0 comments/ 36447 views/ 4 favorites Was He or Was He Not By: sunshine5930 I had just completed a daylong seminar and was preparing to go home. My butt was dragging form sitting all day listening to how to project my image in a group setting. It was one of those human resource things. You know the ones that large corporations make their employees attend. It was seven in the early evening, in the hotel parking ramp. I was bending over, under the hood of my car; not knowing anything about the engine that I was looking at. A male voice startled me by asking, "Troubles miss?" Fear overtook my body. I could barely utter, "Yeah." I lifted myself back out from under the hood and was looking at a man of pure muscle. "What seems to be the problem, miss?" "Well it turns over but will not run." "May I see if I maybe can diagnose the problem or do you prefer to call for other help?" I saw that he was immaculately dressed in a business suit and holding a brief case. I decided to make use of his generous offer since the alternatives would be more time lost. I relaxed a little and said, "Yes, that would be so kind of you. Maybe I can get out of here sooner that way instead of waiting around." "Hop in the car and get ready to start it when I tell to you." As we passed each other switching positions, his cologne got my attention. It was very appealing. He placed the brief case on the hood of the car parked next to mine, opened it, took something small out, leaned under the hood and after a minute said, "Try it." It turned over a few times and I stopped when the engine did not start. The guy backed out from under the hood and said, "Well you have no spark. You will need a tow to a shop so they can diagnose the problem. I checked all the wiring and it appears to be fine. We know you have battery power." My heart sank as the impact of hearing 'tow' hit me. "Do you have a number to call or shall we walk into the front desk and ask who they use?" "I prefer to call daddy. The guys at the front desk have favorites." "Sounds like the beginning of a plan." I called my father and he said he would call me back. "Daddy is going to call me back. Thanks for your help." "I'm John by the way and you are?" "I'm sorry my mind is not focused. I am Heather." "I wish the circumstances to meet you Heather were more pleasant. Do you mind if I hang with you until your father calls back? I might be able to assist you more, depending on what he says." "No not at all John, I will feel more secure with a man here in this ramp at this hour. By now all the tension that was in me when first hearing his voice was gone." We were doing minor getting to know you chatter. I was looking him over at the same time. Maybe 6 foot or better, about 190 to 200 pounds, black skin, shaved head, immaculate clothes and fingernails. It was obvious he worked out with no overweight in evidence. He was all pure muscle. My cell interrupted the chat and my sizing him up. "It's daddy. Yes, Dad, Okay dad. Yes, I am fine. I will wait until the tow truck comes and ride with the guy to his shop and you can meet me there. I will call you from there then so you don't have to sit around and wait." "Heather, I am sorry I over listened but after the tow is here how about you and I having some dinner. It's late. I would enjoy the company and then being it's a hotel, there will be hundreds of taxis. I will pay for the taxi fee just for you having dinner with me. It will make my meal so much more enjoyable believe me. Please join me." My mind clicked into gear. I was hungry and tired. It would be late by the time I would be home. Even after the tow, it would be another thirty-minute ride with dad. "John, since you helped me out I will accept your offer to make your dinner more enjoyable." I picked up my cell and called dad. "Dad I met a friend and we are going to have dinner and then she will take me home. I will wait for the tow. Oh, he is pulling in now. Thanks Dad. Talk to you tomorrow." The tow pulled up and the driver asked if I was Heather. I handed him the keys. He walked to the front of the car and pushed the hood down. I heard, "Heather, I am going to push the car into the aisle. When the front end clears the parked cars, turn the wheel as if you were lining it up to go forward. I will then back into the front end and hook up. He handed the keys back to me." I followed through as he advised. When he had my car secured he said, "Hop in lady and we will get you and the car to the shop where your dad can pick you up." "Thanks but to save a lot of people extra effort, I am going home in a taxi, thanks anyway." "No it is thank you, Heather. I can take the car home then and drop it in the morning on my way to work. Thank you sweetie. I wish all broads were as understanding and sweet as you." I stood and watched as my car disappeared, walked to John and