Escape

Now more than ever, I needed an escape. I found it in “Katie.”

I discovered Katie on Twitter. She quickly responded to my inquiry via text, and we arranged a late afternoon tryst. I drove to her modest incall across the river. I was met at the door by a young lady in pink lingerie and stockings with long black hair and an attractive figure. She somewhat resembles Alison Brie with glasses. Once inside, I was greeted with a light kiss. I discreetly placed the donation on a table. A few minutes of light conversation to get to know each other, then it was off to the bedroom.

As we kissed, my hands played with her breasts. My mouth found its way to her hard nipples. After a light back rub, I flipped over on the bed. She crawled between my legs and lowered her head onto my crotch. First the head, then the shaft of my cock disappeared into her mouth. She still had her glasses on, so it was like having the sweet but sexy librarian go down on me. She pleasured me for a while, and her skills were magnifique. So good that I almost blew in her mouth. Then it was time to return the favor. I kissed and licked and sucked that precious spot between her legs. Then she reached for a condom.

She put the cover on, straddled me, then rode me hard. After a few minutes, we switched to doggy style. After admiring her round, juicy ass, I entered her once more, grabbed her by her hips, and started to thrust. As I pounded her, I had reached that state of total concentration that I experience only during sexual exertion. I had found my escape. Some wails and nasty talk on her part sent me over the edge. I exploded into the condom.

She cleaned me up, and we continued with some small talk for a few minutes. Then it was time. I got dressed. She bid me adieu with a kiss, then it was off for another trip across the bridge.