One Hellava Night

Kitty had one hellava night last night and I have decided to share with all of you because let’s face it; you can’t make some of this shit up!

Let’s see…where to begin…well Kitty’s vanilla life is moving along although work is kind of slow and that means Kitty is getting into all sorts of mischief. Kitty has been doing remarkably well on my diet considering the holiday season is upon us and Kitty wants to get down to fighting weight where I belong but in the meantime Kitty does still like to play. I came upon a match on AM not too long ago. He is an executive for a famous clothing manufacturer. He has a summer home and business trips out to Kitty’s area so when he asked Kitty to meet him for drinks last night, I thought “what the hell”.

Even though Kitty is not one to drive far out of my way for these meetings, The Executive charmed me into meeting him closer to his summer place which was maybe 40 minutes outside of Kitty’s comfort zone. Kitty left right from work to meet The Executive and although I hit quite a bit of traffic, I told myself it was nothing compared to the traffic he must have had to deal with. We met at the restaurant he suggested. As promised he arrived early to get us a nice table and was already on his first beer and deep in conversation with our 20 something server. He was absolutely charming and although from his texts it was hard to believe he was new at this AM stuff, Kitty believes maybe he is based on our dinner conversation.

Dinner went well and was as close to a vanilla dinner date as Kitty has ever had. His Rolex watch glimmered and I noticed it briefly out of the corner of my eye as I listened to his surprisingly interesting stories about work, home and prior AM meetings. Although The Executive travels worldwide, he is very down to earth and interesting so when he walked me out to my car, I asked if he’d like to sit and talk some more. He said yes of course and offered Kitty the choice between my car and his. For whatever reason Kitty chose his car then later thought maybe that wasn’t the safest idea.

He led me into the front seat of his sports car, got in the driver’s side then turned the ignition to start the heat and the radio. We chatted briefly then he asked if he could kiss Kitty. Kitty of course said yes and although we were not spot on like Kitty has been with previous lovers Kitty and The Executive fell into sync within a few minutes. Once we did he began to feverishly paw for Kitty’s breasts. He was talking in low tones and Kitty could barely hear him but I think he asked me to take off his pants. Kitty reached over the center panel and began to unfasten The Executive’s pants. He quickly finished the processed and exposed his own cock. He looked Kitty in the eyes and I had to remind myself that The Executive does not know exactly who he was dealing with. Kitty proceeded to suck his cock as he moaned things like, “You are going to make me cum Kitty. Oh my god you are SO good at this!” Then very quickly The Executive began to cum just as Kitty removed “blow job in a sports car” from my mental bucket list. Unbelievable that Kitty has never done that but true.

The Executive took a moment to clean himself up, give Kitty a few quick compliments then drove me to my car. Kitty’s ride home was uneventful and quicker than the ride there and I thought to myself what a nice distraction the evening had been.

And so Kitty walked through the door and back into my vanilla life when suddenly my cell phone began to ring and I saw his name come up on the screen. Only something told me not to answer. Something told me it wasn’t him. Something told me it was his wife.