On the Rebound

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It was a night out, and that was all Paul wanted after his twenty years of marriage had fallen apart overnight. So he had left his hotel room and walked over to the nearby pub and found a quiet booth. And he was glad that it was a quiet place. Most bars and pubs had a hundred screens blaring sports and news and he wanted quiet more than he wanted the blended whiskey and cold beer that now sat before him. He sighed in contentment and sat back with his book in hand and no expectations aside from getting pleasantly drunk before he walked back over to his hotel room and crashed out for the night. And he had every intention of waking up whenever he felt like waking up instead of when Janice told him he should wake up.

And when the drinks were gone he ordered more, not caring about the cost and thoroughly enjoying having a second and then a third without his wife bitching at the side of his head and scowling as he drank them. No... Janice wasn't his wife anymore... his ex-wife! That brought him more pleasure than he would have ever admitted, even when drunk. His marriage had started on a good note; he had met this sexy, adventurous, fun young woman and he hadn't wanted the fun to end, so he had made his girlfriend into his wife. The fun had begun to fade almost immediately and after five years together, in an attempt to save their flagging marriage, he had made his wife into a mommy. It hadn't saved their marriage and they had spent the last fifteen years trying to raise two boys while slowly growing to hate one another.

But then last month everything had changed. His grandfather had passed away and had left him a considerable sum of money and he had sat down with Janice and they had made the best decision they had made in years. They had taken off their wedding rings and smashed them with a hammer. After that the paperwork had been a mere formality. He had given her two thirds of the money his grandfather had left him and let her have custody of the boys and he had taken what he wanted from their home and moved out. It was sort of sad to him that everything in the world he had wanted had all fit in his car, but he hadn't been able to think of a single thing that he wanted that was still in that house.

So now he was seated in a pub with his fourth pint as he looked at the list of drinks and waited for the double-cheeseburger he had ordered to arrive when a shadow fell across his table. Thinking it was the waitress returning with his food he looked up and froze. It wasn't the waitress, it was someone he knew; Grace, the young intern from work... or his ex-work.

Grace who liked to flirt with him and tease him and mess around and make him smile... Grace who wasn't even half his age... Grace who always smelled so good when he was near her... Grace who was absolutely adorable in her midriff-baring tank top and yoga pants with her smile beaming at him, hands on her hips and her blue eyes sparkling.

"Hey Paul! I've never seen you in here before." She said and he couldn't help but smile, she was just so infectiously happy and he had to admit that she looked... she looked warm.

"Hey Grace, how are ya?" He asked with a smile, half drunk and more relaxed than he had been in years.

"I'm pissed." She said, still smiling. "You never said goodbye, I had to find out that you quit through an E-mail."

"Yeah, I'm sorry about that... I just couldn't be at that place anymore." He said with a shrug. "And as soon as I didn't have to be there I left."

"Well, you-know-who has been bitching to everyone about how you screwed the company." She said, talking about his ex-boss, who he didn't even want to think about at the moment. "He's talking about getting lawyers involved to force you to come back again."

"I'd kick his fucking teeth in if he tried it." Paul said, shifting a bit and gesturing to the booth. "Come sit down, let me buy you a drink or something and we can catch up."

"What would your wife think of it?" She asked, still standing but clearly considering it.

"I quit my marriage the same day I quit my job." He said, showing her his hand, now devoid of the ring he had worn for two decades. "Papers were finalized yesterday."

"Shit... I'm sorry to hear that, man." She said as she slid into the booth next to him, surprising him with a hug that bathed him in her scent. God... she smelled so good and she was even warmer than she looked.

"Well, I'm not and neither is Jan. I think this has been coming for a long time now and we just finally had the funds to do it." He shrugged and reached for his mug as he saw the waitress approaching with his food. "I'll miss my boys, but I'm already happier than I've been in years."

The waitress set the food down and took his empty glasses. "Another beer?" She asked and he nodded.

"Yeah, and I'll try the Glen Scotia 25... make it a double, and one for her too." He said with a gesture at Grace. "You want anything else? A beer or something to eat?"

