Me, The Stranger , The Red Eye Ch. 04

Two weeks after that redeye to Boston and getting dicked down in the best way by Mr. Harris, I found myself back on pace to undergo another long drought. I said I wanted to hook up with Mario, but his messages sort of trailed off and there was one thing I wasn't EVER going to do and that was run behind a man.
My mother had always said, "When a man wants you, he makes an effort to be in your life." And since his effort had faded, I used my escape, which was working out and working.
In fact, I was in my office, going over designs well after quitting time when my stomach reminded me that I needed food, so finally, I headed out. I planned to stop for some Caribbean food, a bottle of wine, and some chocolate cookies and then head home.
When I arrived home, I took a nice shower and dressed in a loose-fitted tank and some undies. I planned to pleasure myself as soon as I was done eating and drinking that bottle of wine.
I had the music nice and low, as Beşiktaş travesti I lay in my bed. I pulled my panties down to mid-thigh and massaged my inner thigh as I licked my lips, imagining I was being kissed.
Slowly, my finger drifted to find my sweet pearl and I started with a tap. I tapped it repeatedly and then made circles, around and around, and around, my heart raced. Just as I was about to slip my fingers into my pool, my cellphone sounded. I grunted as I looked over and saw some strange number. Since my vibe was interrupted, I wiped my fingers on my shirt and answered, "Hello?"
"Hola, mamita, preciosa," he said.
"Mario?"
"Ah, you remember me. What are you doing?" he asked.
I chuckled, "You want a lie or the truth?"
He laughed, "I'm intrigued. Tell me both and I'll see which one is the truth."
I smiled, "I'm sitting here reading a copy of War I'd lick your clit until you cry."
"Is that Beşiktaş travestiileri so."
"Yeah girl, I don't fuck around."
I laughed. "I suppose we'll see."
"It's a date, tomorrow," he stated. He bit his lip and I saw him moving his hand.
"Are you stroking yourself?"
He grinned, "Yeah. You wanna see?"
I nodded. When he angled the camera and allowed me to see him, my heart quickened. He had sent me a picture before, but seeing it live on camera was a sight to behold. That sausage was thick and long, the tip was beautiful. I blushed, "Wow."
"You think you can handle all of it?" he asked cockily.
"I'm sure I can," I responded with certainty. He nodded with a slight grin as if he accepted my challenge.
"I wanna see you play with your pussy before I go to sleep."
I opened my legs nice and wide. A little of my juice was at the opening. I was already wet from my pregame and sitting there travesti Beşiktaş watching him stroke his monster cock made me even wetter.
"Damn, you're already wet."
I took my left strap off, so my left boob was exposed. I lifted it and licked my nipple. I made circles around the areola with my tongue before sucking it. He stroked his shaft while he watched.
I took my right and found my pearl and started to tap it as I had done earlier and then made circles, giving it a nice polish. I arched my back and allowed my fingers to trace the fold of my labia.
"Put your fingers inside mami."
I did as he requested, allowed two fingers to penetrate my wet paradise and I moaned, "That's it mamita, don't hold back, I wanna hear you."
The more he coached me, the deeper and faster I went, I moaned loudly, as the sensation sent waves throughout my body. I heard him moan and groan as he rapidly ran his hand up and down his shaft, bringing himself closer to orgasm. My leg shook and I flinched, also most crushing my hand.
I saw as his cum erupted and oozed down the sides of his massive cock. We were both panting. I laughed, "Oh my God."
"That was beautiful. I can't wait to see you tomorrow."
"Good night Mario."
"Good night."