"The Word," I retorted.
"Can you show up tomorrow morning. We will get the red tape started."
"Sure thing. Thanks."
"In that case, I will see you later." And with that, Madison turned about and walked to her own car, with an inticing wiggle in her rear-end that had me in a trance. The school bell ringing to release our daughters was the only thing that broke me out of the spell that her ass had cast.
Red tape was no exaggeration. Madison worked in the medical facility in a prison, and they examined my past, present, and future. Of course, Madison vouched for me and that cut that red tape a little short.
I started working a few days after being cleared and was enthusiastic about having the job. I worked the graveyard shift with a woman that went to school with Moses. To add insult to injury, I was in a men's only prison, so testosterone was not in short supply, including my own. I had been divorced for a year and a half, and my world revolved around my kids, that left little time for the affections of the fairer sex. Much like the men that I catered to, I was in my own private prison.
Finally, a break in the whole thing happened when Mose's classmate retired. There was no replacement available, so Madison took over where "Miss-Older-Than-Dirt" left off.
Of course, she did not look quite the same as she did that day at the school. Her hair was up in a bun and she wore scrubs, but damn, did she make scrubs look good. They were tight in all the right places and hugged every inch of her. But even when I looked at her, I still saw her the same as I did the day her tits invaded my VW.
We spent moments each night getting caught up on old times and I let her know all the local gossip, (or more like, she let me know all the local gossip). She told me how things were since Jeff had died, and commented how nice it was to be working nights, as that was when she was the loneliest.
"I just really haven't put myself out there," she told me, "I don't have the nerve and I'm sure that I'm too old now. Well, you know what it's like, you're divorced."
And then, as quickly as she had said it, she blurted, "Oh, oh, John, I am so sorry I said that. I didn't mean it."
"It's okay. I know what you mean. And you are right. I haven't put myself out there, either. But as far as you being too old...I don't think so."
"John, I'm 43...almost 44."
"And what makes you think that is too old for a love life?" I demanded.
"And just how old are you, kiddo?"
"I'm 34...almost 35. And believe me, if I ran into the right gal, I would have her in my arms in a flash."
Madison turned red and stated, "I gotta get some air. Be right back."
The next few nights were a series of calamities, as Madison and I tried to avoid each other. We fought to give the other space, both physical and in general. When we got near each other, the chemistry ignited and the pheromones flew through the air. There seemed to be some unseen line that we didn't want to cross.
One night, she was reaching for some medical tape in a cabinet that was put in place for an NBA star. I rushed behind her to help her saying, "I got it. I got it.", but I was having to stretch to reach the tape. That's when I noticed, our bodies were in serious contact and the bulge in my scrubs was rubbing against her magnificent ass. I made one more lunge for the tape, ramming myself further into her backside.
"I told you...I got it." I handed her the tape.
"Yeah, you got it alright," she grinned.
The next night, I could have sworn it was my imagination, but it looked like Madison was not wearing a bra under her scrubs. No, that's just wishful thinking. Except...later in the night, Madison asked me to look at some paperwork that was on her desk. As I stood by her, she showed me what she wanted me to double-check for her. Every once in a while, she would point at a section of the papers, leaning forward to point, I could see down her scrub top where her left breast was totally exposed.
She wasn't wearing a bra. Her nipples began to stiffen, exposing that fact even more.
"You need to fix this part right here.", I began, "Let me show you." I reached for a pencil on the desk and Madison leaned forward until my hand was "trapped" on the desk by her left tit.
"How does it feel...huh...how does it feel to be teased and not be able to do anything about it?", she demanded.
"You know, I can move my hand at any time." I shot back.
"But, you don't want to, do you?" Madison began slowly moving her breast back and forth on my hand.
"No, I don't."
She was actually using her nipple to massage the back of my hand.
She stood up, both nipples straining at the fabric of her scrub top.
"If you don't put your hands on my tits right now, I will never forgive you." she said through shallow breaths.
"We can't. Not here. Where can we..."
