Gloria's back arched slightly as she neared climax. her blouse was unbuttoned so she could feel up her 36C breasts. She had long ago peeled off her panties, tossed them by the couch, and hiked up her skirt so her other hand could work her shaved pussy. She was close. Sweat beaded on her forehead at the edge of her soft black curly hair.
Then the doorbell rang. Fuck! Not again! Whatever. She'd ignore it. She kept rubbing herself. Who could it even be? No. Focus.
Then whoever it was started knocking, an insistent rap. Was it the delivery guy again? Had he forgotten something? He had left pretty quickly ten minutes ago.
It wasn't how she had planned to spend the day. It had started with a Saturday brunch date with a guy she met online. The website focused on getting people into long-term relationships, but plenty of guys on it were also open to more casual flings. Midway through brunch, her date got an urgent call. He apologized, and she politely played it cool as he took it. As she listened, she could tell what was happening. Sure enough. Big demo for a key investor coming up unexpectedly. All hands on deck, especially the founder. Did he have to go in right away, she had asked, folding her arms so she could push up her tits and reveal they were naked under her blouse. He had sighed and asked for a rain check. She had made polite noises, but she was young and her profile pic was her in a skimpy bikini. There was a line of suitors out the virtual door. He had been decent enough to pay for brunch, at least.
But she had gotten herself excited beforehand and lay down on her living room couch to get herself off when she got home. She had envisioned her date fondling her as she caressed her breast under her blouse and slowly lifted her skirt. She had been nice and warmed up when the doorbell rang, startling her. The delivery person had been halfway to their truck by the time she opened her door. All that for some new water glasses she had ordered.
She had grumbled, sighed, and returned to the couch. She had gotten herself comfortable again, slowly unbuttoned her blouse, pulled her panties off, and gone to work.
The knocks paused and restarted. God damn it.
"Hold on!" She stood up, straightened her skirt, and did up some buttons on her blouse. She stomped to the door, flung open the door, and growled out an unwelcoming "What is it?"
"Hey, Gloria," said the young man standing there. "It's been a while."
It took her a moment. And then she remembered. About a year and a half ago, she had offered herself as a sex slave to her yard boy and his friend for the summer. Usually they fucked her by themselves. Sometimes they brought friends. Including the young man who, by coincidence, shared a section of her back fence.
"Stan?"
"I'm touched you remember me. I sure remember you." His eyes slid down her body, and she glanced down as well. She hadn't done up as many buttons as she thought, and she hadn't lined up the buttons with the right buttonholes. That was a noticeable amount of cleavage.
"Yeah, sure. Why are you here?"
He held up a manila folder that had been at his side.
"I think we should talk inside. It's a little private."
She threw up her hands. "Ugh. Fine!" She waved him in and then closed and locked the door behind him.
By the time she got to the dining room, there were some pictures on the table and he was laying out more.
"What the fuck?!" she shouted as she glanced down and saw herself sunbathing in the nude. Taking a guy on all fours. Stan was just laying down one of her sucking a guy's dick. "You've been spying on me?!"
He held up his hands. "I was taking nature pictures for a class I'm in. You happened to be in frame." She looked at him skeptically.
"Okay, you're a peeping tom. Yay for you."
"I asked myself what would happen if I sent these to your boss. Or other people."
She cocked her head. And then laughed. He looked confused. He wouldn't know.
"If you send them to my boss, he'll probably just add them to his collection." Stan's brow furrowed. "He found amateur porn of me and has held it over me ever since. Just yesterday he requested a TGIF party with him and a senior partner." She pointed to the picture of her on all fours. "It was like that, but with two guys and on his desk. Oh, and I kept my high heels on." He frowned.
"Oh my god. Were you going to blackmail me?" He glumly nodded, and she burst out laughing. "That's so cute!" He grimaced.
"So now I want to know. What happens if I tell your dad about this nature photography?"
At this Stan smiled. "He saw the first batch and bought me a zoom lens."
She frowned. "And what about your mom?"
Stan grimaced again. "They split a few months back. She's living in Southern California now."
"Aw, I'm sorry. That sucks." She was divorced, but there were no kids involved, thank god.
He shrugged. "It was dad's fault. He was practically flaunting his mistresses at her." She briefly wondered what his dad was like in bed. She brushed the thought away.
She was about to send him packing when she paused. She was horny as fuck, and Stan was a good lay. A decent enough dick, but he had great stamina and when he came it was like a faucet of spunk. Hmm.
"So what was going to be the price for these pictures?" Like she didn't know. He had the good grace to look embarrassed.
"Sex."
She gasped and put her hand to her mouth. "I'm so shocked."
"Yeah, yeah."
"But just sex?"
He shuffled his feet and looked at the ceiling. "Fine. I was going to make you do whatever I wanted."
"My word!" she said with more faux shock. "And that was going to include sex?" He nodded. "I'm guessing not just once?" He shook his head.
"Well, we seem to be at a stalemate, then." He glumly nodded. "But I have to wonder. Why not just come over and ask for sex?"
He blinked in surprise. "I guess I figured you'd say no."
"Well, that's possible. But I might have said yes, and you could have saved yourself how many months of work?"
Now he looked sheepish. "Uh, a few."
"I mean, you could've asked and if I said no move to this ridiculous plan. It never hurts to ask, right?"
"I guess not. I just. I just really wanted to make sure you said yes."
