Tony Takes Me Home - Again! - Sex Stories

Tony Takes Me Home - Again!

That night, I wanked myself silly thinking about the afternoon at Tony's, and how I'd managed to swallow his enormous cock. My busy fingers and my trusty toys brought me to a series of orgasms that wiped me out, and I fell asleep contented. The next day (Friday), I looked for Tony at work but I didn't see him. Without seeming too interested, I asked around, and found out that he'd rung in to say he needed the day off for a personal matter. Disappointed, I went home that night wondering if he would show the next day. That night, I took some time to think about the previous night a little bit more, but without thinking too much about the sex. Did I like Tony? Well, he was nice, kind, had good taste, obviously was fairly well off and easy to be with. So could I see him as a future boyfriend? You know, something more than just casual sex? At first, I baulked at the idea. I'd sworn off long-term relationships. But then I thought hard. Honestly, would I find a man that well endowed, nice and able to meet my needs in the future? Based on my past dating history, doubtful. Could I love Tony? Now, that was something that I would have to think about. Maybe. Maybe. On Saturday, I awoke bright and early, and, for some reason, full of optimism. Determined to make a good impression, I went shopping and bought a set of sexy satin lingerie, a new dress and some heels. I finished off the session by splashing out on some expensive Dior perfume. In the afternoon, I took a long, luxurious bath, ...

... shaved my legs and trimmed my bush. I couldn't help but take the opportunity to give myself a little seeing-to as well, thinking about what might happen later. As I lay in the hot water, I knew that I wanted Tony's huge cock inside me and tried to imagine what it would feel like as it filled my cunny, thrusting deep inside as I reached an incredible climax. Once I'd got my breath back, I got up and dried myself and did my make up. Still naked, I liberally spread my new, expensive perfume around my neck, between my breasts and even a little on my trimmed bush. Then I put on my lingerie, stockings and finally my new, knock-out dress and heels. Looking at myself in the mirror just before I left, I was pleased with my appearance: sexy but subdued. With my heart beating fast, I set off for my rendezvous with Tony. As I walked through the front door of The Bull, my heart was still racing. Would he be there? My fears were unfounded as I quickly located him in a quiet corner of the bar. He walked over to meet me, kissed me on my cheek and told me how lovely I looked. A few minutes later, with a dry white wine in front of me, we sat chatting. Small talk at first, but then the conversation turned to Thursday night, and the blow job I'd given him. "Do you know, I've been with quite a few women, Diane, but none of them even came close to how you made me feel that night." I blushed, partly in pride and partly with lust. Lost for words, I just smiled and sipped on my drink. Tony moved a ...