He laughed, averting his eyes when she bent over to move a couple of videos from the lowest shelf to one of the upper ones. He’d already made three trips to the bathroom since she’d come in. He didn’t do anything with it; simply let it air out and cool down. But she was wearing red panties. His favorite color was black, but there was something about a woman in red.
He closed his eyes and drew in a deep breath, finally putting the pricing gun down to again make a trip to the back of the store. The way those long, lean legs came together and seamlessly melded into that perfectly molded ass . . .
“Shit.” He knocked over a small stack of Game Cube games he kept on the end of the counter.
She stood and turned around. “Want me to help you with that?”
“No,” he answered a little too quickly. Besides the weight gain, there was another reason he liked to wear his clothes so baggy. Contrary to popular belief, not all white guys were hung like gnats. But, if she came too close, even a blind man could make out the silhouette of his “little soldier” at full attention.
She looked down at the mess that he’d made then back up at his face. Her eyes were honey-colored today. Sometimes they were hazel. Sometimes they were sapphire. Sometimes they were blue. And sometimes they were her natural, every day dark brown color. He found her natural eye color easier to take. The pupils were so dark it was difficult to tell where she was looking exactly. But with the honey ones, there was a clear delineation between iris and pupil, and one only had to look to know exactly what was on her mind. She had to have seen it, and instead of shrinking beneath her scrutiny, it seemed to swell in pride. It wanted her to see, which meant part of him wanted her to see.
She smiled at him. “So,” she said, “gotta go to the bathroom again?”
He felt his mouth go dry, his throat constrict. “No,” he finally croaked out.
“You know, it’s been over a month since I’ve had one. Cleaned my car out, washed all my shit, tossed all my lighters and ashtrays. If someone just met me, they’d never know I used to be a smoker.”
That had been the one thing he’d wanted to change about her. It was nothing personal. Being a former smoker, just the smell of cigarette smoke made him sick, and, unfortunately, she always seemed covered in it . . . till about a month ago. “Good for you,” he nodded.
She maintained her distance, but continued to stare, her weight shifting from one hip to the other, her upper teeth lightly gnawing on her lower lip. Offhandedly, he wondered if her lips were as soft as they looked and if her lip gloss was flavored. She took her eyes off him long enough to glance up at the wall clock over her shoulder, then once again focused her attention on him. “Half an hour,” she said.
It was 6:30. He locked the door at 7 and, unless there was a late-coming customer, he was out of here by quarter past. “Yep.”
“Guess I better hurry up, then.” She turned on her heels and again saw to her sorting.
He swallowed hard then tried to will away the growing tightness in his groin.
“Horny, little devil.”
“What!”
“That’s what they say.” She kept her back to him, her hands on the tapes, her eyes on the shelves. Her voice was cool and even, but there was something else . . . as if she held a secret she’d soon share with him. “They’re red, and the writing’s in black. The front says ‘Horny’ with one horn on each side, the left cheek says ‘Little,’ and the right cheek says ‘Devil.’”
He forced a laugh, trying to hide . . . whatever it was bubbling up inside him. “What? No tail?” he shifted himself in his pants, chortling lightly. “Devils are supposed to have tails.”
She stopped shelving. “I’ve got all the tail you could possibly want.” Then she started again. “If you want it, that is.”
The stack of new acquisitions went crashing to the floor.
“Do you?” she asked.
“Mecca . . .”
“No conversation necessary. It’s a yes or no question. Yes, I wanna take you to bed, or no, not really.”
Was he actually . . . panting? Man, maybe men really were dogs . . .
“I won’t get pissed if you say, no, you know? Like I’m not gonna start throwing things and trash the place or whatever. I just thought something needed to be said, and I was really hoping that you’d be the one to do it, but, you are a total prude, man.” She glanced over her shoulder and laughed. “I mean, I can’t ever imagine you saying, ‘Hey, Mecca, why don’t you come over here and sit on this cock?’ or anything remotely sexual, for that matter . . . which is probably why I’m so interested . . . or maybe curious is a better word . . .”
His racing pulse slowed, and his thoughts cleared. “So, you’re just fucking with me, I get it.”
“No, I’m serious. In all honesty, I haven’t let a man touch me in over five years.” She stood in profile, now, her eyes to the ground, her head tilted to the side. “Partially, because of . . . you know . . . and the other well . . . I mean, I’m a girl, I can get ass anytime I want. But, as I’ve said, there are things I just don’t do, and spreadin’ my shit all around town is one of them.” She turned completely towards him. “Yeah, I talk a lot of shit, but when it comes to put out or get out, unless it’s you, I’m getting out.”
He laughed, yet again, trying to think of a way to talk himself out of this increasingly odd situation.
“I mean, this shouldn’t come as a complete surprise . . . should it? I mean, your dad loves me. He . . . surprised the hell outta me. Like, no offense or anything, but people are pretty uptight around here and, I fully expected him to freak out when I showed up at your mom’s wake . . . I mean, I didn’t even wanna go. I didn’t belong there; I’d never even met her, but your dad was like . . .”
Was she . . . tearing up?
“I’ve never had anybody be that accepting of me straight out the gate, you know. People always wanna hate on me and start senseless shit . . . and, I don’t know. It’s just hard sometimes . . . not knowing who you can trust, and who’s just trying to use you and . . . But your dad was totally cool. I mean, he’d never even met me, and he was puttin’ his arm around me and shit, showing me family pictures, and then when I said I had to go, he was like, ‘No. Sit down. Talk to Terri.’ And I’m sitting there in the front on the family’s side, trying not to have a total panic attack because I think at any second somebody’s gonna start being really rude to me, and I’m gonna get pissed off, and everything’s gonna get totally fucked up even though I don’t want it to because this has nothing to do with me everything to do with your mom, and . . .” She drew in a deep breath and pushed it out. “Sometimes I get really nervous and forget to breathe. Isn’t that stupid?”
He felt himself slowly returning to normal, and he, too, took a deep breath.
“When it comes down to it, even though I really hate it, and I do my damndest to try to hide it; I’m just country girl. Yeah, I’m black. Yeah, I’m educated. Yeah, I got to go to Europe for a couple of weeks one summer, but the moment I sit back and relax that country drawl just comes spillin’ out my mouth, and I think if my professors could hear me, they’d be so ashamed. But then I think, I’m not in that stage in my life any more, am I? I’m supposed to have taken their teachings and integrated them into my daily life as it applies to me.” She looked at him and laughed. “So what if I say ‘y’all’ and drop my G’s?”
He looked up at the clock again. Somehow, it was 6:58.
She followed his gaze and came to the same conclusion. “Where did the time go?” She sighed and wiped at the corners of her eyes. “Guess I’ll go. I think I’ve made both of us equally uncomfortable enough for today.” She straightened the top shelf one final time, then walked over to the window seat to retrieve her fur-lined jacket and chenille gloves.