"You buyin?" She asked and when he nodded she grinned. "Then hell yeah! That burger looks so good, and a beer, whatever's on tap."

"Sure thing." The waitress nodded and moved away and Grace relaxed back in the booth, looking at him curiously.

"What's up?" he asked as he picked at his fries, one eyebrow raised.

"Nothin." She said with a shrug. "Just didn't figure you for someone who drank whisky older than I am. That stuff's like thirty dollars a pour and you just ordered four of them."

"I've always wanted to try it." He said with a shrug. "And now I have no reason not to."

"Fuck, must be nice." She said with a laugh.

"It is." He said with a smile, glancing at her body and not caring if she noticed. She was young and fit and lean with good long legs and firm young breasts high on her chest and framed nicely by her top. When he got up to her face she was smiling a bit but she said nothing as the waitress reappeared with their drinks. She reached for the scotch first, sniffing it with a smile and sighing in contentment.

"Shit... this was made before I was even born." She sniffed again, her eyes closed, and he watched her mouth. Her lips were moist and full and he wanted to see if they were as soft as they looked, but instead he reached for his own glass and forced himself to look away from her. "That smells so good!" She sipped it and he caught himself watching again as she savoured the taste and then swallowed and licked her lips.

"So, does it taste as good as I think?" He asked and she nodded.

"Oh yeah... better maybe. So smooth." She sighed and sipped again and he did the same. It was like ambrosia on his tongue, smooth and smoky and it slid down easily to warm his belly as he watched her and realized that she was watching him.

"You know I've had a crush on you for like... a year now?" She asked out of the blue and he laughed a little. "What's so funny about that?" She asked and he shook his head with a sigh.

"Grace, you're adorable." He said, trying not to show how much what she had just said had shaken him. "You're sexy as hell and you smell great and you look so damn good and you're also nineteen and I'm... not."

"I'm twenty now. My birthday was the day after you quit." She said with a pout.

"Sorry, if I had known I'd have sent you flowers or something." He said.

"Not a biggie, but what does my age have to do with anything?" She asked.

"Other than the fact that I'm old enough to be your father?" He asked and she shrugged it off.

"So? You're not married anymore so who cares if you're seeing someone younger than you?"

"Twenty four years younger than I am?" He asked. "You were born the year I got married for god's sake."

"But you're not married now." She said, watching him with a strange expression. "And I don't care about age, Paul, I never have." She sipped her whisky again and watched him and he sighed and drained half of his beer as he turned it over in his head.

He wasn't married anymore so why did he care about this? Just because she was only five years older than his oldest son? Just because she was five years younger than what she was drinking? He had thought about her a lot over the last year or so that she had been working with him. He glanced at her again and she was watching him, smiling as she savoured her drink and the waitress arrived with her plate. They talked about little things as they ate, but her words were in the back of his mind and he couldn't help but look at her, couldn't help but check her out as they chatted over little inanities and savoured their drinks and relaxed. When the food was gone and they were on their next beers, she looked over at him with a smile and brought up what he had been dreading.

"So you've been checking me out since I sat down, are you gonna do anything or just look?" She asked and he sighed again.

"If you keep teasing me I'm going to take you back to my hotel room, strip you bare-assed naked, spank your ass and I won't let you have your clothes back until someone comes looking for you." He threatened and she just smiled before she replied.

"You promise?" She asked, a bit teasingly and he had had enough to drink at that point that he decided to see just how far she was willing to go.

"Come here." He said and she leaned closer.

He turned and slid his hand across her throat and up, cupping her cheek and caressing her lower lip with the pad of his thumb as he drew her in, leaning in to meet her for a slow, sensual kiss. Her lips were even softer than they looked and he enjoyed the feel of them as she moaned. He took the opportunity to dip his tongue past her lips and tangle with hers, tasting the hints of her meal and the smoky sweetness of the whisky as she practically melted against him. He felt her small hand on his thigh, sliding up higher toward where he was suddenly and painfully erect and when he let her have a moment to breathe she gasped and then kissed him again. She was eager and hungry and the taste of youthful innocence and inexperience added a sense of excitement like a hint of spice to the kiss. When she finally sat back in the booth, her hand slipping off of his thigh, her eyes were closed as she sucked on her lips and smiled and he could see her nipples clearly as they poked through her top. She opened her eyes as her lips came out, swollen and moist and full and he suddenly wanted another kiss from her and he didn't want it to end there.

