My personal life was as a professional, I had a job that required ten or twelve hour days. I was doing well, I was Asst Director of Tax for a very large corporation. I came across as a bitch to some people, a sort of badge I wore. Fuck them, they don't like having to take orders from a woman. My social circle was all women, a lawyer, a bank Vice President. For my 37th birthday I went out to dinner. There was an art fair in the neighborhood and after dinner we went walking. There was this booth with framed photographs, all photographs of naked women. I kept looking at one in particular, my friend the lawyer told me to take it, there was absolutely nothing better to look at as a pretty naked girl. It wasn't 'porn', it was simple, just a naked girl bending backwards, small breasts and a heavy vulva. The type of vulva you just want to get your mouth on. It was the vulva that sold me.
My friend asked me that night why I didn't have a girlfriend. My answer, as always, I didn't have time for it. Girlfriends were problems, especially if they were pretty when they were naked. We laughed, she told me she had a girl working for her, she was thirty, liked to run and bike, small woman, small breasts, and from what she had seen in her work shorts, a nice vulva. Like the girl in the picture.
My friend made the arrangements, she had a dinner at her place, with a few women. One of the women, the young lawyer. She was right, small with small breasts, she had that boy look. She wore a straight dress, her legs were toned from running. When she sat she was a little indiscreet and it didn't seem to bother her that the party across from her could look all the way her legs. She laughed and seemed smart but immature really. She told me that at one time she wanted to be a ballet dancer. She twirled. But now she wanted to be know for what was between her ears. I still couldn't get over the image of her white panties.
That night, at my friend's arrangement, she made sure we were left together. It had been a very long time since I had small talk. She said things that embarrassed me. Look there are two things in the world, a man with a dick, and a woman with a pussy. Which was it? She drew out of me that I preferred the woman. So do I, she told me. Since that time a man had gotten to her, she preferred pussy. No pounding. No being disarmed. No held down against her will. That experience she never wanted repeated. I asked her if it was rape, and she said no, it happened in high school with a college guy she grew up with.
I laid back on my friend's guest bed with my legs open and my new young friend stood at the end of the bed looking. That's a big pussy she said. But I'll eat you. She was eager, hungry for pussy, and she drove me into an orgasm. I slammed my thighs around her head and she called me a bitch for it. I told her I wanted her pussy, so she crawled over me, sitting on my face and lowered her pussy into my mouth. She had prepared her pussy, with something, it didn't taste like pussy. But after she started flowing juice I ate her holding her down by her thighs. She bucked a little and got off quickly and lay on her side for a moment. Well I had triggered an orgasm for her.
I hired that photographer to photograph my girlfriend. To get her expressions, her small breasts, her expressive vulva. These photographs are all black and white, 8X11, framed simply, hanging in my hall way, my bedroom, my bathroom. The picture I bought is somewhere in a closet. This girl takes up way too much time, she is an attention whore and expensive. I can be a bitch with her, when I need to. Some puppies need to be on a leash and have their nose rubbed into the mess they make. She lives with me, she moved in three years ago. I leave early to be with her.
