There was this fuzzy pic of a guy on the internet dating service that I use all the time to meet men for casual sex on. He had a guitar in his hands and he looked a lot like a famous rock star so I replied to his ad and made a date with him on the slight chance that he may in fact be somebody. Arriving at his cheap condo I realized that he was a nobody, but I had no other plans for the evening do I knocked on the door and he let me in. The guy was relatively handsome, even though he was a loser. I asked him about his music and he started babbling soo much and he wouldn’t shut up. I didn’t care about his stupid hopes and dreams, I was horny and I thought that if I showed some interest in him it would spark some romance between us. Bad mistake - he thrived on attention and wouldn’t shut up. I had to unzip my bra and show him my tits to get him to stop babbling. Once he saw my knockers he was stunned. They are big and marvelous and showing them to him in his apartment together alone pretty much told him I wanted to fuck him there and then. I stripped out of the rest of my cloths and pulled out his now hard cock. I gave it a good lick up and down before swallowing it whole. The look of joy on his face said it all. Soon we were naked and fucking like rabbits. After he blew his load he started to talk about his music career again. I had to get out of there as quick as I could, I couldn’t take it, so I gave him a false phone number and told him to call me tomorrow. I’m not as mean as you think, the number was for a pizza delivery line. At least he’ll be able to order dinner if he calls. Hehehe