THE LAST TIME
We'd just finished having lunch together, a local café in her neighborhood, Friday afternoon. We used to work together several years ago; now we just got together once in a while to catch up. The day was warm for mid-October, and clear, with that wonderful golden light. I was parked around the corner. She lived only a couple blocks away. I used to live in this neighborhood at one time, back when we both worked at the same company, and sometimes we would carpool, so I knew where her house was. We were standing on the sidewalk.
"Soooo," she said, kind of looking around. She was always awkward about it, after we'd met up. She'd never say what was on her mind, just laugh nervously a lot. Laugh and kind of look around, look at me, look around some more. Sometimes I wouldn't do anything until she said what was on her mind, even though I knew what was on her mind. I'd make it say, say the words. Other times I'd just ignore it.
"Let me give you a lift home," I said.
That laughing again. Of course I was being facetious. By the time we walked to my car, she'd be halfway there.
"Come on," I said. "My car's down this way."
I drove the block and a half and pulled up to the curb in front of her house.
"Well," I said. "Thanks for meeting me for lunch. Sorry it's taken so long for us to manage to do this again."
"Sooo," again with that, the finally, "Do you want to come in for a minute, see my house? You've never been in it. Or do you have to get back?"
"You've never invited me," I said. "I mean, sure. I can come in for a minute. You can show me your remodeled kitchen; I've only heard about it. I've got some stuff I have to finish this afternoon that I have to get back for, but I've got a little time."
We walked around the downstairs, the living room, the back deck, and finally the kitchen and the work they'd had done. Then it was that awkward departure point again.
"Well," I said. "Guess I need to get going. It was good to see you." Gave her a hug and then, because she wanted me to, a kiss on the lips.
She made that nervous laugh, so I kissed her again and she kissed me back. I reach around and put my hand on her ass to pull her in. We stayed like that, at the entrance to her kitchen, kissing, her breath quickening, tasting like the beer she drank with her lunch.
"You really need to get going?" she said when we broke.
"In a bit," I said. Sorry, but I always like to leave myself a bit of a window, as it were, with my more recreational female friends. Then I kissed her again.
"What are you thinking?" she said.
"A couple things," I said, looking around a bit, at the clock, in the direction of the door.
"Derek's out of town," she said finally. "He had some time off and went to visit his family for the weekend." I already kind of knew that, since she never would have invited me into her house if there was any chance of her husband coming home early from work.
"Well, that was one thing I was thinking," I said, looking her in the eye now.
"What else?" she said, a little more of the nervous laughter.
I put my hand between her legs, in the crotch of her jeans, and pressed. She stopped laughing.
"About you," I said, low and whispery. "On your knees. Looking up at me while I fuck your mouth. Watching your lips. Going up and down the shaft of my cock. Watching you lick it. Suck it. Until I shoot a thick load... of warm cum... down your throat." Still pressing the heel of my hand against her mound. "Or on your face."
"Let's go upstairs," she said.
She led me to her bedroom, a messy affair of mismatched furniture and scattered clothing, an unmade king-sized bed that was too large for the space, a lot of clutter and dust. A couple of former academics and midway through their forties, and she and her husband still lived like college students, I thought. But it didn't matter. I wasn't going to be navigating this place nor spending much time in it. I took off my jacket and lay it on a chair next to the vanity. She was standing, backed up against the side of the bed.
"This is freaking me out a little," she said. "Being in my own --"
"Take your jeans off," I said.
She pulled down her jeans and kicked them aside. I put my hands on her shoulders and pushed her to her knees, unbuckled my belt and lowered my trousers and shorts. She liked this; she liked to be pushed to her knees or told to kneel down. My cock was half hard and I stroked it slowly in front of her face.
"I want you to suck my cock," I said.
"Okay," she murmured, glancing up at me and then back at my dick. Her hair was brown and cut in a bob, and I ran my fingers through it before gently clutching a handful of it at the back and pulling her forward, feeding her my hardening cock with the other hand.
She took the head between her lips and began to softly suck. I let go of it and she wrapped her own fingers around it. She began moving her mouth and tongue back and forth the length of the shaft. She sucked me at her own pace for several minutes.
"Put your hands on my hips," I said. "I'm going to fuck your mouth."
I put my own hands on either side of her head and slowly began to fuck her mouth. She made a muted little grunt at each thrust. When I was getting close to coming, I pulled my cock from her and told her to lie back on the bed. I pulled down her underpants, then put my hands under the crooks of her knees and spread her legs apart. She wasn't big on tidiness in other respects either, and the ample thatch of pubic hair glistened with her wetness.
I knelt down between her legs and smoothed my fingers over her lips, spreading some of the moisture around before bringing the tip of my tongue to her slit and working it in. I licked up with some pressure, flattening my tongue hard against her clit and then flicking it with the tip. I lapped at her cunt, getting a rhythm going, and then slid two fingers inside her. I alternated tonguing her with some light sucking of her clit. She had her arms outstretched and was clutching and kneading fistfuls of sheet.
She usually came fairly quickly and without much effort, but I could tell she was having trouble. Maybe it was the unusual circumstance of being in her own bedroom. After a bit, I added a third finger, stretching her pussy, and began fucking her more rapidly. I left off licking her clit and began frigging it with the thumb of my other hand. I could feel her body seem to quake and then stiffen, quake and then stiffen, approaching that crest, and as she finally started to come, I brought my tongue back in contact with her clit and licked it rapidly while she grunted and bucked against me.
While she was still stretched out on the bed with her eyes closed, panting lightly, I stood up and slid my stiff cock inside her. I'd never fucked her before, but I didn't ask, I just did it. Her pussy was sopping. She seemed almost oblivious to the fact that I was inside her, so I slammed myself hard into her and she grunted from the impact. I fucked her roughly like that for a good five minutes before pulling out and telling her to get back to her knees.
She slithered down off the edge of the bed to the floor. Her forehead glistened with sweat. Her hair was disheveled, sticking up in the back. Her eyes were glazy and only half open. She looked like she was drunk.
"I want to finish you," she said and reached for my cock, took it in her mouth and began bobbing along its length.
"That's it," I said. "Suck it. Suck my cock, baby. Suck it and make it come."
I grabbed handfuls of her hair and set the pace, easing her mouth back and forth over my cockhead.
"I haven't come in over a week," I said. "I hope you can handle it."
"I want it," she said between sucks.
"Fuck it with your mouth," I said through my teeth. "Fuck that cock with your mouth like you want that cum."
