As Mistress Commands

After about two weeks of chatting, she started asking rather embarassing sexual questions, but I answered truthfully. "Have you ever tasted your precum when you masturbate?" was one. I told her after a moment's hesitation that I had. "Did you like it?" was the next. I told her even though the thought kind of repulsed me at first, I was curious and did taste it. Then she asked if I had ever tasted my own cum before, either from masturbating, kissing a woman after getting a blowjob, or going down on a woman after I had fucked her. I told her yes, on two counts, and that I didn't mind- the women seemed to love having me go down on them after I came, but usually I wore a condom and didn't have an opportunity to 'eat a cream pie'... but I had tasted my cum from my fingers after masturbating (something I was a little ashamed to admit, but I liked doing it) and I had tasted a little of my cum after kissing a woman who gave me a great blowjob once.

She seemed fascinated with my responses and asked if we could meet sometime. She flattered me by telling me how cute but rugged I was in my photos I had on MySpace, and that double whammy made me even more eager to meet her. It turned out she lived less than an hour's drive from my dorm, and she wanted me to go to her summer house to meet her. She was closing it up and wanted "a man's help". I agreed to meet her at a popular restaurant near her place so we could have lunch. It was then she sent me a photo of what she looked like. She wasn't kidding- she was very tall and slender, and reminded me of that woman on CSI, the redhead, but she didn't look so severe- her face was softer and not as angular, and her eyes held a certain sparkle to them, like she got the joke before anyone else did. I was enraptured. Her photo was her on the boat, wearing a bikini- something I rarely see women over the age of 25 in... this woman was a definite MILF. We would meet next weekend.

The next week passed by in a flash, and yet it dragged.