Veronica and Eli

I'm an odd mixture of both extrovert and introvert. My sense of humor is surpassed only by my avoidance of normality. I chose a regular job because of flexibility rather than a higher paycheck. Being well-paid is only meaningful when you can enjoy life. Since most of my enjoyment in life derives from small moments, it only requires a little for me to navigate the line between living decently and starving.

A few years ago, I got divorced. It wasn't something I'd expected or planned for. However, a pivotal moment in my life propelled me to lose significant weight. Not that I lacked confidence before, but after the physical transformation, my old self returned. I enjoyed the awkwardness of being direct and honest.

My favorite compliment revived itself: "Wow!" Seeing someone attractive led me to once again frequently voice my opinion, leaving the woman in question to respond how she saw fit. Compliments came to me easily because all of the praise I offered was true and felt the moment I expressed it.

Three weeks ago, I acted upon instinct and got to know my match. Veronica worked at the same company I did. We often attended mandatory meetings, in which we traded "wtf" looks as management presented their nonsense. Most of our conversations around the company were quick jabs of humor. More than once, I noticed that Veronica took longer looks at me as if she were sizing me up. My coworker Jane told me Veronica was single and hadn't dated in quite a while. That fact surprised me because although Veronica was a little older, she was beautiful and seemed to be in great shape.

The encounter started innocently enough. Leaving work, I walked to the large parking lot at the back of the main building. It was early in the morning, and the sun had yet to rise. Not paying attention, I casually looked at my phone as I walked along the shadowy sidewalk and entered the parking lot. Since I knew the parking lot well, I entered opposite the main sidewalk. There was only one other car on that end of the lot.

As I neared the vehicle in the lot at that hour, I heard a gasp. I looked up from my phone and smiled.

Veronica stood next to her Toyota. She wore black leggings and a black bra. Her shirt was crumpled in her hands. I assumed she was about to throw it over her head before I approached. In the reduced light, I could see that her breasts were nicely rounded, something I'd decided must be accurate based on previous encounters.

"Wow," I said, looking at her. She was about 5 '10" with long, blond hair and seemed to be about 45.

"Wow? Wow, what, Eli?" She didn't move to put her shirt on.

"You look amazing, Veronica." I made no further comment. The ball was in her court.

"You think so? You've never made a move before, Eli. You're just saying that because I'm standing here shirtless." She smiled.

"Being shirtless helps quite a bit, yes." I smiled back.

"Do you really think I'm stunning? I'm forty-six and not what I once was." She looked down and then back up, making eye contact.

I held eye contact with her, something I'd practiced doing the last couple of years. Whether she felt the electricity between us or not, I felt it travel down my spine and give me gooseflesh.

"You're stunning, regardless of your age. I've noticed you often, especially when you're laughing or moving. I could tell you were in good shape. I had no idea that you were in THIS good of shape." I smiled again.

Veronica decided to put on her shirt. She pulled it over her head and yanked the shirt down over herself. It took her a couple of seconds to situate her breasts comfortably. "I can't be that good-looking. People rarely ask me out." She shook her head.

"Well, you're good-looking. I'm not the only one stealing glances at you." I grinned.

"Oh? Do tell. Other men are looking at me like breakfast?" Veronica spoke in a teasing tone of voice.

"Not just the men. People speculate on why you're single."

Veronica laughed. "So you've been making inquiries? Why I'm single is a long story. And I'm glad you asked about me. I had hoped you'd ask me out several times."

"I'll make you a deal, Veronica. Are you interested?"

Veronica nodded yes.

"I want to take you out on a date if you'd like, wherever you want to go. How does that sound?" I felt like another person talking to her.

"It sounds like it took you long enough." Veronica laughed again.

"Permission to approach the bench, your honor," I said and laughed.

Veronica nodded.

I approached the remaining steps between us and held out my hands. Even though it was early in the morning, she reached out with her hands and grasped mine. It was a risk, but I'd leave her room to decide. I pulled her closer to me. My hands went to her waist and the other to her left shoulder. She leaned in as I kissed her lightly on the mouth.