said, "I'm starving." He grinned and said, "This place has suburb food on the upper level. Have you ever been up there, Heather?" "No, John this will be my first time." "Good, this will be a real treat for you." We took the elevator up and step into a luxurious restaurant setting. The hostess looked our way, ignored others in line, and approached us. "Good evening Mr. Boston. So nice to see you again and with a guest. This is a memorable occasion. We have never had the pleasure of seeing you with anyone. You are always solo. Permit me to seat you at your special table and we will then place another setting." I was aglow listening to her. The stares of other customers, particularly the females were of hatred and from the guys, jealousy. This caused me to wrap my arms into John's arm and to lift my chest up as she escorted us to his table. The purpose of the seminar was to help me to project my image, so I was practicing my lesson, right. I was stunned at the view of the city lights. I froze in my steps. I heard, "Heather, enjoy the view. I am going to my room to drop off this brief case and be right back." I looked over the city lights below me. I was startled by, "Your drink miss." My God, John remembered my favorite drink as we were talking at my broken down car. A menu was offered to me. I was looking it over. My jaw dropped when I saw the prices. To me they were astronomical. John then appeared and sat. He was in a long sleeve silk black shirt and trouser. He had a beautiful gold necklace. He had the shirt open, down three buttons. I was looking at a fine specimen of a man. "Heather, look the menu over slowly. Please do not look at the prices. Lock onto something that you would love to try and experience." I was shocked at what flashed into my brain. I looked the menu over and made the decision for pheasant under glass. I placed the menu down, which solicited, "It appears you have made a decision. What is your selection, Heather?" I giggled and said, "The pheasant." John turned his head and in a flash, there was a waiter. "The lady will have the pheasant, Ambrose, and the usual for me." My brain was wondering who this guy is. Where does he get this power and the attention he is getting? Our conversation centered on our younger years until the food arrived. I heard, "Wine madam?" My eyes opened and I said, "No thanks." "Very well madam, enjoy your meals." Madam, what is it with this madam thing? I noticed John did not take any wine either. He was nursing his martini. During the meal were talking about our teenage years. "Heather what is your favorite dessert?" "My God John, that bird was awesome and I have no room for dessert but thanks anyway." "I understand but what is your favorite dessert." "Bing Cherries Jubilee is my favorite." "Sound delicious, I have never tried that. Care for tea or coffee?" "No thanks John, it is late, and I better get home." "Okay Heather but first I want to show you something, then I will go with you for a taxi." Everyone wished him a pleasant evening. He never even signed anything. Who is he? The elevator arrived. We stepped in and he placed a key into a lock. My heart skipped wondering what was up. The doors closed and the elevator moved for maybe thirty seconds and stopped. I was ready to open my mouth to ask what was going on and the doors opened. I was looking into a fabulous living area. "Come in, this is my home when I am in town." He did not touch me as he gave me a tour of his home. Well to put it into print would be a book in itself. It was the plushest place I had ever set foot into. It had three bedrooms, two Jacuzzis; a huge shower that would hold eight to ten people and a huge wet bar along with a dance floor area. It had all the latest high tech movie and sound systems. He even had an office the size of my apartment. My jaw was resting on my chest most of the time. We walked to the wet bar and he asked what would I like. I said, "Thanks but it's late." "Come with me. We walked out onto a balcony. Never have I seen such a nighttime view of any city. We were standing shoulder to shoulder. I could not take my eyes off the view. I leaned my head on his shoulder and inhaled the fresh air and the sight I was looking at. "Heather, I am a wholesaler stock salesman. That is how I make my money. I also have made some wise investments. I have a place like this in Los Angeles, San Francisco, Seattle, and Chicago. I concentrate my efforts from Chicago west. His cell rang. He answered, "Please do." I leaned over onto his shoulder again not wanting to go back to my dreary place. The cell rang again. He answered and said, "Thank you." "Come with me Heather." I turned to go into the living room and there was Ambrose, with desserts, smiling at me and motioning for me to sit. God, I needed to get home but.... I sat and woof the dessert went up in