My Blind Date with a Super Model, a short story by harrylime. Date added: 2011-10-20. Times viewed: 7290.
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- Intro: Her short skirt rose up and I was treated to a glorious view of pale white cheeks covered only by a thin black thong with sexy lace frills on the edges.
My name is Derek.
My last name is not important. I am a sort of nameless clog in the system that plays by all the rules and seldom if ever takes any risks that would expose me to danger or ridicule. At least that was true until I had my date with a “World Famous” super model.
It was that long awaited day of the anticipated date and I was on my customary journey back home from my 9 to 5 job in the City.
I reached up to the luggage rack to remove my backpack and I felt the sudden little flare up in my lower spine that always signaled my back was about to act up. My recurrent back problem had a habit of taking a turn for the worse at the most inconvenient times.
“Son of a bitch! Please, God, not now.”
In just a few short hours, I had a first time blind date with a 25 year old fashion model prominently featured on several magazine covers on every newsstand.
Please don’t ask me how I was so fortunate to get a date with a so beautiful a model. I would be forced to admit it was my Mother that had gotten the date for me. I think she was overly concerned that her 30 year old son was doomed to a lifetime of bachelorhood and she would never have the joy of listening to the patter of little grandchildren’s feet running about the house.
My Mum’s fascination with the many contests in the fashion magazines had led to her winning the “Get a Date for your Son with Alicia Bushworthy, World Famous Model”. I was totally turned off by the idea until I saw a photo of the absolutely devastatingly beautiful Model in my Mum’s magazine collection.
Right now I had to figure out how to get up the two flights of stairs rising to the surface.
The escalator was conveniently out of service yet another time. Why is it that the faulty escalator is always the up escalator and never the down escalator?
Moving at about quarter speed, I managed to make it home to my handy muscle relaxants. I really should start to carry some with me just in case of a problem. I guess I had an aversion to being seen popping pills at work. It might lead people to think I had an addiction problem and lead to an unwarranted redundancy.
Fortunately, they were not the least bit habit-forming as attested to the fact that I had not taken a single one since an episode about six months prior. I usually took 8 pills a day in doses of 2 pills each 6 hours. Because of the situation, I immediately took 4 pills to get me loosened up and be presentable for the long awaited date. In retrospect, that probably was not a good idea since I would be drinking socially in a few hours.
I should mention there were some side-effects to my medication that ultimately led to unforeseen circumstances on my eagerly awaited date with the beautiful Alicia. A negative side effect was the propensity to nod off at inappropriate moments. Another was the noticeable slurring of speech as the tongue-brain connector slowed down. This had happened to me once when I was giving a prepared presentation on the “Importance of Good Diction”. My supervisor was not amused and to this day she is convinced I did it on purpose.
A positive side effect was the prolongation of penis arousal when presented with a visual stimulus. I read the brochures related to the medication very carefully and there was absolutely no mention of this particular side effect. When I called the pharmaceutical firm’s public relations number, the girl I spoke to (I believe her name was Francesca) was most helpful up to the point of describing this particular side effect. In point of fact, as soon as I mentioned it, her whole tone changed from being a professional service representative to an amused and disbelieving female with harsh suspicions of male deviousness. After I convinced her that I was indeed “serious”, she then started asking me all sort of unrelated questions like “How old are you?”, “How long is your thing?”, “Are you able to have sexual relations while experiencing this side effect?”.
I got the distinct feeling that “Francesca” was not following the prescribed company guideline in pumping me about this issue. My gut feeling was confirmed when she proceeded to give me her “private” cell phone number to contact her with any concerns I had with my arousal problem. She informed me she would be at my “disposal” to alleviate any fears I might have about impaired performance. I still have her number but have hesitated to contact her because I have absolutely no idea what she looks like. Yet, her voice sounded so very sexy when she changed from her professional response mode to a more feminine and seductive tone that I have sorely tempted on more than one occasion.
After a quick lie down of about one hour’s duration, I felt restored and the pain was all but gone entirely. I considered taking 2 more pills, but hesitated because the time between doses was so compressed. I put 4 of the pills in a little baggy and placed them in my shirt pocket. I promised myself at the first sign of twinge of “tightening” I would take 2 of them immediately. I did not feel drowsy but then again I had just slept for an hour. I experimented with talking in front of the mirror and my words were quite clear and no sign of slurring at all. I looked inside my jockey shorts and my long thick cock appeared to be acceptably dormant.
It was time to meet the luscious Alicia Bushworthy, super model supreme and dazzle her with my masculine charm.
I was impressed with the Apartment building with its canopied entrance and the uniformed doorman who confirmed my visit to the Bushworthy residence.
The elevator was mirrored on all sides and even the ceiling.
I remembered thinking, “What a great place to have sex”. My date for the evening, Alicia, lived on the top floor. The doorman informed me in the lobby that it was the “Penthouse Suite”. I had this stupid grin on my face when he told me that because all I could think of was the very lurid girlie magazine that had been of such interest to me in my University days.
There was a knocker on the door. When I inspected it closely, I saw it was a unicorn’s head. Strangely, at a distance it looked like rampant cock with a horse attached. I knocked softly at first and then with a little more authority when there was no sound emanating from the apartment.
“Just a minute! My contact fell out. Be right there.”
The door was flung open and I saw a very attractive woman with well-endowed breasts and a petite hour-glass frame looking at me with one eye closed.
“You must be Alicia’s date. I am her Mum, Jessica Bushworthy. I am so sorry to be in such a fluster. My girlfriends are coming over for our weekly bridge game and my stupid contact just fell out right here by the front door”.
The woman appeared far too young to be the mother of a 25 year old model. I would have taken her for mid-thirties at the very most.