“Don’t put those on just yet”
She looked over at him as she slipped one arm inside her coat, then the other. “Why not? It’s time for you to close, and time for me to go home. Alone.” She stifled a laugh. “Don’t you wish you could see into the future, so you could avoid entirely embarrassing situations like that. I mean, despite what I’ve said, I’m sure you think I’m some sort of tremendous whore, now, with red devil panties, and wouldn’t condescend to fuck me with the proverbial ten-foot-pole, let alone your actual dick. Don’t you just hate the smell of desperation?”
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Things were getting out of his control again. He wanted her to stay. He wanted to take her to bed. He wanted to see if her underwear actually said what she said they did. And he wanted to know if that was flavored lip gloss or just regular lip balm.
“It’s seven,” she said. “You should lock up.”
But that wasn’t who he was. He wasn’t good with women or with words. He was good at haggling. He knew how to run a business. He could sing and play guitar, but everything else was beyond him.
It was ridiculous! She’d done the hard part; she’d made the proposition. He just had to say “Yes.” What was so hard about that? Saying “Yes?” Admitting need? Declaring want? Exhibiting desire?
She slid on her gloves then walked over to the door.
Alicia still haunted him. Even when she’d said “yes,” everything else about her demeanor said “no.” But Mecca was practically begging him for it, and what would she really get out of it?
She had her own place. She managed her own restaurant. She paid her own bills. She didn’t do drugs. From his understanding, she had quite an expansive liquor cabinet, . . . So there really wasn’t anything she could get from him that she couldn’t get for herself, unless you counted his cock.
“Hey.”
Her hand was on the door handle. “Hey what?”
“Stay.”
She felt her knees about to go out. “What?”
“Stay for a minute. We’ll uh, leave together.”
“Oh?”
He slowly made his way to the door, reaching over her shoulder to slide the sign from Open to Closed. “You’ve . . . never been to my place, have you?”
“No. You’ve never invited me.”
He placed his bare hand over her gloved one, inhaling deeply as his nose came dangerously close to that space between her neck and her ear. “Wasn’t sure what you’d think if I did.”
Mecca laughed. “I’d think you wanted me to see your place.”
“That all?” he asked.
“What else?”
He moved her hand from the door handle to rest in the palm of his own hand. “Nothing ulterior?
“Please!” she laughed. “From someone as prudish as you? You probably would’ve spent the whole night sitting on the couch with a pillow in your lap.”
“Yeah,” he scoffed.
She turned to face him, her hand still in his. “I’ll bet I could drop my pants, shove my cooch in your face, dripping wet and ready to go, you’d turn bright red, take hold of my pants, pull them back up, give me a tap on my ass, tell me I need to ‘Quit it,’ and then send me on my way.”
“I’m a gentleman,” he argued.
“Gentlemen don’t get busted for B&E, possession, or reckless endangerment.” She smiled as his face visibly paled . . . as if he weren’t pale enough already. He’d told her about the B&E from his high school days, but Terri had told her about the possession charge (roughly 10 years old) and his dad, of all people, gave her the heads up about the reckless endangerment charge, which happened when he was 16. He was drag racing (of all things) with some other dumb kid, he took a turn too fast, flipped his car, nearly broke his neck and had his license revoked till he was 18.
She brought his hand up to her mouth, running his index finger along her lower lip. She felt him shudder as she drew the digit into her moist interior, licking it from base to tip before releasing it with a playful nip. She watched as his eyes glazed over and the flesh of his face went completely flush.
She then pressed her hips again him and smiled. “I can guarantee that I will always know more about you than you’ll know about me.”
“And why’s that?”
She relished the rough quietness of his voice and rewarded him with a quick lick to the tip of his index finger. “I have more resources than you do. You can ask people things about me, but unless you hear it from me, you’ll never get the whole truth. Privacy is my middle name.”
“I thought it was Deidre,” he half laughed, half smiled.
God, she loved his eyes: bright, shining, deep, playful. Then there was the curve of his lips, the arch of his eyebrows, the point of his nose, the chubby cheeks and that cute, little chin. He had a total baby face, which sent her motherly instincts into overdrive, making her want to coddle and coo over him, then there was the baser beast inside of her that wanted nothing more to swallow him whole and feel him fill her slit with his scorching spend.
“Daniel?”
“Yeah?”
“We need to go.”
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Three minutes flat. It took him three minutes flat to lock up the shop, get her to his car, drive ten miles up town, unlock his door, drag her inside, then shut the door behind them. She was on him the instant they were inside. Touching and teasing, gripping and groping, feeling and fondling, licking, kissing, and sucking any and all exposed flesh.
It had been too long, and her first and last encounter with a man had left her lacking . . . unless you counted a pain in the ass and a bad taste in her mouth. Seeing how eagerly he responded to her, she had nothing but the highest of hopes for Daniel. His hair was feather soft, his lips silky smooth, his hands somewhat uncertain, but strong, and his entire body just seemed to melt into hers, perfectly molding to her contours, jutting into her recesses, resting on her hills and valleys. His touch was electric, his scent intoxicating, and the feel of his warm breath blowing across her already fevered flesh . . .
She closed her eyes and forced it back down. She wanted him before she experienced that particular pleasure.
“It stinks in here.” She kept her lips latched onto to his throat.
“What?”
They bumped into walls, stumbled over furniture, tripped over odds and ends left on the floor. She had the feeling he was trying to fumble around for the lights, but she didn’t like the light.
“Too many scented candles,” she said. “All blending together. It stinks.”
“Sorry.”
She stripped off his coat and tossed his baseball cap to the side. “Just trying to cover up another scent, right?” Beneath the aromas of vanilla, cinnamon, pumpkin pie, apple pie and raspberry was the overly sweet, slightly musty scent of herb, and it clung to Daniel as a second skin. The exotic scent sent her back to a different time when she was younger, freer, less jaded, “It’s all right. I don’t mind.”
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She felt his hand at the nape of her neck, giving the tight curls a slight tug, urging her to tilt her head back as his mouth planted itself in the hollow of her throat. She took the opportunity to slip out of her own coat and kick off her shoes as he blindly led her to some unseen destination. It didn’t really matter where, as far as she was concerned. As long as she ended up on a flat surface of some type, him above her, behind her or beside her, she could bring them both to their desired end . . . As long as she didn’t have to be on top. She hated being on top.
She found the fasteners to her skirt, undoing them, then letting it fall to the floor.
At last they reached an open doorway, and he guided her to what she assumed was his bed. Made or unmade, she didn’t know, but the moment his mattress met her back, she wrapped her legs around him and pulled his shirt off over his head.
