Patrica A Man Eater

Today, the clock turned counterclockwise. The last two days dragged on without conversation or confirmation of the date set between them. It was assumed the original plan would hold. Tonight, Jack would be meeting Patricia on a "personal level" and he had mixed feelings about it. Was she really married? What would this meeting involve -- casual small talk over a drink? It could be something, but then again, it could be nothing at all - just a cocktail and some small talk. Yet, it could be the beginning of something good. To say the least, interesting. Jack was interested but for what reasons? He, himself, didn't really know. She was attractive, intelligent and seemed interested in him. What could go wrong?

Jack finished the monthly Supplies Report and put in on the secretary's desk for typing, duplication, and distribution on Monday - just as the clock ticked over to QUIT. He walked back to his office and bidding everyone a pleasant evening, as usual, a tidied his desk, grabbed his keys, turned out the light and walked out toward the door on time, this time. He usually avoided the rat race and traffic of rush hour by staying a little past quitting time so the employee parking lots would have time to empty. He felt differently about this today. He wasn't just going to the Holiday Inn this time for a couple of beers and some bar food while their house band played for Friday Happy Hour, as usual. He had an early date in another direction.

Gawd, Jack hated rush hour traffic, but he kept his calm and took his time by driving in the right-hand lane. His meeting wasn't until six and there was plenty of time. He wanted to get there first to scout out the rendezvous venue and have a thoughtful drink at the bar to cool his nerves before she arrived. The drive didn't take as long as he thought, but he pulled into the parking lot of the upscale hotel bar area and walked in. He was still light-blind and took off his sunglasses as he walked into the quiet, but comfortable bar called, 'The Library Room". It was an intimate place and filled with comfortable burgundy leather chairs and dark wooden cocktail tables with the obligatory candles at table center. The rows of bookshelves along the back wall separating the bar from the restaurant gave the place its name.

Approaching the bartender, he ordered a Scotch and water. With quick service to seemingly the only customer in the place, the drink was furnished in a flash. Jack left his cash on the bar, thanked him, and took long sip while casually glancing in the mirror above the bar before turning around. Patricia was already here with a glass of her own and sitting in a booth toward the middle of the sidewall. Startled, he raised his glass toward her and walked over to her table. Her silky white blouse was vertically striped with opaque panels in between the white so you could view her skin tone underneath and had a hand-tied bow at her neckline and simple but elegant jewelry. Looking up at him, she smiled. "Disappointed?"

"Well hardly, but I don't even get the pleasure of ordering you a drink, but it's good to see you. What are you having?

"Gin and tonic. How are you?" Patricia replied.

"I hate to say it, but I'm great,... now. Seeing you here has really made my day. It's been a couple of days since we spoke, so you've had plenty of time to change your mind."

"Why would you hate to say it?"

"Well, you know how male-female encounters go. If you show too much eagerness in the beginning it makes the other person feel like they've won the battle of the sexes without firing a shot - so to speak." Jack wondered if she would object to the battle metaphor.

"In that scenario, then Jack, what do you think about a girl who shows up first for a date? Do you feel like you've won the battle without firing your shot?" Patricia fired back with a coy grin.

"As I'm early too, I suspect we were both anxious to meet each other tonight and couldn't wait for the appointed time. We said six and it's only 5:30. Then again, I guess we both could have gotten a break with Friday night traffic. Wouldn't you?" Jack replied.

Patricia smiled wider this time, taking a sip from her glass and looking Jack square in the eyes over the rim of her glass. It was the kind of look a guy never forgets. The ultimate look of suggestion, enticement, promise and "warning" devil-woman inside. Jack reached for his glass and took another drink, this time draining his glass. As he turned around to try and attract the bartender's attention for another round of drinks, Patricia reached out and put her hand on his. Jack turned around. "You wouldn't want to spoil the mood, would you?"

With that, she rolled-over Jack's hand, palm side up and placed a hotel room keycard in it before closing his fingers around them and squeezed, then winked as his eyes met hers again. Jack grinned. Patricia smiled. The only question to be answered was "When?" It turned out to be rhetorical. Patricia reached for her purse and Jack slid out of the booth and extended a helping hand. It was the first time they touched and there was electricity. Sliding across the leather seats had generated a spark of static, but surely that wasn't the only spark going on.

Room #541 wasn't far away and easy to get to from the elevator. Jack opened the door to the double room and allowed Patricia to go in first. As he closed and locked the door, she had slipped out of her work heels and was loosening her tied blouse and working at the buttons. Jack tossed his navy sport coat over the chair and quickly tossed his tie on top of it as he kicked off his oxblood loafers. Quickly, she threw her blouse on the first bed and worked at her skirt zipper and then her pantyhose. Standing now, six feet apart, together in only their underwear, Jack walked slowly over to stand in front of Patricia. Only inches apart and they could feel the heat coming off each other's body. They smelled each other's personal aromas - a mixture of this morning's shower soap, soft mingling of colognes and a day at the office. It was calming, exciting and magnetic.

Jack reached around her waist to close the eight inches that separated them as Patricia very carefully slid her soft hands slowly up his arms to clasp her hands around his face and pull it down to hers as she rose on her tiptoes to kiss him slowly, softly, tenderly and deliberately. Jack's ears were feeling warm and his heart raced. They kissed again but with more passion than tenderness. There was anxiousness, lips and tongue sucking wetness. They were holding each other in an iron cage of arms and hands, daring each other to try and escape. Still holding the kissing, Patricia lifted her right leg and reached around behind Jack's and pulled the full hardness of him into her stomach. She moaned through her kiss as she reacted to his readiness.

