Date: Fri, 17 Mar 2023 20:02:31 +0000 (UTC) From: Ronald Shearing Subject: Unlocking Sexual Secrets 133 Unlocking Sexual Secrets Part 133 Nifty / bisexual / adult-friends This story is fiction and is intended for mature readers only. If it is not legal to read this story in your jurisdiction please close this page now. Any feedback, please feel free to drop me an email. Finally, the donations link can be found here. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Please consider making a donation to nifty if you can. It ensures that you can read stories like mine. I found the apartment Donna had given me directions to, without the use of Satnav. Maybe I was getting paranoid, with all the secret stuff I was doing, but I did wonder if Louise could check where I'd been. The apartment block was old-school, you know, brownstone type of setup, on a main street, and indeed there was a bar opposite, next to an independent coffee shop, which was closed, and what looked like a Korean-run convenience store next to the coffee shop. Parking on the main street was pretty much non-existent. I quickly found the front door and noticed a key-box thing with a PIN-pad at the side which had a home-made sticker which mentioned parking in the back alley. I guess some of the apartments were AirBnB. I jumped back in the car and drove round back and parked. When I returned to the apartment entrance, I noticed that the bar was called 'Henri's' (yes, with an 'I') and that the neighborhood, which at one point must have been fairly blue collar, had been somewhat yuppified. 'Henri's' seemed to have a French Bistro vibe going on. I noticed a few customers, looked like mainly couples, sat at tables in the yellow lit saloon. And the coffee shop next door described itself as 'Artisan', whatever the fuck that meant. Expensive? I decided to check the apartment out first, but my initial inclination was to avoid the bar and stay and wait for Donna in the apartment. Unless it was a total shithole. I opened the main door using the key Donna had provided, and then I noticed a letter on a metal disc attached to the key-fob, 'A'. I walked down a corridor to a small atrium where there was an open stairway and an old-fashioned elevator, the kind that was open, with a metal grate. Over to the left I saw a heavyset dark door with the letter 'A' on a gold decal in the center. I walked over, tried the key, which worked, and let myself in. The lights were already on in the apartment, and I half thought of shouting a 'Hello' in case someone was already in. I could never tell with Donna. She surprised me less than Louise, but I didn't rule anything out with anyone these days. I even wondered what Randall had planned for us on Friday night. But as I walked into a spacious high-ceilinged living-room, it was clear that I was on my own. I found the kitchen and looked in the refrigerator. There was a bottle of white wine, Californian, a bottle of Absolut, and a six pack of Bud Lites. Better than nothing I guessed. There were some cans of Coke, some plastic bottles of Seltzer, some Parma ham, olives, some little tomatoes and a cube of some 'designer' cheese. 'Old Smoked Gouda' it said on the label. On a worktop I also noticed a brown paper bag with a crusty loaf inside, and a bag of Potato chips. I took a can of beer, ripped open the bag of potato chips and headed back into the living-room. Before I got settled, I did a quick tour of the apartment. Two large bedrooms, one main bathroom, very old-fashioned, and a laundry/utility room. Every room was clean, but not exactly modern. I also noticed that in every room the heavy drapes were drawn shut. No way anyone could see inside. By taking a quick peek out, I realized that the outside windows faced onto the alleyway where I'd parked. No view over to the bar then. After my reconnaissance mission, I went back to the living-room and sat down on a plush green thick-fabric couch before turning the TV on. After skipping through some channels, I settled on an NBA game. It was West Coast, the Suns at the Clippers. I looked at my watch. Shit. Still nearly two hours until Donna showed. I briefly considered going to the bar across the street but decided to stay put. == After 45 minutes of watching a close game, I heard a key scraping in the lock to the main door. My heart skipped a beat. I re-checked my watch. Donna must have finished early. I stood up as a figure entered the living-room. Fuck me! It wasn't Donna! "Hi," the stranger said with a smile, "You must be Ron." I stood transfixed for maybe five seconds before replying. "Eh.. And you are?" "Oh, I'm August. Donna told you I was coming, right?" "Eh.. Shit. No, actually," I replied. "FUCK! That total bitch! Wait 'til I see her. Oh, well. Anyway, I'm August." I stayed standing still, not quite sure what to do. "Donna said she'd left some wine. Can you go get me some, Ron? Please?" I took a deep breath, then turned round and headed to the kitchen. I mean, what else was I gonna do? As I opened the wine, I tried to work out what the scenario was with 'August'. But first things first. A little about August. She, although I had a strong suspicion that August was in fact a 'he', was a tall thin very attractive brunette. August was around my age. Facially, there looked to have been some work done. The pert little nose, for sure. The thinly rounded jet-black eyebrows and the tightness around the eyes, and the flat smooth wrinkle-free forehead. Nice makeup, and very nice lips. Very passable, in fact I wondered for a second if I'd misjudged things and she was just a regular female with some very slight masculine facial characteristics. It was 50/50 boy/girl I felt. From what I'd briefly seen under their overcoat, they were wearing a tight red dress. I'd also noticed dark sheer pantyhose and a set of bright red high-heels. I was sure she was here to play. Like what the fuck else would she be here for? I went back into the living-room. August was sitting on the couch. She'd taken her coat off and had lit a cigarette. I noticed a firm smallish bust under