“Hey . . .” He twisted and turned in her grasp, trying to keep the garment in place.
“Don’t be shy.” She kissed his right cheek. “I wanna see all of you.”
He shook his head. “I don’t care how dark it is in here. That’s just not something anyone wants to see.”
“I want to see.”
“Why? So you can go to the bathroom and throw up?”
She gave him a light slap. “That’s mean.” She reached up under his shirt and grabbed his left pec, her thumb ghosting over the erect nipple. “There’s nothing wrong with man-boobs. If they’re part of you, I’ll take ’em.”
“Right.”
“C’mon . . . take it off. You’re gonna get all sweaty.”
“Mecca . . .”
“What if I . . . take mine off first?”
He still seemed unwilling to comply.
“Hey,” she slipped her hand under his chin, tilting his head upward, “I’ll make a deal with you. I’ll show you what I like by doing it to you, if you show me what you like by doing it to me.”
He huffed lightly. “It’s been so long I don’t think I remember what goes where . . .”
“It’s like riding a bike–”
“Without a seat?”
“Sure. Why not?”
“I’m uh . . . kind of . . . big.”
“So you’ve put on a few pounds . . .”
“No, uh, big big. Down there.”
She followed his glance, then felt herself color slightly. “Oh. Um, okay.”
“Some girls have trouble with that . . .”
“So, you’ll have to loosen me up a little first . . . or a lot.”
“So . . . you’re not gonna back out?”
“I never back out of anything.”
“No?” He grabbed hold of her hand and forced it to wrap around him.
She drew in a short, sharp breath, then pushed it out. Her hand barely fit around him at the base, and she doubted very seriously she’d be able to take all of him inside her this time around. He was a good ten inches . . . if not twelve. “What do they feed you white boys?”
He shrugged. “Chicken.”
“Well, I’ve seen a few before you . . . mainly due to figure drawing, but I can honestly say they couldn’t have eaten much chicken if any at all.”
His eyes fell, and she watched as he reached behind him, trying to unhook her ankles.
“Now, hold on, I didn’t say we were gonna call the whole thing off. I just . . .”
“Scared?”
“Concerned,” she corrected him. “I probably wasn’t too clear about this in the beginning, but . . . uh . . . you’re number 2. There was . . . you know, that guy, and now you. I just . . . have to get in the right mindset, you know.”
At that point he came down and kissed her, softly, slowly, purposefully on the lips.
After she caught her breath, and her eyes regained their focus. “Wow.”
He gave a slight shrug as if to say, no big deal. “I feel like I’m crushing you.”
“No,” she shook her head. “You’re fine. You’re . . . very fine.” She gave him one slow stroke from the base of his shaft to the tip of his manhood, through the fabric of his track pants.
“Shit . . .”
She rolled them over, relieved him of his shoes, socks, and pants, then positioned herself between his parted thighs.
He swallowed hard.
She slid her hand over, around, then under the plain blue cotton of his boxers. The man beneath her hissed.
“Can I make you feel good, Daniel?” She felt his stomach muscles twitch. “Can I suck your cock and lick your balls then rub ’em between my tits?”
He looked down at her, eyes heavily lidded, his own musky scent over-powering the artificial aromas of the scented candles. “You are a dirty, dirty girl.”
“Nuh-uh. I told you. I’m just a horny, little devil trying to have a little fun.”
“Mecca . . .”
She licked up the front of his boxers, then took the tip of his clothed erection into her mouth.
“Damn girl . . .”
The boxers came off and the oral pleasures continued. “Tell me you like it.”
“What?” His eyes were closed; a dopey, but endearing smile etched across his face.
She took one, long lick up the underside of his shaft, then circled the tiny opening in the head with her tongue. “Tell me you like it,” she repeated. “Tell me how good it feels and what you want me to do to you.”
“Do,” he panted, “to me?”
“Tell me what you like,” she whispered.
“Like?” Dear Lord in heaven was she actually going to put that beautiful body of hers in his unsteady hands?
He felt a hand creep up his left thigh, over his stomach, under his T-shirt, around his left nipple and along the side of his neck.
“I want you to be on top,” she said. “Men are supposed to be dominant, and women are supposed to be submissive . . . if they want to, of course. You know, submit. It’s something they choose to do; not something they’re forced into doing.”
Force? his mind idly echoed. Was he a wicked stepsister? An evil vizier? A jealous queen?
No. He was the lovelorn beast smitten with a too-charitable beauty.
“Daniel. Say something. I’m starting to feel a little ridiculous down here.”
He looked down at her and grabbed a handful of her hair. It wasn’t rough at all. Or tangled or brittle. It was quite silken and smooth. When he pulled lightly, the curl straightened, and the instant he released it, it recoiled, returning to its natural state. His hair was curly when short; wavy when it had some length to it. But it didn’t do anything like hers.
“Come up here.” He held onto the back of her head as she made the short climb to meet him eye-to-eye.
“What?” Her voice held a smile, her eyes bright with challenge.
He brought her down to him: her lips to his mouth, her tits to his chest, her legs along his thighs, her cloth-covered core to his exposed groin. He probed her with his tongue, caressed her with his hands and stimulated her clit with the rocking of his hips.
“Daniel . . .”
He slipped his hand down the back of her panties, squeezing her right butt cheek, then sending his finger along her crack. She visibly tensed as he neared her asshole, but he coaxed her into a more relaxed state with a few lingering kisses and some carefully chosen words.
A few minutes later, her panties were off, her shirt had been discarded, her back was against his mattress, and her legs were spread wide, her slit slick with her own moisture. Her clit was erect and receptive, and what little hair she had, had been shaved into the shape of an arrow.
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“Don’t make me wait,” she pleaded. “I can take it. Make me take it all.”
“Is that right?” he asked her, finally ridding himself of his cumbersome top.
“Yeah.”
“Well, you’re gonna have to wait just one minute more.” He rolled away from her and reached for his nightstand. He certainly hoped they were still good.
“Aren’t you presumptuous,” she laughed. “Or have you been fucking some other filthy bitch in this stinkhole?”
He gave a light chuckle. “Never fucked a chick up the stinkhole.”
“And you never will,” she proclaimed. “Unless . . .”
He glanced over his shoulder at her, unopened and unexpired Magnum in hand. “Unless what?”
“You marry me,” she said matter-of-factly. “I guess I’d sort of owe it to you at least once . . . seeing as how you’d be forsaking all other women.”
Daniel shrugged. “Eh. I don’t think I’d want to.” He tore off the top of the packet and secured the latex in the appropriate place.
“No?” she asked.
He rolled back over to her, assuming his former position above her, then lowering himself to press a wet kiss in the crook of her neck. “You said you didn’t like it, right?”
