We had a system down where I’d send a text when I got off work, she’d place an order for pickup at a restaurant on the way, and I’d bring it to her house. We’d have an early-afternoon meal together and end it with a quick romp in bed. I’d leave before her kid got home from school or sports.
Being in a spot in life where my job was mediocre and I had no money, this was the scenario of a lifetime. This woman more than twenty years in age would treat me to meals, the sex was great, and there was minimal emotional attachment going on. She’d either pay by card over the phone, or leave money in an envelope by the door. Always paying me way more than what the meal cost.
This particular day, I got off work much earlier, and was headed to her house around 1pm. She sent a text asking if I could delay about 15 minutes as she was running behind. No problem, I hung out at the restaurant and killed a few minutes.
She wanted sushi and a big salad, and said she’d be in the hot tub waiting for me. I was to enter the front door and lock it behind me. I moved the salad into a big plastic bowl and the sushi on a plate with red gingham patterns. A couple forks, and some napkins, and I was ready to present the meal.
I stripped down, as we always sat nude in her hot tub, and strode outside, where she was sitting halfway in the hot tub, leaning back, breasts getting a full tan in the sun. Her nipples were erect while she glared at me, possibly from the sun in her eyes, possibly because I took longer than she wanted in getting the food ready.
I sat next to her and she asked me about my day. My eyes kept gazing upon her body, my hands trying so hard to finish the food before making a move. I spotted something peeling from her neck and exclaimed, wow you don’t even look sunburned, but your skin is peeling.
I took my salad fork and gently poked her neck. She looked at me quizzically, and responded that she hadn’t experienced sunburn on her neck recently. I licked my finger and rubbed it and showed her a flaky piece.
She looked at me with a bit of confusion, and then started laughing, offering an explanation. I had two guys over here taking turns on me right before you got here. One of them cummed on my face and I thought I cleaned it all up. They went out the back gate when we heard the front door close when you got here.
It still took me a moment to comprehend what she was explaining. So, you just finished up with a threesome a few minutes ago and invited me over anyways?
She smirked. You’re the one that brings me whatever food I want. And I didn’t cum yet. It was fun, but I need a really good orgasm.
I had been poking around her neck, continuing to eat off my fork. I had been touching her neck with my hands and eating sushi. The gravity of what I’d been doing hit me in so many different ways. I felt angry at her for not telling me and stormed off to get a new fork and wash my hands.
I returned to the hot tub, not sure if I wanted to keep eating or leave or what. She convinced me to finish eating – I was still ravenous. She refused to offer any further information about what happened and just said it would hurt my feelings, and I should just be glad she wanted to see me.
We finished our salad and sushi, dried cum still on her neck. I kept staring at it, bothered by the whole thing. She looked at me and grabbed my cock. Are you going to fuck me now? I nodded and asked if she’d mind washing her neck and face first. She laughed and told me to meet her in bed.
She got her meal and orgasm she wanted, and this was one particular event that really stuck with me in a bit of a traumatic way.