Sitting in her car, Claire stopped to pause, her head resting on the steering-wheel as she absorbed the significance of the evening's events.
It was over at last, that much was certain. In all honesty, she admitted reluctantly to herself, it had been over for a long time. It had been good, of course; it had always been good, but tonight however, Claire realised, that it was finally time to close the door on that particular episode in her life firmly and finally.
This particular episode had lasted now for three years. He had a girlfriend, of course, and it had become clear to Claire very early in their relationship that he was never going to leave his girlfriend for her.
As she had done countless times since she'd met him, Claire cursed herself for getting involved with an attached man. Although she had come, reluctantly, to accept her position as 'the other woman', she had always hoped it would come to more. Time after time, she had told herself to walk away, to forget about him and chalk it down to experience. It hurt her too much, to give herself to a man who, as much as he enjoyed being with her, would never give himself entirely to her.
It wasn't just the sex that kept her coming back for more; if it had been, ending it would have been so much easier. The truth was that Claire had fallen in love with him, despite the risk and despite the pain. She knew she should never have let it happen; but it had, and for that reason, she had kept it going.
So, for three years they had carried on their affair; meeting just for sex. Sometimes he'd be 'working late' and spend the evening at hers. At other times, she would sneak round to his when his girlfriend was away. Occasionally, they would book a hotel and get away together for a weekend of serious sucking and fucking. Despite the fact that it hurt so much when he returned to his girlfriend, Claire admitted that the illicitness of their situation had added a spice and excitement to their situation that she had found intoxicating.
They enjoyed many things together, but most of all, he loved having his cock sucked by her. Time and time again he told Claire that he had never met anyone like her; someone who could turn him on just by thinking about what she could do to him with her mouth.
This suited Claire perfectly. As much as he enjoyed the attention of her mouth, she loved to suck his cock. She loved the feeling of power over him that it gave her as she worked his long, thick shaft between her lips, letting her do all the work, lying there as she worked her magic, moaning with pleasure until he lost control, crying out her name as he flooded her mouth with his rich, thick load. Sometimes, however, her ministrations would get the better of him, and he would fuck her mouth hard, roughly pulling her hair with his hands. Few as those occasions were, Claire enjoyed them most of all for the confirmation of her skills.
At first, Claire had often thought it a bit unusual that, instead of being simply a form of foreplay, for him, having his cock sucked by her, was, more often than not, the main event. Strange or not however, she didn't mind. She had always been justifiably proud of her cock-sucking skills and she enjoyed having such an appreciative recipient for her talents. Although he never said as much, Claire had often assumed that his girlfriend had, at best, a reluctance to employ her mouth as part of their sex-life, and that had, perhaps, been a part of what had kept him returning to Claire.
In the end, however, it simply hadn't been enough. Although neither of them had wanted it to end, the truth was that it was hurting them both too much, and so, reluctantly, they had come to the decision to end it.
The wise thing to have done would have been to have ended it there, the last time that they had seen each other but, as she lay in his arms, her head resting on his chest, feeling his heart pound, her fingers gently stroking the cock that had so recently emptied yet another large load of cum down her throat, he had suggested an alternative. While accepting that they couldn't go on, he offered her an alternative, an IOU. If she ever wanted one last night she could have it, no strings, whenever she needed it.
Claire had been torn. While the idea of having one last time, taking pleasure in the way she made him feel had its appeal; having finally steeled herself to the inevitability of getting out of this situation, the idea that she could see him, only to leave him once more was almost too much for her to bear.
That had been three months ago.
In the end, the need to see him was too strong. While Claire had tried to deny it, she had missed the gratification that came from being with him. She missed the intense satisfaction she felt every time she'd taken him to boiling point, feeling his body stiffen and shake as he struggled to hold on, his thick cock swelling then pulsing as his cum flooded into her mouth.
When he had given Claire the IOU, he had known that, sooner or later, she would use it. Deep down, Claire had known it too, and that was why she had seen him tonight.
There was no surprise on his face when he opened the door to Claire, just a look of longing mixed with hunger. Without a word, Claire stepped inside and closed the door behind her. Without any hesitation, her lips were on his. Their bodies pressed firmly together, their hands roaming all over.
Feeling his body against hers, his breath hot in her mouth, Claire felt a sudden pang. If this was to be their last time, she wanted to make it memorable.
Without removing her lips from his, Claire began pushing him in the direction of the stairs. So many of their best sessions had taken place on that very staircase, when the urgency of their need had been too strong, the heat of their passion so intense that they simply couldn't wait to get started.
He sat back heavily. Claire knelt in front of him and began undoing his belt. He lifted himself up as she tugged his trousers and shorts down off his hips.
His cock, thick and hard, sprang free. Claire wrapped her fingers around it, feeling it twitch in response to her touch. "I've missed this," she said softly.
