He was young - only 18.  He'd been my waiter at lunch, at the busy restaurant in
the museum I'd been wandering through.  He had the look of an artist, or a
musician.  Tall (over six feet) and very slim - almost skinny, in fact - with
long black hair combed straight back from his forehead and falling over his
collar in back.  During the course of the meal, I discovered that it was his
birthday - and that he was very attracted to me.  The first piece of information
came tumbling out of him in conversation.  The second was in his eyes.

As luck would have it, I was his last table of the day.  I wonder how I would
have arranged it, otherwise.  All I know is that I would have thought of
something.  I left the restaurant and walked back to a display from which I could
watch the entrance. He would have to walk by me to leave the museum.  When he
did, I timed my stroll to "coincidentally" cross his path.

He looked at me in pleased surprise.

"Oh, hello, John," I said.  "Going off to celebrate your birthday, I guess. 
What's on the agenda for tonight?"

"Nothing, I'm afraid," he answered.  "I just moved to New York and I have no
friends here to speak of.  I'll probably have dinner somewhere and spend the
evening at home."

"That's terrible!" I said, blessing my guardian angel.  "I don't think anyone
should be alone on their birthday!  Oh, by the way, my name's Michelle."

It only took a few minutes.  I was easy to manipulate the conversation, first to
things he might do, then to movies he liked, and finally to a movie we were both
interested in.  Before he knew it, he was going to meet me at a theater near my
apartment.

At the theater, he was warm and bubbling with energy.  At 32, I was almost twice
his age - but it didn't seem to matter to him. Of course, I like to think that I
don't look my age at all (maybe 25, at the outside!) but it was still wonderful
to see that he paid no attention to it at all.

We made a striking couple.  He had changed into the regulation downtown uniform
of black pants with a big, full-cut black shirt and black boots.  I wore a black
leather mini and an off-the- shoulder black mohair sweater.  With my heels, I was
almost on a par with his 6'5" height.  We were the center of attention in the
waiting line.

I hardly remember the movie.  What I remember is him buying me popcorn and
keeping up a steady stream of chatter as we waited for the show to start.  Then,
in the dark, that electrifying instant when his arm brushed my thigh, and all of
a sudden everything changed.

The air was charged with sexuality.  I could FEEL him in the dark - feel his
attention on me.  His arm, on the armrest against mine, seemed to reach out for
me.  I let my legs lean to the left, toward him, and felt his knee brush mine as
he changed position. He stayed there, not moving his leg, for the longest time -
and I loved it!

We left the movie in a different mood than we had been in earlier.  There was a
charge to the air, an expectation, that hadn't been there before.  I invited him
back to my apartment and cooked him a quick pasta primavera for his birthday. 
After dinner, we sat together on the couch and drank our coffee.  I could feel
that he wanted to make some kind of a move - but he was too inexperienced and
nervous to figure out what to do.

I excused myself to go to the bathroom.  While in there, I freshened my makeup
and fixed my hair.  I knew exactly what I wanted to do - and I was surprised to
find my heart pounding like a schoolgirl's as I returned to the living room.

"I have a birthday present for you, John," I said, as I entered the room.

"Oh, no, Michelle, I couldn't accept anything from you! You've been so nice
already - it's too much!"

"I think you'll find this is perfect - at least I hope so!" I said, as I walked
over to the couch.  Kneeling down in front of him, between his long, sprawled-out
legs, I began to unbuckle his belt.

His eyes were wide in surprise.  I could tell that he couldn't believe what was
happening.  In a moment, his pants were unzipped and I was tugging them down from
his waist.  He woke up enough, then, to raise his hips, and I hooked my index
fingers in the waistband of his briefs and pulled everything down at once.

I had known, from little glimpses I'd caught of his crotch during the day
together, that he was far from small - but my heart was in my throat as his
lowered briefs exposed the cock beneath them.  It was magnificent!  Over eight
inches long, and really thick, it was like nothing I had ever had before!  It
sprang free of it's confinement and stood up like an arrow, pointing toward his
chin.

I desperately wanted it - but I took the extra moment, teasing both myself and
him, to remove his shoes, socks, pants and underpants.  Then I had him in front
of me, naked from the waist down.  The butterflies I had in my stomach earlier
had travelled south and become a charge of sexual excitement in my lower abdomen
and my pussy.  The skirt was so tight that I couldn't even get my hand under
there - so I had to just kneel there and squeeze my thighs together as tightly as
I could, savoring the rush of pleasure it brought.

Then I reached out, circled his beautiful cock with my right hand and drew it
toward me.  Sitting back on my heels, I looked up into his eyes and lowered my
head to place a kiss on the swelling, red head.  While my lips were still pressed
against him, I opened them and stuck just the tip of my tongue out, to lick him
from just below the head up to the opening in the center.  I felt the little jerk
as his partially-erect cock jumped with pleasure.

I continued to tease both of us, by licking back and forth like that.  I felt his
cock GROWING - getting even longer and thicker as I played with him, and becoming
steel-hard underneath that silky-soft skin.  I began to lick around the head in a
circular motion, my tongue giving special attention to that little flap of skin
under the front of the head.  Each time the tip passed over that little, secret
place, his cock jumped in excitement.

Drawing my head back so that I could see all of his beautiful prick, I took it in
both hands at once.  I stroked him for a moment, and looked up to see his eyes
riveted on my hands, watching them pulling the skin up and back - the right one
(on top) occasionally rubbing over the head.

"Your hands are so beautiful," he said.  "They look so sexy wrapped around my
cock!"

When he said "cock", it was like the word went THROUGH me - just the sound of it
sent shivers through my body.  I smiled up at him, looking straight into his
eyes.