"Follow me." The way her ass was bobbing as she walked away, you didn't have to tell me twice.
Within seconds, we were in her office. "Now, what was I saying? Oh, yes..." She pulled her scrub top over her head and stood topless before me. She was a C cup at least, with pink areolas and nipples that I had only felt with the back of my hand.
"Get over here."
I obeyed and let my hands do what came naturally. I turned the tables and massaged her breasts with the other side of my hands this time. I flattened my hands and rubbed her nipples with my palms in a circular fashion.
"Yes, oh...it has been too long. Let me feel it!" I grasped her left tit, letting my fingers roam from her body to her nipples. I used my free hand to caress the back of her neck, locking her in an embrace as my mouth found hers. It started out as a furtive kiss, and then proceeded farther as we sought out our passion with our tongues. Her mouth was producing a liquid heat that was feeding me and urging me onward. God, she's right. It has been too long, I thought to myself.
She ran her tongue up and down the length of my throat, before placing it wantonly in my mouth again. At this point, I could take no more and I cradled her ass firmly in my arms and carried her over to her office couch. She leaned into a corner where some pillows were and threw one leg across the cushions. I focused on her soft, welcoming tits and began to lick like a man possessed.
"Suck my nipples, damn you, suck my nips! Bite them! Let me feel it!" Her voice possessed a huskiness that I enjoy in a woman and I did as I was told. I tried to get as much of those mounds as I could in my mouth, sucking as hard as I could while my tongue lavished her nipples. I pressed her breasts together and sucked on both nipples at one time and when I bit them, she only screamed, HARDER!
I started running my tongue from between her tits, down her belly, and..."No, No, not yet." she cooed breathlessly.
"But I..."
She stood and lifted my scrub top up and over my head.
"Oh, yes. I love a man with a hairy chest."
Then, before I could do or say anything, she grasped my bottoms and pulled them down to the floor.
"Whoa, Hey, That's not fair." I protested.
"So, make it fair." And I did. Besides lack of a bra, Madison was not wearing panties, either. We both stood staring at one another as though we were a couple of teenagers in the backseat of a car. And just like a couple of teens, we were back at it again. Our lips meeting, our mouths searching, our tongues exploring. Madison rubbed her nipples into my chest hair as I licked her neck. My cock kept stabbing into her mounds pubis, just below her navel. Finally, she jumped onto me, wrapping her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck.
"I just wanted to feel that shaft of yours bobbing around the entrance to my pussy for a change. Now, carry me over to the couch."
"Yes, ma'am."
Madison pulled on the back of the couch and it let down into a small bed. She covered this with a blanket that was as soft as cotton.
"Lay down." And I did just that.
She knelt between my legs and said, "How big are you?"
"I don't know. I've never had any complaints. Are you taking a survey or what?"
"You are a little over 8 inches. And about 4 and a half inches in diameter."
"You can tell that just by..."
"Sure."
"How do you..."
"I don't know, I have just always been able to tell with my mouth. Length and width."
"Have you tried to make a living at this at carnivals and state fairs. I mean, where's my prize?"
"Right here." And with that, she swallowed my cock again. She was in a really smooth rhythm, her head bobbing, hair flying loose. She kept moaning over and over again, especially as she would reach the head of my penis. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes, I opened them again as I felt movement and saw the prettiest pussy just inches from my face.
"Turn-about is fair play." she said.
I needed no further encouragement. I dove my tongue into her moist crevice and luxuriated in the taste. She was musky and strong with a scent that hardened my cock even more.
"Oh God." she mumbled.
It had been so long since I had tasted pussy that I lost my head a little. I lathered every square inch of her sex with my mouth. When I used my lower lip and ran it over her clit repeatedly, she sat up, pressing even more of that luscious quim into my mouth. I lodged my tongue in her hole and used my lips on hers. As I began making a vibrating sound with my lips and tongue, she started rubbing herself all over my face. She leaned forward slightly and firmly grasped my cock with one hand.
