It all starts so innocently (doesn't it always?). I'm at work, again procrastinating and actually nodding off a bit. I have piles of paper scattered across my desk and a list of clients to call to set up appointments. If you looked at the client list from a certain angle you saw a pile of money. If you looked past that you saw more. You saw a bigger house. That new SUV my wife wanted. You saw my wife home with our kids instead of working a thankless job just to help our family afford the things we have now.
But look to the left. Here you see a computer. A new dot-com site on the screen illuminating my face with "XXX", nice tits, a perfect ass or maybe just some words that have been put together describing a call girl named Jinx scoring her first "job".
I once again had a choice. I again bypassed the right choice for the left. This time my computer was feeding me a story about a girl who had just gotten her heart broken. Apparently she felt the need to take control of her life by fucking a stranger she just met in a theater. The story gets me incredibly hot (this author always does) and all of a sudden I feel myself hardening. The eternal struggle between my jeans and my prick begins: one straining burst free, the other doing its best to restrain it. Usually I side with my dick, unbuckling my belt, unbuttoning my jeans, unzipping my fly and unleashing my cock. This is normally followed by a short wrestling match between my hand and my cock, my hand almost always beating my member into submission.
Today is different though. I remember my daughter crying at the sitter's when I dropped her off. "Dad, I want you to stay." I look back at the pile of opportunity on the right and realize that I should get back to work.
There's only one problem. I still feel that stirring sensation in my balls...my cock is still rock hard. The storyteller has done such a good job I can hardly see straight. I decide that what I need is a good drive. I grab my keys and tell the secretary that I'm off to visit a client.
As I drive I check my watch (a gift from my lovely wife). Ten o'clock... I have time to grab a cup of coffee and then go cold call one of my old clients. Maybe I'll invite him to lunch. I stop off at a coffee shop near my alma mater, the local university. This is one of my favorite places for a few reasons, least of which is the lousy coffee they serve. This is usually out of the way of my boss' clients, so I know he won't catch me here when I'm supposed to be working. The pastries are quite tasty (the espresso cheesecake is to die for!). Oh yeah, it's also down the street from all of the sorority houses.
Every time I come in here I feel like I'm an episode of one of those teen soap operas on MTV or WB. Every single girl that walks in is gorgeous. I overhear their conversations about this boy they went out with last night, that party they went to last weekend, the new designer drug they tried with that guy they weren't so sure about. Today I get lucky. I sit down in a booth across from two knockouts. I pretend to be reading the paper but instead I get to indulge a bit. The first one, facing me, is a dead ringer for an ex of mine. Long dark brown hair, exquisite "C" cup breasts, nice hourglass shape, and, I notice as she goes for a refill, a perfectly round ass, one that you could just chew on for days. The girl sitting across from her is your typical sorority whore. Huge, likely store bought, tits, platinum blonde hair, obviously dyed, small ass. She's wearing the quintessential sorority sister outfit, a little tank top with her greek letters screened on the front and tight sweat pants with the same letters plastered across her ass.
She starts talking to the brunette in great detail about some guy she fucked, bragging about her obvious talents in the bedroom. I hear her describe his eight-inch cock and how she masterfully teased and licked it until it started throbbing in front of her. She apparently then tickled him under his sack, then running her finger up and down his crack while she lightly kissed his shaft. She goes on to say how she took the head of his prick and rubbed it on her nipples coating them with pre-cum, just so she could lick it off, giving him a show. Quite proud of herself, she continues telling the brunette about her show. Next she laid on the bed spread eagle running her fingers along the length of her slit then inserting them into her wet cunt, soaking them with her juices. She carries on about how she then strokes his cock with her wet fingers, drawing him toward her cunt. She lets him penetrate her, taking all eight inches then draws him out and sucks her juices off his dick. She finishes her story, which concludes with both of their powerful orgasms.
I'm so fucking turned on I can barely see straight.
So here I am completely dazed by this tale that I was fortunate enough to overhear (okay eavesdrop on, but what's the difference) when I get startled back to reality by someone plopping down in my booth next to me. "What the...??!?!"
"Oh, sorry. Did I scare ya?" replies Jenna.
Jenna is an old friend of mine. Well, truth be told, we never were technically "friends". Right before my freshman year of college, about eight years ago, we met through mutual friends and hit it off from the beginning. We were making out before the end of the first night. As I went to drop her off that night she kept touching my thigh and by the time we got to her place she was rubbing my cock through my pants. We fucked the next time I saw her. The next week she went on vacation with her family. By the time she got back I had left for college. It wasn't worth trying to keep a long distance relationship (before I went to school we had lived in a city about 150 miles from the univeristy). I didn't see her again for a few years. She emailed me one day out of the blue saying she was going to be in town and needed a place to stay for a night. I let her stay at my place the night she was in town. We had crazy monkey sex.
Jenna was amazing looking. If you looked up "my type" in the dictionary it would show her. She had a classic beauty look to her face. She was petite, about five-foot nothing, and a thin 100lbs. She had beautiful, perky B cup breasts that just screamed to be kissed and licked. Her hair was dark, straight and long, almost down to her ass. Her ass... that was easily her best feature. It bubbled out perfectly, not to big, but definitely round. Perky, too, no sag. It was one of those asses that you just stared at when she walked in front of you. This girl was sexy.
"What? Scared? No... just startled a bit...Holy shit! Jen! I can't believe it's you! What are you doing here?"
"Getting coffee, silly. What else would one do here?" Her smile is intoxicating, especially when she teased like that. She knew what I meant. "I go to school here now!" She was younger than me, I guess I never realized how much. "I'm a grad student in the psych department. What about you? Do you live down here now?"
Boom. Boom. I feel my heart throbbing against the inside of my chest. My entire body is pulsing in synch with my heartbeat. That story I read on the Internet this morning. The recounted tale of the sorority girl's wild night. This hot little thing sitting in front of me. All I can think of is where this is going to go. "Yeah, I stayed here after school. I'm supposed to be working but I needed a break."
"Really?" She cocks an eyebrow. I used to love it when she did that. "Looking to relax a bit, huh? Relieve some stress?"
Shit. I knew what she meant. "Yeah," I reply sheepishly. I raise my coffee mug with my left hand making sure my wedding ring is in plain view. "Nothing like relieving some stress with a strong cup of caffeine." We both laughed. Boom. Boom.
We converse for a few minutes. Small talk. "How long have you been in town?" "How's school?" "How's work?" "You're married, huh?" "Do you have a boyfriend now?" "Have you seen the new
Star Wars
movie?"
It becomes quiet. The talking never was our specialty. Boom. Boom.
She finally breaks the silence. "Hey, I need to get back to my apartment, I have some emails I have to shoot over a professor and some classmates."
Whew. She's being strong so I don't have to be. I don't have to make the hardest decision of my life. My pulse slows a bit. "Yeah, I guess I had better get back to..."
"Ya wanna come by? See my place?"
Boom. Boom.
"Oh. Uh. I dunno, I mean, I'm working," I try to protest. I don't do a very good job.