Blind Dating

Greg and Bobbi kept saying stuff like, "You'll like Jesse. She's very friendly," but I figured that "friendly" was code for "nice personality," which was code for "ugly." So when I knocked on the door of her house--after much bugging and badgering by my aforementioned best friend and his wife--I was astounded to realize that "friendly" was code for "will meet you at the front door wearing only stockings, a bow-tie, and a smile," because that's exactly what Jesse did.

I froze, then I stepped inside and shut the door behind me, if only to cut off the view from the neighborhood. It was one hell of a view, too. My eyes kept wandering from her face, to her breasts, to her pussy, because each feature was sculpted well beyond my normal standard.

"I'm Joe," I said. Then, out of weird social reflex, I added, "Pleased to meet you."

"I'm Jesse. I got divorced recently, and I need to get laid. I don't have time for the normal getting-to-know-you bullshit. Do you like what you see?"

I could have whipped out my rock-hard cock. I could have said yes, that she was perhaps the most sexy woman I'd ever seen in person. I could have done any number of things to let her know how much I liked what I saw, but since she seemed the type to appreciate a direct approach, I knelt down in front of her, grabbed her hips, and planted a long stroke of my tongue...