flames. It was a Cherry Jubilee, my favorite. I lurched back and we all laughed. Then I heard, "Heather take a few bites and then I have something to show you and then we can finish the dessert." I did as he asked. Ambrose pulled the chair and John took my hand and said, "Come with me." We went into a bedroom and I panicked and turned to run. He grabbed me and he started to laugh. Come on Heather the tour is not over. He wrapped his arm around me, lifted me off the floor and into another room as I was kicking me feet. My God, the room was a walk in closet with nothing but female items. "Heather, feel free to spend the night. Every thing in here is new and has never been used. Through that door is a bath. Everything and anything you need or want is here for you to make your overnight stay comfortable. Go to work in the morning in a new outfit and feel good. I am sure you can find many things that will fit you. There is a tote that you can place today's clothes in if you so choose to accept my offer. I hope you do accept my offer and would love to have dinner with you again tomorrow. If you do elect to stay, in the morning on the table at the elevator there will be a fifty dollar bill for breakfast and taxi." I stood there in utter shock. He startled me saying, "Let's finish dessert, and then you get some rest." We walked back and I was numb. We ate a little more dessert. John then said, "Heather, leave me a note with your phone number please and if you desire dinner again tomorrow evening, include that in the message also so I can plan my day." I was staring into those brown eyes as he said, "Why don't you make yourself at home and have a good nights rest." I was stunned that he was so positive I was going to take him up on the staying over offer. I walked up to him to call his bluff. However, when my eyes looked into eyes that had magnetic attraction, I melted and said, "John thanks for the evening. It has been an awesome experience. I'd like to see you for dinner again tomorrow." That came out of my mouth so fast it even shocked me. "Good night Heather, I will call you tomorrow to set a dinner time." He did not make any move to kiss me. I placed my hand to the back of his head and pulled him to my lips for a soft kiss. "Thanks for the meal and evening, Good night, John." On the way to the bedroom and in the shower, I could not get John out of my mind. In the shower, his stature, his demeanor, his cologne were all ganging up on me at the same time and causing my hands to roam all over my body, imaging that they were his. I have had fantasies from time to time in the past about sleeping with a black guy. Was this the driver for me to be doing this? I set the clock for normal wake up time. I was happy I had a seminar in the hotel again so did not have to drive. It would give me time to look for clothes in the morning. I was out like a light when I hit the pillow. In the morning, I searched and found all that I needed. I took another shower, dressed and by-passed breakfast because there would be snacks and juice at the seminar. Before leaving, I saw the money on the table and a paper and pen. I wrote my phone number down and wrote that I would love dinner again even though I mentioned it before retiring. I did not want him to forget. Besides, was I desiring him for some romance or was it the lack of him not being fresh that was making me feel that I needed to seduce him? On the other hand, maybe, our age difference made him a gentleman. I was confused but I knew that I wanted to be with him another night. Upon entering the meeting room my co-workers jaws dropped at seeing my selection of clothes for the day. Normally I am in more casual than formal. This day I had a lawyer looking like appearance wearing a suit pantsuit outfit. I did not discuss anything about the past twelve hours. Some of the guys came up and said that I could be their boss any old day dressed like that. They indicated I had a much more mature aurora about me. At four, the meeting ended. I went into the hotel lobby and took care of my cell messages. Dad left me a message that the car was at my place and working. John asked me if I could meet me at six-thirty at his table in the restaurant. Since I was downtown, I went shopping. At six twenty, I was standing by the elevators when I heard, "Good afternoon Heather. My you sure look awesome in those clothes." I turned to see John smiling at me. I approached him and gave him a cheek kiss, "Thanks John for the compliment." The elevator doors opened and we went in. "Do you mind if we stopped at my place to permit me to get more comfortable? How about you, do you desire to change into something more casual? I really think you should. There are many clothes to select from. Use that seminar to select something that will project your image." Did he mean project my