"You have me right on the edge! We are going to do this together! When I say...Ready! Tongue my pussy NOW!"
I keep up what I was doing to her and I had to reach up and grasp her by the thighs to keep her from falling off my face.
"Oh, fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, I am cumming! Yes, keep your tongue right there, keep it in me! Please, oh yes..."
She increased the grasp and the movement that she had on my shaft. The faster I licked, the faster she stroked.
"Oh Baby, can you taste me! I am cumming all over your tongue! Cum for me, Baby, I need to see it, please cum for me now, I am going to explode again! Cum with me!"
I could not believe it, I had felt the boiling in my balls for a while and now, she was stroking me to an orgasm that was not to be believed!
"Oh Madison, yes, don't stop! Please, that feels fantastic! Just like that...yes...oh, yes...that a girl!
Oh Babe, I am there! You are the best! Ahhhhhh! God, YES!
Even after I was through, Madison continued stroking me.
"When does this puppy go soft, huh?"
"Usually about 20 minutes after sex."
"And what did we just do?"
"That was foreplay, Babe."
Once again, just as before, I was snapped out of my trance by one of the correctional officers shouting, "Hello, anyone here?"
Madison threw me my scrubs and whispered, "Get your cloths on and get out there and stall him. He is here for the 2:00 a.m. check. Tell him you were helping me rearrange my office. Anything...GO!"
Once again I did as I was told, after all, she is my boss.
The End.
Off Limits
The bar was crowded and, at 10pm on a Saturday night it was likely going to get worse. Mark stood at the bar hunched over his beer. A beer he'd been sipping on for the past thirty minutes. He wasn't here to drink. He cursed himself for his weakness, for seeking her out again. He could see her from the corner of his eye. She was on the dance floor with her friends, laughing and dancing, completely unaware of the male attention that was focused on her. Half of the men in the bar were watching her too, waiting for an opening to approach her. A man, a boy really, finished off his beer and swaggered over to where she was dancing with her friends. He looked to be 21, Mark guessed, barely old enough to drink. That was her age, Mark reminded himself. She had turned 21 two months ago. Jealousy roared through him as he watched her smile at something the boy said to her. He wanted to be the one flirting with her. He didn't want any other man touching her. Steeling himself against the urge to go over and stake his claim, he took another sip of his now warm beer and watched.
Heather felt his presence before she saw him. He was here again. Butterflies danced nervously in her belly. She wasn't sure why she reacted this way every time she saw the dark, solitary man at the bar. He was there often, a regular patron of the bar the she herself favored. She knew who he was, recognized him from before, but wasn't sure if he recognized her. Heather had never seen him speak to anyone other than the bartender. His body language warned people off and most of the time that was enough incentive for people to give him a wide berth. Every once in a while she saw a woman who was brave enough to approach him, but they usually scurried away shortly after in defeat.
The approach of a young man dressed smartly in a button down shirt and dark jeans jolted her from her reverie. She had been staring at him! An embarrassed flush colored her cheeks. Thank goodness he hadn't seen her staring. The boy was talking to her and Heather had to force herself to pay attention to what he was saying. A dance, he wanted to dance. Smiling at him, accepted his invitation. She loved to dance. As she moved to the music her gaze wandered over to the dark corner of the bar where the man usually sat. The space was empty. Refusing to acknowledge the disappointment she felt to find that he was gone, Heather turned her attention to the boy who had asked her to dance. She thought he said his name was Dan. He was a pretty good dancer. Heather lost herself in the thumping rhythm of the music and tried to banish thoughts of dark, brooding men from her mind.
The hours flew by as Heather danced with Dan, then with two more guys who had found the courage to approach. She liked dancing, but wasn't really attracted to any of her dance partners. If they started to get too handsy she could usually send them on their way. Her current partner was fast approaching that point, she realized with a grimace. He tried to pull her hips close to his own, his hands sliding down to cup her ass. Yep. Definitely time to get rid of this guy. Smiling to lessen the sting of rejection, she firmly removed his hands, stepped back, and told him she wasn't interested. Unfortunately he didn't take no for an answer. He tried to grab her and pull her close again. Lord he must have been drunker than she realized. Either that or he was just a complete jerk. Looking for her friends for help, Heather realized that they were halfway across the room and weren't paying any attention to her predicament. Knowing that she was going to have to take care of this herself, she took a deep breath to prepare herself. Before she had the chance to do anything, she felt a large presence against her back.
