Thanks to My Friend Gene

I've been asked why I write under a woman's name -- the answer is that's the name of the ex-g/f who liked my attempts at porno writing. She encouraged me to do more, and was the one who urged me to send the writings to this site.

But on to the story...

My friend Gene and I had gone to high school and college together, but when job-finding time came after graduation, I decided to stay close to home while Gene took off to the big city and scored a good job which eventually evolved into a good career.

As for me, I never went far, and ended up in a job which I considered just one step above a fast-food joint. Well, maybe not that bad, but not a whole lot better, really, so when Gene invited me to spend my week's vacation with him in the city, I immediately took him up on the invitation. I thought maybe I could figure out by seeing him in action just what he was doing right and what I was doing wrong.

Well, I never did figure out what he was doing so right because it seemed he was just partying like he did in college. We hung out at his cool apartment, drank beer and watched sports on his big-screen tv, or hung out at one of his favorite pubs where he seemed to know everyone and everyone knew him. I didn't see him do anything illegal, no drugs or anything except maybe an occasional smoke, and he didn't even have any specific girlfriend, just settled in with the crowd at whatever pub we were at.

On my last night of vacation Gene said we were invited to a party at a house, he didn't know whose, but he had the address so we drove over. The party was in full swing when we got there, the house was pretty big, a high end place, and all the guests seemed to be corporate types, casually dressed, but you can always tell the types. All the guys had good clothes, but casually worn, and the women were in attractive expensive-looking outfits. I roamed around for awhile with a beer in my hand, talked to this group, then that group, and noticed after awhile that I seemed to be the only one drinking beer. "So what the hell," I thought, and went and got another one.

A little later Gene came up to me with one of the expensive-looking women on his denizli escort arm, and said he was going off with her to her place, and gave me his car keys. "Keep in touch," he said on his way out. I waved, and he was gone.

Then while I was standing there by one of the tables with food laid out, a nice-looking woman about in her thirties wearing one of those little black things with the thin straps over her shoulders which held up the front of the dress so that it only showed about half her nice-looking tits, came by to pick up a snack. "Hi," she said as she put some little meat things on a plate. "Met anyone interesting yet?"

"Well, no," I answered, then hastily added "except for you." I couldn't help looking her over and saw dark hair with little ringlets, piercing brown eyes, and what I imagined to be a very nice body.

She smiled, noticing my once-over, then asked, "What do you do?"

"Do?" I stuttered, "what do you mean what do I do?"

"What do you do for the company?" she elaborated. "I mean this is sort of a company party and I saw you with Gene earlier, so I assumed you worked for the company too."

"Uh, not really," I replied, then explained my circumstances in being at the party and even being in town.

She listened for a bit, then with a "How interesting," she moved off and I was standing by the food table by myself once more.

"Ok," I thought, looking around. "I'm really not enjoying this." I decided to find a bathroom so I could pee, then take a beer and Gene's car back to his place and enjoy his big tv for the rest of the night.

I walked down a hall and saw a closed bathroom door and tried the handle. It was locked, with someone obviously inside. A guy was walking by and said, "There's another one downstairs in the basement." I thanked him, found the stairs to the basement and headed down.

"Hoo, boy," I thought. "What a basement!" There was plush carpet, fancy walls with big paintings, indirect lighting and several big tvs. Not like any basement that I ever saw before. But I found the bathroom, pulled the door closed behind me and started my diyarbakır escort much-needed piss.

I guess I was about half-way through when the door opened behind me and I realized that I hadn't locked it when I came in. I was even more startled to see that a woman had come in, and not just any woman, but the one in the little black dress that I had just talked to upstairs. "Oh, wow," I said, as my piss immediately dried up. "Is this a private bathroom?"

"Only if you lock it when you come in," she replied. I was stupidly trying to get my cock back in my pants when she continued, "Oh, no, don't do that," and wrapped her hand around it. She stroked it a few times, getting her hand wet with the pee that had dribbled out the end. I stood there, dumbfounded, as my cock started to come alive in her hand. She let go of it and moved around between me and the bowl, lifted her skirt, pulled down her panties and sat down. As she started to pee she started to stroke my cock again, then leaned forward and guided it into her mouth. Her piss splashed into the water in the bowl, mixing with mine, and her hand and mouth expertly stroked along my cock. Every time she pulled back a little I could see the wetness from her mouth all along the length of it along with a little of her lipstick.

"Ok," I thought, "I'm going to enjoy this for all that its worth." I was able to reach down and slide my hand inside the top of her dress and cup my hands around her tit. I felt the hard nipple for just a moment before she released my cock and reached up, dropped the straps from her shoulders, and pushed the top of her dress to her waist, exposing her two beautiful soft tits to me. I took one in each hand, massaging them and gently pinching a nipple. She heaved a soft sigh, put her mouth around my cock again, and to my surprise, continued her piss. I started to pump my cock into her mouth as I continued to play with her tits. Her mouth kept pace with my strokes, and as we rocked together she started to whimper in soft little cries.

But as much as I was enjoying this I could tell I wasn't going to last much longer. I stopped antalya escort pumping my dick into her face, but her hands and mouth increased their pace. "Hoo, boy," I thought, "This is just too weird, getting my cock sucked by a woman I met only maybe a half hour ago while she's on the pot taking a piss. Hey, I love it!"

"Listen, honey," I said as I leaned over her, "if you don't quit about now I'm not going to be able to hold back." She took her mouth from my dick, but kept stroking me with her hand. She looked up at me, smiled, and then went back to sucking on me. "Ok," I thought, "I gave her fair warning!"

I could feel the cum rising through my groin and along the length of my cock, then it was out, spurting into her mouth. "Uh, uh, uh," I grunted as each spurt went to the back of her throat. I could see her swallowing as her hand and mouth bobbed up and down on my cock, milking my load into her mouth. The room seemed to grow hazy and I thought I would never stop cumming, urged on by her hand and mouth.

I finally slowed, and as my cock slipped from between her lips, her hand gave it one final stroke and brought out a final dribble of milky cum down along her chin. She wiped her hand along her lips, and as I leaned against the sink for support, she leaned forward and gave my softening cock a little kiss. She tore off some toilet paper then, wiped her pussy, stood up and flushed the bowl. She fixed her top, grabbed her panties off the floor and started out the door with her panties in her hand. As she opened the door and stepped out, she turned and said, "Wait here for a bit before you come back upstairs."

Well, I was too weak to follow her anyway, and maybe I should have told her that she still had a spot of my cum at the corner of her chin, but she was gone before I could say anything.

Awhile later I was back upstairs ready to head back to Gene's apartment. As I started for the door I spotted the woman in black standing next to a very distinguished-looking man. I stopped a guy walking by, nodded toward the woman, and asked who she was.

"Oh, that's Lili Thomas," he answered

"Lili Thomas?" I asked. "Who's that?"

"Oh, you know," he answered. "Lili Thomas, the wife of the company owner, Bob Thomas."

"Ah, yes, of course," I replied as I walked toward the door. As I passed by about ten feet from the happy-looking couple, she turned and gave me a discreet wink, and I thought I could see a small spot of something on the corner of her chin.