It’s been several weeks since my sexual experience with the stranger in the theater and I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I imagined his huge cock thrusting deep inside of me all the time. I wondered what it would feel like to have it pulsing between my lips. I thought about his hot load of cum slamming against the back of my throat and running over my tongue.

It became a daily ritual for me to imagine this and fantasize about all kinds of sexual adventures with this man and his giant cock.

Finally, after weeks of wetting my panties with cum thinking about this man, I decided to do something about my fantasies. I slipped away from work one afternoon and drove to the restaurant where I had first seen him. I ordered coffee and pie as I sat and waited to see if he would show up.

I knew the chances of him being there were very slim. But I had to take a chance in hopes of fulfilling some of my fantasies with him. No luck. I would have to keep trying.

I wanted to tell my husband about my fantasies involving the man with the huge cock, but I never found the right moment. I knew he had enjoyed watching him fuck me in the theater. We even talked about how big he was many times. He would tease me every time we saw a horse, saying I wonder if he’s related to your horse cock friend. Still I didn’t know how he would react to my fascination with this man and his huge cock.

I slipped away from the office a couple of times a week in the afternoon until finally I saw him. I was sipping my coffee and was about to give up on him when he walked through the door of the cafe. “Now what?” I had not thought of how I would approach him or what I would say. Turns out I didn’t need a plan.

He noticed me sitting at the table as he entered. He smiled at me and ordered a coffee. I caught myself staring at him as he paid for his coffee and headed my way. I smiled at him but could not say anything. Oh my God, I was feeling like I was back in high school and being afraid to talk to the cool guy.

“Hello,” he said with a smile.

I had never heard his voice before, and it was as sexy as his huge cock he had so expertly pleasured me with.

 “Hi,” I replied.

'Come on Leeza,' I thought to myself. 'After all those fantasies and hoping to meet him here all you can come up with is hi?'

Luckily he spoke again.“You’ve changed your hair, I like it,” he said in his low sexy voice.

I couldn’t believe her remembered what my hair looked like and that I had it cut differently.

“Thanks, most people don’t notice.”

“I haven’t seen you in here other than the day we met in the theatre. Do you live in the area?” he asked.

Okay, now what to say? Should I tell him I was there looking for him or should I make up some excuse for being there? There's not enough time to come up with something believable. I’ll just tell him the truth.

“No, I don’t’ live in the area. I actually came here looking for you,” I replied with a little hesitation in my voice.

“Really, you came to look for me?” he questioned with a smile.

I could feel my face becoming flushed. Oh well, what the hell, I might as well confess why I was there.

“Yes, I have been thinking a lot about you since that day in the theater. Actually I can’t get you out of my mind,” I confessed to him.

“Wow, I’m flattered. To be honest, I have been thinking about you also,” he replied.

Oh my God, he had been thinking about me. I could feel my skin tingle and I felt a warm flow in my pussy.

“Really, what were you thinking about me?” I asked, hoping he had thought of me sucking his massive cock.

“Well, I thought about how incredible it felt as I penetrated you and how warm and moist your pussy felt wrapped around my cock.”

Right to the point I thought, maybe that’s how I should be too.

“I was also thinking how incredible that day was. I was a little afraid of having you inside of me at first, but you were so gentle with me. It was the most aroused I have ever been while having sex."

"I have thought about you quite a bit since that day, wanting to experience that feeling again. I’ve had fantasies of having sex with you again, imagining how it would feel to have your cock between my lips and to feel your cum pour into my mouth,” I said with a hopeful voice.

'Did I just say all that to him?' I can’t believe those words just flowed out of my mouth. I hope he doesn’t think I’m so kind of slut for thinking all of these things.

“I too have imagined being with you again. I don’t think I have ever cum as much as I did with you. I wanted to have that feeling again and more with you. I never dreamed I would ever see you again,” he confessed to me.

I extended my hand to him.

“My name is Leeza by the way,” I said with my sexiest smile.

“My pleasure to me you Leeza, my name is Christopher,” he replied with his sexy voice.

'Okay, now what?' I thought to myself. He was still holding my hand and I could feel the warmth of his skin on mine. I know he felt me tremble at his touch. I looked at him and could see in his eyes and his facial expression that he was thinking the same thing as me. Let’s get out of here and get to it.

“Would you like to go for a walk?” he asked.

“Yes, yes I would like that very much,” I replied eagerly.

We exited the café and began walking down the street. As we passed the theater he grabbed my hand and held on to it tightly. I was becoming aroused by his touch and also remembering what had happened a few weeks ago in the theater. We continued walking for a few blocks, passing several more buildings and a beautiful park.

“I live just around the corner if you would like to come in for a while?” he asked.

I could feel my skin becoming warm and my pussy was feeling moist as I prepared to respond.

“I’d love to come in for a while Christopher,” I replied softly, not wanting to appear over-eager.

He opened the door to his apartment and I was pleasantly surprised. I had tried to imagine what it would look like as we walked to it, but I was not even close. He had beautiful leather furniture and a lovely area rug. On the wall were beautiful paintings of outdoor scenery. It had a warm and inviting feeling to it.

“It’s not much, but I call it home,” he said humbly.

“It’s beautiful. I love it. It’s you,” I replied.

