple, circles trapped in circles, but my body responded in a much more complex manner. My hips began to lift off the bed without any will of my own, bucking against Rick’s mouth. I was lost in the feeling of being well cared for, and for a moment I forgot my own job. But then Rick nudged my lips with the head of his cock, and I resumed what I’d been doing before, giving him a world class blowjob.
Rick seemed more in control than I was. He was able to tease me with his tongue while I licked and sucked his shaft. I had a more difficult time. Whenever he ran his tongue directly over my clit, I’d stop sucking, paralyzed by pleasure. It took me several seconds to find the right rhythm, so that I could do both blow Rick’s cock and bask in the pleasure he was delivering.
Ultimately, Rick took me over the edge by sucking fiercely on my clit, bestowing that little button with serious waves of attention. I came in several powerful spasms, my whole body shaking as my orgasm flared through me. My body did its own impression of a soda bottle being shaken pleasure fizzed to the tips of my fingers and toes, and then seemed to ricochet inside me like so many exploding tiny bubbles.
Although my whole body felt as if it was vibrating with pleasure, I didn’t allow myself to slack off. Rick was still in need of release. With renewed focus, I began to suck his erection in long, powerful strokes. Rick pushed up on his hands and started to fuck my face, and I kept my balance and poise and let him. When he reached the edge, I made sure to keep my lips locked so that I did exactly what I’d promised to do, suck him off fully without missing a solitary drop.
Afterward, Rick moved so that we were face to face once more, and he held me in his arms and let his fingers lazily trace over my body. “That was sublime,” he said softly. “You really know your way around a cock.”
I smiled and rested my head on his strong chest. For some girls, this might have been the very pleasurable end to an evening. But I am not some girls. The fact that we’d just gotten off felt more like an appetizer to me. I was still ready for the main course. Without a word to Rick, I began to gently stroke his cock with only the tips of my fingers, and I was gratified when that rod grew hard again in mere moments. Slowly, I moved down his body until I could reach his cock with my mouth. I began to suck him again, moving at a less frenzied pace now that we’d both already achieved our first orgasms. I wanted to draw out the pleasure for him, until his whole body hummed. Using only my lips, I stroked his cock from head to base. As he grew to his full length once more, this move became impossible, but I did my best. I deep throated him until he was panting, and then I pulled off and began to work him with my fist while I talked to him.
“I told you I never miss a drop,” I said. “Right?” I paused and licked his cock again, lubing him up for my fist.
He nodded, his eyes glazed with desire.
“But I lied. This time, I want to miss all of the drops. I want you to splatter your come all over your chest, and then I want to pretend I’m a little pussycat and lick you clean.”
He groaned and reached for my head, pushing me back into position, but I had a different plan. Quickly, I pulled away and got between the “V” of his legs. Now I began to lick his balls, really lapping at each one before drawing them into my mouth. I made slurping hungry sounds as I sucked, and Rick was soon groaning loudly, even begging me to let him come. But I refused. I wanted to bring him to the limits of his reality and then push him right into fantasyland of the best fucking blowjob of his entire life.
Rick started whispering to me as I sucked on his balls. “Oh, God, that feels so fucking good. You are so good at that. I’ve never felt anything like that before.” Poor Rick, I thought. You just haven’t met the right kinds of girls.
I took a break and deep throated him some more before going back to his balls again. I licked the space behind them, that special spot between his asshole and his balls, and Rick arched his back and spread his legs even wider to give me proper access. I knew he was having a difficult time controlling himself. When I licked his cockhead again, I could taste his salty pre come, and I knew he was getting close. That gave me a new idea. I climbed on top of him in a reverse cowgirl, so I could keep stroking his balls while I rode him. Looking over my shoulder at Rick, I said, “Don’t worry. I won’t let you climax inside me. I need to taste your come again. I’m just adding my pussy juices so I can taste myself when I suck you.”
Rick seemed to have lost his ability to speak. I bounced on his rod several times and then hopped off and resumed my position between his legs. His cock was now flavored with my juices, and I cooed about how sweet we tasted together.
“Please,” Rick whispered. “Suck me hard.”
“No,” I said, feeling ornery. “I won’t. I’m going to suck you soft.”
Rick beat his fists on the sheet as I ramped down the pressure I’d been giving him. This is just one of the ways I like to tease guys. Make them think that they’ll blow at any second, and then force them to teeter on the brink for a time that must seem endless. Rick was steadily leaking pre come now. He clearly needed to climax, but I wasn’t ready. I licked him clean once more, and then I slid back on top of his cock, this time facing him.
“You’re such a little tease,” he said as my tits dangled in front of his face.
“And you love it,” I said, smiling as he began to nip and kiss my breasts. It was as if having something in his own mouth made it easier for him to stave off his impending orgasm, because he seemed to relax into the pleasure for a moment, suckling on my nipples first the right, then the left. I was the one who grew breathless now. I have to say, I liked how the power seemed to slide back and forth between us. At first, I was in charge then he was. We both seemed at ease in either role taking the reins or releasing them.
“Let’s see how well you do in a similar situation,” Rick said, and he flipped us so that I was on my back beneath him and he was pounding hard into my pussy. I felt myself on the verge of orgasm, when Rick gave me an evil grin and pulled out.
“No,” I whined, “wait!”
“See?” he teased me. “See how it feels?”
“Just fuck me some more.”
“No.” He sat back in the bed looking at me while he stroked his cock, which was now glistening wet with my own juices.
I pouted at him, desperate for more. How had he taken over so quickly? “Then let me suck you again?” I asked.
“No,” he said, and then he dove between my legs, pushing my thighs wide apart and licking my pussy. He made sure not to touch my clit. I think he knew that even a single stroke would probably get me off. Instead, he put his tongue up inside me, and then he moved me so that my legs were bent, giving him access to both my pussy and my asshole. I had a flash of what he was going to do a second before I felt his tongue circle my tiny back hole.
“Oh, God,” I whimpered. “Oh, please.”
He started rimming me, and I was in instant heaven. I felt as if I didn’t know which way was up. He used his fingertips to continue to coax more juices from my pussy as his tongue licked and lapped at my backdoor.
Only when I was keening under my breath, begging for release, did Rick give it to me. With his tongue tricking around my back hole, he pinched my clit and brought me to my climax. I lay panting on the bed in stunned shock as he moved to my side. He gave me one look of pure satisfaction he liked that he had gotten me off again before I’d made good on my promise. Now I was up to bat. I rose to the challenge, bending over his body so that I could suck his cock, and using my own hands this time to gently stroke his balls and that spot behind them. Rick shivered all over, and I felt his cock grow even larger in my throat, although I wouldn’t have thought that was possible. He filled my throat as I worked him, moving my head up down until he said, “Now! I’m going to come now.”
I pulled back and he splattered his chest and stomach, just as I’d wanted him to do. Then, fulfilling my half of the bargain, I bent to clean away every drop of the semen that had decorated his well muscled chest and flat belly.
I looked at him as I licked at him, and he was smiling at me. “Never miss a drop, huh?” he asked as I finished my job.
“It’s a motto I live by,” I told him. “Now, let’s break out the champagne.”