As I pulled my mouth away, I told her, "People are scared to hit on beautiful people, Veronica. Surely you know that."

"It didn't stop you from kissing me in a shadowy parking lot at 4:30 a.m." She smiled.

"I note you didn't stop me, either. That means you find me attractive in some way." I spoke confidently because it had to be true.

Veronica nodded. "Yes, and I am not certain why. You're not my type, Eli. But I see how you move around like you're my age. There's something about your face that makes me want to..." Her voice trailed off, and she grinned.

"Finish the sentence. We've made it this far." I waited.

"Your face makes me want to have you kneel in front of me and hold it between my legs. That beard. I just know you love having your mouth on a woman." Her voice became remarkably softer at the end of her last sentence.

"That's true. Nice guys finish last. I could eat you for breakfast." I couldn't help but grin ear to ear.

"Really? It's been so long since I've felt that. It gives me the shivers to imagine." I watched as Veronica shook her upper body. If I touched her arms, they would be covered in gooseflesh. Somehow, I knew her nipples were hard, too.

The taste of her mouth was still on my tongue.

"Yes. That would be nice. And..." Veronica trailed off as I absurdly put my left index finger across her mouth.

Surprisingly, she laughed. I did, too. I heard her laugh start from a guttural place in her stomach.

"What I was going to add is this. I don't do this sort of thing, although I do fantasize about it often. I'm missing the taste, too." I cocked an eyebrow, unsure if she could see it in the dimmed light of the parking lot. The nearest light was twenty feet away.

"Mmm. You are? That is interesting." Veronica almost whispered it.

I stepped back toward Veronica. She moved back against her car as my hands found her face. I kissed her. Her mouth pressed hard on mine. I felt her hips push toward me. Both of us were a little starved.

Veronica's hand went to the front of my pants and squeezed. Her hips gyrated closer to me as her fingers rubbed the outline of my dick.

I moved to Veronica's left side and slid one hand down her back and toward her right thigh. She murmured and turned her head to kiss me.

She pulled away and whispered, "Eli, could you put a finger inside me? I need it. It's been SO long."

A bolt of electricity traveled out of my brain and into my body. I felt as if I'd stepped into an alternate reality. Not just because I'd admired Veronica from a distance for a while but because we were in a parking lot at an absurd hour, and both wanted to explode.

Neither of us bothered to look around the parking lot.

Veronica took my left hand and guided it to the top of her leggings. I let my hand slide between her smooth stomach and the leggings fabric. My fingers continued down. Veronica said, "Ahhh. Keep going. Please."

My fingers made contact with her as my middle finger rubbed over her clit and entered her. My right hand moved over and held her ass in the middle. Her hips were a little jittery.

I whispered to her, "It doesn't bother you to possibly be seen? It doesn't me, but I want you to feel comfortable before I make you cum."

Veronica shook her head no. She whispered back, "Keep your promise. Make me cum."

I responded by working my finger in and out of her and bringing my fingers across her clit. I pressed her ass with my hand to keep her stable. Time drifted away as I stood in the dim light, focusing on giving her what she needed. There was no better feeling in the world than helping a woman cum.

As Veronica's breathing quickened, I knew she was only moments away. I pulled my fingers out of her and out of her leggings.

"Oh. Oh my god! You stopped! Why did you do that?" She was almost pleading with me.

"I said I'd make you cum, Veronica. But I also remember what you said about holding my face between your legs." I felt like bending her over and fucking her. I'd probably only last five seconds if I chose that option. I wanted it to be about her.

Veronica didn't hesitate. She playfully pushed me back. She bent slightly and pulled her leggings down to her thighs, then to her feet. She pulled them over her shoes and held them up. She reached over and dropped them on the top of the car.

I couldn't believe how gorgeous she was. She had a small tuft of hair between her legs. I stood back and admired her.

"Eli, this gives me an idea for a fantasy I've always wanted. I think you're the man to give it to me. But that's for later." She smiled.

"And now?" I knew what she might say. She had been seconds away from a head-splitting orgasm. Her pussy was wet and flowing.

"Kneel and put your face in my pussy. Run your tongue on me until I cum. And do NOT stop." She panted, adding, "I can't believe I just said that."

