A taste of decadence

I have been blathering on in grim fashion of the plagues of annoyance that have lately seen fit to sweep through my work and consequent posts. That can perforce be deadly dull, even if it does provide me avenues to dissipate my spleen and sarcasm. I think a palate cleanser is in order; all the better to savor what is yet to come and keep appetites from succumbing to boredom.

Several years ago, I was living in a large house with several old friends. It was a cozy abode that I had happily sheltered in for a few seasons between tours of duty at a distant college. As fortune would have it, at this particular time the house was invested quite solidly with housemates. There were no open rooms for me to call my own. This was not widely seen as an obstacle to my living there however.

The reason was that of a lovely young lady who found a particular celebrity incredibly sexy and discerned enough resemblance in myself to that worthy for her pulse to quicken. Vetted as we were by our mutual friends as to the other's character, it did not take long before I was invited to share her room and shortly thereafter her body. Kendra was a gracious roommate.

One evening during this summer, I was sitting in the living room. I'd gotten home from work, scrubbed the grime from my hide, and had settled into one of those floor chairs that possesses no legs, instead allowing one to rock back on the rounded profile of the base. A movie was playing, I had a tall iced glass of soda, and was well on my way to unwinding.

I was soaking into the small talk of a handful of housemates catching up and generally enjoying a communal gathering around the television when I became aware of a hand tugging at my fly. I looked down to see Kendra blinking back up at me as if she had not just added a second hand to her cause and was making quick progress undoing my jeans.

The exact words I uttered elude me, but it had to have been something as cunningly erudite as, "Oh my." I do know that she gave me a slow, small smile in reply.

My awareness had narrowed until all that remained was my pounding heart, Kendra, and a mystified realization of what she intended. She didn't rush in her efforts to bare my loins to her, but she wasn't toying with me either. Every time she lifted her eyes to look at me, there was no doubt she was savoring her own urgency.

Her fingers closed around me, lifting me to her lips and tongue. I have no idea how long she spent teasing me like that. I'm sure my twitches, gasps, and shivers delighted her. Her eyes took on that slightly dazed look of excitement. Her low, purring murmurs played over the skin of my thighs and belly.

At some point, my eyes fell upon the housemates that were in the living room with us. A jolt of adrenaline sent shivery tingles through me as I realized I was being incredibly rude to my friends. To my astounded relief, no one was the least bit ruffled. One even gave me a smile and raised a glass in approbation.

As it was, Kendra chose that moment to engulf me in her mouth and once again, I was riveted to what she was doing. Her lips and tongue slid over me slow and confident. I could only sit there blinking and gasping. A feeling of absurd indolence suffused me. I was sitting in a living room amongst good friends getting an enthusiastic blow job unasked. It was a feeling of utter opulence that is unlike anything else.

Of course, once my patience came to an end, I ravished her most thoroughly. In the manner of the best interactions, I think both of us felt they had gotten the better end of bargain.