“So?”
“Why would I wanna do something I know you don’t like?”
“Curiosity,” she shrugged.
“Fuck it. Ass-banging is for homos and porn stars . . . You’re not a porn star, are you?”
She stuck her tongue out at him. “No.”
“Then it’s settled.”
She spread her legs to receive him; he positioned himself at her entrance. “Just go slow, okay? I’m pretty sure my hymen got torn to shreds last time, but with my luck, who fucking knows.”
He slipped his head inside her, pressing his lips to hers. “It’ll be all right.”
She looped her arms around his neck. “Yeah.”
In his younger, vainer days, he once took a notion to time himself. He spent all of 18 minutes staring at a digital alarm click, mindlessly thrusting as the LED display marked off one minute after the next. If the female beneath him enjoyed herself, he honestly couldn’t say. He only knew it took 18 minutes from entrance to exit, and he was sweaty, tired and sore once it was over.
Of course, 20 minutes later, he was ready to go again. Such is the insistence of youth . . .
With Mecca, he didn’t know how long he lasted. Not that there wasn’t a clock in the room, there were just . . . more important things on his mind: the fine sheen of sweat on her skin, the dazed look in her honey-colored eyes, the bounce of her breasts as he pounded himself inside her, the scent of her musk as it mingled with his own, and the sound of her panting and moaning, whimpering and sighing, pleading and shrieking, her head thrown back against the mattress, her nails digging into his triceps, and her heels indelibly pressed into his lower back.
Indeed, she took him all, but there was no force involved. Initially, there did seem to be some type of resistance: not a barrier or a blockage, just a very tight squeeze. Then, as if by magic, he seemed to find some hidden treasure deep within her, a tiny bump that, when properly scratched, produced a preponderance of liquid that greatly aided his endeavor, allowing for wonderfully tight slides that increased both their pleasure immeasurably.
“Mec-ca . . .” His hips finally ceased their motions, his body slumping against hers.
She continued to grind against him till her entire body shook with the force of her orgasm, her arms and legs wrapping tightly around him till her tremors ceased and she could, again, breathe normally.
“Ow!” He felt a sharp pinch at the juncture between his neck and right shoulder. “Did you just bite me?” he laughed.
She shook her head. “Couldn’t control myself.”
“It’s not a vampire bite, is it?”
“Fuck no. I hate blood. I just felt the need to bite down on something, and your neck was right there. Sorry.”
He rolled off to her side, careful of the contents of the used condom, and ran his hand over his neck. “I guess I’ll live.”
Mecca shrugged. “You can bite me back if it makes you feel better.”
“Nah. I’ll just come on your face after you fall asleep.”
She punched him in the “injured” shoulder. “Eww! That is beyond gross. Cream pie is not on the menu. Duck or swallow. Those are the only two options in my book.”
“And you said I’m a prude,” he laughed.
She rolled to his side and kissed his left nipple. “And you finally took your shirt off. It’s not so bad,” she smiled. “So you’ve got a bit of a gut and some man-boobs. Big deal. You’re still fuckin’ cute.”
He hoped the room was dark enough to hide his blush.. Not that he was blushing. Men didn’t blush, after all.
“And forget horse. You’re hung like a fucking rhinoceros. If you’d been the first guy I’d slept with, I guarantee you, I never would’ve done it again.”
“Didn’t hurt, did it?”
“A little, at first. Like I was stretched too tight, then . . .”
“Magic.”
“Magic?” she laughed.
“Everything just fit,” he said.
“Yeah, but I’d hardly call that magic. It kind of hurt, then it just stopped. The strain went away, and it was just . . .”
“Magic,” he said again.
“What is it with you and magic? I know you don’t believe in that shit. That’s for little girls who believe in fairytales and all that. Or little boys with black wands, red capes and top hats.”
He wasn’t trying to be sentimental. Romance wasn’t a language he had any sort of handle on. Every poem he knew had the word “fart” in it, and the only cards he dealt with were either playing cards or sports related. But . . . he did do what he did, and he did say what he said.
He grabbed hold of her hand, lightly brushing his thumb over her knuckles. “Or,” he said, “two people who’ve had a really shitty time finally find each other, and suddenly, things don’t seem as bad as they used to.”
He kept his eyes focused on her face, and was mildly amused and, somewhat embarrassed, that it was not dark enough to hide a blushing face. “You’re ridiculous,” she finally said.
He shrugged. “You gonna . . . sleep here tonight?”
“Do you want me to?”
He shrugged again. “If you want.”
“You don’t snore, do you?”
“No one’s ever told me I have.”
“Guess I’ll stay, then. For tonight anyway.”
His hold on her hand tightened. “Promise not to turn into a pumpkin?”
“Only if you promise not to slip any peas under my mattress.”
He pulled his hand away, and finally moved to dispose of the used condom. “Smartass.”
She simply smiled as her head hit the pillow and her eyes drifted shut.
The End
thanks bro birdid8819 and the rest who contribute to this thread.
glad that during this festive period, still post such good stories to help us get thru the day..
Good morning bro birdie…tks for ur stories for accompaning me thru my CNY….hehe cheers bro.
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I Could never do that!
It was July, and that meant it was time for the annual camping trip. My friends and I had been doing this since we were teenagers. Now, most of them are married, and we don’t spend much time together anymore, so we really look forward to this trip. Me probably more than the others.
While my friends have been busy getting married, I have focused my efforts on my career and it has paid off. I am a 29 year old guy with a six figure income and with a nice muscular body, good hair and a killer smile, I am very confident and an unstoppable flirt.
We all arrived at the campground on Friday night. I was the same old gang, except we had someone new this year. The reason I was looking forward to this weekend this year more than in recent years. My friend Mike brought his sister Rachel this year. Mike has been at as many of these camping trips as I have. He and his wife Jenny talked Rachel into coming this year. Rachel had been married for 2 years and just recently got divorced. I always thought Rachel was hot. She had long blond hair, weighed about 100 pounds and had a cute face with a smile that was so inviting.
From the time we were teenagers, Mike had made it perfectly clear that he didn’t want me anywhere near his sister, so out of respect, I never went out with her. Of course, I’ve always flirted with her and she always flirted back. There was a definite attraction between us but neither of us ever acted on it. Of course I’d be lying if I said that she never played a starring role in my fantasies. When we were teenagers, I had a picture of her in a bikini which I had masturbated to more times than I can count.
Rachel had only gotten sexier over the years, and so, as soon as Mike, Jenny and Rachel arrived at this camping trip, the flirting between Rachel and I had begun. So as to not be obvious, I flirted with Jenny a little as well. Mike was used to me flirting with his wife. It was always harmless. Mike did pull me aside and told me that Rachel was still upset about her divorce and he asked me not to make his sister uncomfortable by flirting with her. I told Mike that I would respect his wish and I would keep my distance.