"So where's your hotel room?" she asked and he laughed a little and finished off his beer.

"Across the street." He said and she sat forward again, her hand sliding up his thigh to grip his cock through his pants as she kissed neck and whispered in his ear.

"If I don't get this cock inside of me within the next five minutes I'm going to change my mind." She said, giving him a hard squeeze as she said it and he grabbed her hand and headed for the door.

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It took two minutes to pay off his tab and three minutes to cross the street, but she didn't call him on that as they got into the elevator at the hotel. As soon as the doors were closed he turned back to her, wanting a kiss and a feel of her body. But she had leaned back against the far wall and as he watched she hooked her thumbs into her top and peeled it up, baring her small, perfect tits. She wore no bra and he just stared as she smiled and slid her hands down her body, caressing herself until her hands reached her waist and she pushed her pants down to show that she wore nothing under them and he stared as she stepped forward, her hands coming to rest on his chest as she brought her mouth to his once again. She was even warmer now and he slid his hands across her back and down to cup her ass, pulling her close and pressing at her rear with one fingertip. She whimpered and moaned but otherwise did nothing to deter him. When the doors opened he tried to catch her hand but she shook her head and bit her lower lip.

"Is there anyone in the hall?" She asked and when he glanced around and shook his head. Smiling even more, she stripped off the top and threw it to him before she did the same with her pants, turning and bending at the waist to show off her body. When she stood she passed him the rest of her clothes and then took his hand, letting him lead her down the hall to his room. And he couldn't stop staring at her. She looked so good... her flat tummy and the slight flare of her hips, the neat strip of hair over her pussy and he saw something flash and glimmer when she walked and he wanted to know what it was. She wasn't even slightly embarrassed by her nudity as she went with him down the hall and when he opened his door she pulled her hand out of his when he tried to get her to follow. She shook her head and bit her lip again as she sank to her knees.

"Grace, what are you..." He began but she just reached out and grabbed his belt and drew him back into the hall.

"I said I wanted your cock inside of me in five minutes... that was ten minutes ago." She said as she worked at his belt. "I'm not waiting anymore." He couldn't even think much less speak as she unfastened his pants and pushed them down then pulled down his boxers and laughed as his cock sprang free. She leaned in and kissed him there, looking up with a smile as she nuzzled into his length and her tongue came out to taste him.

"Jesus Christ." He gasped as he watched her and she laughed a little then closed her eyes and turned her head, sniffing deeply. He felt a bit embarrassed, knowing that he was sweaty but she smiled even wider and kissed his shaft again then licked him.

"Mmmmmm..." She moaned as she looked up at him, her blue eyes so clear and bright as her hands came to rest on his thighs. "You taste even better than that scotch. I should have just gotten under the table and blown you at the pub." Then she placed kisses on his shaft as she caressed his legs and rose up a little before capturing the head of his cock with her mouth, caressing him with her lips and tongue in a way that made it very clear that she had done this before. She bobbed her head and took a bit more of him past her lips, coating him with her saliva as she suckled and he groaned, bracing himself on the doorframe, unable to look away from her. He had never had this happen to him even once in his life and suddenly here he was with a girl less than half his age on her knees in the hallway of a hotel sucking his cock with clear pleasure.

When her hand cupped his balls he groaned and gritted his teeth as she shifted and her breasts, so soft and warm, caressed his thighs. Her nipples were hard points against his flesh and she moaned, savouring the feel of him in her mouth as she took a little more, bobbing her head and laving him with her tongue and he panted, fighting for control as he reached down and grabbed her, one hand sliding through her hair to grasp the back of her neck while the other grabbed her arm and he pulled her to her feet and kissed her. She yelped in surprise but then melted into the kiss, her bare body against his and her hands reaching for his cock, caressing and stroking him and he just stood there for a long, long time.