Jessica slammed the front door and spun around to drop down on all fours in front of me before I had even a chance to say a single word.
The glorious view of her long flowing red hair falling down to the Italian stone tiled floor was enhanced by the gentle sway of her heart-shaped ass cheeks moving left and right in her search for her missing contact. I immediately noticed that the penis arousal side effect of my muscle relaxants kicked in as soon as I saw those beautiful ass cheeks moving so sensuously below me.
She looked up at me over her shoulder and said,
“Please don’t walk or you might crush my contact. It has to be right here!”
I spotted a gleam directly in front of my foot and reached down to retrieve her missing eye glass.
“Here it is, Mrs. Bushworthy.”
“Oh, dear, Thank you ever so much, young man. Please call me Jessica or Jesse. Let me go wash this off. Sit down on the sofa. Alicia is still doing her face. She is so precise. I am afraid it may be a short wait. I hope you are not in a hurry.”
She sat me down on the sofa and scurried off to the bathroom to restore her full vision. I looked at the long wall of photos and drawings. They were all of Alicia in various different costumes and with many different expressions to show off the beauty of her facial features and her adorable body. I have to admit the view of that perfect form led me to a bout of nervousness and self-doubt.
When Jessica came back, she had two glasses of red wine and a bright smile that lit up her entire face.
“I feel so much better now that I can see again. I want you to sample this Chianti. It is from Perugia and is so smooth you don’t even notice it is sliding down your throat. She opened her mouth and showed me her wine drenched tongue and all I could think was it looked like the perfect repository for my built-up reservoir of creamy cum bursting to be released.
My erection must have been visible because I noticed Jessica looking down to my groin several times while we sipped on the delicious Italian vino.
Alicia’s sexy mother patted my leg dangerously close to the edge of my throbbing shaft and told me,
“I am going to check on Alicia’s progress so we know how much longer you have to wait.”
I watched her sexy bottom sway in several directions at the same time as she walked back to Alicia’s bedroom.
When Jessica returned, she informed me that it would be at least 30 to 45 minutes before Alicia would be ready to make an appearance. I didn’t mind at all because I was enjoying my little tete-a-tete with her sexy and exciting mom.
“Derek, I do fancy another glass but I have a hard time opening the bottle. Can you come with me to the wine pantry and open it for me? You look like you are well-versed in getting tight things open.”
I have to admit that sounded a bit like a double –entendre to me, but her fabulous face was devoid of any inkling of her exact meaning.
Inside the tiny pantry, Jessica bent over almost to the floor to extract a bottle of similar Chianti from the bottom rack. Her short skirt rose up and I was treated to a glorious view of pale white cheeks covered only by a thin black thong with sexy lace frills on the edges. While she was still in this provocative position, Jessica informed me that her daughter was unlikely to bestow any sexual favors of any description to a first date, or even a second or third date, for that matter.
She looked back at me standing behind her and said in a soft and low voice,
“If you want to take the edge off by using my bum or my pussy before your date, this is an ideal time. Alicia would never suspect us getting it on in the wine pantry.”
Jessica reached back with her hand and pulled her thong to one side revealing the prettiest little bum hole and pair of pussy lips it had been my good fortune to see.
My cock was throbbing.
I don’t know if it was from the medication or the exotic treat in front of me waiting for impalement. It was probably a combination of both of them. I grasped Alicia’s mother around her hips and pulled her lovely ass back to my rock hard cock. I slid into her wet pussy so easily that I suspect she was ready for this from the moment I entered the door. I could hear her moaning with pleasure as I drove in deeper and deeper up her love channel. Her vaginal walls clutched me with desperate longing and I could tell from her tightness it had been a long time since an intruder had penetrated into these velvety sheathings. The sounds she was making gave evidence to her long abstinence from carnal pursuits.
I tried to give her some words of encouragement and was surprised to discover my slurring problem had resurfaced.
When I said in a passionate voice,
“Push your sweet ass back on my cock, you slut!”
It came out like,
“Pusss you sheet bat on my coss, yuss sluuk!”
I decided to keep my mouth shut and keep humping as hard as I could. I saw that Jessica appreciated my efforts because she started to shudder and shake with each hard thrust. Soon she was gushing a steady stream of pussy juice so heavy that I was afraid she was losing control of her bladder.
I could tell from the scent and texture that was not the case and I wiped her legs clean with my shirt tail. Since I had not shot my load as yet, Jessica let me pull out and turned around onto her knees. When my dripping cock was sucked up deep inside her mouth, it was sheer heaven. I found myself transported into erotic paradise as she expertly sucked, licked, kissed and fingered my cock into “a point of no return” release of my copious load right down into her greedy throat. I could see her neck muscles straining to swallow every drop of my load.
My cock fell out of Jessica’s mouth with a little pop and some dribbles of cum heavy saliva dripped down to her chin. I pulled her beautiful face up to my lips and licked and kissed her face and lips clean. She was breathing heavy and squatted back on her haunches.
“Mom! Where are you? “
“Mother? Don’t tell me my date has left. I am going to get my coat and he better be ready to go.”
We looked at each other guiltily and I patted Jessica on her lovely rump. She took a final tug at my shrinking cock and we slipped quietly from the pantry. Jessica tiptoed to the bathroom to make repairs and I sat on the sofa with a wine glass in my hand looking like the soul of innocence.
I don’t really remember much of my date with the glamorous super model. I do remember she talked incessantly and the subject always seemed to be “Alicia the super model”. Her mother was right. I did not even get an offer of either a kiss or a hug. I think it was because she did not want her make-up ruined or to disturb her perfectly coifed hair.
I never asked the super model for another date but I have spent some terrific evenings with her attractive mother. We even spent a great weekend in the country last month and I took several of my muscle relaxant pills to insure I was able to meet her every demand.
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