Soon after that, we all started drinking. Even though we were no longer kids, we would forget that on our camping trips and always drank too much. Unlike when we were younger, and the beverage of choice was cheap beer, we were grown up and were now sharing drinks like martinis, appletinis and such. It didn’t take long before we were all pretty drunk. Rachel was no exception. We were all standing around the fire when Rachel walked past me and tripped. I caught her as she was falling, but I was pretty drunk too, so I didn’t pay much attention to how I caught her and I quickly found my hand cupping her perfect breast. I probably should have moved my hand quicker, but the look in her eye told me it wasn’t a problem. She then quickly gave me a hug. My penis quickly responded and was fully erect within seconds. I looked over at Mike and he was passed out in his chair, so I felt a little more at ease.
Rachel and I spent the next hour or so talking. Well, she was talking and I was picturing in my head what she looked like naked. When she asked me to escort her to the restroom, I did not hesitate. She was stumbling a little on the way, so I put my arm around her and said it looks like you need some help staying up. She laughed and then grabbed my still hard erection through my pants and said “it doesn’t look like you need any help staying up.” I quickly responded by saying that I had all the help I needed just looking at her. She smiled and quickly kissed me. Her hand, still resting on my rock hard boner then began to slowly work it’s way up and down through my pants. She quickly stopped and said that if she didn’t get to the bathroom quickly, she was going to pee her pants.
I told Rachel to just go in the woods. She agreed, and I turned my back. A few seconds later, I heard her fall. I turned around and saw that she had fallen as she tried to squat. She was trying to stand up, her shorts and panties were down to her knees. I grabbed her hand and helped her maintain her balance as she finished peeing. She stood up and without pulling her pants up, began to kiss me again. She was now fumbling around with my belt, trying to undo my pants. It wasn’t long before she had my hard cock out of my pants. I unhooked her bra and she lifted my shirt over my head, before long, the two of us were standing in the dark woods, completely naked.
We had no blanket or anything to lay on the ground, so I lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around me. My cock quickly found it’s way into her hot wet pussy. And then, being drunk, I lost my balance and we fell down. Neither one of us wanted to do this in the dirt, so I suggested that we go to the showers. It was now 3 o’clock in the morning, so there was little chance that we would be disturbed.
We were at the shower building within minutes, and I wasted no time getting her clothes off once again. She undid my pants and got down to her knees. She began by slowly kissing my hard-on, and her fingers gently carressed my balls. I was so excited by this time that I knew if she didn’t stop, I was going to cum very quickly and I knew that that pussy is what I really wanted. I coaxed her back on her feet and then took a seat on the bench. She knew what to do, as she sat on my lap facing me and quickly lowered her soaking wet pussy down on my cock. It felt so good to be inside of her. At that exact moment, we heard a voice calling Rachel’s name. It was Jenny, Mike’s wife. We both quickly put our clothes on and responded.
Jenny asked us what we were doing, but looking at us like she knew. I said we were talking. Rachel was not so discreet. She said that we were trying to fuck each others brains out. Jenny was pissed off. She told Rachel that I was just using her for sex. Rachel said “that’s fine with me, because that’s all I want too.” Jenny, as drunk as the rest of us, said “I want to fuck too, but my husband is passed out drunk, he’s pissed in his pants and if I’m not getting fucked, why should you guys get to fuck?” “I’m not leaving without you guys.” Rachel told Jenny that if she stayed, she would just have to watch us fuck. Jenny said that she wasn’t leaving, so just go ahead.
I figured that it was over and I was ready to go, but Rachel began to undo my pants and quickly had my cock in her mouth once again. I looked at Jenny and she seemed very disturbed, but she was sticking to her word and didn’t leave. I’ve always thought that Mike was lucky to have Jenny. She was a hot little brunette with a smoking hot body.
Just having Jenny watching as Rachel began to suck on my cock was so hot. Once again, I had to stop myself from cumming. I pulled Rachel’s pants off, and quickly had her back on the bench. Rachel began to slowly raise and lower herself onto my cock. I watched Jenny turn her head away and then quickly look back at us. I whispered to Rachel that Jenny was still watching. Rachel asked Jenny if she wanted to join in. Jenny had a disgusted look on her face at first but at the same time she was allready pulling off her pants. She pushed me down on the bench and as Rachel repositioned herself over my cock, Jenny positioned herself over my face, facing Rachel. I quickly shot my tongue into Jenny’s dripping wet pussy. Jenny was loving it. Rachel pulled Jenny’s shirt off and they embraced. With one of the hottest pieces of ass I’ve ever known fucking me and the next hottest piece of ass I’ve known sitting on my face, As both of them began to orgasm, it was more than I could handle. I had reached the point of no return. My penis was convulsing and a felt my load shooting out into Rachel’s pussy. I was spent.
I was starting to put my underpants back on when Rachel told Jenny she needed to switch places with her. Jenny grabbed my now soft penis with two fingers and said “I think he’s done.” Of course, having Jenny touch my penis is all it took to get it to show signs of new life. Jenny stroked it a few times and that was all it took to return it to all it’s rock hard glory. Rachel wasted no time pushing me back onto the bench. My cum was still dripping from her pussy when she sat down on my face. Somehow, this didn’t matter so much at the time and my tongue went right to work. Jenny was a little more reluctant, but Rachel coaxed her onto my cock. Jenny lowered her self onto me, allowing my cock to slowly enter her, she was slow to start, but it was obvious that she was enjoying it because she quickly developed a rythym. Rachel was the first to orgasm and I felt her pussy tighten up around my tongue. Jenny was definitely enjoying this experience and she began to orgasm for what seemed like several minutes. She then got off of me and put her mouth around my cock. As soon as my her mouth was full of my cock, I began to feel my self, starting to cum. I remembered that Mike told me that Jenny would not let him cum in her mouth, so I quickly pulled away. Jenny chased my cock with her mouth and put her mouth around my shaft just as I began to shoot my cum. She kept my dick in her mouth until I had unloaded every last drop.
We all got dressed and headed back to our campsite. When we returned, Mike was awake. He asked where we had gone. Jenny said that Rachel and I were going to the bathroom, and she went with us to keep an eye on us. Jenny then looked at Rachel and I and said thanks for letting me cum with you.
Mike still has no idea what happened that night.
What the Cab Driver Saw
My name’s Joe. I’ve been driving a cab in this town for over twenty years. I’ve had my share of memorable fares: College girls changing clothes in my cab, couples screwing, whores giving blow jobs, you know, the stuff you see on cable TV. But last week’s trip to Livia Street was one for the record books.
