It had been quite awhile since Joe had seen Sandi. A couple of years in fact. As it happened Joe got had gotten careless letting his little head think way too much for the big head and his wife had eventually found the two of them out. What ensued was painful but they as a couple they had worked their way through it. Joe had been honoring his promise not to have contact with Sandi but often wondered if she still thought about him.
Sandi's husband had been shocked to find that his best buddy had been filling his wife's stomach with cum almost daily for quite some time. What he would never learn that it was more like twice daily and sometimes three times daily. Sandi actually had been losing weight at the time by having only Joe's seed for lunch three times a week. As she told it, her hips got smaller as her smile got bigger.
Joe couldn't help but wonder if she would find a new lunch date now that he was out of the picture. There were so many men where she worked who had told him in the past that they would of given anything to have her beautiful lips around their cocks, or just to see Ms. Proper's perfect tits pulled out and ready to play. She was half bitch and half beauty queen to them. Others dreamed of having her naked on her knees in front of them, taking orders from them for a change. Sandi had told Joe some of them had offered her anything from an apartment to a new car if she would sleep with them. But she only had eyes for Joe, at least back then.
At parties her male co-workers had said to Joe "I'll bet she's a nasty fuck," "You think she likes it in the ass?" or "If we got her drunk I'll bet she would suck off the whole office." Everyone agreed Ms. Proper must be a great fuck in private, and Joe (who actually knew she was) wasn't about to argue. He knew hundreds would try to take that spot.
The word was anytime Sandi wore a thinner dress to the office they would turn up the air conditioning so that her nipples would protrude, then take turns bringing papers to her desk so they see who got the best look down her dress. Another contest they would have is to see who could get their zippers (and cocks) closest to her face and those heart shaped lips.
Most of them knew what an asshole and cheater her husband was and they all imagined that they had as good a chance as anyone of breaking through her stoic demeanor and the phony support for her spouse. Whether anyone else ever did kept Joe wondering.
Having not seen Sandi for so long, he would fantasize about her masturbating under her desk at work while she relived all the times she and Joe had been together. He could see her brushing her arm against her constrained tits while she held the phone, causing her nipples to poke out behind her silk bra, imagining Joe sucking on them or coating them with his pre-cum. Her other hand would be under the desk, slowly moving her skirt up and pulling her black lace panties to the side. Maybe she had her nylons on and would use a pen to poke a finger sized hole to give her access. She would make small circles around her clit the same way Joe had done with his tongue when they were alone, or at the dinner table in front of her husband (who never noticed his friend's hand making its way into his wife's welcoming open thighs).
She would then slide her middle finger along those tiny wet lips and bring it up as if checking her red lipstick, while actually lubricating her lips with her own juices and getting just a taste on her tongue. Her hand would make its way back down. This time she would insert one finger then two into her tiny hole, stretching herself. As she imagined rubbing the head of Joe's cock against her pink diamond she would speed up strokes until she slid her chair back and bucked into the desk, coming on her hand in front of the men there who spent most of their days staring at her through the glass office doors and making lewd remarks behind her back.
When he was alone Joe would also pull out a picture of her and slowly rub himself while he recalled their first kiss, the first time he licked her pussy, and the first blow job she had given him- swallowing all his cum as he lay there staring at his friend's naked wife. One thing Sandi had never denied him was a view of her pussy and tits up close or from a distance. Even after he had fucked her in the ass she laid there on the stained sheets and let him stare at her naked sweaty body with her perfect hair; looking like a squirrel's nest along with streaks of cum across her cheeks- the higher ones and the lower ones.
The more he would think about her the more he would rub himself until he found himself unzipping and jacking off with two hands to just the thought of her. She was absent but still stroke worthy. He would mimic the way she used to fondle his balls as she took his shaft all the way to its base, leaving her tell tale lipstick circle as a marker of how deep she could take him. This jacking off thing happened almost weekly now and had become a new secret routine for him. And although he no longer saw her, Sandi still visited nightly in his dreams. Some things a man has no control over.
As it happened during a weekday morning Joe was running an errand to the downtown area which was congested with cars and people. By luck he was able to grab a diagonal parking spot near the end of the block, two spaces from a parklet (a built out structure) that held tables and chairs and extended into the street. The parklet was empty at that time of day, it was taken by a restaurant that would be open later in the evening.
Joe put money in the meter and picked up a cup of coffee from the local shop. As he returned and unlocked his truck he failed to notice the dark SUV parked between his space and the parklet. It was a newer version vehicle of the one Sandi used to drive. He of course had seen her once or twice but never would of put this one and her together. Until of course Ms. Proper rounded the corner of the parklet carrying a coffee and a bagel with cream cheese. She was reaching her keys. The coffee was from the same shop, somehow they had just missed each other.
"Wow," Joe said aloud as his eyes scanned her. There was Sandi, her trademark perfect hair curling just so above her shoulders. She was wearing a green business casual dress and brown shoes. Joe remembered that exact dress, it had a safety pin that held it in where the dress crossed her tits because her double D's used to open it too wide. He also knew because he had taken that pin out a dozen times to reach those perfect tits and nipples.
"Wow, yourself" was the reply. Sandi was wearing mirror sunglasses that hid her cat eyes.
"Hello Sandi."
"Hello Joe."
"Long time."
"Yep."
"How's things?" he asked.
"You should know, you left me hanging. Keith and I are still together but I would of left him in a minute for you. Instead I'm left with slime and not the kind between my legs."
"It's a long story." She had no idea how long.
Sandi unlocked her SUV and got in. She rolled down the passenger window and leaned over. Joe, now in his truck, rolled his down as well.
"I'm not supposed to talk to you, you know," she said.
