I had no idea what brought it on and didn't feel inclined to ask her.My sons, Robert, sixteen and Dave, eighteen left for school about the same time I... left for work. For the last fifteen years I worked for a freight company that loaded and unloaded container ships. It was hard work but paid good money. I had always wanted to go to sea and this was as close as I could get. My dream was to sail all over the world and see different lands and people. It was in my blood and sometimes I would get. She was now massaging my dick with both hands, and I arched my hips so she had more access. "Yes, baby, I need this," I said, raising my hips slightly. God, I was so exposed and in so much trouble if I heard that door open. But it turned me on. It was incredible how fast I was approaching orgasm. It had been a few minutes, but this masseuse seemed to know exactly how to work me. She was so responsive. I hoped and prayed I didn't hear the door open."Are you sure this is okay?" she said again.. She was a little shorter than I at 5'9 and volunteered to be a nude model at the art department. She worked at the local Hooters wearing those orange short shorts and skimpy white tank tops that really accentuated her 38C chest. We had dated for a couple of weeks when we started having sex regularly she was nearly insatiable. She would want us to role-play. I would pretend to be an art student and she would model and I would change her poses resulting in sex. Or she would pretend to be my. “Oh, that was so good, honey. Thank you,” she said kissing me after I crawled up from between her legs. “Your turn.”I was hard as a rock at this time, and then she told me to lay back and enjoy. The moment she wrapped her lips around my cock, it felt like heaven. Here was this beautiful woman that I had met this very same day, a woman that I barely knew, giving me head. She bobbed, taking me deep inside her mouth, moaning like she was really enjoying the taste of my cock. The way her soft lips.