Willy, the bouncer at a downtown bar called Poppa O’Brien’s called me about 2 A.M. to tell me “the Boys” were ready to call it a night. I knew right away exactly who he was talking about.
Dave, Hank and Bill are three local business men, real go-getters who are closing in on their first millions as they approach their thirtieth birthdays. They’re married to their careers first and second to their college sweethearts that look like trophy wives are supposed to look. A year and a half ago all three couples bought houses on Livia Street, the local yuppie neighborhood and became famous for entertaining. I’d never get an invite to their parties, but I did plenty of business hauling the who’s whos home. The wives let their husbands have a “boy’s night out” every month and I frequently got them home safely. They were always good for a nice tip.
I pulled up at Poppa O’Brien’s Saloon and Willy opened the cab door for the boys. They were more wasted than I had ever seen them. Hank was out cold, with his arms around Dave & Bill who could barley stand up themselves. Willy poured them into the back seat, made sure no fingers were in the door and slammed it shut.
“303 Livia Shtreet” roared Bill.
“Naw, naw,” said Dave. “The wives are all at my place. 305 driver…”
“Yer plashe? Water they doin’ at yer plashe?” drooled Bill.
“Din’t Angie tole you? They were gonna break open a bottle of merlot, watch chick flick videoshs, do each others toe nails and talk about us!”
“Oh yeah, I remember, they w’ havin’ a slumber party!. Driver, 305!”
“Yes, sir” I said.
“Hey, Dave, how we gonna get Hank in?” Bill slobbered. I don’t think I can carry him all the way to the door."
“I’ll go in and get my wheelbarrow…” moaned Dave.
I thought “This should be worth seeing.”
A few minutes and two choruses of their college fight song later we pulled up in front of 305 Livia. Dave stumbled up the walk to the well lit porch and stopped to fumble with his keys. As he tried to put the key into the keyhole the door opened from inside and I got a look at DiAnne, Dave’s wife. “Holy Shit in a brick outhouse” doesn’t quite describe her: The see-through white nightie gave me a good look at her 38DD’s but only for a second.
“Honey, are you alri…Oh my God” she gasped as he fell past her, close enough for his breath to repulse her. They disappeared into the house and the sounds were enough for me to imagine what happened next.
“EEEEK!”
“No, no! Don’t worry. He’s too drunk to notice us.”
“Dave! What are you doing? Not on the rug, damn it!”
Dave staggered out the front door pushing a wheelbarrow, Halfway down the walk he tripped and went face first into the monkey grass edging. Dianne ran out and dropped to her knees next to him, obviously so worried that she didn’t notice me, Damn, that see through nightie looked good on her! I didn’t get a really good look, though, because two more beauties ran past her to their fallen soldiers in my back seat.
Sue had her light brown hair tied back in a French braid. Her pink silk nightgown hung just far enough past her behind to make me wonder if she was wearing panties under it. I didn’t get much of a look at her body as she climbed into the back seat yelling “Hank! Hank, talk to me!” She put her hands on his cheeks and turned his face close to hers to see if he was breathing. Instead of being disgusted by the whiskey on his breath she just wrapped her arms around him and whimpered “Thank God! You’re OK!” This was all lost on Bill, who broke into another chorus of the college fight song.
We were rescued from Bill’s singing by Angie who had run around my cab to the driver’s side. Obviously, we had interrupted some secret female grooming ritual because her short hair was wet with some kind of jell that dripped onto her bare shoulders and trickled down to her black tube top that barely covered her itty bitty breasts. The only other piece of clothing on her was a pair of Valentine’s Day panties that were at least a size too small, even on her toned and trim body. Bill saw her and stopped singing to proclaim his undying love and ask her to be the mother of his children. Angie humored him: “Oh yes, Bill, please come to my bed and mount me like a stallion!” I couldn’t hold the laugh back anymore and snorted loudly. Even Sue burst out laughing, still wrapped around her guy.
Well, in a few seconds the girls figured out that Dave could wait on the grass while Dianne brought the wheelbarrow over to the cab and helped Sue pull Hank into it. The two of them pushed the barrow toward Sue’s house and disappeared into it. Angie helped Bill out on to the street side and pulled his arm over her shoulders. He made an attempt to fondle her breasts with his other hand but missed and touched her washboard abdominal muscles.
“Damn, girl, you ‘r’ in great shape” he drawled as she lead him toward their house, her ass making the hearts on her panties seem to jump up and down.
Dave had recovered from his fall enough to start yelling “DiAnne! DiAnne!” I hadn’t seen DiAnne come back but she appeared next to him. After all the commotion I finally got a good look at her and what she was, or should I say was not wearing. Her shoulder length black curls framed an angelic face and drew attention down to her white shoulders and the spaghetti straps of her wisp of clothing. The nightie floated over her tits and stopped high enough to show her pierced navel ruby. The matching panties were equally see through and even under the street light’s monochrome glow I could see her dark pubes as she approached her man and squatted down.
“I love you DiAnne” Dave slobbered from the ground as he tried to roll toward her.
“I know Baby, but right now I need your wallet to pay the driver.” She rolled him far enough to reach his hip pocket and pulled his wallet out
“Don’t be gone long shweetheart” Dave growled as she walked toward my window. As she turned toward me at the front bumper she pulled her hair back out of her face and her eyes told me she recognized me from one of their parties.
“Oh, I’m glad it’s you, Mister, uh, …”
“Joe” I finished her sentence for her. “I was here after some of your parties to take your guests home.”
“Yeah, that’s why I know you won’t spread this all over town.” She pulled two fifty dollar bills out of Dave’s wallet and offered it to me.
“Don’t worry, ma’m, I know better than to blab” I said taking the cash. “I hope he survives the hangover in the morning. They’ll really have to pay the piper!”
“Oh, they’ll have to pay more than the piper for this” she snarled, then flashed an evil smile at me. I could tell she had something planned for Dave by the sharks circling in her eyes.
“Good night Joe.” She walked on past my window and around the back of the cab and up the walk. I got a great view of her backside as she bent down to offer Dave a hand up. But poor Dave couldn’t get up so she stepped past him and looked back at him. He crawled on his hands and knees to follow her into the house. As she closed the door I radioed the dispatcher that I was available again.
The End
Sandy Brings Him Lunch
Upon graduation from college, Larry Wilson began his job in lower management for a plastics company and received several promotions over the next few years. Sandy, his wife, enrolled in a small liberal arts school and finished her degree two years later, fulfilling the promise that she had made to her parents when she got married.
She barely made it though. She had been unsure that she would even be able to complete her final exams and she didn’t know until that day if she would be able to attend graduation. She walked up to receive her diploma three days before she gave birth to their twin daughters. Less than a year after the girls’ birth, she had a son.