"Why did you stop me?" She asked, panting for breath when he finally let her out of the kiss. "I wanted you to cum all over my face." He laughed and held her closer, his hands running up and down her back as she nuzzled into his throat, kissing and biting him gently. God, she was so damn warm... he had thought she would be but this was so much more than he had imagined. She was like a furnace wherever he touched her and he was only barely able to control himself enough to get her into the room and not just take her right there in the hallway. The door slammed and he backed her up against it as she tugged at his clothes. He kicked out of his shoes and his pants and she got his shirt over his head and then he was back at her, his arm going around her as he kissed her and she moaned, hopping up and being pinned between him and the door. Her legs went around his waist and her arms around his neck and he held her there, kissing her as his hands slid up and filled with her breasts. She sobbed when he squeezed and he lowered his head to her throat, feeling her racing pulse against his lips and her heartbeat under his fingers, her nipples two hard points against his palms as she moved her hips and pressed her pussy against the girth of his cock.

He had thought she was warm before, but when he felt her pussy she nearly scalded him with the heat of her core. She was gushing, dripping wet as her hips moved, gyrating and rubbing against him and he could smell the scent of her, musky and sweet at the same time as she panted and held on to him, kissing him wherever she could reach, her hands sliding through his hair and her moans and whimpers like music to his ears.

"Wait..." She said suddenly, leaning back against the door, her hands on his shoulders and her hair a mess around her face. "We can't... not yet..."

"What? Why?" He asked and he raked her hair back and smiled at him.

"Because you said you were going to spank my ass first." She said with a grin and he laughed and kissed her before he stepped back from the door. As soon as her feet hit the floor he dragged her toward the bed and sat down with her over his lap. She laughed as he caught her arm and pulled it behind her back with one hand and delivered a sharp, firm slap to her bare ass with the other one. A gasp escaped her and she turned her head, looking at him with wide eyes through the chaotic cloud of her hair. He saw the look in her eyes and gave her another slap, making her gasp. Her back arched and then she lay almost limp across his lap as he rubbed her bare skin with his palm.

"Again." She said, a little breathless, and he obliged, giving her a swat that was more playful than serious and she used her free hand to push the hair out of her face before she focused on him. "Come on, Paul, hit me. If you don't leave a mark it doesn't count."

He gave her a hard, full-hand slap then and she gasped and jumped but he saw the smile on her face so he hit her again, a sharp crack sounded and she whimpered and fell limp again, panting for breath as he gave her one more and he heard her moan so he caressed her, soothing the heated skin of her backside and slipping his fingers between her thighs to feel just how hot and wet she was. She was panting and squirming on his lap so he pushed her legs a bit further apart and slipped his fingers across her slit, drawing a moan from her and making her arch her back. When he found her clit, he felt the stud there and rubbed it gently. The effect was nearly instant; Grace pressed her face into the bed and cried out, her voice muffled as she came and he felt a sudden gush of wetness from her pussy. He rubbed and kept at her, doing his best to prolong her orgasm and she shook and sobbed for a long while before she came down from that high and lay on his lap, twitching and panting, trying to catch her breath. She mumbled something that he didn't catch as he soothed her, caressing her back and the red, warm flesh of her ass.

"What was that, Grace?" He asked.

She turned her head, her hair covering her face as she repeated herself. "That wasn't fair at all." she said and he smiled a little.

"Oh?" He queried, still caressing her skin, which was as soft and smooth as he had always thought it would be and even warmer now than it had been before. How could she be so warm? He wondered what she was going to feel like when he finally filled her, and he didn't want to wait to find out.

"Yeah... you made me cum already and you've barely touched me." She said, moving when he shifted and turning to sit in his lap with her head on his shoulder. He supported her back and she placed feathery little kisses on his jaw as she relaxed and caught her breath.

"I don't think having my cock in your mouth counts as 'barely' touching you." He said, slipping his hand across her thigh and caressing her skin again. He just couldn't get enough of touching her, the feel of her skin against his and the warmth of her... it was as addictive as any drug he could think of and he turned his head to catch her mouth with his own before she could reply. She was panting for breath again when he released her and she licked her lips, smiling and reaching up to touch his face.