Sometimes life is complicated. Other times it's simple.
Adora enjoyed her life, her home, her access to a lovely waterfront area, the beach, friends, shopping and other niceties of an idyllic location. It was a life she had built; it was both pleasant and fulfilling. Keeping life simple and uncomplicated can be accomplished by a pragmatic, intelligent and focused person who puts oneself in the right situation, makes the right decisions, and compromises in certain areas of life. But Adora still had needs – and those needs, like with many things involving other people, came with complications.
Adora's relationship with her friend Nick - in an aspect of life many people find complicated, complex, and sometimes troublesome - was instead very simple. Nick was much like the toys she kept in the drawer by her lovely, comfortable bed. She could take him out of the drawer when she wanted him and put him back when through with him. Sometimes, on a gorgeous springtime night with a light breeze sifting through the window she would call him, tell him her shoulder needed his strong hands to work out a kink. On a cold night in the winter she would send him an email saying that she needed someone to warm up her chilled hands. That request would be all it took and Nick would show up ready to work out her kinks or warm her hands – for starters!
Much like the toys kept in her tastefully decorated bedside table, Nick would be available to play when she needed him to do so.
And like those toys Nick had different settings of which Adora had learned to operate with the tone of her voice, the twinkle of an eye, or just the right instruction. She alternated the intensity, type, and frequency of his actions much like she used the controls on her favorite vibrator. And Nick had more settings than any vibrator she had come across in her years of searching.
Sometimes Adora just wanted her breasts to be sucked while she teased herself with a vibrator or dildo. Sometimes she told him she to give her a good hard session of fucking and to use his heavy cock for a long time in many positions. Other times she told him to take over, that she was just a weak, horny woman with a healthy appetite for whatever he could imagine. Whatever her mood, she could count on him to come out of his "drawer" whether it had been days or even weeks between their encounters.
Her king-sized bed was often the playground for their fun but sometimes she brought him to a staircase where she could enjoy the view of this head buried in her legs. His tongue licking her sensitive pussy was so nice, his mouth clamped tightly on her ready cunt was a wonderful sight to see. And if she purchased new furniture he was told how they would initiate it into her living space. If she was feeling very naughty her balcony was available for a tryst – and possibly being secretly watched by a neighbor or passerby was a bonus. If she was feeling frisky she might ask him to pick her up in his SUV and drive her to a secluded spot where, by moonlight, they could neck like teenagers and she could 'lose' herself in the backseat, her voice squealing in delight. Occasionally, on a slow weekend afternoon, Adora told her man-toy to come over and just stroke his cock while she watched telling her a tale of his sexual adventures and she would simultaneously use her vibrators on herself.
Nick was exactly what Adora needed for her life at the time.
Nick could not always be around, of course, but the buxom woman enjoyed reading and writing stories about all kinds of sexual situations and encounters. This particular week during some quiet time alone she had been casually thinking about a story she had read while her hands worked a smooth, wide dildo into her wetness. This story was about two handsome men, friends, who fucked a willing co-worker after an office party. Adora had seen pictures of such a combination only recently. It looked fun.
She had had a busy week (and she was also at her sexual peak for the month) and it was a Friday afternoon when she called Nick and said she had some furniture to move and that he would probably need to bring another man along for the lifting. Nick said he would be glad to help and he'd be over at eight with another pair of hands for the lifting.
Adora was pleased and titillated knowing it would be an interesting night; a night of many possibilities. She had a couple of opportunities for such an experience but it had not worked out. This time the odds seemed in her favor.
Adora knew she would need energy so she walked into town and met a friend to share a meal, all the while during the conversation thinking about the pleasure appointment scheduled for that night. She drank wine, ate slowly, sipped her cool water, and glanced at other tables seeing the people around wondering if they would speculate this nicely dressed, classy woman would be stretched to the limit with so much cock in only a couple of hours. She smiled to herself. Her friend noted that Adora seemed so perky and alive. They both laughed – Adora was discrete but her longtime dinner companion knew something was up.
After finishing the delicious meal and casual conversation Adora departed the restaurant, walked three blocks in the setting sun's light, entered her castle, and prepared for the appointment! A robe would be all that was neede – this was just so much easier than heading out for the evening. She wasn't going anywhere else that night but she would be riding, that was for sure.
A few minutes after eight o'clock there was a light tapping on the door. She opened it slowly, never nervous because Nick had come through so many times. There he stood tall and handsome. Next to him stood a slightly shorter, slighter man with a swimmer's athletic body. His name was Matt and she thought he looked a bit younger than Nick. Adora noticed his cute grin and evenly tanned legs along with his sandy-brown hair and bluish eyes. He seemed a bit nervous when he reached out to shake her hand as he stared at the floor, "Hello Adora, I'm pleased to meet you."
"Nick & Matt Moving Service is ready to serve," Nick made a wisecrack to lighten any awkwardness there might have been.
Adora could feel her nipples getting hard as she asked them to come inside, told Nick she was thankful that he could come over on such short notice to help her out, and asked them if they wanted a drink.
She led them to her quaint living room. The men seated themselves while Adora brought in a bottle of vintage Cabernet. She poured and handed a glass to Nick, seated as usual in his favorite rocking chair. She poured two more glasses and handed one to Matt as she took a seat opposite him on her sofa, tucking her right leg underneath herself gracefully as she sank into the comfortable cushions.
"You have a really nice place, I look forward to a tour," said Matt with no hint of an accent but with a nice even manly tone. He was looking around the room casually and she was positive that when she was looking at Nick talking Matt was giving her a good look, too.
"Thank you so much, Matt. I've been fortunate," Adora replied sipping on her wine and with an overt flirtatiousness. "So, Nick dear, how do you know this gentleman?"
Nick, rocking slowly, replied, "I met him at a party for a volleyball league I play in. Matt's been in this area six months and he joined the league right near the end of this season."
Nick continued gesturing at Matt, "The top team picked him up for their roster. I protested, of course! He's a ringer I said. But, well, Matt stayed on and helped them take the title. The bum!"
"They would have won without me, for sure," said Matt laughing.
Adora listened to the two men banter and noticed her glass was empty; so was Matt's glass and without hesitation she poured some more for them both. Nick just rocked slowly back-and-forth while a cool breeze flowed in from the half-open glass door to the nearby balcony.
Matt, it turned out, had joined the faculty at a community college in a town about seven miles due north. He had moved to the area from Ohio to focus on his artwork while still paying the bills by teaching art courses, something he had done at other small schools since earning a Master's degree in Fine Art.
"I enjoy teaching various styles from water-color painting to murals to sculpting. I seem to learn as much from whomever I teach as I have learned from real pros I have encountered!" he explained. Adora noticed him giving her the once-over even more as he grew more relaxed. "Ok, I'll admit art and activities surrounding it like gallery exhibitions and showings are also a great way to meet neat, interesting, and often attractive people - especially women."
"I imagine you do well with them," Adora said, a hint of flirting in her voice but she meant it. She shifted her position allowing her robe to open just a little more in the front.
Matt seemed to blush noticing Adora's ever opening rob but he stayed self-deprecating, "I think I do well but...usually not I admit. I'm basically a shy person but I force myself to be more outgoing. I'm comfortable in my studio alone. Teaching has helped me with confidence that's for sure."
"Yeah, buddy, I noticed how tough a time you had being the focus of attention at the first party I saw you at," Nick laughed. "You were dancing up a storm - or you were having a seizure, not sure which!"