After six years with the company, Larry realized that although he had received numerous promotions, his chances at an upper management job were limited because it was a family controlled and run business. A small plastics manufacturing business was for sale in northern Indiana and he had about one hundred thousand dollars that had been left to him when is parents died a few years back. He and Sandy had decided that they would take the gamble and purchase the company.
The previous owner who was retiring had handled everything from sales to production management to shipping so Larry knew that he would have to completely reorganize the company. The total reorganization had taken considerable work on Larry’s part and he was spending twelve to sixteen hours per day at work. Sandy felt that she could lighten his load if she worked at the plant; but they both felt that it was more important for her to be home with the children at least until they all started school. This wore on Sandy. Although she was kept busy raising the children – the girls were now three and Jack was two – she was a horny woman. Larry was seldom home and when he was, he was too tired for sex.
Sandy was relegated to using her fingers now more than she had during her first year and a half of college. One afternoon while the kids were napping, her next-door neighbor, Ann Bush, was over for a cup of coffee. Sandy was complaining about Larry being at work so much and how she missed spending time with him. Ann said, “What you’re really saying is, you’re horny as hell and you want him here so that you can fuck more; isn’t it?”
Sandy was slow to reply, “Bluntly put, but yeah.”
“You think that you’re the only broad to go through this. It’s the curse of being married to a man that is ambitious. You wouldn’t want him any other way; but you want to feel that hard cock in you a little more often. What time does he go to work in the morning?”
“About six-thirty. Why?”
“Timing is important. Does he have inside windows or a window on the door of his office?”
“No. Why?”
Ann smiled as she said, “Well, you’ve got to have a plan. If he goes to work at six-thirty, he should be getting hungry at about eleven o’clock and he should still have some energy left at that time of day. I’ll come over at about ten tomorrow morning and help you get ready and then I’ll watch your kids while you take him lunch and screw his brains out. Just don’t let him know what you’re planning to do, because he will feel guilty thinking about having fun when there is so much work to do and then find an excuse to cancel out on you. Now, about how much longer will your kids stay asleep today?”
Sandy was somewhat puzzled as she asked, “It’s two o’clock. Probably another hour or so, why?”
Ann grabbed Sandy’s hand and said, “We need most of that time to take the edge off of you. Let’s get you in the bedroom and get your clothes off.” Ann led Sandy toward the bedroom, with Ann starting to get her clothes off on the way. As the bedroom door was closing, Ann began to kiss Sandy and unbuttoned her blouse. Sandy’s bra was swiftly unhooked and Ann kissed her large breasts. Sandy was fumbling with the snap on the front of her shorts when Ann pushed her hands away and, with one swift motion, removed the younger woman’s shorts and panties at the same time. When both ladies were naked they climbed on the bed and locked in a warm embrace. As Ann fondled one of Sandy’s still firm breasts, she said, “Honey, you have such beautiful breasts and, after three kids, they’re still firm and so little sag.”
Sandy replied, “Thank you, but I just hope that in another ten years mine are still as firm and upright as yours.” Sandy then resumed sucking and chewing on Ann’s 34C’s. The two continued their ministrations to each other’s boobs while each had one hand working feverishly on the other’s pussy. After about fifteen minutes of this, Ann dropped down to begin eating Sandy’s bush while positioning her dripping slit over Sandy’s waiting lips. The two women went at each other’s pussies wantonly for about ten minutes until they both started convulsing and they finally rolled over on their backs until they could catch their breath.
The next morning, the doorbell at the Wilson’s home rang a few minutes until ten. Hastily, Sandy admitted Ann. Ann asked, “What did you fix him to eat?”
“A couple of sandwiches, some chips and fruit.”
“The sandwiches are cold aren’t they? You don’t want hot food, because then he will want to eat it while it is still hot. Then he won’t feel like fucking on a full stomach. That would destroy the whole purpose of the trip.”
“The sandwiches are cold, but my pussy is hot.”
“Well keep it that way until his dick has exploded in you. Let’s go get you dressed right.” They walked toward the bedroom to prepare Sandy for her trip. Upon entering the bedroom, Ann saw the clothes that Sandy had laid out. She saw a pair of bikini panties, a short skirt and a tank top. Sandy’s imagination wasn’t very vivid. “You weren’t planning on wearing these were you?” asked Ann.
“That’s the same type outfit that I wore the first time we had sex. I thought that if it worked that time, it would work again.”
“Baby, it might work on him. Although you want him to know that you’re there to fuck; you don’t want everybody in the place to know that you’re there to fuck. He’s not a college kid any more. He’s the owner of a company who needs to maintain some semblance of dignity in front of his employees. Let’s see what else you’ve got.” Ann started looking through Sandy’s closet and her dresser drawers. She said, “I notice that you didn’t set out a bra. That’s a good idea. But the rest of it we have to change. Get undressed. We’ll have you ready pretty quickly. I can’t find the right panties for you, but that doesn’t surprise me.”
She was quickly interrupted by Sandy, “But those are my sexiest underwear.”
“That’s what I thought,” said Ann as she reached into per purse, she noticed that Sandy was now naked, and added, “I brought these for you to wear – they should fit.”
Sandy exclaimed, “There’s no crotch in these.”
“Exactly, you won’t even have to get totally naked. Remember, this is a quickie at work, not an all day seduction. Slip those on.” Ann returned to the closet and located with a short, black skirt and said, “Here, put this on. Notice that it is short enough that he can get access to your pussy and loose enough that you can just pull it up to your waist when you’re getting fucked; but it’s dressy enough that you will look professional when you walk through the office. Now to find a blouse. A hah, this one will work.” She handed Sandy a dark silk blouse that buttoned up the front all the way to the collar. Ann said, “Try this on.”
With that she came over and started helping Sandy button the blouse. When she neared the top, she kept buttoning and unbuttoning the top buttons. Then she added, “When you go in there, wear it like this; as soon as you are in Larry’s office unbutton, at least one more button. Dressed like this you won’t raise any eyebrows from the casual observer, but when you loosen a button or two he will know what you’re after.”
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The two of them gathered everything that Sandy needed and headed toward the door. It was now ten forty-five. As Sandy was ready to drive away, Ann said, “I hope that you don’t mind, but I’m going to put the kids to bed for their naps a little early. Not only do I want to hear all about this, but I want to suck his cum out of your twat when you come back.”
Sandy grinned and said, “Ann, you’re fucking evil.”
“I know. And I love it,” replied Ann.
