My Little Cocksucker

My Little Cocksucker

I’ve had a couple wild girl friends as I grew up. One was at nineteen years of age. I was working for an automotive paint supplier. After being a delivery driver for a year I was moved to mixologist. A fancy name for mixing paint. It was an interesting job and I enjoyed learning about different kinds of paint and metallic additives.

One day I was called to the front counter to help a customer. Wiping my hands I came around the corner from my work area and saw a plain looking young woman. She was my age, plainly dressed and when she smiled her braces showed brightly. We exchanged pleasantries and I got her car information. While I looked up the color I gave her a quick review. She wasn’t as tall as I was and she was slim, small breasts and small ass. Not my fantasy girl so I stuck to the job. I didn’t give her a second thought.

She paid for the paint ahead of time and left. I went to mix it. After a day she returned to retrieve her purchase. I was again called to the front counter. She smiled at me and handed me a note with her name and phone number on it. I felt surprised but as I was a lonely single guy, I slipped into my pocket. One of the guys on the counter noticed and teased me about how the paint mixer gets all the credit. What he didn’t say was that he also gets the blame when a mix was bad.

Debbie answered the phone, “Yes?” I recognized her voice, “Hi. This is John, from the paint store.” She cleared her throat and with a sexier, perkier voice, “Oh, Hi!” We talked for a little while when she asked, “Can we meet for lunch? I can bring you a sandwich. We could drive down to the bay and watch the ocean.” I was surprised again. She was quiet but forward. Shy but direct. I couldn’t refuse a free lunch and agreed. I had been eating pretty thin while I learned the job and building my funds. Before hanging up she said, “Great! I’ll see you tomorrow.”

The next day at the appointed time, there was Debbie. She was wearing similar clothes but had her auburn hair pulled up and back. I climbed in her car and we drove the short distance to the park near the bay. We made some small talk about life after high school which is when I found out she had a son. He was four years old and I didn’t ask but it was obvious she must have gotten pregnant way before she graduated. We laughed about finding someone to be with. I finished the delicious sandwich and she slid over and kissed me.

She looked in my eyes and when she didn’t see any warning signs she kissed me again and ran her hand down my tight belly. I pushed my tongue through her lips and she eagerly sucked it in. Rapping my hand around her head I held her against my thrusting tongue. Her hand went right to my groin and squeezed my lump. It’s been a while since I was with an eager woman. Groaning in her mouth, I put my other hand on her breasts and wiggled them around. This is great, I thought to myself. She’s hot for a plain girl.

That’s when I realized she had unzipped my pants and was slipping her hand under my boxers to explore my man meat. I let go of her head and leaned back so my penis could stretch out to its full length as she rubbed and squeezed it. She pulled back from our kiss and I could see her wet lips glistening, her mouth still open. She looked at the rod in her hand and quickly bent over to suck the head into her mouth. She rolled it around for a moment and popped off. Looking up at me for approval she smiled. My face must have shown my desires. God, she’s going to suck me off right here, I thought to myslef.