Suzanne Portnoy

‘Just tell me when you want me,’ Jack texted me on Thursday night.

Some guys really know how to ask for trouble, I thought.

Friday morning at 6.30am, I opened my eyes and reached for the phone. ‘I want you now,’ I texted back and then reached for my small pink vibrator. I was horny and didn’t want to take any chances. Sure, I’d sent Jack a text hoping for an early morning, personal wake-up call but he was living on the Upper West Side and I was staying in a small guest house in the Village. Even with the best will in the world, it would be at least 45 minutes from his door to mine and I was horny. Forty-five minutes seemed a very long time, especially as there was no guarantee he was even awake.

I turned the vibe on high, hitched up my floral cream coloured nightie and circled the vibe around my clit. I imagined sitting on Jack’ face or feeling his cock inside me. I imagined pulling his penis into my mouth. But mostly I thought of him drinking my juices as they dripped down his face.

Soon, I was feeling wet, very wet.

Then I heard the phone buzz. I turned to look at it. ‘One Message,’ it said.

I turned off the vibe and picked up the phone and opened up the message.

‘I’d love to,’ he wrote. ‘But I have a client coming at 10am.’

‘That’s four hours away,’ I wrote back. ‘You have plenty of time.’

‘Actually 3 ½,’ he wrote. ‘But who’s counting. I’ll jump in the shower and be right over.’

I smiled and turned back on the vibe, adjusting the speed to medium so that I wouldn’t come so quickly. I wanted to be wet for him but not so turned on that I’d come too fast. Factoring in showering time, I worked out he would be at my door just past 7.30am. I lay back on the bed and relaxed, working the vibe around my clit, passing it around and over my labia.

Occasionally, I’d turn it off and pretend to go back to sleep. At 7am I jumped in the shower and shaved my pussy so it felt smooth and velvet to the touch. I pulled open the lips and shaved inside them. I didn’t want Jack choking on any stray hairs; I knew how much he loved eating pussy.

I took the travel size container of Miller Harris body lotion, poured a little onto my hands and spread it over my legs and arms. The smell of tuberose filled he room. I looked down at my shaved pussy and tidied up the small square just covering the mound. I brushed my teeth and flossed. I felt clean. Glancing at my body in the mirror I looked at myself and thought I looked pretty good for a middle-aged broad. I’d lost a few pounds prior to coming to NYC and it showed. My stomach was flatter and my face was slimmer.

‘I’ve just showered myself,’ I sent by text at 7.15am. ‘I’ve shaved my pussy and I’m feeling very clean and fresh.’

I climbed back into bed naked and went back to work on my clit.

At 7.35am the doorbell rang. I pressed the buzzer to let him in and opened the door a crack to watch him coming up the stairs.

He was just as I remembered him – tall and hunky and bald. He was wearing a Carhartt tan jacket, blue and white striped rugby top and blue track pants with matching blue/white trainers. He looked like an athlete or a personal trainer which is what he was. He worked at a gym uptown and prided himself on working his clients so hard that they’d want to vomit. Mainly I was happy that he didn’t train me but let me do squats on his face. I could do without the vomiting.

I sat back down on the bed and spread my legs, watching as he removed his clothes and carefully lay them down on a small wooden chair in the room. He had a magnificent body with the most perfect bottom I’d ever seen. Hard and big and round, when I sucked his cock, I liked to hold onto it with one hand pulling him in and out of me whilst the other hand worked the shaft of his penis. I enjoyed just staring at his muscular back, the arc of his spine, following it from his neckline down to the base of his spine and then stopping at his perfect ass. He looked like a Roman sculpture.

He had strong arms too and fantastic broad shoulders. The first time we’d slept together, three months earlier, I had felt so small and protected in his arms that I’d gone into a deep sleep. I liked the way he wrapped himself around me.

He took off his socks last, and then turned to face me. I was sitting spread eagle on the bed.

‘I’m very wet,’ I said.

His head reached down and within seconds his tongue was lapping on my clit.

‘Oh God,’ I said after a few minutes. ‘That feels really good.’

He was half on the bed, half off, kind of kneeling on the floor. I wondered if he was comfortable than I stopped thinking about it and just eased into the sensations. You can always tell when a guy really loves giving oral and Jack really loved giving oral. He had a light touch too, varying the speed and intensity just enough to keep me on the edge most of the time. I laid back and let him lick me all over until I was so wet that I could feel his tongue gliding back and forth against the slick surface of my pussy.

‘Come here,’ I said after ten minutes had passed. ‘I really want to suck your cock.’

He stood up and I noticed he was semi hard. His cock, no more than three inches at most, quickly grew to about seven within a couple of minutes. I had my right hand gripped around his left, muscular buttock, using it as support whilst I pulled him into my mouth. My tongue circled slowly down the shaft until I could feel the head of his cock at the back of my throat.

‘Keep it slow,’ he said. And I did, easing him into my mouth, keeping my throat open to take him all in. I felt the veins in his cock start to bulge. I knew he was close to coming then.

I turned around and climbed on the bed, grabbing a condom and rolled it on his cock before getting onto all fours. I presented my ass to him.

I felt the head of his cock on the entrance to my pussy, just kind of waiting there and that made me gasp. I wanted to feel him inside me, wanted to complete our union, wanted to fuck him and be filled up by him.

A few seconds passed before he pushed inside me and then he was still. ‘I’m going to come,’ he said.

He pulled out and I quickly turned around, ripping off the condom and pulled his cock into my mouth. Within seconds I felt his hot cum in the back of my throat and I swallowed. It was almost tasteless.

‘I’m really sorry,’ he said. ‘I haven’t’ done this in a while. I haven’t touched myself since Friday.’