He was looking at me as though he wanted to sexually devour me. I assume I had the same look on my face. He pulled me to him and kissed me passionately.

Even though we had incredible sex in the theater, we had never kissed. We had not even touched, except for his cock sliding in and out of my pussy. His lips were soft and warm and I could feel myself melting in his arms. He pressed against me and I felt his enormous bulge straining to get out of its confines.

We stumbled to the couch and I felt his body on top of me as we continued to kiss. My juices were already flowing at the thought of his giant cock pleasuring me once again.

He pulled at my blouse and a few buttons popped off. His lips plunged between my breasts as he fumbled for my bra strap. My hands eagerly helped him and soon my heaving breasts were released. His lips surrounded my nipples one at a time as he gently sucked them in and out of his mouth.

My hands ran across his chest as I slid his shirt up over his head. His body was firm and toned. My fingers traced lines across his chest on their way to his belt. With ease, I unbuckled his belt and had his zipper down on his pants. My eager hands slid inside his boxers and felt his huge cock. It throbbed between my hands. It was so huge I could place both hands around it and still not cover but half of it.

I pushed him up so I could slide his pants off of him. I slid down his body as I slowly guided his pants to the floor. My head was even with his bulging cock. I was only able to see glimpses of it in the theater. As I pulled his boxers down and released his cock it seemed even bigger than I had remembered. It sprang to erection as his boxers slid to the floor. I think I gasped as I looked at it, thinking of how I would ever get that monster into my mouth.

I rose and put my hands on his chest, pushing him backwards to the leather recliner. I kissed his lips and then let my lips flow across his chest and downward to the treasure I had been wanting for so long.

I held his cock in my hands, marveling at its size, its perfection. It was truly a beautiful cock and larger than I had ever imagined. I was shaking as my lips drew nearer to its tip. I wet my lips and licked his bulbous head to moisten it. It was so warm against my lips. My body shook with anticipation.

Opening as wide as I could I was able to slide his tip inside my mouth. I told myself to relax. Slowly I slid my lips down his shaft. I felt the warmth and softness of his skin against them. He was enormous. All I could get inside my mouth was his tip and about three to four inches of his shaft. My hands surrounded what remained of his shaft.

Slowly, I guided his cock in and out of my mouth. I felt his tip hitting the back of my throat. I could feel the blood coursing through his veins as his monster cock throbbed against my lips.

I began rocking the recliner slowly. Each forward rock thrust his cock inside of me. My lips clamped tight on his shaft as the chair rocked away, sliding his cock out of my mouth.

We developed an erotic rhythm to the rocking. With each thrust, I was more accustomed to his size inside of my mouth. I could feel his body trembling as his monster cock kept pounding away at my mouth. My juices were flowing from me and I could feel them dripping down my legs. My erect nipples were hard and sensitive as they rubbed against his thighs.

His hands gently reached for my head and held me tight to him. The rocking continued and his massive cock slid effortlessly in and out across my lips. I felt his hands tighten on my head as his cock pulsed harder inside of me. I clamped tight with my lips, knowing soon he would be shooting his hot cum inside of me. I rocked him a little faster as I felt his hands hold me tighter.

I could hear Christopher moaning softly as his cock pulsed again inside of my mouth. I slid my hands behind his butt and pulled him tight to me. His body was rocking now with the rhythm of the recliner. His cock pulsed wildly and I felt a warm blast of cum hit the back of my throat.

“Mmm,” I moaned softly.

I kept my lips tight on his cock and swallowed his creamy load. Another pulse and another load of his cum coated my tongue and lips. He was too much for me this time. Some dripped from my mouth and ran down my chin.

His body arched once more and he pulsed once, twice, three times in a row as his warm cum flowed unceasingly into my mouth. I swallowed as much as I could but the flow was too much for me. It dripped from my mouth and ran down the shaft of his cock.

I swirled my tongue around his tip and felt his warm cum surrounding my tongue. I sucked once more on his cock and he rewarded me with one last blast of his hot juice. My mouth was full of his cum as I swallowed one more time.

I felt pleased to have been able to drain his monstrous cock of all its juices. Slowly I raised my head from his cock and watched as it slid out of my mouth. It was becoming limp but still was very impressive in its size.

He leaned forward, pulled me up to his lips, and kissed me. I know he could taste his cum on my lips. Our tongues swirled in each other’s mouths as I felt myself cum again. It ran down my already-soaked legs.

We smiled at each other and I laid my head on his chest. He ran his hands through my hair and gently caressed my neck. I felt so content in his arms.

“Oh my God Christopher, look at the time. I have to get out of here,” I said in a panic.

“Will I see you again?” Christopher asked with concern.

“Oh yes, you will definitely see me again, if you would like,” I replied, hoping he wanted to see me many more times.

“Yes, Leeza. I do want to see you again, as much as I can.”

I kissed his lips softly as I let myself out, nodding that I too want to see him as much as possible.

I drove home quickly in order to get there before my husband. I’m not quite sure I’m ready for him to know I’ve been seeing Christopher on my own. I really should have asked Michael first. I even think he would have said it would be okay. Now I have to ask and pretend I haven’t seen him yet.

Wish me luck.