"If you think my HANDS look good wrapped around your cock," I said, "wait'll you
see what my LIPS look like!"

I continued to look straight into his eyes, and bent forward. Holding him in my
right hand, and gently cupping his balls in my left, I opened my mouth and took
his cock as deep into my mouth as I could.

He really filled my mouth up!  I mean, he was no Johnny Wadd - no 14 inches - but
I'VE never seen anything bigger, and that drove me wild!  As I slid my mouth up
and down his big prick, I couldn't really suck him the way I would anyone else. 
For one thing, I couldn't get more than about three-quarters of him in!  It
wasn't so much the length as it was the size of the head - it was so big around
that it was difficult to get it very far back in my mouth! And my jaw began to
ache almost immediately, from having to keep my mouth so far open.

I looked up at him frequently, from my vantage point between his legs.  His eyes
almost never left me, which was wonderful! Most men close their eyes for as much
as half of a blowjob - and I like to see them looking at me.  I like it when they
comment on how it turns them on to watch.  And he did that!  It was obvious that
he'd been given head a few times before, but not in the way I was doing it to him
now.

To give my jaws a rest, I reluctantly drew my head back up off his cock and began
to kiss and lick him in a trail down the front. When I got to his balls, I
carefully took one of them in my mouth and rolled it around gently with my tongue
while I continued to stroke him with my right hand.  That really set him off - he
began to moan and to thrust hard with his hips, fucking my hand hard. So I took
the other ball in too, and got a grip on his cock with BOTH hands and started to
really stroke hard.  His movements got more and more wild - then suddenly I heard
him mumble almost unintelligably "Just a little bit more" and I knew I was too
close to the end!  So I just stopped.

He was in agony!  I didn't intend to stop permanently - just long enough to allow
him to get his breath back.  I just didn't want the experience of sucking him to
end so quickly, that's all. I finally got him to understand that, and he relaxed
a little bit. Now, I was sure that the only oral sex he'd had was with relatively
inexperienced girls in high school (and I later found out I was right).

Once he realized that there was no hurry, as far as I was concerned, and that I
really LOVED what I was doing - and that all we had to do to make the pleasure
last was to bring him up to the edge and then rest for a moment - he was happy to
go on letting me eat him for about forty minutes or so.  I revelled in it.  I had
such a young, hard, BIG cock to play with that I didn't want anything else.  I
knew I'd be taken care of later, so I just gave myself over to sucking him.

At one point, after sucking his balls again, I put my head down deep between his
legs and began to lick his asshole.  As I held his balls out of the way with my
left hand, rolling them around in the sack, and jerked his big prick with my
right, I ran my tongue around and over his puckered ass - and finally stiffened
it as much as I could and pushed it a little ways in.  That drove him nuts!  At
first he tried to get me to stop (probably shocked that someone would want to
lick his ass) but then he gave in to it - and I nearly lost him there, for a
moment!

Finally, though, we got to the point where he wouldn't stop. At the end, he just
refused to let me back off from his cock.  He held my head down with BOTH of his
hands and began to fuck my mouth!  His cock was too big for me to take that - he
began, unintentionally, to hurt the back of my throat with his thrusts. Finally,
I was able to get up off him for a moment, and I told him to calm down.  I
explained that, if he'd let me, I'd bring him off better than anything he had
ever felt.  He apologised, and looked so sheepish that I had to laugh - and he
thought that I was making fun of him.  For a minute, I thought we'd lose the
moment - but he was too interested in cumming for that, thank God!

I got a good grip on him with both hands, my left down near his balls and my
right up under the head.  I'm no small woman, and I had BOTH hands full of cock
at this point.  I took his head and a couple of inches of his cock into my mouth
and rested my mouth against the back of my right hand, then started to jerk him
off with both hands at once - with my mouth keeping time and staying right
against my hand.

He started to fuck really hard, and I knew that we were nearly there.  I kept
watching him as I sucked.  I wanted to see the look on his face when he shot!  He
was still looking at me, but his eyes were strangely unfocussed - like he was
seeing me and not seeing me at the same time.

When it happened, there was no warning at all!  He just groaned really loud - and
the cum started flooding my mouth!  I couldn't believe how much there was.  At
the same moment, his eyes SNAPPED into focus, and he was staring at me - watching
every movement.

The first couple of shots actually filled my mouth up!  I wanted him to see
everything, so I tried NOT to swallow for a minute, so that I could give him a
good show - but that didn't work at all!  I finally HAD to swallow, because the
cum kept pouring out of him!  I had remembered that young men frequently have a
lot, but I couldn't believe this!  For the first time, I had cum dripping down my
chin and my neck because I COULDN'T keep up with the flow! As he got toward the
end of his orgasm, but was still shooting, I pulled my head back and drew my
mouth off his cock.  Opening it up so that he could SEE the mouthfull I still
had, I continued to stroke his cock with my hands.  The shots continued with
enough force to arc into my mouth - and a couple landed on my cheek, which I
loved!  This was the first time I had ever given a blowjob the way I had dreamed
of doing it!  He watched the cum landing on my face in fascination, and I could
tell that he LOVED that and the way I looked, smiling up at him with a mouthfull
of his sperm! When it was finally over, I held him gently in my left hand,
feeling the big cock shrinking rapidly.  I stroked him lightly, and gently ran my
thumb over the still-soaking head, while I used my right hand to wipe the cum off
my chin and cheek and licked up every drop!  He watched in fascination, and later
told me that I had made real one of his most frequent fantasies.  He thought I
did it for him - but it was definitely for both of us!

When it was over, he was like a puppy - all tail-wagging and grateful.  When he
asked what he could do for me, I just stood up, smiled, and led him into the
bedroom.  By the next morning, I had been more than paid back!!