attributes? Did he desire I put on some sexy looking, eye drawing attention clothing? My heart was letting me know it was there. "Thanks John, I will do that." In the morning, I saw some clothes that I was attracted to but not suitable for the seminar, in my mind not. I hurried to find them and put them on. I looked in the mirror and was happy with what I saw. When I returned to the living room, John was on the balcony looking at the city. I stood about five feet behind him and did a slight cough. He turned and did not complete saying, "Read...." His mouth stayed open and his eyes surveyed me from head to shoes. He managed then to say, "My God, Heather, you are awesome looking in those clothes. Wow! That is projecting your image in such a magnificent way." "Thanks John. I really feel good dressed this way for some reason." "Come with me. I want to make you even more stunning looking." He took my hand and we walked to his bedroom. My mouth opened but nothing came out as he was holding me and I turned my head taking everything in. It was so lavishly decorated. The walls were of dark wood and shinny. Most of the linens were white with two pink pillows. There were beautiful paintings hanging on the walls. I did not dare ask how much. They probably were five years of my salary each. He moved a carpet on the floor to expose a safe. He opened it and retrieved a black felt box. He stood and placed the box on a table and was rummaging through it. I heard, "Heather, please go and stand in front of the mirror and close your eyes. I did as he instructed." He walked up behind and placed a necklace around my neck. "Open your eyes now Heather." My jaws dropped at seeing myself with the necklace he had placed on me. Tears swelled in my eyes. I turned and placed my head on his chest and hugged him tight. I was too emotional even to thank him. I knew if we had kissed, I would have wanted him to carry me over to the bed. However, would he have? I was dressed in a black silk, sleeveless blouse. I do not have large breast so I can go braless. This blouse only had two buttons. One was three inches below my breast and the other two inches up from the waste, so a lot of skin was showing and it was obvious I did not have a bra on from the amount of skin showing. The black blouse had white ruffles around the shoulders and under the armpits, along the bottom and up the center. I had on a flared white skirt, knee length that had black ruffles along the bottom. I was wearing black flat heel shoes. The gold necklace was thin. The weight of the ivory shaped heart and the length of the gold wire, positioned the heart at the beginning of my breast in the center f the little cleavage that I had. "Let's go and enjoy a nice meal, Heather." As we stepped off the elevator, we were greeted in the same manner as the previous evening but the eyes of the hostess surveyed me extra long. The thought crossed my mine was she a Les and interested. I ordered a filet mignon for my main course and had shrimp cocktail as an appetizer. John had his usual prime rib, nearly raw. We talked about my work and his work. As we were finishing the dinner, he asked if I desired dessert in his suite as the previous night. I smiled. He then asked, "What will it be this evening for dessert?" I asked to see the menu. I chose strawberry cheesecake for my dessert. We retired to his suite and I immediately headed to the balcony to look at the view. It was as magnificent as the previous night. John brought me a Cream De Cocoa on the rocks. We talked about my future plans for working and marriage. He asked about my interest in work. He asked if I might be looking at alternatives. I mentioned that I was always open to new adventure but working the hours and enjoying my social life, I was not spending a lot of time in the hiring section of the newspaper. John's cell rang. It was a repeat from the previous night, so I assumed it was dessert time. I was right. We walked back into the suite and Ambrose was setting up the dessert setting. John said, "Heather grab the dessert and let's sit on the balcony and chat." He made more inquisitions about my desire for work and type of work. After discussing more of them, I said, "John, do you have a girlfriend?" "No Heather I do not. I was a stupid horny young man and married by twenty-one. Three years later, I was divorced and broke. I had an uncle that gave me a talking too one night. He gave me the opportunity to get my GED and get into college. I needed to promise him I would make sure he would be comfortable in his old age if I succeeded in graduating. "I have busted my balls to prove to my family that I was somebody. Therefore, I have not really looked at any women with marriage on my mind. Most could not put up with my life style, anyway. I am on the road 90% of my time. Women will assume I am having