I ran into Nora for the first time in years, at a Thai restaurant I’d stopped at on a business trip a few weeks ago. We both love Thai food, and I should have expected her to be at this place, but maybe I hoped she wouldn’t be. More likely, perhaps I hoped she would, so that I didn’t have to admit I was probably going to call her while I was in town.

We broke up ten years ago. It was mutual, no hard feelings; we still chatted. But she lived five hours from my current place of residence, and I only ever got down her way for work.

When she walked in, I was just being served my lunch, and she told the waiter she was with me, and sat down at my table. Time had been really good to her. Unlike my own grizzled self. She was still hot and still very Goth.

We talked, and ate, and I told her about the job I was in town for. She very quickly told me to forget the Hotel and I’d stay at her place. Not sure if she was just being nice or if she was hitting on me. But I agreed, nonetheless. After lunch we drove back to her place. She’d walked, living only a few blocks away, she rode back with me.

Her demeanor was more relaxed, less formal, as we sat on her couch chatting. I told her about the job I was there for, and I’d only be here one night, then I’d drive home after work the next day. That seemed to sit badly with her. She sighed and glared at me.

“Well then,” she began. “I guess our time alone is limited then, huh?” she stood up and walk ed toward her bedroom. “I’ll be back in a minute” her voice seeming a bit strained. “Just chill there.”

I don’t know how long I sat there, but I was just about to doze off when Nora’s bedroom door slammed open, and it jolted me awake. I swear, my jaw must have hit the floor as I gawked at what stood framed in the doorway.

Nora was never a voluptuous woman. She had something closer to a swimmer’s body. But it was beautiful nonetheless. Her hips were curved just enough, and she had pert but very squeezable breasts with large, round areolas and perpetually hard nipples. I remember she had to wear extra pads in her bra to keep them from showing through.

Now, there she stood, completely naked. Her shoulder-length blue hair framed her face and accentuated her predatory smile. But the thing that made my cock jump and painfully tent my jeans, was the harness she wore. Yup, she was sporting a strap-on.

The harness she wore made her hips stand out more prominently. I could tell it was the type that had an attachment on the inside for her pleasure as well. That was obvious from the telltale moisture dripping down her thighs. Whether it was a single insert or double, I couldn’t tell. But the main attraction was the large dong, protruding from the front attachment plate.

She had attached a seven-inch-long, dark brown, ultra realistic dong. The skin tone was slightly glossy, and you could clearly make out the thick veins running down the length and around the shaft. The head was helmeted and had a small hole in the tip. A small tube ran up and around the harness and a small bulb rested in the waistband at her hip.

I sank to my knees in front of the couch and pulled off my shirt as she walked closer. The way she forced her hips to sway made the dong swing side to side in a rather suggestive way. She stopped only inches from me. The tip of the dong was now close to my face. She’d had it inside of her before attaching it. The shine along its length was from her juices, I could smell her on the tip of the head of the artificial cock. My pants just got tighter, and my erection was begging for release.

“Not sure what you were expecting,” she began. “You know the drill, lover.” Then she took that stance. Legs shoulder width apart, fists on hips. “You don’t get my pussy or my ass, till you satisfy my urge.”

Whether it was revenge for not being around these last years, or just her dropping back into step, I knew I was going to be fucked by that long black dick stuck to her pelvis, and I had no problem with that.