I pulled her leggings from the top of the car and placed them in front of her. Veronica expected me to open the rear door and push her flat. No, I wanted her to get her literal wish. I kneeled on the leggings. Before my tongue reached her pussy, her right hand was already behind my head, forcefully pushing my face into her.

I struggled to get my tongue inside her. I was going to give her the female version of a sloppy blowjob and make her cum however I had to. I stood up a second.

Grabbing her right leg, I raised it and put it over the top of her side mirror. Her eyes widened.

"Do it," she said. It's just a mirror."

I kneeled down again, adjusted the leggings under my knees, and buried my face into her. It was the perfect angle to expose her. I ran my tongue slightly inside her and back up across her clit. My hands went to her hips. Her left hand tried to gain a grip along the top of the car behind her, and her right hand went behind my head, hungrily forcing me into her. Her pussy lubricated my face and beard. Although I could barely breathe, I was determined to make her cum. A small fantasy brought to life in the most unexpected of places.

I worked her clit hard with my tongue. There'd be time later to learn exactly how she liked it. For now? I only wanted to feel her hips shake and for her to flood my face.

Veronica grunted each time my tongue forced its way up to her clit. Instinctively, I realized this time that's what she needed. I cupped my mouth around her clit and wildly ran it in all directions against the nub of her. I felt her hips quiver but had no idea if she was a slow summer or a fast one. Her right and pushed and clawed at the back of my head.

Veronica screamed. I didn't let it distract me as her left leg on top of the mirror shook violently. Her orgasm flooded my face with more wetness than I expected. I continued to flick across her clit as the spasms continued. She screamed again, this time a little less loudly. Each spasm elicited a smaller scream. Though the intensity of each subsequent spasm lessened, I did not slow my onslaught. Her hand gripped the back of my head. Her hips attempted to lock.

"Ahhh! Damn. Too much. Don't stop, though!" She could barely speak as her leg shook and her hand gripped my head. I continued for at least fifteen more seconds. Finally, I pulled my face away and looked up at her. I couldn't see her face clearly, but I could see a smile on her lips as she looked down at me, her hand still on my head. I kissed and nibbled the tops of her thighs. My right hand tickled lightly across her stomach and then did the same on the back of her legs.

I stood up and carefully helped her remove her leg from the mirror. She leaned hard against the car, almost unable to stand.

"Fuck, that was amazing! Not just because it's been a long time." Veronica was still panting a little bit.

"Why was it amazing, then?" I smiled, tasting her all over my face.

"It was knowing you wanted ME to cum. And knowing you'd do anything to make it happen."

"How long has it been?" I asked her without thinking it might imply I was prying. On the other hand, I gave her an orgasm in the parking lot, so etiquette didn't seem necessary.

"Since I came? About four hours ago. With a person? Almost two years." When Veronica spoke, I could hear the truth behind her words.

"That's such a waste. Four hours ago? That means you came at work, didn't you?"

Veronica laughed. "Yes. Hard. Twice. I didn't realize you were at my disposal, or we'd have done it in the supply closet."

I stood and kissed her, my hands around her and touching her back. She shivered.

"It has been too long for being touched like that, too, Eli."

"Like what? Isn't this how people touch?" I replied.

"Not in my experience." She pretended to frown.

"Maybe we can fix that, Veronica?" I chuckled.

"Oh, I have a feeling that you indeed can. I feel decently fixed now." She laughed.

I kissed her again, taking my time. She wasn't nervous about tasting herself on my lips.

Veronica's right hand reached my hard dick through my pants.

"We gotta take care of this."

I hesitated. "That's okay. This was enough."

"You are such a giver. As if I would let you go through the day with this thing sticking out in front of you." Veronica laughed more loudly.

"Nice guys finish last. But they finish. And you are, too." Veronica stepped away and moved in front of me as she pushed me against the car. "Now shut up. I'm going to make you cum, you dirty bastard." We both laughed when she said it.

Veronica's fingers unbuttoned my pants and then worked the zipper down. She pulled my pants down to my thighs and then did the same with my underwear.

