I was chatting to a guy recently and surprisingly it reminded me of a meeting I had with a chap a couple of years ago. I had got home from working, ate my tea and showered. I was knackered and ready for bed but a quick prowl online soon had me feeling horny and I lined myself up for a dirty wank with some online chat. Soon I was sat at my desk in holdups and knickers wanking gently as conversation got ruder an ruder in the chat rooms. I cannot remember the guys name (which always give a tingle when I think at how bad that sounds!) I think it was Keith, but he began talking to me because he was local, it turned out that he was just the other side of town. Like me he was horny and wanking. He liked the sound of me in undies although it was not something that he was into himself. As my horniness reached a boiling point he offered for me to come by his place and watch some porn and finish off in each other’s company. You can imagine how long it took me to decide on that. His house was on the main road, but it was dark where he lived as there was no street lights. I amused myself at the thought of going to the wrong house, but thankfully Keith had seen the lights of my car and so flicked his outside light on. He met me at the door in his dressing gown and slippers, he was older than me by about 15 years or so and in good shape. He led me into his living room where a scene was paused on his screen, a girl getting double penetrated. He went to the kitchen to fetch himself a fresh drink which I declined as I was driving. While he was gone I peeled off my trackie bottoms and tee shirt and sat down on the sofa facing the tv. He did not blink at my outfit, black hold ups and lacy French knickers with a matching lace bra top, but simply sat down and released the dvd. The scene rolled and I was soon stirring under my knickers as this girl got pounded. I lazily rubbed my cock as it swelled out of the bottom of my knickers and soon saw a similar bulge growing under his dressing gown. “May I?” I asked and he nodded allowing me to pull back his gown. His cock was twitching to life, it was stubby and thick and helmet looked sticky. My 6 inches was longer than his was, but his girth was much broader. I closed my fist around his cock, it was hot and hard and I felt straight the sticky moistness of his pre come. I sat there with both our cocks in my hands for some time, wanking the pair of us slowly, half watching the scene and half watching his fat helmet appear and disappear with my wanking strokes. “Can I suck you?” I asked, I was really horny now and wanted to get him in my mouth but to my surprise he denied me. “No,” he replied, “why don’t you stand up?” I was surprised at the request, but followed the instruction all the same. As I got up, he took over the attention on his sticky shaft and I watched him grab some sort of hand cream from the side of him and he wanked it in his shaft. He looked me over and I could see he was eying my cock so I took it hand and wanked it. His breathing was heavy and he tugged hard on his cock as he watched. I turned slowly for him and even bent over, playing a hand over my bum. I do not know what came over me really, but Keith seemed to be liking the show. By the time I turned back to him fully he was no longer watching the screen. “Sit back down now,” he said and patted the seat next to him. My cock was achingly hard as I sunk back down. His hand reached straight for my cock and he wanked me vigorously but with a gentle touch at the same time. My pleasure was peaking and I knew I was close to coming. “I’m close,” I told him and he let out a low grunt in reply. From our chat earlier Keith had explained that he was only into wanking so I was ready for him to finish me off. I let the tension rise in my legs and my body went rigid lifting my bum up. I moaned out and he sped up the pace and just as I was about to come he move with surprising speed and bent forwards, placing his mouth firmly on my throbbing knob. He worked his hand on my shaft until the first spurt left me and then he plunged his face up and down sucking my come in as I yelled out quietly. I felt my cock start to soften as his tongue played over my tip some more, the sensations becoming too much. “Mmmm,” was all I could say as he pulled himself up. I let my head rest back as the flow off blood around my body settled down. I opened my eyes to see him standing before me. “Lie out,” he said pointing along the sofa. I shifted round and lay down, my legs having to bend a bit so that I could fit on it. He looked at me and he put his hand to cock again as he knelt down next to me. He slid his hand into my knickers and squeezed my cock and then let his hand roam further. His fingers clawed at my bum and I left up to let get a good hold. I love being molested like this especially when my sense were all on edge still from coming. He moved his had around, rubbing my chest through the lacy top. “Wank me,” he instructed and I fumbled for his hard on. I was amazed that it felt even hotter and thicker than before and it was even stickier as well. Keith was rocking his hips as his hands played over me still. Without warning he stood up and moved up, his sticky cock about a foot above my face. He cried out and locked his hand around it, pumping it very quickly. Although his move took me by surprise, I knew what was coming and I shifted to get my mouth as near to him as I could. He tugged frantically and with what was almost a war cry, a long line of come flew form his cock, splatting me firmly in the face. It was a heavy load and I felt it run down my neck instantly. The second shot seemed to be in better control and it fired into my mouth, I gulped it straight down and looked up to see Keith move down me. I fetl two more hot thick dollops hit my chest and I felt the wetness instantly on my skin. His groaning was very quiet now and his stroked much slower on his shaft . I propped myself up on my elbows to watch one last dribble of come fall from his tip to land on my knickers. I felt like I was drenched. I licked around my lips getting his come from my face. He mooched away from me which I took as my leave. Wet with come I pulled on my trackies and tee shirt back on, Keith mumbled a farewell from the corner of the room and I made my way out. I got back into my car and headed home and as I thought about the meeting, smelling his come on me and feeling the wetness on my chest and neck still I found that I had a hard on again by the time I got back my flat! Nothing a quick browse on line would not fix I thought to myself!