"Hey baby, there you are!"
The voice was low and gravely and sinfully sexy. Like its owner. Heather glanced behind her and was shocked to find her mystery man. He looked at her expectantly, then at her overly ardent admirer and back to Heather. Oh! He was helping her. The drunken Romeo wanna be was still trying to dance. He hadn't noticed that Heather had stopped moving, nor had he heard the other man approach.
The mystery man didn't say anything else. He just wrapped his arm around Heather's waist and tugged her away and into his embrace. Heather went willingly, surprised that her legs were functioning. They felt like jelly. Her reaction to being this close to him made her faintly embarrassed. He smelled amazing. She had to restrain herself from pushing her face into his chest and just breathing in his scent. Vaguely she was aware that he was saying something to the drunk man she had been dancing with, who had finally realized that they were no longer alone. Heather didn't hear what they were saying, but was relieved when the other man stalked off moments later.
"You can probably let go of me now that he's gone."
OH! He was looking down at her with a hint of a grin on his face. Flushing, she realized that she was still clutching his waist and was basically plastered against his side. She stepped back, flustered. He nodded politely at her, and started to move away. Every fiber of her being screamed at her to stop him.
With uncharacteristic boldness that shocked her, Heather reached out and grabbed his hand. His eyes dropped to where her hand gripped his then moved up to meet hers.
"Dance with me."
Her voice was whisper soft, but he understood the invitation. Mark knew that he should refuse. He shook his head to clear his thoughts. Heather saw the slight movement and misunderstood, thinking that he was going to refuse. She took advantage of his hesitation and moved closer to him. She placed his hand, which she was still gripping with hers, on her hip and started to move against him. Her body urged him to move.
Mark willed himself to walk away. A million thoughts raced through his mind, some urging him to stay, others telling him to go. She was too young. He wanted her anyway. She didn't know who he was. She would probably hate him if she knew. He didn't care. He was trembling with the effort to hold himself still as she rocked those sweet hips to the earthy beat of the music. He wanted to grab her and grind himself against those hips. His hand tightened on her skin and she raised her eyes up to meet his. He could see innocence there, but he could also see desire. She wanted him too. His control snapped.
"Fuck it."
Roughly he pulled her against him. He didn't care that she would feel his hard on. Her eyes widened, betraying her shock, but she didn't move away. Taking that as consent, he began to move. The beat was dirty, low, and sexy. The bar was darker now. At some point they had dimmed the lights and the crowd's inhibitions had faded away with it. The other couples danced closer together, gyrating and rubbing against one another. They closed in on Mark and Heather, forcing them closer still. Heather moved her hands up strong, well-muscled arms to rest around Mark's neck and surrendered her body to him and to the music.
Heather wasn't sure how long they had been dancing. Her body was on fire. She had never reacted to a man this way, never allowed her dance partners to touch her as he was. She could feel his arousal against her hips as he ground himself against her and she cursed their clothes that separated them. She wanted to feel him naked against her. She tightened her arms around him, forcing herself against him. She felt him tense at her movement and knew that he wanted her just as badly. Shocked at her boldness, she blatantly rolled her hips against his. He tensed again and then stilled his movements altogether. Worried she had gone too far, she looked up into his face and was thrilled and a bit frightened by his fierce expression. Instinct compelled her to run, to escape from this huge predator. She took a tentative step back, away from him and found that a wall blocked her escape. Looking around, she realized that he had danced them into a dark corner of the room. Over his shoulder she could see the writing mass of people on the dance floor. When he spoke, his voice was lower and husky reflecting his extreme arousal.
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