the tight high-collared sparkly red dress. I handed August the glass of wine. "Thank you. Here. Sit down next to me. I'm not a big Sports fan. I mean I used to play Little League, but I was never any good. I tried soccer. I was terrible at that too." I sat down next to August. I wasn't quite sure what to say. "So, Ron. I guess you're wondering why I'm here?" "Eh.. yes. I suppose I am." "Well, Donna wasn't sure you were gonna show. Oh, shit! Please promise me you won't tell her I said that. Please. Promise!" "OK, sure, no problem," I replied, "I promise." "Also, as this is Donna and your going-away party, she wanted to make it a little special, and she knows that you like girls of 'my type' very much. She does too. Bitch loves girl cock!" I'd been right. August was a chick with a dick. The closer I was to her I noticed under her heavy make-up that August had a lot of dimpled skin blemishes. But I also noticed that they were quite a sexy 'girl'. And anything Donna had planned that involved August I soon realized suited me fine. I did wonder about the mention of a 'going-away party'. Whatever, I'd worry about that later. "Ron, if you don't mind. Can you switch to one of the adult channels? I love watching porn. I can watch it for hours. You don't mind, do you?" 'Eh.. OK," I said. I sought out the remote. But before I could get it, August looked down and saw that the remote was actually lying next to her. August picked it up. I half regretted that she'd not given me the opportunity to reach over her lithe body to get it myself. August pushed some buttons. Soon there was a 'pool party' on screen. Naked oiled up fake-boobed girls and guys with massive cocks fucking in bright sunshine by some swimming pool in Malibu or some other place like that. "Ron, Donna's told me to wait. But I like to be spontaneous. Donna's explained you were going to fuck Audrey, sorry, 'Asha'. You did? Right?" "Yes," I confirmed. "Was she good?" "Eh.. yeah, not bad," I replied. "She's a funny girl. I've done a private movie with her. She did think about doing a movie for Donna's website. You know, for publication. But she has some dumb-ass important job with the Government, I don't know, maybe she's in the CIA or something, so she chickened out in the end." "Ah," I replied. "But the whore thing. As soon as Donna made a few calls, Audrey was right in there. Couldn't wait!" "Ah, OK," I replied when August paused briefly. "OK. Now, Ron, let me tell you something. I'm very much a multiple-orgasm kind of girl. I can come like ten times a night. Let's not beat about the bush. How about you give me a nice blow-job while we're waiting? Donna won't notice when we get down to things later. And I won't tell, if you don't. How about it?" "Eh.. eh.. OK, yes," I replied. "Good. But first let's get a little acquainted." August reached over and put her glass down on a table at the side of the couch. She then sprung back down on the cushion next to me, grabbed my face and started to kiss me. I responded immediately, noticing that my cock had already sprung to attention inside my pants. Fuck, it was really straining to get out. August kissed beautifully, her silken red lips pressing firmly against mine, her tongue in overdrive, the absolute wetness of our oral connection driving me wild. Fuck, I loved sloppy kisses. I was disappointed when August broke off after about thirty seconds. "Ron, Donna's right. You are a great kisser. But I need you to make love to my cock with your mouth now. You good with that?" I looked back at August and panted a 'yes'. August stood up in front of me and hitched her short dress up. Wow! I glanced up from the lacy tops of August's black stockings and stared at their thick cock and balls which were practically fighting to get out of her black see-thru panties. "Before we start, Ron. You can't come. Donna would know. And this has to be our little secret." August smiled at me and pulled the front of her panties to one side, her cock springing free, and now released from its fabric cage, here it was, twitching right in front of my face. Her cock was perfection. Thicker at the base, a tight shaved ball sack underneath, the shaft tapering to a glistening thin pointy end, where her foreskin had already fully retracted. I estimated seven inches. I didn't wait to be asked. I wrapped my lips around August's delicious meat and started sucking. Eagerly. As I sucked, August moaned in pleasure, and ratcheted things up, for me at least, by talking throughout. "Fuck, yes. That's it! Suck it, suck it. Oh, fuck. Oh! Oh! Yes. Oh, you fucking slut! Yes! That's it! Fuck, you're good!" In response to August's arousing promptings, I worked her cock as expertly as I could. But despite August's verbal declarations of pleasure, I started to wonder after what must have been three or four minutes but felt longer, if I was doing this right. However, after what seemed an age, I felt August's cock stiffen and got ready to accept my delicious milky reward. August's body suddenly went rigid, and she let out a loud panted wail. I felt the tip of her cock quiver on my tongue, and before I knew what was happening, a warm pulse of salty cum flooded my mouth. I swallowed with a gulp. There quickly followed a second release of musky seed, less volume than that first glorious emission, and I greedily swallowed that too, before I felt August unclench her butt cheeks and relax. August tapped my head, and I reluctantly released her softening cock from my mouth. August pulled her panties back in place in silence, then lowered her dress and sat back down. Taking a sip of wine, August leaned into me and kissed my neck. "OK, Ron. I'll return the favor later when Donna arrives. She also wants us to DP her, and of course you get to fuck me. Don't worry, I'm not staying the night, so you two lovers can have some couple time when I'm gone." August leaned over to the table at the side of the couch, lit another cigarette, then snuggled up close to me. "So, Ron. What do you think about Donna moving to California?" This was news to me. TO BE CONTINUED