Suzanne Portnoy

The room was warm. Light filtered in through the shuttered blinds that covered the patio doors, casting a glow across the double bed that nearly filled the room. Curled up next to him, I tried to recall the last time I’d woken up with a man two days in a row. It was a rare treat.

I turned on my side to reach him and casually draped my arm across his body, working my way slowly down from his chest to his groin. He let out a soft moan and I carried on until my hand was around his cock. It was hard. Gripping my hand around the shaft for a few minutes I let it rest there until the urge to stroke him became too great.

I loved his cock but then lots of people loved his cock. He had been a swinger for the past ten years, with me for four of those. I doubt he could say himself how many women (and men) had taken his perfect cock in their mouth. On the beach that afternoon, I’d taken his thick 8 1/2″ right to the back of my throat until I gagged. A group of men surrounded us, watching me take it all down. Afterwards I’d stood up and whispered in his ear, “You have the best cock on the whole beach.”

“I don’t think you’ve spent enough time looking,” was his reply.

Now, this morning, it was all mine. My eyes still closed, I worked my hand up and down, up and down until the thought of having his cock in my mouth became too great. Drowsy, I sat up and climbed on top of him, stradding one thigh, my pussy making contact with his knee. Comfortably in my favourite position, I let my mouth slowly take him in, working my way around the head first. My tongue circled around and over the tip of his cock, whilst my hand worked up and down the shaft.

‘Mmmmm,’ he murmered softly, half asleep himself but becoming more responsive as my mouth took more of him in.

‘Tongue, baby,’ he whispered.

I let my tongue follow the line that led from the head down to the base of his cock, pressing onto him as my mouth contined to grip. Saliva gathered in my mouth as I continued my hold on him. Then I lifted my mouth off him and spit onto the head, lubricating him. I used my hand to lube his cock with my saliva and then continued the original action. First the circling tongue, then following the line down his cock, until my mouth hit the base and he glided past the back of my throat and I gagged.

‘Good,’ he said as he felt my pussy tense in response to gagging.

My pussy glided over his knee. Giving blowjobs always made me so wet.

Quickly I climbed off his leg and onto him, grabbing his rock hard cock with my right hand and pulling him into my slick pussy. I ground down on him and, for the first time that morning, leant over to kiss him. His tongue moved inside my mouth, lips connnected. Grinding down, my clit making contact with his pubic bone, I pushed him farther and farther into me. With minutes I felt my pussy pulsating on top of him and came with a tremendous shudder and a huge moan that seemed to last for minutes. Only when the shuddering had ceased did I open my eyes, climb off him and flop down next to him.

I put my arms around him once more and laughed.

‘Good morning,’ I said.

Last night, feeling a little vulnerable and alot pre-menstrual, I decided to call an ex. It was 8pm and he lives in India. No matter. He’s a single guy and I figured he probably would be up looking at porn or listening to music. He always was a night owl anyway. Actually, I didn’t really care if I woke him up. I just wanted to talk to him.

We had a short-lived relationship but, similar to the weekend guy, there was a lot of build-up in my head as we had met many years before. And, similar to the weekend guy, he was tall and slim and quite charming. And, similar to the weekend guy, he was really crap at communication. He just hardly ever rang me but when we got together it was always fun, relaxing and great. Hence the reason why we’re still friends. We’ll always be friends. He was easy to be around and I liked that about him although the crap communication thing just did my head in after a while. (That, along with the fact we didn’t fuck near as often enough as I would have liked).

‘Hey sweetheart,’ he said when he picked up the phone.

‘I didn’t wake you up,’ I said. ‘Did I?’

‘No, not really,’ he said. ‘Well, kind of,’ he said and laughed. You gotta love an ex that doesn’t scream at you when you know you’ve woken them up.

‘Listen, can I ask you a personal question?’ I said.

‘Oh God,’ he said.

‘When we were going out and you were just really crap at keeping in touch with me. Well, was it because you just thought I didn’t really give you a shit about you as you knew that I had slept around or was it because you’re just really crap at keeping in touch with people. Is that why you hardly ever rang me?’

‘Well, he said,’ laughing again. ‘Maybe it’s because I knew I’d never get a word in edgeways….’

I laughed. ‘Fair point.’

‘Actually,’ he said. ‘I’m just a really crap at communication. With everyone. I think all my other ex- girlfriends would say that about me.’

‘Is that why you never can hold down a permanent relationship?’ I said.

‘Yeh, probably,’ he replied. ‘I’m crap at communicating with everyone. You know that, sweetheart.’

‘Wow,’ I said. ‘Thanks. That makes me a feel a lot better. Because I’ve met this guy and he just reminds me so much of you but I realise he’s not you. But I think he’s just rubbish at communicating and now that I know that you’re just rubbish at communicating too, well, I feel a lot better. How’s India?’

‘Good,’ he said and then he told me about a website he thought I would like called SavitaBhabhi and I wrote it down. ‘Well,’ he said. ‘Lovely to talk to you. I’ll be back in a few weeks. See you then.’

‘Great,’ I said. ‘And thanks. I really do feel a lot better.’

And some folks think I’m a little strange.