6 Weeks

   
        There was a woman, once.

We met through a mutual business aquaintance one summer while we were

both working temporary assignments- me as a photographer and she, for

lack of a better term, as "office help" during his very hectic wedding season.

I walked into the office to pick up my assignment and she looked up at me

with eyes that devastated my soul. They were a striking deep blue shade I've

not seen duplicated to this very day, stormy cobalt flashing behind her dark-

framed rectangular glasses. Her hair was long and thick and shining and a

beautiful shade of deep dark auburn, her body full and soft and rounded and

I just knew that if I touched it, her skin would be soft. I confirmed this later.


        I was twenty five to her forty when we met, and we had both experienced

losses recently, hers of a caliber I cannot even begin to imagine. I hope I never

have to. Our eyes locked that day and I knew, she knew, we both knew without

even speaking, that we had found a kindred spirit. The walking wounded. It was

difficult to be professional but we both tried our best and I almost thought that

perhaps I had misjudged the situation as she let me slip out the door after

making a couple awkward attempts to delay my exit. My heart was sinking

as I stood at the ancient elevator, waiting impatiently for it to creak open.

And then, there she was before me, shy smile on her fair face. She touched

my hand gently before placing a slip of paper into it and squeezing it closed. 

        " I'm warning you..." she began quietly, eyes down.

  "I will devour you."

And then she was gone. My cock was throbbing in my jeans and I barely

made it to the men's room before I wrapped my fist around it and brought

myself to hot, sticky orgasm, picturing her soft hair and full breasts in my

mind's eye as I pumped. I called her later that evening and after meeting

for a drink we soon found ourselves back in my small, messy apartment

exchanging deep, wet kisses, our hands seemingly unable to stop touching,

stroking, and petting. She told me to undress and I obeyed, praying she would

find my rather long, lanky frame appealing. My cock was hard and resting on

my tummy, and although I am under no illusions about it being huge, I am

quite confident it is larger than average and on the thicker side, with a nicely

shaped head and firm balls to boot. I was relieved as she smiled in approval

and then pushed me gently down onto the couch, coaxing my legs open and

kneeling between them, her hands stroking my stomach, my cock, and finally

my ass. This was a decade ago, and as you know if you've been following me

at all, I am far from virginal and was, to be quite honest, already a slut by this

time, but I swear I felt like an innocent babe in the woods as she proceeded to

spread my ass open and look at, and stroke, and finally, lick every inch of my

body in a way no one ever has before or since. So softly, so sweetly. Like I was

precious.