She had been out late for a client dinner Thursday evening, so our day started a little later than normal Friday morning, with Slave endeavoring to provide her some wake-up pleasure before we both headed off to work. She seemed to have a busy work day planned - more clients at lunch time, back to the office, then we would both "hook-up" at a local watering hole with a couple Mistress had discovered through her AM "shopping" in the last week.
So Slave was a little surprised to get a call around 2:30 pm at my office from Mistress.
"Slave.... you'll probably think I'm crazy but I'm going over to your fellow alum's house.... he's been badgering me to come by the last few days, and well.... I'm tired of working...."
"I guess that's better than 'shopping therapy', Mistress."
This was the guy she'd met for drinks Tuesday evening - The golfer who'd been on scholarship 20 years after I graduated. Mistress had shared a few of his cute, urgent and flirtatious sexts with me. He clearly wasn't inclined to wait until Tuesday night if he could persuade Mistress to drop by any sooner. But he had shown a respectful reserve - no cock shots taken via the bathroom mirror from this guy.
And apparently he was an effective salesman, unlike the erstwhile Latin Lover who she had kicked to the curb.
I made sure Mistress took at least a few safety precautions, including giving me his name and address. But it's hard not to trust a fellow alum, right? ( At least he didn't go to USC.... or Boston College for that matter).
I suppose it was fortunate that Mistress had made these plans "on the fly", since otherwise, Slave would have been caged and a little more on edge than normal as I awaited her update.
And sure enough, she came back on the radar screen at around 4:45 pm, calling me as she drove away from her little suburban rendezvous.
"You won't believe this Slave.... his cock looks just like yours!"
"Hmmm.... so he's got the standard issue Fighting Irish equipment?"
"Exactly.... it was hard not to laugh...."
"Ladies and Gentlemen.... the cock of the Fighting Irish."
I couldn't help but start humming the fight song.
After some office worship/clean-up duty behind my closed office door, I debriefed her further over a cocktail at a crowded downtown bar as we waiting for our meet and greet with Shane and Bridget (was this Irish Week for Mistress?).
"It was fun, Slave.... he's a nice, funny guy.... and we watched the Masters a bit. He's played that course and knew a lot of the players from his competitive days. Interesting stories."
"But what about the sex, Mistress....did he satisfy your needs on a Friday afternoon?"
"He did Slave.... I did some cock riding... and he had me suck his cock. Could you taste the cum on my lips?"
"Uhhhh.... no..... I guess I missed that....."
"And how does he rank so far among your lovers?"
"I guess he falls into the "OK... but not great" category, at least so far...."
"Could this be another one-and-done, Mistress.... that is so ND, at least in the NCAA Men's bracket".
I'm not sure Mistress got the allusion. She's not much of a basketball fan.
"We'll see Slave...."
'Then again, if the point of all this is to provide a little variety for Mistress, what's the point of doing it with a cock that's just like mine...."
"You have a point, Slave."
We'll save the evenings further developments with Shane and Bridget for tomorrow morning's post.
