Dinner with my WebMaster

The man I blame or praise for getting me into this blog and online wanted to meet me after work yesterday.  So I said to pick me up at work so we can talk on the way home. It was hot, I was pissed off at him and a few others, plus a few customers just set me off wrong and I wanted someone to yell at.

The yelling didn’t last too long as he took me to my favorite coffee shop and bought me the biggest, strongest coffee-latte they had and a cinnamon bun.  Dam… he knows me too well.   So I ranted about the online trolls, the lack of responses to my posts and the lack of my ambition to post on a regular basis.  He just sat across from me and smiled and listened. He really is a great listener.

Than he asked if I get wet thinking about the people who DO read this blog and DO follow me on FaceBook and Twitter?  How many people I add a bit of happiness to, or give them masturbation fantasies as they read about me and my life?  In his usual arrogant manly way, he was right.  Hell, my nipples were getting hard just sitting there talking about some of the readers I chat with regularly and what all we talk about. How much my life has changed because of this blog.  The people I have met, the sexual exploits I have had.  All because he talked me into starting a dam blog.

Than he leaned across the table, never lowing his voice so others could easily hear, he asked me if I masturbate to any of them?  Well, Dah!!  I even print the really sexy perverted ones out and keep them for those moments when I need some inspiration or when I am all alone with my toys.  A girl needs a little hot sexy erotica to read every once in awhile to keep her motor running right.

That’s when the place went deadly quiet and I knew that I had just embarrassed myself by using my out-loud voice and realized that everyone in the whole place just heard what I just said to him in plain, American English.  It was time to leave..  I hate my webmaster.

I was fuming on the walk to the car, but he started to laugh at what happened.  As he opened my door, he hugged me and tried to pull my skirt up.  I got in and pushed him away.  His defense was that he wanted to see if I really was wet.  If that’s what he wanted, he just had to ask!   Yes, I was mad, wet and horny from all the talk and everything.

Mr Wonderful had called earlier and said he was working late.  So Mr Webmaster said lets do dinner and a blow job.  I naturally said sure, but does it have to be in that order??  Like I said, I was horny and wet,  plus mad and embarrassed.  Wet and Horny win out anytime and I wanted some fucking relief NOW.

So right there in the parking lot, I leaned over the seat and unzipped his pants.  As I was starting to enjoy swallowing his hard cock, he started to let his fingers walk around my ass and pussy.  I always like that, his fingers just know where to go and what to do.  Like him, they are long and lean and very well practiced.  Hmmmm <smile>

He came first and I enjoyed the feeling of his cum pulsing into my mouth while his fingers were dug deeper into my sopping cunt.  I really couldn’t do much as his finger probing was now getting harder and heavier.  I just moved more across his lap as he dug in deeper.  Even sending one finger into my ass and that was all it took to get me coming immediately screaming in pure pleasure.  It was bliss to just lay there and relax.

So I stayed across his lap while he drove us to the restaurant.  I didn’t care if anyone saw me that way with my skirt up and ass exposed…  I was relaxed and happy.  He pulled in where I could run in quickly and get cleaned up.  I was a mess with juices running down my legs and my hair all messed up from him pulling on it.  I didn’t even know where we were until I came out of the ladies room and realized it was the Peppermill!  Dinner?  Here?  yes, what a way to start the weekend.

Sitting at our booth, he smiled at me and told me that after all that just happened, that I really must love this blog business.  Ok, So He Saved the Blog.  And I got a nice dinner out of the deal. Why Not??

We finished the evening by having a nice, friendly dinner with pleasant conversation.  He dropped me off at home and I fucked Mr Wonderful’s brains out.

A nice way to end the day.

Love and Licks

Vegas Vicky

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