My dick stuck out straight in front of me.

Veronica moved slightly to my left and used her left hand to pump me. Her fingers gripped me tightly on the way toward the head of my dick and lightly as they returned to the base. It felt exquisite. It had been a long time since a woman touched me with such interest.

I spaced my legs further apart as her hand began to move faster.

"Really? That close already?"

I nodded yes as she pumped me.

I let myself go, focusing on the sensation of Veronica standing next to me, intent on returning the favor of an orgasm. Veronica bent at the waist and held her mouth a couple of inches from the head of my dick. She spit on her hand, and her fingers immediately felt silkier. Her grip tightened in both directions as she pumped me. She kept her face close to the tip of my dick.

I looked across the rear of the parking lot briefly. If someone were watching, they were getting quite a show. Honestly, I was going to cum even if the Pope emerged from the shadows. I desperately needed this.

As the pressure mounted in my body, I knew I was really close.

Veronica moved her right hand to my balls and, without warning, bobbed her lips over the head of my dick and held them there. Her mouth was hot and smooth. The idea of cumming in her mouth propelled me to suddenly orgasm.

I don't think Veronica expected so much cum. I grunted repeatedly as her lips tightened around my dick, and each shot of cum went into her mouth. She didn't stop bobbing her head or circling my dick with her quick fingers. I knew I was cumming a lot, but the sensation of seeing her head on me and wanting me to finish in her mouth just about made me faint. The orgasm began to fade. Veronica moved her hand more slowly but gripped my dick harder and pulled hard on my dick with each upstroke. She was pulling the cum out of me.

After a few seconds, I let out a sigh of unimaginable satisfaction.

"That's how I felt. Isn't it wonderful? We've been starving for no reason. Who knew?" She laughed.

Even though I was still shaking and feeling it everywhere, I laughed, too.

"Thank you, Veronica," I told her.

"Don't thank me with words, Eli. Thank you."

"If not with words, how?" I absent-mindedly spoke, trying to recover from the mind-blowing orgasm.

"I've decided you're going to be my fantasy fulfiller. I'm not asking you. I'm telling you." She laughed again.

"Like I'd object to that!" I pulled her up to kiss me again.

Veronica turned and laid her body against mine as we kissed.

We held this position for a couple of minutes, each sighing and coming down from the heights of fantastic orgasms.

"Let me help you with your leggings," I told her.

As I kneeled and helped her get her feet back through the leggings, she playfully grabbed the back of my head and pushed back into her.

"We're doing this again. A lot."

"I'm good with whatever you want, Veronica." I kissed her on the nose.

"Next time? You're tying me up."

An electric shock went through my body again. I wanted to put her in the back seat and fuck her. But I simultaneously wanted to lie in bed and have her lay on me, pressing her entire weight onto me.

I moved to lean against Veronica's car. I didn't have to ask her to stand in front of me. She turned and leaned back against me. As I held her, we listened to the distant highway traffic and touched like we'd known each other for years.

"Eli, our first date is Saturday." Veronica squeezed her hands against my arms.

"Thank you for letting me know, Veronica. Saves time." I almost giggled.

"Since you told me you'd go wherever you'd like, you're coming to my apartment. You better eat before you arrive." Veronica tried to avoid laughing. Instead, she almost barked a single laugh as she leaned into me.

"What kind of date are we having?" I suspected Veronica was going to say something adventurous. I was right.

"The kind where you help me live out a sexual fantasy."

Veronica pushed her hips back against me. She felt my dick getting hard against her.

"Can I give you a little orgasm before we go?" I whispered the request.

I felt Veronica shiver in my arms. "I was hoping you would, Eli."

I moved my right hand into Veronica's leggings and dipped my middle finger inside of her. She gasped as I worked my finger inside her.

Veronica grabbed my left forearm with both hands as I moved my finger slowly inside her. She turned her head slightly and whispered, "Rub my clit hard but slow. I'll cum quick if you do it that way."

I adjusted my left hand so that I could run my finger on and around her clit. Veronica's left leg moved out further, and her hips tilted slightly.

Within seconds, another small scream filled the darkened end of the parking lot.