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Erotica by Joe Tortuga

The Fellatist : Fort Collins, CO

(The Fellatist)

December 28, 2012

This week, The Fellatist _ recounts his adventure in Gresham, Oregon over the first week of December. This is also our 50th post on the blog!_

**I think every city in North America has a light display somewhere.  Some are unofficial — a neighborhood that competes for the most intricate display — and some are official, whole towns which get free electricity if they have lights, which are in turn provided by the city. Fort Collins, Colorado sits squarely in the middle of these two, with a beautiful light display in its Gardens on Spring Street.  

The gardens themselves were just a short walk from my hotel, which was close to the company I was working with this week.  On Tuesday, one of the women there, Lenore, suggested that we adjourn there after a long day of doing what it is I do for a living. She parked her car at my hotel and we walked through the campus of Colorado State University, eventually arriving at the gardens.  

It was a chilly night, in the upper 30s, and I was with a co-worker, so I doubted that I’d find what I was looking for. Still, I like to take in the local color, and I was there on work, after all.   The park was lit with both traditional lights and new ultra-bright LEDs. Families roamed the place, and they had a Santa available.  As it was early in the season, it wasn’t too crowded, and there were definitely nooks and crannies where one could hide from the crowd.  I looked around to see if there were any singles around, and there were a few.  I resolved to return the next day.

Lenore led me to the more beautiful lights displays, commenting on how they were different this year, and what favorite pieces were back.  Gradually, I realized she was leading me away from most of the people — and the lights.  Her hands were wrapped around her body, and ran up and down her upper arms.  “It’s too cold,” she said.

“Well, it’s warmer here than at home,” I said. “But not by much.”

She laughed. “That’s not quite what I meant.  It’s too cold for what I want to do.”

“And what is that?” I asked.

“Nothing,” she said.  “Let’s get you back to your hotel.”

We left the gardens, and walked back through campus on my way to my hotel. I walked with Lenore until we got to her car.  She put the key in the driver’s side door, and turned to me.  “I just have to ask,” she said.

“Ask what?”

“You are the oral sexguy, right?”

“I was…” I said.

“Past tense?” she said.

“The people at my work found out,” I said.  “They didn’t appreciate me using my trips for my hobby.  Felt it was bad for the image.”

“So you stopped it?”

“I had to,” I said. “My job was on the line.”

“Well, I guess it was good it was too cold,” she said. “Because I was going to take you to one of the dark recesses and suck you dry.  And get a good review for Fort Collins, Colorado.”

“I think this is exactly what my bosses were worried about,” I said. “I didn’t keep it secret enough, and customers finding out. I’m just lucky you were the kind of person intrigued by it. What if you were offended?”

“I understand,” she said.  “Still, it would have been nice to know.”  

“But I can’t do it anymore,” I lied. “So… Good night.”

“Good night,” she said, and got in her Miata and drove off.

I went back to my hotel and made notes about the gardens. It was supposed to be a bit warmer on Wednesday, and not everyone would mind.  I was fairly sure I saw some people cruising there tonight.  I’d get what I needed — discreetly — tomorrow night.  As it was, I went to bed comfortable that the people at work would believe I’d given up my hobby.

Early the next morning, I was in a small conference room set aside for my  use, going over my notes for my 10:30 meeting.  Lenore opened the door and poked her head. “You’re early,” I said.  “I’m ready to prep for the meeting, though.”

She stepped in and closed the door behind her.  “You lied to me,” she said.  I heard the lock click shut.

“I’m sorry,” I said. “What are you talking about?’

“I did a bit of googling last night,” she said.  “Actually a whole lot of googling. It wasn’t easy but I found your new site.  It’s not really up to your old standard is it?”

I sighed. “Lenore, this is my job.  Why couldn’t you leave well enough alone?”

She laughed, “I just want to give you a fucking blowjob!  Has any man ever been determined to turn it down?”

“Well, I have a family,” I said. “I need this job. The economy isn’t so good that I can just flaunt the rules when they’ve been explicitly set.”

She stepped closer to me.  “Yet you did it anyway, didn’t you? You couldn’t give it up?” I noticed then that she had unbuttoned her blouse a bit, enough that I could see her clevage.  She leaned over me as she said it, giving me a good view.  It was nice, and I’ve seen my fair share of it.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I was getting hard. I would have gladly had this woman go down on me a few weeks ago.  Not in the office, but somewhere private.  And that was part of how I got into trouble. The whole thing was making me nervous.  Of course the risk of it was making me excited.  The edge of getting caught.  I wanted her, and I was hard.

“There’s no good path out of this for me,” I said.

“What?” she said.

“If I let you do this, then we both are at risk, and I may actively lose my job.  My wife will read this and she’ll be pissed that I took this risk.  But if I say no, you can show the site you found to my company, and I’m just as screwed.”

She pulled back then, a worried look in her eyes. “Shit,” she said. “I didn’t think about it that way.”  She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.  “I promise you.  I promise you that no one will find out anything from me, okay? You don’t have to do anything with me.  I just…I just really wanted to be on the site.”

“I believe you,” I said.  And I did, it wasn’t just my arousal talking.  “I’ve met women like that before.”

“There’s more than a few of us,” she said.  “So what do we do now? Meeting notes?”

“Well,” I said. “My cock is hard now.”

The worry in her eyes washed away as lust replaced it.  She smiled and sank to her knees.  I turned in my chair to face her, and she had a hand on my belt and another on her blouse.  She unbuttoned it a bit more, showing more of her breasts, as well as the lacy bra she was wearing.  I helped with the belt, and soon she had my cock out, and her mouth on it.

She played with my balls with one hand as she went up and down my cock.  “You know I’m going to write about this,” I said.  “I’m guessing that it’s what you want.  You want everyone to know you sucked some guy off at your work.”

She moaned and moved more quickly up and down my cock.

“And everyone’s going to know what I thought of i t, how good I thought you were. Or how bad.”  

She lifted off my cock then. “Oh, God.”  She wrapped a hand around my cock and started rotating it and jacking me off.  Her lips wrapped around the head. This wasn’t a languorous blowjob.  This was a fast blowjob in a semi-public place.  A hot fast quickie stolen in our office space.

“Hopefully no one outside notices the locked door, eh?”  She moaned and sped up. Her hand went up and down and her tongue worked on the underside of the head of my cock.  I looked up at the door, and knew there would be people here soon, and that turned me on. I could lose everything, and here I was — like she said — doing it anyway.  

“I’m close,” I told her.

“On my tits, on my tits,” she said lifting up and pushing the tip of my cock into her cleavage.  She jerked me harder and I came, my spunk filling up the crevice between her breasts, and spraying a bit on top of them.   After I came, she licked the tip of my cock a bit, cleaning me up, and stuffed me back in my pants.  

I worked my belt, and she buttoned up her blouse, all the while smiling at me.  “That will be there all day,” she said. “We do have a meeting in a few minutes,thought.”  I laughed, and we prepared for the meeting.

I was there for a few more days, and the office building she was in was several stories high, with lots of secret nooks and crannies for hiding and getting a blowjob in. I’d tell you about those (and I’m sure she wants me to!) but I only review one blowjob per town. Suffice it to say that Fort Collins, Colorado gets a gold star on my map.**

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_The Fellatist will return January 18, 2013, with a report of his visit to Hayworth, California.

Joe Tortuga

Written by Joe Tortuga a bisexual dominant erotica writer and programmer (he/him). Follow me on Twitter