Paranoia on a Hot Savannah Afternoon

You know, I am not sure I really want to write about this for a couple of reasons – the biggest being that I don't really want you to think I am paranoid. And I just may be a little paranoid. Oh, well, here it goes.

Okay, if you have read me for any time, you know that for a time, I was Savannah's biggest slut. Well, actually I was Ms. Slut Runner Up, but that's only because I slept with two of the judges and they took those votes away from me.

Well anyway, I met this one guy who came by the shop where I worked. He was going to "take me out to lunch," which was sort of code. He left the shop, went down the street, and drove home. A few minutes later, I went to my car and drove to his house, where his car was already parked and he was inside. Okay, why the cloak-and-dagger. I was a slut, but I did not want to appear to be a slut.

So I get to his house, and he is there. His bedroom is upstairs, and I am a little taken aback by it. There was sort of a medieval theme to the room – huge shield on the wall, lots of other stuff around the room. The room was decorated in a dark brown; it was well-lit, but it did not seem well-lit because of the color scheme. Okay, the guy wants to fuck me and I am being Ms. Martha Stewart (interior decorator). There is an open window overlooking the neighborhood, and he cautions me not to step in front of the window.

I see a few pictures – he has a daughter who is 17 and beautiful. His wife if pretty as well, though she has gained a few pounds. You can tell wife and daughter look very much alike. He is handsome as well – with the beginnings of a small gut. Most people his age have a few extra pounds, though.

I notice a television in the bedroom – and there were several tapes laying in front of the television. Sort of reminded me of when VCRs were new – and you taped every movie you could get your hand on.

We moved to the edge of the bed, and we started kissing. Then we removed our clothes, and I began stroking his penis, then licking it, with him on the edge of the bed.

Then he stood up and turned, and wanted to get a blow jobj while standing up – to make it last, he said. The thing going through my mind was, "Crap, now it will take even longer." When he was getting ready to cum, I could feel him pulling away slightly, and not wanting to get too sticky (remember this is during lunch), I held his penis gently but firmly and caught all of his cum as he came.

He then put a condom on, and started licking my vagina. After a little while, he placed me on his marital bed and fucked me, coming not-so-quickly. It was nice, nothing out of the ordinary.

Afterwards, we were cleaning up – and this is weird, I know, I watched him pee. I like watching men pee. So we are talking, and he looks at his watch.

We talk about what lovers talk about – how incredible "it" was (even if it was not great), how wonderful cuming was, how capable of a lover each was.

Do I need to get back to work? Yes, I do, so I leave.

A week to the day, I find myself in the same spot as before – window open, us by the bed, him touching me before we begin loving.

He wants to give me a pearl necklace this time – which I veto because of work. I am not a fan of the "gift" anyway, and I do need to be clean for work. He wants to fuck my vagina from behind – which actually was my favorite position for new lovers – and he comes quickly. Him in a trusty condom and coming quickly.

Then he starts talking about the blow job I had given him the week before. "You looked like you really wanted to eat me; you really did," he told me. And he went on and on about my facial expressions. Weird.

Then he asks if I want to watch a porno flick – so I wonder if he wants to watch while I am sucking on his lollypop. Not really something I want to do, but there was time. I now realize that those blank tapes were probably copied pornos. The guy said that his brother actually produces pornos. And then I get this creepy feeling.

I am alone in the house with this guy – and I notice that his closet was ajar. During the last "session" he does not talk about my facial expressions when I was sucking his dick. Now he goes on and on about it. Like he replayed the entire affair.

Did he videotape both sessions? Is that why the window was open – is that why he repositioned himself – is that why he warned me about being seen by neighbors?

For a brief moment, I thought about confronting the guy, and I know that is not smart. So I say that I have to be back to the shop a little early. And I get the hell out of there.

Is there a Leesa Porno for sale in Savannah? I don't know – but I am a bit paranoid about the whole thing. This could all be coincidental in nature. I have no way of knowing.

He did come back to the shop, and I lied to him. I told him that I was only working at the shop part time; that on Wednesdays I got off from school to work there. That we had to break it off because I was underage. That I was sorry for the whole misunderstanding.

Okay I was mental, but I may have been caught on tape – my one prayer was that he thought he was taping an under aged woman and he got scared. On second thought, he could have just been having fun.

PS – sorry for the length of this post. Longer than I intended.