Continuing the story of David and Sue...
A pleasant vibration in his pocket alerted David he had received a message on his mobile phone.
"It can wait," he thought, "if it was really important, they would have rung." His focus returned to the work at hand, all thoughts of the waiting message quickly forgotten.
Hi, D. Sue here. Call me.
"Fuck! Where did she spring from?" David looked at his phone in amazement.
It had been three months since that long night in the hotel room. She had kept him going half the night, demanding he fuck her again and again. Her authoritarian manner teased him back each time her thought that there was no more to be had. He had almost crawled out of her room sometime in the early hours, facing a day's work he wasn't sure he'd stay awake for.
She has phoned him later in the day to thank him for his company the previous evening, telling him she appreciated the chance to share a drink and meal with someone. She made no mention of their night of sex. He had not heard from her again until now.
Thinking about that night caused a slight stirring in his cock.......she was a hot number all right and obviously liked her sex.
"Nothing to be lost by giving her a call" he thought, as he pressed reply. The assertive tone of her answer had him instantly aware of his stiffening cock. What was it that this woman did to him? After three months of total silence, a simple "Sue Thatcher, speaking" had him salivating at the thought he might be able to see her again, forcefully finger her again as she had demanded of him.
"David here, Sue. You called?" He tried so hard to sound nonchalant. "Probably sounded like an idiot!" he thought to himself.
"Thanks for returning my call, David. Busy tonight?" A little taken aback her abruptness, he struggled to recall whether he had anything on. Was she back in town? He decided that if there was anything that he was meant to be doing, it was too bad. He was free for her if that's what she wanted!
"Nothing that can't be postponed, Sue" he replied coolly.
"Good!' She gave him her hotel name and room number, told him she would be there from 7.00pm and she would see him later. David stared at the silent phone in his hand. She had hung up before even ascertaining whether he would come or not.
When he gathered his thoughts, he realised he was as hard as a rock. A glance at his watch told him he had enough time to get home and have a shower and change before he would need to be back in town at her hotel as she had ordered. A soft groan escaped his lips as he rubbed his hands down the front of his jeans. God, she made him horny!
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The bathroom was filling with steam as he quickly shed his work clothes. Stepping under the water and letting the warmth soak in, he began to relax. It had been a tough week at work and the early starts combined with poor sleep over the past few nights were taking their toll.
As he lazily soaped himself up, his thoughts turned to Sue. There was an immediate stiffening in his groin as he recalled their night together. Not one to waste a chance for some pleasure he began to stroke his soapy cock, one hand cupping his balls. Leaning against the side of the shower, he let his mind replay their encounter. His clearest memory of that night was her instruction to ream her out with his fingers....he remembered her gasps and sighs of delight as he twisted and turned his four fingers in her, his thumb planted firmly in her hole.
Sliding his hand up and his pole, his thoughts turned to what she might want of him tonight.
Would she want his sex with him?
Would she want him to ream her again?
Maybe she might tell him to use his whole hand in her cunt?
His cock jerked and throbbed at that idea, his balls tightened as his foamy hand worked harder and faster. He had never fisted anyone. What a hot prospect! He groaned as cum spurted hot and ropey over his hand. Breathing hard, he steadied himself, letting the hot water flow over him sluicing the suds and semen from his body.
He had best get moving, she wouldn't want to be kept waiting.
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