flings every night I am not home with them. Besides, it would not be right to have a woman sitting at home, alone. "I have a goal and that is when I am forty-five I will give up this job. I will have sufficient money to select a 9-5 job, marry, and have some kids if whomever I marry desires them." Was He or Was He Not Here I was at twenty-eight, not married and him a few years older thinking of taking it easier. "John, do you date?" As he looked my in the eyes, he was squinting his. "What interest Heather do you have in asking that question." "I'm sorry John I should not have asked. It's none of my business, really." "Well Heather, at least you used a polite way of asking doing I have sex from time to time." "Heather I do date from time to time. The legitimate dates make me feel a little guilty because the girl might be interested in a long-term relationship and I am not. I do not feel good about deceiving people. "The other dates are from the phone book or the internet for one night stands with no strings attached. Is that offensive to you?" I responded with, "No John that is not offensive. Seeing a little of your lifestyle and listening to your goals, I can relate. At least you are paying someone to make you feel good instead of being alone and watching porn movies here in your room and well you know...." "Heather I have not said anything earlier but you are welcome to stay tonight again if you are interested. Help yourself in the morning to another set of clothes." Since I had another day of seminars, I decided to take him up on his offer. "John I would love that. Is it okay if I hop in the shower and get into something comfortable and rejoin you?" "Sure Heather, make this your home. I think I will do the same while you are showering." My heart leaped into my throat. Can I get up enough courage to ask him if he wanted to shower with me? Will he refuse me? Is he interested in having sex with me or am I too young? He has not made any advance to initiate anything. What am I thinking any way? I have never had sex with a guy past thirty. "Heather is there something you desire to ask me. You are sitting there like the cat might have your tongue. I will not be shocked or embarrassed. I would hope that you are comfortable enough to speak freely." "John, I would love it very much if you would shower with me." "That was not that difficult to say now was it?" "Yes it was John, very difficult." "Sure Heather, I would love to shower with you but in fairness to you, I desire more than a shower. When my eyes will be looking at that lovely form of yours naked, they surely will wake up my hormones and then saying no to them is not a good idea once they are awake." I busted out laughing and saying, "You can be funny and serious. That makes me feel good. Well let's shower and if the hormones wake up they will not hear, 'No'. Come on John let save water and shower together." He stood, placed his hands behind my knees, lifted me and carried me into his bedroom. When he placed me on the floor, I had my back to him. John was standing behind me. I reached backwards, with both of my hands, reached for his, and moved them to my breasts. As soon as they were in place, he pulled me tight to his chest. We were still fully clothed. I then placed my hands on the top of his and pressed his hands harder to my breasts. "Heather, that necklace is for you to keep. It is perfect for you. You look so radiant with it on." I pressed his hands harder into my breast. After more than three more minutes of just standing and cherishing the moment, I started to undue the two buttons on the front of the black blouse. I know I would not have needed to do that but I was sending the message, "Please play with me, John." When the blouse was open, he crossed his arms and placed his black hands over my breasts. The color contrast was generating desire for a lot more than just hands. He was beginning to nibble and peck at my ears and neck. Even his tongue was licking me. He began to softly massage my small breasts. The nipples were harder than I could remember them ever being. "John, I do not know about your hormones but mine are in a race. If you keep this up before we shower, I might have to rape you." He manipulated his hand so the index finger and thumb was lightly pinching the nipples to make sure they were hard as a rock. "Oh God John that feels so good." I laid my head back onto his chest, closed my eyes and let the feelings develop. My pussy lips were engorging with blood. I desired his cock to be in me. I was using my free hands to remove my clothing as he continued the breasts massage and nipple stimulation. It dawned on me we have not even kissed seriously and I was on fire. I managed to get my blouse off. It dropped to the floor. . He pulled me tight to his chest. I turned my face so we could kiss if he desired; and