As Sandy pulled into the parking lot, she got a feeling of pride as she saw the new sign being erected on the lawn in front of the building. The words “Wilson Plastic Products, Inc.” on the new sign made her heart beat faster and the nerve that she had felt dwindling during the last few minutes was quickly restored. She parked in a visitor’s spot in the lot and walked up to the front door of the building. Opening the door, she spotted Molly at the front desk. Molly was the receptionist/secretary and was a leftover from the previous ownership. As Sandy approached her, she thought, “Larry has got to get a younger, better looking secretary”. Approaching the desk, Sandy asked, “Is Larry in his office?”
Molly responded, “Yes, Mrs. Wilson, is he expecting you?”
“No. I’ll just go in anyway.”
“Of course, Mrs. Wilson.” With that Molly was scrambling to let Larry know that Sandy was on the way in to his office.
Sandy opened the door to his office and as she was closing (and locking) it, she heard him say, “Yes Molly, I can see that Mrs. Wilson is here; she’s standing right in front of me.” Hanging up the phone, he looked at Sandy and said, “What brings you down here?”
Sandy began walking around his desk and said, “I’ve been worried about the hours that you’ve been keeping lately and I think that you’re skipping meals. So I brought you lunch.” She set the bag in the middle of the desk.
“You mean that you drove all of the way down here, just to bring me lunch.”
“Well, I came to make sure that you’re getting your nourishment and…” grabbing his crotch, she added, “I came to check on this.” Sandy glanced down at herself and saw that one boob had nearly worked its way out of the opening in her blouse.
“Sweetie, I know that I have been putting in some pretty long hours and I have been neglecting you lately, but is this really the time and place for this?”
“It’s always the time and as for place. You know what they say – If Mohammed won’t come to the mountain, bring the mountain to Mohammed.” Unbuttoning another two buttons on her blouse, she stuck her tits in Larry’s face and said, “You may be saying no, but you’re dick is saying, ‘yes, please yes.’” With that she deftly pulled down the zipper of his pants, reached in and freed his cock from the restraints of his shorts.
By this time, Larry was sucking and chewing on one of Sandy’s tits and had a hand on her pussy and Sandy was unbuckling his belt and sliding his pants and shorts down to his knees. Larry said, “I like these panties, I can get complete access to that fantastic pussy without having to take them off. When did you start wearing these?”
“That’s the purpose of them. I borrowed them from Ann, next door.” Sandy then sat on his hard erect cock, so that she was getting fucked from behind while they were both sitting down. Sandy began panting hard and said, “Oh, I needed this so bad. I haven’t had any cock in so so sooo long. Fuck it, fuck it. Oh god.” They finished quickly and when Sandy slid off, she looked back at Larry’s cock and said, “Oh, we can’t have you putting that back inside those expensive suit pants.” She dropped to her knees and licked it clean. She then stuffed it back in his pants and said, “Now, don’t you feel better.”
“Much better,” he said “I almost forgot how great your pussy was; it’s been so long.”
“Well, whose fault is it beside yours that you haven’t been getting any lately. I’ll tell you what, I’ll bring you lunch a couple of days a week, if, and only if, you’ll promise to come home early more often so that a couple of nights a week you can have supper with the kids and me. Then after you have spent some time with the kids, we can have a good, long, screaming orgasm fuck at home. What do you say?”
“I say that I’ll definitely do my best to be home more often. Honey, you’re the greatest wife that a guy could have. Some women as horny as you might have just gone out and found someone in a bar to fuck.”
“Don’t think I didn’t give it a lot of thought. You owe Ann from next door a lot and not just the panties. She’s the one who gave me the idea and she’s watching the kids. I think I am going to have to pay her for baby-sitting today.”
“What, do you need money to pay her?”
“No. I’ll pay her by letting her suck your cum out of my pussy.
“That’s my girl. I didn’t think it would take you too long to find someone to play around with during the day. I haven’t been so lucky. Unfortunately, Molly is the best looking woman working at this place.”
“Oh sick. We’ve got to find you a new secretary.”
“Well, she doesn’t know it yet, but replacing her is on the agenda for next month. This place has some distance to go to get our heads above water, but I think that in another month to six weeks, I should have the right people in place to cut my hours down a lot.”
“Yeah, then you’ll probably only work twelve hours a day.”
“Probably for quite some time, but that’s an improvement. You know that I want to spend more time with you and the kids.”
“I know. Sometimes I get so wrapped up with myself that I forget that we have our whole lives tied up in this place. I know that this is our future and the kids’ future. I had better let you get back to work. The sooner you get back to work, the sooner you can get around to replacing Molly. Sandy checked herself to see if she again had that “professional” look that Ann talked about. When she was satisfied that her clothes were looking the same as when she walked in and that fresh fucked glow was gone from her face, she headed out the door.
Sandy was so relaxed that the drive home took her almost fifteen minutes. As she pulled into her driveway, she saw that Ann was standing in the door waiting for her. Sandy told her how great everything had gone and then headed toward the bedroom to change clothes. As she was shedding her clothes, she looked over at Ann and said, “Before I left, I told Larry that I was going to have to pay the baby-sitter when I got home and he asked me how much money I needed. I told him that I didn’t intend to pay with money.” Sandy looked over again and saw that Ann was now naked. Sandy then said, “Come over her and lay down on the bed.” Sandy then crawled on top of her and put her mouth in Ann’s pussy and set her pussy in front of Ann’s face.
The two of them then ate each other furiously. Ann climaxed first; she hadn’t cum yet today as Sandy had. However Sandy wasn’t too far behind. As Ann started to put her clothes back on and Sandy started to dress in the clothes that she had had on in the morning, Ann asked, “You didn’t tell him how you planned to pay the baby-sitter, did you?”
“Sure did.”
“He didn’t get upset about it.”
“No, I always tell him if I’m fucking around and he always tells me if he’s fucking around. Of course, he hasn’t had time for it since we moved here. About the only woman that he has contact with besides me is his secretary. If you ever saw her, you would understand why he never comes home predisposed to sex. I have to get him started on my own”
“He sounds too good to be true. No wonder you care so much about him. He sounds so good; maybe I could fuck him sometime.”
“Probably, when he starts taking care of my needs often enough – maybe we could both fuck him at the same time.
A short time later, Ann went home and Sandy and the kids were left alone again for another night. Two days later, Larry was home at six o’clock for supper. After supper, Larry played with the kids until it was time for Sandy to put them to bed. Sandy hadn’t seen the kids so happy in the months that they had been in Green Park. She told Larry that when she returned from putting the kids to bed. It was then that he informed her that he had ordered a couch for his office and that it would be delivered in about a week. They went to bed a short time later and had a long passionate session of lovemaking. Larry was true to his word and made it home in time for supper at least twice a week; so Sandy kept her part of the bargain and brought him lunch twice a week. A few months later, he was finally able to reduce his hours to about fifty-five per week. He was there in time for supper most nights and was home all day on Sunday and generally from noon on Saturdays.
The End