It was late in the afternoon and I was on the way back to my office, having just finished work for a client. My cellphone rang, and I answered without thinking, "hello?" A woman on the other end of the line spoke up, with a hint of a foreign accent and said "Dammit, Harry! I've been trying to reach you all day.

I am sooo horny and my husband left early this morning for a week... and I am wet just thinking about you." This was cool enough, but I'm not Harry! A little quick thinking and I answered "I'm sorry, lover, but the office sent me north this morning and I myst have been out of cellphone range ...

" We bantered back and forth, and when she asked where I was, I teasingly asked "Well, where are you?" playing like I had lost my memory height16 src"http:graphics.

pop6imagescommonchatsmiliessmile.gif" width16> and insisting that she repeat the address again. After a few rounds of teasing, she gave me her address to which I said "I knew that!". I took the next exit and pulling over, grabbed the map. I found the address and quickly headed in her direction. Continuing on the phone, I told her "I'll be there soon if you'll be ready for me ..." and she snapped back "I AM ready for you, darling." So I told her that I wanted to do something different this time.

I asked her to meet me at the door, totally naked, and told her that I would turn her around and blindfold her so she couldn't see me. With a little prodding she agreed. When I arrived at her house, I quickly went into the trunk and grabbed a clean teeshirt I had left the night before.

I knocked on the door, and as the door swung open I noticed her bare feet manuevering to keep her body behind the door. "Harry, what's gotten in to you? You've never done this before!" she said.

I replied, "Just turn around and face the wall." She said 'ok' and I pushed the door shut. Before me stood a voluptious creature, totally naked. I couldn't decide which was making my length throb harder, her blonde hair or her sweet, tight little soft place. Quickly I slipped the teeshirt over her head, pulling it back and tieing it so that it just covered her eyes. "There." I said, "now turn around and get on your knees." She complied.

I unfastened my belt and pants and pushed them down with my underwear.

As I stood, my length brushed across her lips and she began to suck it, moaning softly. I pulled her head deeper and she swallowed all of my 8" length moaning more loudly with pleasure. It seemed like we were there for hours as the three minutes passed in almost slow motion.

I stopped her and lifted her to her feet. Turning her around facing the hallway, I commanded "Bedroom!". I steered to keep her from hitting the walls and she led into the bedroom. I sat her down on the bed and as she begged to take the blindfold off, I insisted that she keep it on. I pushed her back on the bed, and began kissing her inner thighs. She moaned deeply in response as I reached the top of her thighs, her hands grabbing at my short hair to pull me into her. I resisted, and after a few more minutes I could see her juices teasing from her lips. The strain to hold back was almost as bad for me as it was for her, and I finally gave in as I parted her lips with my toungue.

I heard her gasp as my toungue penetrated her, and cry again in pleasure as I flicked her lips. Writhing, she begged for release.

So I moved up a little, and let my toungue swirl circles around the outside of her personal place, not touching it, but teasing her harder.

With her back arched and sweat-covered body quivering, she pleaded with me to make her cum. I decided to see how much she could take. So, very lightly, I began to toy the alphabet over her personal place. A, B, C, D, E, and so on, until I reached Z. After I finished the "print" style block letters, her whole body was shaking.

I decided to do it again, this time, using Cursive letters. When I got to 'y' I began to repeat the letter. Her nails dug into my shoulder, so I toyed faster. Her moans were now at shouting volume as she approached climax.

I jumped down on her personal place with my lips and began sucking it as I continued to flick it with my toungue. Her body became rigid as she screamed at the beginning of orgasm. I put my hands on her soft place and held on, still sucking and toying as she bucked like an animal. After about a minute, she collapsed onto the bed and gently pushed my head back. But I held on.

I continued toying the cursive alphabet, lowercase this time, and much faster than before. By the time I got halfway through the alphabet the third time, she was cumming again. When she finished, she collapsed on the bed, this time pulling the blindfold off.

"YOU'RE NOT HARRY!" she screamed. I was unsure what would happen next. She sat there for a few moments, shocked, before she regained her composure. She reached her hand out and as she pulled me to her, she said "that's Harry's loss.

" For the next week I slept with her, taking 3 of my 5 workdays off. At first I counted our orgasms, but after 20 I lost count. After her husband got back, she called me one evening to tell me that he had accepted a job in another town. They moved the next week and I never saw her again. But I never forgot her, either. If you're out there, and wishing you were her, just Call Harry!