“Doing pretty good today, would you guys like the usual to drink today?”
“Yup, two Cokes, a sweet tea, and water with lemon,” said ‘pot belly’ before Marcie went and got their drinks.
It didn’t take long to prepare the drinks and once she set them down in front of each man, Marcie asked, “Do you know what you want to eat, fellas?”
“The same thing we had last time and of course a chicken salad for our boy here,” said ‘quarter past nine’ with a smile as the rest of the guys laughed it up at poor Roy’s expense.
“Fine, but you guys need to stop picking on Roy over here just because he’s trying to take care of himself.”
Marcie knew she probably had embarrassed Roy even more with her comment because she heard pot belly’s loud mouth giving him grief. She swore she didn’t understand why some men have to be such assholes around each other. Especially when they knew one of them was trying to better themselves.
“Just another day chilling in the ‘hood, just another day around the way.” Marcie heard Lorraine singing to herself and she had to laugh because Lorraine usually listened to punk rock and alternative music. So, to hear her singing Queen Latifah was a shock, a really hilarious shock.
“What brought that on?”
“Oh, my neighbor has been playing all these songs from the 90s and one of them was that song. I liked it so much I went on the internet, found the video, and started playing it myself. I can’t get that damn song out of my head now, thanks to her playing it so much,” Lorraine said, laughing before she got some napkins and walked away. Marcie looked over and saw one of the guys waving his glass. Grabbing pitchers of tea and Coke, she walked back over and asked, “Refill?”
‘Pot belly’ handed her his glass and while she refilled it, Marcie could feel something touching her leg. Today she’d decided to wear a skirt so she froze as a sly smile crept across ‘pot belly’s’ lips as his fat grimy fingers crawled up her thigh. In response, Marcie poured the pitcher of Coke in his lap. He shot up quicker than a jackrabbit in heat. “You bitch, who the hell do you think you are!”
“The next time you want to cop a feel, make sure you don’t do it with me, you bastard!” Marcie stated as the rest of the men sat there laughing at him. He stormed out of the diner. She was not in the mood for crap today and especially not from Mr. Ego trip.
“I’m so sorry, Marcie, Todd can be such a dickhead when it comes to being around women. What did he do to you?” asked Roy. Lorraine threw her some towels and he helped Marcie clean up the mess.
“He tried to feel me up while I was refilling his glass. I hate guys like that.” Once the mess was cleaned up, Marcie went back behind the counter to get more utensils, and saw that their food was ready. Once she brought the guys their food, she looked over at the clock, realizing it was almost time for her break. Marcie would go to the mailbox and pick up the package right after dealing with this table.
“I’ll make sure he comes back over here and apologizes to you before you head out, Marcie. He knows I don’t appreciate it when he’s all over women like that,” Roy said. She could tell by his tone he was angered by what had happened.
“Trying to get folks to see things your way when they are set in their own, you’re going to end up in a big fight over me and I don’t want you to do that, Roy,” Marcie said, resting her hand on his shoulder while the other men looked on.
“She’s right, Roy. You know how Todd is. He’s old school and set so far in his ways it’s unreal and you getting him to apologize to her will be a miracle in itself. So, just leave it alone for now and be thankful we can have a decent lunch for a change,” said the small man. The rest of them joined him in laughing and continued with eating their food.
“Can you take care of the guys at my table, Lorraine? I’ve got to make a run real quick.”
Lorraine nodded as Marcie walked towards the back to get her purse and clock out for her break. She saw Roy look over at her as she headed out the door but Marcie was in a hurry to get to the UPS Store. She wanted a second time around with her gentleman caller.
The balding guy from the previous day was there again and gave her a small smile when she went to box 747. With a turn of the key, Marcie opened it and saw another shoebox within. She retrieved the package and closed the mailbox before she walked out of the store after giving the balding guy a smile.
After taking the package home, Marcie returned to the diner. She passed by the construction site, something she rarely gave a second thought to but today was different. “Bitch!” She heard someone shout from overhead and she looked up but didn’t see the speaker. She continued walking even faster down the street. Marcie heard the voice once again say, loud as day, “Bitch!” She knew it was ‘pot belly’ and kept walking towards the diner. Sore-ass loser, she thought.