Although neither of them wanted break up a good thing, Patricia pushed back, then reached around to unfasten her white lace over satin bra. Jack wanted to be a gentleman instead of assuming he should do it for her. He always seems to err on the side of caution. Patricia showed him there was no need to stand on ceremony and flung her bra over onto the pile of clothes on the other bed and was about to bend down for her panties when Jack stopped her. He carefully straightened her up and looked at her eye to eye before casting his gaze in wonder down to her beautiful and youthfully shaped breasts. Sure, they were smallish, but they were a perfect conical shape and stood proudly with excited pink nipples at the center. They fit her petite stature perfectly and proudly. Jack wanted to just stare and appreciate their perfection all day. Artists would stumble over themselves to immortalize them on canvas or in sculpture. He reached over to stroke them tenderly with his fingertips. As he attended to each breast, her flesh swelled under his touch pushing her nipple farther outward until he pressed its hardness into his palm. He gently squeezed it as he would a tender peach in the produce aisle. Perfect.

Her gaze met his again as if to say, "I take it you like them?" To which his smile gave him away saying, "Oh, yes. Very much so." It seemed they needed no further verbal communications as each one understood the other. They came together in another kiss, very much like their first one - soft, tender and sweet. The hugs came next until they escalated to the passion level again.

Jack reached down to pull back the bedspread and top sheet of the bed. Patricia waited for her invitation. Jack turned back toward her and kneeled in front of her. He wrapped his arms around her thighs just below the curve of her buttocks and tightened his grip. As he did so, he inhaled her musky scent, and his heart raced faster. He kissed her mound through her silky panties and reached for the waist band elastic then slowly slipped them down her legs carefully. He kissed her thighs, then her knees and each foot, one by one, as she stepped out of them. He stood and kissed her again. "You are a lovely work of art." He breathed into her ear as they continued to hug.

Jack tossed her panties onto her pile of clothes on the other bed as Patricia jumped into the place on the bed that Jack made ready for her. A little bit shy, Jack turned his back to hide his hardness as he bent over to remove his own shorts. When he did, Patricia bit his right ass cheek. Jack jerked and lost his balance, nearly falling over, but caught himself on the end table. "So, that's the way you want to play, huh?"

"No, not really, but it seemed like a good idea at the time. Now, get in here and keep me warm."

Jack did just that. Within seconds their legs were intwined in a full body grip not meant to be parted. Jack wanted to take things slowly and deliberately. It was their first time together. On the other hand, he wanted to try a few things he'd read in one of those sexual technique books that were so popular. Most of him just wanted to be inside her, deep and all the way inside her. He wanted to feel her heat and his cock was their thermometer. He wanted her to feel his too. That was just what Patricia had in mind as well. She reached down and positioned the tip of his hardness at the entrance to her secret palace that was anxious and straining to be fulfilled. As Jack assumed the kneeling push-up exercise position, Patricia used her tender fingers to move his penis head around and around her pussy, getting it well lubricated. She took the opportunity to stroke it between her thumb and forefinger a few times. She seemed satisfied at its size and smiled secretly. She motioned her hand inserting him inside her. She relaxed and allowing his push to enter her. Once inside, he would find her dripping hot with excitement and more than ready for everything he could give her. She took a deep breath. He began surging slowly.

She wanted more and faster, so she bucked her hips and pumped him inside her as far as she could then clamped down with her muscles on his hardness. Jack moaned and slowly pulled back only to thrust forward again and pounded at her, again and again and again, until he felt the point of no return then stopped.

Patricia opened her eyes, revealing a tear of pleasure. Jack said, "I'm finishing too soon. You feel so damned good. I can't help it."

"Why did you stop? Give it to me. Give me all of it. I want you to."

Jack gave it to her, alright, but in the back of his head, they had never talked about the pill, contraception or anything. His condom was still in wallet. They were just being animals about it. What if this was some kind of trap or something? As he pounded her slippery tight pussy for all he had, she squeezed him as hard as she could waiting for her own orgasm which was coming on hard. Jack couldn't stop pumping. He was in the zone. Patricia matched his energy stroke for stroke - allowing him in and clamping down hard as he withdrew. He held it back for as long as he could. Her pussy had a sucking action. Finally, he pulled back his slippery cock and shot his love juice all over her soft pale belly as her hips kept their thrusting rhythm as if he were still inside her. Her wet pussy rubbed his ball-sack as she did -- giving him a special extra joy.

Even her pussy juice on his cock and hand smelled as sweet as she did. After he finished, he bent down and kissed her hot, thirsty mouth as he did in the beginning. Being the gentleman that he was, he got up and fetched a warm, wet washcloth from the sink to clean the mess he'd made, while Patricia relaxed. When he was finished, he tossed the washcloth into the sink in a basketball shot and laid back down next to Patricia. He slid her arm underneath her neck while his other arm reached for her waist and pulled her closer. He body seemed cooler, but that would change quickly. As they kissed and hugged in the afterglow of their passion, Jack could sense that she seemed distracted.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing. What time is it?" She found the clock on the nightstand. "Oh shit. I need to get back. I'm supposed to be grocery shopping."

"What?! You really ARE married?! OH SHIT! What did we just do?"

"We just had sex, Jack. You were great. Now, where are my panties?"

As Patricia was hurriedly getting dressed, there was no reason for Jack to hang around, so he got dressed too, but he was in no hurry. There were a lot of questions swirling through his mind. He wanted answers but those would have to wait.

"Just leave the room key on the table when you're done. I'll talk to you next week."

Jack finished dressing and found his shoes. Sitting on the edge of the bed he wondered, "What the fuck? Is this the beginning or the end? Or something in-between; real or imagined?" Still, it was damned fine fucking - for as long as it lasted. He was used, but not abused... and he liked it.

The end

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