did he ever. We were tongue dueling in seconds. I lifted my left hand to the back of his head to pull him tight to my mouth. After a few minutes, I was breathless. I dropped my hand, broke the kiss, undid the buttons on the skirt and let it fall to the floor. When I pushed back into John chest, it was the first time I felt his member pressing into my backside. He must have rearranged it when I was working on my skirt because he let go of my breast so I could use my hands. "Heather, your body is awesome to look at. It is so much more intoxicating than I had visualized in my brain. Please permit me to strip and then join me over there in that huge chair. Heather, I want to taste you and eat your love box before we shower. My hormones are raging. I'm sorry that I am so bold in asking it this way but it has been a few years since I have seen a naked woman with your stature and I feel like a teenager again and almost reacting like one." "John my hormones are raging a war also, desiring to have you use me anyway you desire that will make you happy. They knowing you are happy will make them and me both happy." He stripped faster than any guy I had ever watch strip. He took my hand as we walk to the chair. He sat down and said, "Heather, stand in the chair and place your mound at my mouth." "I was reaching to take off my bikini panties and John said, "Please Heather, leave them on for a few minutes. I love getting a lady worked up with her panties on." I climbed into the chair, placed my mound onto his mouth, my hands on top of his head, closed my eyes as his hands covered my butt cheeks, and pulled me tight to his mouth. The tongue was licking my gash through the panties, pushing my panties into the gash. He was doing a little nibbling of my clit. The panties were shielding my clit from his teeth but not the pleasure. I could not stop the orgasm that had started. I was going to flood my panties. It hit me like a bolt of lightning. I arched my back, pressing my clit harder onto John's tongue. My mouth opened, "Oh God John, "Ohhhhhhhhhh." My body was shaking as the orgasm rolled through me. John went to soft tongue massaging of my clit through the panties and let me calm down. When I was near normal, he reached up to slip my panties down. He placed them next to us and replaced his tongue onto the clit and his hands went back to my butt cheeks. I was so strung from the first orgasm that the next orgasm hit hard, furious, and fast. I heard him slurping up my juices, which set off the orgasm. Is it John, his technique, a new guy doing me, being black, or the combination of all of them had me wanting more? "Heather babe, lower yourself to your knees and whenever you are in the mood, feed my cock to your obviously wet, hot, toy box." As my breasts were near his mouth, his hands went to them and a mouth went to one to inhale the whole breast into it; out of my mouth came, "Oh John yes, oh God yes! That feels so good, Ohooooooooo." As John's hands and mouth attended to my breasts, other urges where developing between my legs and deep in my playground reserved for special guys. The mood was perfect. I did not desire to break it by asking him to put on a condom. I had a good feeling about him assuming that at other times he was more cautious. I used a free hand to guide his manly staff into the cavern that was begging for it. When it was inserted to the hilt, John broke the mouth manipulation of my breasts, looked me in the eyes and said, "Heather your breasts are awesome. I love smaller, firm breast with perky nipples. I could suckle them all night." I placed a hand on the back of his head and pushed his open mouth onto a nearby breast. He began to suckle and I began the magic ride to heavenly bliss. Since I was in his lap, I had lots of control of the pace. I began slow but worked up to a fast pace. I felt him inhaling a lot of air and breaking out in a little perspiration. His grip on my butt cheeks was getting tighter and he tried to meet my down thrust by raising his buttocks. It dawned on me he was more strung out to have an orgasm then I was. I decided I would control mine and enjoy it when he was coating my insides with his semen. He began to stiffen. I pulled him tighter to my breasts with my arms wrapped around his head and softly said, "Enjoy John, enjoy." I felt his first two volleys and then let my orgasm consume me. I think I nearly broke his neck but he did not mention it. When I came to my senses, he was wet with perspiration as well as me. I pushed back from him, looked him in the eyes, and said, "Wow John that was much better than I had dreamt it would be." He flexed his tool; I felt it and went, "Mmmmmm." I gave him some tender mouth kisses. When were finished lip pecking he said, "Heather, I am going to wrap my arms around your waste and then stand with me still impaled. You