Inside, Marcie saw Roy sitting at the counter as she clocked back in. He still looked mad about his friend’s antics earlier. Marcie could tell by the look in his eyes he was brooding. “Why are you still here? I thought you would have been at work by now?”
“I needed to calm down before I went back to work, I know once I get there, Todd is probably going to lay it on me,” he said. She knew he was telling the truth and decided she wasn’t going to tell him about what she’d heard on the way to the diner. Instead, she put her hand on his and he gave her a small smile. Damn, Marcie thought, he looked really good.
“Marcie, can I ask you a question?”
“Sure, ask away.”
“Would you like to go out on a date with me? Hell, I didn’t mean it like that, I don’t even know if you have a boyfriend or not and I’m just asking you as if you don’t,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck.
He is just too sweet for words, she thought, and could tell by the way he acted that he really wanted to go out with her. Plus, considering the fact that Marcie really hadn’t been out on a date in forever, this would be a nice change of pace. “To answer your question, Roy, I don’t have a boyfriend and I’d love to go out on a date with you, but it will have to be on Sunday though, because that’s my only true day off.” Marcie smiled as he did the same. She could tell it had lifted his spirits a bit, which was what she had hoped for.
“That’s fine with me. Sunday is my only day off too, I can come and pick you up from here if you want?”
“That sounds fine, how about around seven, if that’s all right with you?”
“Sunday at seven it is. Have a great day, Marcie.” And with that, he walked out of the diner as she continued working her shift for the afternoon.
When she got home, Marcie showered quickly because Jonathan would be calling at any moment. Right on time, the phone rang. “Hello, there.”
“Hello, my thick momma, how was your day?”
Marcie had to laugh when she heard him say that. “Thick momma, huh, that’s something different but I do like it. My day was fine despite having had some idiot trying to cop a feel on me but other than that it went just fine.”
“That’s a shame, I should have been the one trying to cop a feel, where was he trying to feel?” Jonathan asked, his voice sounding a bit huskier in tone and more seductive.
“My thigh, I was wearing a skirt today.” She growled seductively and smiled, knowing he liked the idea of her wearing a skirt.
“I bet you have some nice thick and long thighs and legs, Joan, They would probably feel good around my head while I’m going down on you. You know, I love going down on a woman, love to take my time with her pussy and enjoy how she tastes.” It was the way he said it that sent something through her, making Marcie cross her legs together at the thought of him between them. “Darling, did you get my package?”
“Yes, I sure did, can I open it now?” Marcie asked like a little girl anxious to open up her presents on Christmas morning.
“Go ahead, baby, open it.” She quickly opened the box, took out the package, unwrapping the bubble wrap finding an aluminum box. Marcie honestly couldn’t believe what sh
e was holding in her hands.
“What in the world did you send me, Jonathan?” Smiling as she opened up the container, inside was something that looked like a black compact but when she opened it she saw ten little pink things resembling tongues.
“Do you like it, thick momma?”
“I don’t know what to think of it really and there are batteries in here as well.”
“Put them in and find out how it works, darling.”
Marcie found out where to put the batteries in and when she turned it on, the “tongues’’ started whirling around and around so fast it shocked her even more. “Good Lord, Jonathan, what in the world did you send me?” Marcie couldn’t stop laughing as it continued to whirl. He laughed right along with her and Marcie knew he was finding this whole thing just as amusing as she did.
“All right, baby, I want you to get naked along with me right now.”
And with that, Marcie was glad to comply by taking off her shirt and lay on the bed, waiting to hear what else he wanted her to do. Her heart was racing a mile a minute because she couldn’t believe this was happening to her…again!
“You know I’ve been thinking about you since yesterday, about eating that pussy of yours. How sweet you would taste, I said to myself when I got that for you. I can tell you that you got me so hard thinking about it, Joan, that I locked the door to my office and rubbed two out before my next client arrived. Just the thought of being with you, Joan, all I do is to just use my imagination and suddenly you are right there with me, in my bed, on the desk in my office, on the floor, up against the wall,” he said.
