Out of Peoria: A Story of Innocence lost.
Chapter 9: Love at last?
We met at an office gathering, a celebration of some kind of milestone in the companies’ history. I can’t remember what this was because from the moment I set eyes on her, all I could think about was Heidi.
Cecil introduced us.
“I don’t think you’ve met our new Head of Special Accounts,” he said to the tall bronzed, blonde lady at his side. “Heidi, meet Susan. She’s the most successful “HSA” we’ve ever had. Susan, my wife, Heidi.”
I took the proffered hand and registered that gleam in her eye. She knew. She knew everything, and yet she did not care. I think we both knew in that instant. It was love at first sight.
We did not talk that evening. Heidi was too busy doing the rounds --- Cecil’s trophy wife being shown off! We eyed each other, though. at every available opportunity, but it was only as the evening drew to a close that we came again in close proximity.
Occasions of ‘corporate celebration’, which fortunately happened only rarely, brought many influential men into town and, as the world turns, important “intimates” of the company, if they were in high favor, got to spend the night with me at my apartment. This was a singular honor because the location of my apartment along with my unlisted phone number, were closely regarded secrets. So my ‘partner for the night’, my third in three nights, was a ‘close friend’ of Cecil’s, at least so he said and so he must have been to gain the ‘honor’ of my attentions.
As a close friend of Cecil’s, it was inevitable that we would not leave without taking our leave, as it where, and while he was saying his good-byes to Cecil, Heidi took the opportunity to say goodbye to me too. Her voice was cool and proper. It was our eyes that dazzled. When our hands parted I found a small sliver of paper left behind. I pocketed it silently, and with a parting, final glance into those piercing blue eyes, set off to ‘work’.
I don’t know whether my companion of the night noticed anything, almost certainly not. He was fairly drunk and drank an additional ample portion of the Macallan before we got down to business. He laid a hand on his thigh, but moved up too quickly and his clumsy attempts to stimulate my cunt did nothing for me except to strengthen my already strong desire to ensure that he was rendered ‘neutral’ as soon as possible. Murmuring appreciation, I fished his cock out of his pants and went down on it. He fingered me avidly as I did so, his forefinger penetrating my vagina, again too soon. Feigning arousal, I invited him to the bedroom where we unclothed each other. Then I laid him down on the bed and started serious work on his cock.
He came in my mouth even before I had him properly hard. Then he fell sound asleep. On my way back from the bathroom, I washed the remaining taste of him away with a slug of scotch and hastened to pick up the jacket of my suit from where it lay on the floor. In the pocket was that precious sliver of paper. All that was on it was a cell phone number. That was all, but it was enough.
Returning to the bed, I slipped in next to my gently snoring companion, and began to masturbate. And you will not need to guess who the object of my fantasy was, as I frigged away and orgasm succeeded orgasm!
In the morning my only thought was to get to my phone. But my companion, it seemed was a morning person. I awoke with his hand on my cunt, and this was soon followed by his tongue and lips. I spread my legs like a good whore does, and let him have his way, moaning and groaning as though his ministrations were doing for me what in fact was the opposite from what they were really doing! Rarely have I been so thoroughly turned off when having my cunt licked! I simulated an orgasm, but this just encouraged him, and with an agility that belied his age and girth, he straddled me and kept on tonguing my clit while I worked on his cock. I sucked him hard and kept on sucking, but this only encouraged him yet further and after a while he was fully erect. I had to mount him and ride him, which as you can imagine I did with full force, banging down onto him so we sank deep into the mattress before riding up, pausing, teasing his cock tip with my pussy lips and then falling on him again with the full weight of my body.
But even this did not get him off and I groaned inwardly as I felt his cock turn limp again. Dismounting, I sucked it back to life. A further round of hard-fucking, with the same result. No matter how hard I tried, I could not get him off. We sucked and fucked in every conceivable position and if he was surprised at the urgency with which I bounced up and down on his cock, he would have been even more surprised if he had known the reason for my alacrity!
Eventually, a ferocious, prolonged two-handed wank with him standing and me kneeling at his feet had him cum, again in my mouth, but I did not care. I was only too relieved that it was over.
I declined his enthusiastic invitation to lunch, pleading urgent business, and heaved a huge sigh of relief as the door closed on his back.
I lunged for the phone. She answered immediately, a husky, sexy voice with a slight foreign accent.
“Where are you?”
“At home.”
“Where’s home?”
I told her.
“I’ll be there in half an hour.”
Hastily I showered, feeling as nervous as a high school girl on her first date. I had just finished shaving and oiling my vulva when the bell rang. Throwing on a robe, barefoot, hair wild, free and all over the place, I raced for the door. She entered silently. Neither of us spoke. The robe and Heidi’s dress slipped simultaneously to the floor. And so did we. Right there on the carpet it began, fondling, scratching, biting, rolling over and over, groaning, moaning, screams of ecstasy, on and on, into the bedroom and onto the bed for more, more and yet more ---- there was no end to it, and neither of us wanted there to be.
But end it had to, and with a jolt. We were lying side by side fingering each other playfully, working up the energy for another bout when Heidi’s eyes cast a glance at the clock.
“Mein Gott!”
She staggered to her feet.
“I have to leave you darling,” she said. “I promised Cecil --- he’s having ‘very important people’ to dinner.”
She accented ‘very important people’, indicating sarcasm. “Trophy wife has to be there.”
As she was pulling on her dress she looked down at me, lying spread-eagled on the bed.
“I don’t make many concessions to Cecil,” she said. “But some are smart.”
“Don’t feel bad,” I said, glumly. “I have to entertain one of his friends tonight. Obviously not a ‘very important one’.” My tone mirrored hers.
“Ha! There you go. At least I don’t have to shag them!”
I looked up at her, but her wicked smile diffused the remark of all offense.
“Don’t worry,” she said. “I’ve been there too. There aren’t many places where I haven’t been.”
I paused, then said, tentatively,
“Have you been before where we just were?”
Heidi did not hesitate a moment. She leant down and caressed my cheek.
“No, dear. I have not. There I have never been before.”
Then her manner turned business-like. “You better get working on yourself. Your mate for the night is going to think you been rolling in a gorse bush!”
I looked at myself and realized what she meant. My body was covered with thin red lines, blotches and bruises.
“Holy cow!” I, too, leapt to my feet, surveying the damage.
“Serves you right for being such a tiger,” Heidi said playfully. “Gotta run. Ciao!”