Blowjob Girl

First of all, a quick update about my life: a few weeks ago I quit dancing. I'd been wanting to do that for quite a while but it took a rather bad experience to finally make me realize I had to stop or else end up hating myself for all time. So I stopped. Since then I've been looking for mainstream work. I've had a few job interviews but nothing has panned out yet. Good thing is that I have enough money in the bank right now to pay all my bills until at least next February, assuming I adhere to a strict budget (which I have so far). Also, I still meet up with my "personal clients" once in a while (just saw one late last night) for extra cash. Every little bit helps!

The reason for this particular post, though, is because I had a very surreal experience about two hours ago.

It started when I woke up, a lot more energetic than I thought I would (I had a late, tiring night). I made coffee, had a bowl of cereal, then took my daily jog. This was at around 11am or so. Anyway, I did my miles and was coming back by my usual route when I passed my neighbors' house at the corner of the street I live on. To my surprise the man who lives there (I'll call him "Charles") was there, raking leaves. It was surprising because I usually only see him on weekends. He waved at me and I used that as an excuse to stop and catch my breath (to be polite).

Turns out he was home from work because his office building had a small fire last night; nothing major but no one could work while the city inspected the building, things were fixed, et cetera. I asked after "Darlene", his wife, and he told me that she was chaperoning a field trip for their daughter.

I should point this out: I know Darlene a lot better than I know Charles. I see her all the time and we're very friendly. By her request I've even babysat their 11-year-old daughter a few times, usually for just short periods where she needs to go do something and doesn't want to take her kid with her. She and I have the sort of relationship where she can just call me whenever and ask for a favor; ditto for me (I literally borrowed sugar from her once!). She's not the nicest woman in the world (I sort of think she might be racist) but she's a typical mother-figure: prim and proper, 40-something, and generally kind. Charles, by the way, is older than her (I'd guess he's around 50) and much more laid back. Both are cool, I've always thought since I moved here, but like I said I barely know him.

So we were chatting; I told him about how I was looking for work, he gossiped about politics, etc. Just when I figured it was time to finish the last short length of my jog, though, he invited me inside for tea.

Yes, tea. I rarely drink tea (this is America, dammit! We drink coffee!) but the idea of something warm to drink was impossible to ignore (chilly day).

While the tea brewed and I sat in his kitchen we chatted about work (both he and his wife had thought I was a waitress, so I had to lie a bit) and stuff like that. After pouring me the tea, though, he shocked me with this question: "Can I ask you a question about sex? I don't want to sound creepy but you're probably the only woman I know I can ask this about..."

Stunned, I said, "Why?" (I was sort of afraid he might know about my "Shannon" persona, or that I stripped, or something).

"I don't have any female friends," he admitted. "And I can't ask my wife, because it's about her. I can't ask my sisters either because, well, that'd be awkward. But I really need the advice of a woman..."

Suddenly I was very interested. What did mild-mannered 50-something Charles want to ask about? I had to know. So I told him, "Sure, ask away!"

"Is it wrong to ask your wife to do something she really detests?" he replied. "I mean, from a woman's point of view... would you get upset if your significant other kept asking for something that you kept rejecting?"

Intrigued, now, I said, "Well, what were you asking for?"

He was literally blushing while he sipped his tea. "Just... only just a blowjob," he told me. With that suddenly out in the open he started to gush. "When I was much younger than you, it was my favorite thing, sexually speaking. Better than actual sex. Then I went and fell in love with a woman who *hated* doing that. For a while, though, she would do it from time to time-- on my birthday, on anniversaries, that kind of thing. Only special occasions, though. But last Friday was our 19th anniversary and she absolutely refused to do it. She says she hates it. I don't want to start a big fight over it but I keep thinking there has to be a way I can get her to do it without being an asshole about it."

He was totally embarrassed at this point, and stirred more sugar into his tea, totally not looking at me. What I said, though, surprised us both.

I said, "What you need, I think, is a blowjob girl. Someone to do for you what your wife clearly doesn't want to do."

Note: I was never attracted to him before. He's large, sorta fat (not obese or anything, just pudgy), and balding. I honestly never was attracted to him until he told me all this, but suddenly I was. I guess you can never guess with me what will turn me on: hearing a married man tell me about wishing he could get blowjobs did just that. I was literally wet upon hearing those words.

"In nineteen years I've never cheated!" he snapped at me. "I would never, ever do that."

"How is it cheating?" I asked. "'Cheating' would be doing something with another woman that your wife already does for you. If she won't blow you, I think it's perfectly fine for you to find a woman who will. Don't you deserve it?"

He shook his head. "Darlene is the love of my life. I could never betray her. Besides, where would I find a 'blowjob girl'?"

That's when I slid out of my chair and crawled over to him. This is when it all got so surreal: I felt sort of detached from myself. I just looked up at him and said (I literally said this, verbatim): "I can be your blowjob girl, Mr. Charles."

He did nothing to resist me while I unzipped his pants. He said not a word while I sucked his cock which, btw, was decent in size but incredibly hairy (when I deepthroated his thing I literally got his pubes caught in my teeth). He didn't touch me at all, except to pat my head from time to time, and after ten or so minutes he came inside my mouth.

After that I got up, took a sip of tea, and I said I needed to get home. He said to me, "You won't tell Darlene about this, will you?"

The last thing I said to him before leaving (swear to God) was this: "I can keep a secret if you can. I want to be your blowjob girl, Mr. Charles."

It was a very strange experience... but even right now, as I type this, and remember all of that, I can't help but wish I was sucking him off again. I even went outside just a few minutes ago and got sad that his wife's minivan was in their driveway.

Ugh.