She could hear him straining and moaning as her own breathing grew more rapid while listening to him tell her all of this. Never had Marcie spoken with, much less been with, anybody who had gone into such great detail as Jonathan did. Even though this was their second time together sexually, it just showed her how deep this was slowly becoming and how turned on she had gotten. “Now open your legs a little bit, baby, because I plan on eating in tonight and you are going to be my appetizer, main course, and dessert as well.”
And Marcie was ready for what he had in store for her tonight.
Marcie opened her legs just like he told her to do and waited for him to tell her what to do next, even though she could already guess what he wanted her to do.
“Turn it on low, baby, I want to slowly start eating that sweet pussy of yours,” Jonathan said. She turned on the contraption to the first setting.
The sensation was light against her clit as she slowly closed her eyes to relish the feeling. Licking her lips, she slowly squeezed her breast while teasing a nipple. “Do you like the way I make you feel, baby?” Marcie heard him ask.
“You have a nice tongue, Jonathan, so very nice.”
“Wait until I really get going down on you, darling, I’m going to make you scream tonight and I want to hear you scream out my name, Joan,” Jonathan said, while she worked it up and down between her lips and clit. After a few minutes she heard him say, “Turn it up some more.”
Clicking the button up one more notch, the sensation of the tongues started to grow a bit stronger against her clit. Her hips, slowly but surely, started to move along with the tongues as Marcie could feel her body begin to sweat and get hot. Marcie didn’t want to come too quickly, she wanted it to build up just the way he wanted and she wanted to hear him moan as well. “How do you like it now?” he murmured.
Marcie couldn’t tell him anything, she knew if she even moved or said anything coherent, the sensation would go away and be lost completely. So instead of actually saying anything, she moaned.
“You’re getting into it, baby, I like that you are because I want you to get into it just as much as I am enjoying licking that pussy of yours,” Jonathan whispered as her hips moved in concert with the tongues as the friction was growing more and more intense against her rock hard clit. Marcie didn’t want to let go even though her body was saying to do so while tongues continuously hit her clit. The sensation was growing too intense for her to bear.
“Baby, oh Jonathan, I’m going to come!” Marcie shouted, grabbing her breast and pinching her nipple.
“Try to hold out a little while longer baby, because I am almost there myself.” Marcie could hear him in the background jacking off fiercely and imagined him lying in his bed, his eyes half-closed, body covered with sweat, muscles straining while he was quickly stroking that hard cock of his. God, the ideas flowing through her mind even shocked the hell out of her.
What is this man doing to me? Marcie thought.
“Oh baby, yes, fuck yes, I’m going to come now, come for me, Joan!” he screamed and Marcie found herself losing it completely and screaming right along with him. She had never screamed so loud in her entire life as her whole body lost control and the strongest orgasm she had ever had raced through her body. Marcie’s heart was racing so hard in her chest that she could hear it in her ears. “Baby, are you all right?”
It took Marcie a while before she could say a word, but eventually after licking her lips she said, “Yes, I’m all right, God that took so much out of me, I thought I was going to have a heart attack.”
She heard him laugh as she looked over at the full-length mirror that hung over her dresser. Her hair was a mess all over her head, some of it stuck to the back of her neck from the sweat. “I bet you’re glowing,” Jonathan said, and Marcie laughed at his comment.
“Yeah, you could say I am. Can I ask you a question, Jonathan?”
“Yes, you can, sweetheart,” he said in the sweetest voice.
“And I want the truth. Have you ever done anything like this before in your entire life?” Marcie knew the timing was all wrong especially after what they had just shared together. But it was something that had been bugging her and she just had to know whether this was some game he was playing regularly.
“Honestly, Joan? No, and that’s the truth I’m telling you. I’ve never ever done anything as wild as this before. I know, it seems just as crazy to me as it does to you, talking to a complete stranger whom you know nothing about other than their voice. Although I have to say, I can’t keep the sound of your voice off my mind for a minute, Joan. I don’t want to rush anything between us, but I would love for this to be for real.”