‘It’s OK,’ I said. And I meant it. There was something horny about his sudden climax even though I had wanted to be fucked and it hadn’t really happened.

He lay down on the bed and I lay down beside him. His muscular bicep rested under my head.

I’m sorry,’ he said again. ‘I was a bit anxious…coming here.’

‘Really,’ I said. ‘It’s OK. You’re not the first man to get anxious around me.’

‘I know you think I’m a player,’ he said and looked at me. I raised an eyebrow and smiled to suggest that was exactly what I thought.

‘Yeh, yeh,’ he said. ‘But I haven’t really been hanging out much. I’ve been down at the gym a lot. I’ve stopped trying for a relationship. Women want so much. There’s always something. I can’t be bothered.’

‘Me too,’ I said. ‘I’m not looking either. I need to do my work. But it’s different for me. I have a couple of kids. I have plenty to keep me busy. So, are you going to let me sit on your face now?’

He laughed and I climbed on top of him, positioning myself over his mouth, holding onto the metal frame of the bed for support.

I thought about him coming so quickly. I thought that it meant that he really desired me and that he was so turned him that he couldn’t stop himself from coming. That just the sight of me or my pussy was so overwhelming that he lost all control. I could tell he felt bad about shooting his load so fast but I didn’t see it that way.

I felt his tongue circling around my clit and my juices poured out of me. I heard him swallow; drinking me in and then I came. It was hard and fast and overwhelming, a huge swell that made me cry out. Jack carried on licking until the sensations were too intense and I had to climb off him. I rolled over and lay next to him. He started to laugh and so did I. I’d made a lot of noise and wondered if my guest house neighbours had heard.

I glanced at the digital clock. Twenty minutes had passed since Jack had entered the room.

‘Well, that was a quickie,’ I said.

One of the challenges of being a long-term single person is being with someone.  Although I live with two kids, I actually haven’t spent a considerable period of time with a man for a couple of years.  Many women operate a rotating boyfriend policy, whereby they swap one man for another, never allowing themselves the pleasure of knowing what it means to be truly alone and single.  I have enjoyed the pleasure of many men but usually they’re in and out the door in a few hours.  I don’t always like sleeping alone but I prefer it to being with a guy who snores, farts, simply takes up too much space or bores me.  I’ve grown used to doing what I want when I want.

This weekend I met up with Daniel Natty Dresser.  We had organised to hook up for the weekend and I found myself feeling both excited and nervous about seeing him again.  Could I cope with 36 hours of being with someone?  Would I want him to piss off after 3 or 4 hours together and, if so, how would I broach the subject?  I needn’t have worried.

Sure, every once in a while some part of my brain would have a mini freak out wondering why he was still around.  I could hear it say on Saturday evening, “Shouldn’t he be going home by now?  Are you really going to spend tomorrow with this guy as well?!  You’ve had sex, done some shopping, had a couple of meals out.  Enough already.”

At such moments, I found the best remedy was cunnilingus.  “Um, Daniel,” I said in bed on Saturday evening, “Would you mind just licking my clit.”  That shut my brain up fast enough.  By Sunday afternoon, my brain was completely fried,  tabula rasa stylely.  A lot of cunninlingus has that effect on me.  I was no longer thinking about being alone but about how comfortable it felt to be with someone who wanted to be with me.

By the time we parted late Sunday afternoon, I think we had both had our fill of each other.  I walked down Brick Lane, smiling and sighing.

For some reason when I think of this past weekend, I am reminded of Fiddler on the Roof and the song that goes:

Wonder of wonders, miracle of miracles-
God took up Daniel once again,
Stood by his and side and- miracle of miracles-
Walked him through the lions den!

That’s hardly surprising because many men might compare going to bed with me with walking into the lion’s den. Daniel was no great fan of my work but we had shared enough personal history for him to know that I wasn’t quite a virgin. Not every man is comfortable sleeping with a woman who can count the number of lovers she has had by the numbers of days in a year rather than on her fingers and toes. Yet Daniel strolled in quite casually this quite weekend, seemingly without any trepidation. What’s more, he very quickly realised the way my pussy works, massaging my clit so gently, teasing it so lovingly that I had more orgasms in a single night (and day) than I can recall having in a very long time.

This is rare, especially since I was not overly impressed with his technique after our make-out session in the car a month earlier. Then he had felt between my legs and grabbed me with such force I thought he was trying to erase a difficult stain on a carpet. I’d made my excuses then and gone home alone, wondering whether I wanted to see him again. I invited him to my friend’s birthday party a couple of weeks ago and he seemed to have softened a bit. His kisses were more gentle and I felt he had the potential to be a good lover. To hammer the point home I sent him a quick text before our weekend telling him I liked sex to be slow and gentle.

He replied, ‘No other way, my dear.’

The signs were good. By the time Saturday evening came around I found myself looking forward to the knock on the door. I put on my sexiest Agent Provocateur lingerie and my sky high leopard print high heels to greet him.

I want to keep the details to myself. Some evenings are too special to share with others, except to say that when it came to oral sex, the man was an expert. A woman can tell when a man really likes going down and isn’t doing it purely to please his partner. Daniel was such a man and I got the feeling he would happily have stayed between my legs for hours if I’d let him. Even more of a turn on for me, I noticed he remained hard while licking me out and knowing how much he was enjoying it sent me over the edge over and over again. Within a half hour of being together he had completely changed his technique too, substituting the eraser technique with a far softer touch that he could tell I preferred.

‘That’s a good girl,’ he would say as he felt me squirm beneath the tip of his tongue. Then he would stop for a few seconds causing me to gasp before resuming the flicking motion. It was so hypnotic and overwhelming that when I finally came I almost passed out.

I have spent the best part of today daydreaming about our time together and looking forward to next weekend when we’ll get to do it all over again. Mmmmn.