"Surprise Package"
On the swing side of things, I am someone’s best night ever, and I
didn’t even sleep with him. It was right after my divorce, during that wild 3 month time that
you do incredibly stupid things in the name of freedom.
My friend and I wanted to go out one night and one guy I had been
chatting with online named Frank said he would be happy to drive us. I
have to put in here, that I was 33 at the time, my friend was 23 and
Frank was barely 22. He arrived, all 6 ft 4 of him. Huge hands and
feet. HUMMM… could be interesting!
We went out to a club but he had worked all day so he sat at the
bar and watched us dance. About 11, we called it a night and went
home. My friend was pretty drunk by this time, and when I retuned from
the bathroom, she had gotten a bit frisky and had decided she wanted
some action. So there she was, pantyless and straddling his face!
I decided, what the heck. I was on my period, so I wasn’t going to
have sex, and besides I never put out on a first date. Well, almost
never!
So I decided I could handle a hand job. But as I went for his
zipper, I was surprised not to feel anything hard. I mean, most 22
year olds with a mouth full of Pu**y would have a hard on like the
rock of Gibraltar.
I got the zipper down and pulled down his fruit of the looms. And
there it was. All 2 inches of him. (Infantile penile syndrome is the
technical term) Fully erect, no bigger than my thumb. I let out a
small gasp and my friend turned to see why I had made a noise like
that. She saw what I was looking at and in sheer surprise, toppled off
his face.
So there we were. 1 Half naked girl, 1 fully dressed girl and 1
aroused 6 ft 4, slightly drunk male.
Doing the only thing that came to mind, I looked at him coyly and
asked him if he minded doing me a favor and helping me live out one of
my favorite fantasies. He looked at me sort of befuddled and said
sure.
With that and a small sigh of regret for the shirt I was about to
ruin, I grabbed my shirt with both hands, and ripped it open. Buttons
flew in every direction. I then grabbed my bra by the middle and
ripped it off over my head.
I looked at him and said I now wanted him to spray his stuff all
over me. He lurched to his knees and with a stroke or two, he dribbled
out on to his clenched hand. I threw my head back and in perfect Porn
star mode… I growled and thrashed and rubbed my DRY hands all over my
DRY chest and said naught naughty things.
I then said that was the best, better than I had imagined and that
I now needed to go to sleep. I helped him zip up and gently steered
him out the door. I then returned to my living room, where I saw my
friend laid out on the floor from laughter. Every time our eyes met we
would break into giggles. Poor guy.
Well, the next day I emailed him and said I had a lovely time, but
the age difference was just too much and wished him luck with someone
closer to his own age. He asked about my friend and I said she had a
boyfriend she was trying to work things out with.
Flash forward 3 years. I am on my computer late one night and I see
him in a chat room. I say hi for old times sake. I get this response.
I was the best night of his life. He dreams of me often and that that
was the most erotic thing that had ever happened to him and he wanted
to thank me.
Well, teeny tiny weenie or not, he was still a nice young man and I
am glad he has at least one happy memory I his life. And I got to feel
like a sex goddess and I think I also get a gold star for handling a
potential scary situation as well with dignity and grace, well maybe
more like Will and Grace!