His comment hit home with Marcie because the thought of them meeting face-to-face and doing this for real was something she was scared of. Yet, at the same time she was curious to see what could happen if it came to pass. “I don’t want to rush it either, Jonathan, we can take our time with this and when I let you know the time is right, we can meet face to face.”
“Good, I’m glad to hear that. I’ve got to get ready for bed though, I have to go out of town and I didn’t want to let you know about it ‘til afterwards. I have to go and check on my mom, she isn’t doing so well. I’ll be gone for about two days but I will still call you, to let you know how I am doing and all. You know I can’t leave and not hear that sweet voice of yours even while I am away.”
“You are too sweet. I hope your mom will be all right,” Marcie said, getting up and going into the bathroom to start the shower.
“I hear the water running. A shower sounds good, I think I’ll take one too even though I’d rather be taking it with you, instead. I wonder how much trouble we could get into in the shower?” he said. She started laughing.
“Probably plenty, I don’t think we would actually be getting clean. I’d better go and take it while the water is hot, will you call me back once you finish taking yours, to wish me goodnight?”
“Of course I will, baby, have a good shower and I’ll call you back in about fifteen minutes.” They hung up and she put on her shower cap and got into the glass shower stall. Thoughts of how it would be with him showering with her, of his hard wet body up against her own while they soaped each other up, filled her mind. Feeling his kisses against her neck while she ran her fingers through his dark brown hair, Marcie swore to God, she’d never had such thoughts in her enti
re life until she started talking with this man.
What in the world would happen if they met for real?
Marcie didn’t want to get out of the shower since it felt so good being in there with her dirty thoughts. But, of course she had to get out before she ended up being a prune. She dried herself off and found a nightshirt to wear. Putting away her new toy, Marcie had just started to put some cocoa butter on her legs when the phone rang. She quickly picked it up. “Hello, Jonathan, have a nice shower?”
“Yes I did, it felt really good and I honestly didn’t want to get out of there. Are you all comfy cozy in bed, darling?”
“Yeah, I do hope you get a chance to call me while you’re away. I don’t think I could stand not hearing from you now,” Marcie blurted out. She had gotten so used to hearing him, it was like he was a part of her.
“That makes me feel good to hear you say that, darling, it makes me feel oh, so good. I promise that once I’m done with my mom during the day, I’ll call you. Take care and good night, Joan.”
“‘Night, Jonathan, talk with you soon.” They hung up and she slid beneath the covers and slowly drifted off into her dreams, dreams of them in bed together with his arms around her waist while she was lying up against him, sleeping so peacefully together.
* * * *
Sunday had arrived and Marcie had a date with Roy at seven p.m. that evening. She hadn’t heard a word from Jonathan, and even though she was worried, Marcie didn’t fret too much because she knew he was dealing with his mother. Marcie knew that eventually he would call and she would get to hear his voice once more.
“So, going out on a date tonight, huh?” Lorraine joked while Marcie sat at one of the smaller tables facing the door.
“Yeah, he asked me out and I thought well, why not, I don’t get asked out often and especially not by someone as cute as Roy is.” Marcie continued to sip on her water. It wasn’t until they heard the bell ring that Marcie almost choked at what she saw standing there.
For a construction worker, he sure did clean up nice. He stood there wearing a pair of dark blue jeans that hugged him right in the front and there was no telling how well it hugged him in the back. A white shirt unbuttoned at the neck and a dark jacket complemented the outfit. When he walked over towards Marcie, she realized he was wearing a pair of worn cowboy boots, a true cowboy wearing a pair of worn-out boots. This couldn’t be the same Roy who would walk in looking like he was wearing two weeks of dirt and grime, Marcie thought, taking in his combed back hair with its loose strands sweeping over his forehead. Marcie had never been more anxious looking at a man as she was when that amazing smile of his lit up his face as he saw her sitting there.
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