Meeting Zoey Again

At each peak, I felt the taste in my mouth change, so I assumed these were also real. She pressed her pussy against me harder each time, and this time only make a little noise with each climax.

Eventually, she got up and turned, curled up against me, rested her head on my arm and went to sleep. I stayed awake for a short time, but fell asleep also, kind of almost-spooning against her. When I woke up in the morning, she was already awake, but had kept her head on my arm, (to the point where my arm had fallen asleep.)

We talked for a bit in the early morning darkness, and she cuddled against me, but I could tell from her conversation that it was not foreplay. I enjoyed the feel of her naked body against mine, but she continued to talk about her relationship with Tim.

When she got up, I admired her naked form for a few seconds, and then when she headed for the shower, I got up and went to retrieve my clothes. (I kind of hoped that Mariya would invite me to join her in the shower, but she made no such offer.)

When I got to the other room, Zoey was in the middle (or maybe the end?) of giving Tim a morning blowjob. I started to back out, and started to apologize, but I realized that if they had wanted some privacy, they wouldn't have left the door open.

Zoey was laying sideways on the bed, propped up on her elbows, and Tim was standing next to the bed holding her head in his hands. Tim looked over at me briefly, but his attention quickly returned to Zoey. Zoey couldn't see me at all, mostly because her view was blocked by Tim's arms and her own hair.

I stood for a few seconds, admiring Zoey's body stretched out on the bed. Her breasts were laying in the covers, of course, but her ass was nice and round, and looked very firm from this angle. She let one leg occasionally bend at the knee and lazily stretch in mid-air, but other than that, she was stretched flat on the bed, as if perfectly aware that I would walk in and see her with Tim's dick in her mouth.

I have no idea how long I stood staring at them, but after a few minutes, Tim started thrusting his hips into Zoey's face. She made no move to block the pounding she was getting, and even lifted her head a bit to give him a better angle. When he finally came, he didn't give her any warning, either. He just grunted a few times, and held her head firmly in his hands so that he could come deep in her throat.

If there was such a thing as "blowjob etiquette", he basically just broke every rule. When he finally let go of her and withdrew his cock, she turned her head and spit his load of cum in a towel. Even though he had just used her like a sex toy, she didn't seem to be too upset by it. She was mussed up and a little out of breath, but she actually seemed to be a little turned on by finding out that I had just watched Tim treat her like a whore.

If she was expecting Tim to return the favor, I was pretty sure she was about to be disappointed. In fact, he turned away from her without a word, and retreated into the shower in the master bedroom.

At that point, both showers were in use, and I set out to find out if there was another one. The house was massive, so I eventually found one, and decided I would shower before putting my clothes back on. Zoey joined me in the shower, and even though she made a move to stroke my dick in the shower, I was worried that the dynamics had already gotten too weird for me.

When I got out of the shower and got dressed, it left Zoey no choice but to get dressed as well. It turned out to be good timing, because when we got downstairs, Mariya was just leaving, and Tim was getting ready to follow.

When Tim offered to give Zoey a ride to the conference, that was my cue to hit the road, and so I said quick goodbyes to everyone, got in my truck, and headed straight to work.

Fortunately, work was slow, so I was able to relax and think for a while about how the last two days had gone. Unlike the previous day, my phone was silent. When lunchtime passed, and still no text from Zoey, I figured it was the last I would see of her.

When I stopped for coffee on the way home, I noticed a piece of paper in my billfold that had not been there before. It was a note with Mariya's name and number. Underneath, she had written, "Call me Wednesday."

I had some commitments that I had to take care of at home, but I thought about calling Mariya all night, and finally called her the next day. It worked out as well as I could have hoped, and I ended up living out another one of my fantasies, but that is another story.