then wrap your legs over my but and your arms around my neck and I will carry you into the shower." I grinned and said, "Are we doing this so we have more play time and you don't have to take time out to wipe the drippings from the floor we would make otherwise?" "No way babe, my tool doesn't want to miss any opportunity it has been offered by a body such as yours." I gave him a sweet kiss and smile saying, "I see now why you are one hell of a salesman with a gifted tongue and other paraphernalia." We made it to the shower. We horsed around. I could help but not notice John's tool did not deflate much. It was in a horizontal position 90% of the time. It was telling me it loved me. After we had dried, he handed me a terry robe and said, "Heather, it would please me very much if you would join me in the living room to listen to some soft music with a little snuggling. I love the feeling of your warm, tender, lovely body next to me. Please sleep with me tonight, and tomorrow night, if your schedule permits. I will be gone for a month then and I will miss you." I nodded my agreement besides saying, "I would love to do that John." I am free and so happy that you asked." He pushed some buttons on some console. The light dimmed and music started. "Heather, place your head in my lap and lie on the sofa and look at the ceiling." I did as he suggested. When I was in position, the lights went out. My heart skipped a beat wondering what was going to happen. The entire ceiling came to life as if viewing the galaxy. "Isn't that beautiful, Heather? Now that is some high tech stuff. Don't you feel like you are on a beach, somewhere?" I then realized the music was softer but with leaves rustlings, waves crashing on the beach shore. "Wow John, that is awesome." As I was looking over the star studded ceiling and a hand of his went into my robe to massage softly a breast and delicately played with a nipple. It was feeling so good at my breast but sending messages to my lower erogenous zone. I scooted my head closer to John's lower stomach. I was pleased to bump into an erection, which prevented me from placing the side of my face on his stomach. I let my face snuggle the toy that had brought me pleasure earlier. The kneading of my breast was warming me up for more touches that are intimate. I turned my face to John's erection, reached into his robe to pull it to my lips. When the lips made contact with the black skin, he moaned his approval and squeezed my breast harder. I licked the base best I could from that position. I broke the kissing and asked, "John shall we do this where we can be more comfortable?" He moved his left arm to the armrest. He did something because I heard a motor hum. I then realized the back of the sofa was lowering and he was going back with it. I rolled to my side and then up on my knees to engulf that hard, lady pleaser with my mouth. I then humped it with my mouth taking as much of it as I could. I felt him place fingers at the entrance to the toy box. I then heard, "Heather, straddle my face and place that leaking honey box on my mouth." It was a short time in coming when we both released our lust, causing both of us to feel good, knowing we had pleased one another. I had swallowed semen before but only from guys that had really treated me as something special. After having recovered some, I heard, "Heather, I desire that you select the positions you would desire for me to make love with you. All I desire is to make you happy in the next forty-eight hours. My pleasure will really come knowing you are sailing from my efforts." I spun on the sofa, rested my breasts on his chest and said, "John the thing that would make me the happiest tonight is for when we get into bed, we lay on our sides. You spoon me. Then be a good boy and put your toy away for the night into the toy box. I know you have been making sure I have enjoyed our time together. I want you to shut your mind down about making me feel good and make yourself feel good. I promise I will feel good, knowing that you are enjoying the feeling that my toy box will be giving you." "Heather I think that can be arranged. Anytime Love, you say the word." "Okay how about we do it now." "Sure Love let's go do it." When we both had our feet on the floor after getting off the sofa, he carried me to his bed and placed me in the center. He helped me take off the terry robe and saying, "Pick your side to lay, left or right. I turned onto my left side, he tossed the terry robe, crawled onto the bed, pulled the covers, and we played. The orgasm from that playing made my whole body glow with warmth. It was not an earth shattering one. It heated me up and kept me hot with a feeling of love and not raw sex for sex. I never experienced this kind of feeling with a guy. What was it indicating? What kind of spell has he cast?