by Jon Bradbury
“Hmmm, let’s hope you don’t get a service call.”
He chuckled. “Fortunately, I’m on my lunch break. After that, I could get a call.”
“Sure. How long do you have?”
“An hour.”
“Okay. How about a Mountain Dew?”
“Yeah. That’s great.”
“I hope you don’t mind, but I ordered pizza for lunch.”
“No, that’s fine. I don’t blame you for not heating up the kitchen.”
Mercedes grinned. “Exactly.”
They moved over to the island and opened the pizza box, where Mercedes said, “I don’t usually have this day off. My daughter is at one of her summer activities for the day. So that’s why I invited you over for lunch.”
Zach grinned. “Ah, I see.”
Mercedes blushed. “Yes.”
“As I said, Kari’s playing matchmaker again.”
“I know. Does that bother you when she does that?”
Zach turned that one over in his mind as he bit his slice of pizza. “I’ll admit, I don’t like her knowing so much about my love life. At the same time, Kari means well. So I go with it.”
“Yeah, Kari is a sweetheart. She doesn’t meddle on purpose to be mean.”
“I know.”
They ate and drank in a comfortable silence for a while. Then Mercedes wiped her mouth and said, “I’m just going to freshen up. Eat your pizza.”
“Okay. Thanks.”
“Sure.”
* * * *
From the kitchen, Mercedes rushed back up the hallway to the master bathroom, her heart hammering away in her chest.
She couldn’t believe she had a man in her house.
A tall, handsome man. A white man, even. God, she practically came just seeing him on the doorstep, wearing his work shirt with his name on the pocket, looking capable and experienced. Kari had told her a lot about him, how he hadn’t seen anyone new in so long, he had probably forgotten how pleasant it was to date.
She had to stifle her laughter as she pictured her family having a collective coronary.
Once back in the bathroom, she figured she had a few minutes to do exactly what she wanted to do—freshen up. Specifically, to fix her smudged lipstick.
Finally, she put the cap back on the tube of lipstick and made her way out, back through the master bedroom.
Chapter Three: Want It Bad
The pizza box was empty, and so was Zach’s soda bottle. Then he looked at his watch and saw he was almost out of time, as well. He had about twenty minutes before he had to check in, and he wanted to get well away from the neighborhood when he did, as well as stop for another soda.
Then he realized his beautiful hostess had disappeared on him.
He said, “Hello? Mercedes?”
No answer. He looked at his watch again and made a quick decision.
Knowing she would probably come back in a minute anyway, he went looking for her, also knowing he had to leave soon, but that it would be rude to leave without saying thank you.
He eventually found her, in what he assumed was the master bedroom. The door was open, so he knocked briefly.
Mercedes turned around. “Oh. Hi.”
“Hi.”
“I was just coming back...”
Zach was a little shocked to see her crying. So he timidly said, “I, uh, I didn’t want to leave without saying thank you for lunch.”
A faint smile came and went on her beautiful mouth. “You’re welcome. Thank you for showing up, even though it was highly inappropriate.”
Zach grinned. But his grin faded. He took a step across the threshold. “Are you all right?”
She sniffed. “Yes. I’ll be all right. And you do need to be going, I guess.”
“Yeah. But you look like you could use a hug. Or something.”
This time, a definite smile formed on her lips. “Or something. But I’ll take a hug for now.”
Zach held out his arms. Mercedes stepped right up to him and put her long brown arms around his neck, and rested her head on his shoulder.
She sniffed again. He rubbed her back.
Out of nowhere, Mercedes said, “Sorry.”
Still holding her, Zach said, “What on earth do you have to be sorry for?”
“You must think I’m crazy.”
“Why would I think that?”
“I don’t know. This is the first time I’ve had a man in this house since my husband died.”
“Military?”
“Yes. Air force. Training crash.”
“How long has it been?”
“Two years, one month, and five days... roughly.”
Zach said, “Wow. No wonder Kari had to set us up.”
“Why? What happened to you?”
“Oh, just divorce in my case. It was horrible. For a long time, I didn’t even want to think about dating, much less marriage.”
“Awww, I’m sorry, baby.”
Zach held her for a little while longer. Then she started to pull back. “Well, Zach, thank you for having lunch with me. I guess you have to be going.”
“Yeah. I gotta be going.”
“You don’t sound very excited to get back to work.”
“I’m not, trust me.”
Mercedes laughed.
Zach said, “I mean, really. Go fix people’s busted AC or keep on holding this beautiful woman in my arms. Tough choice. Really tough choice.”
“You think I’m beautiful?”
“Yeah. I’ve never met anyone like you before.”
“Awww. You’re so sweet...”
Mercedes was still standing way too close, even though she had pulled back. Then she slipped her arms around his neck a little further, leaned in, and lightly touched her lips to his. The touch was feather-light, and lasted only a second.
Then she pulled back slightly.
They stood staring into each other’s eyes, still holding each other, still standing way too close to each other. Mercedes was looking exquisitely beautiful. Her lips still puckered, slightly parted, her brown eyes slightly hooded, tears in her long, fine eyelashes. Zach felt like he could look into that face, into those eyes, forever.
The moment lasted one full heartbeat, then Zach kissed her back.
They kissed politely at first. One distinct kiss, with a heartbeat’s pause in between. Then another. And another.
Finally, Zach said, “What are we doing?”
“Kissing.”
“I have to go...”
She planted another soft, moist kiss on his lips. “You can leave if you want.”
“I can’t stop kissing you.”
“Then stay, baby. I won’t mind.”
Zach decided to stay. Here in this house. Here in Mercedes’s soft, brown arms. Getting soft, sweet, moist kisses.
Gradually, the kisses progressed to open-mouthed, more passionate kisses. Zach couldn’t stop kissing her exquisitely shaped lips even if he wanted to. He wasn’t sure who started the tongue action, but he fully participated in it.
Then he realized that she had taken his shirt out of his pants and was slowly unbuttoning it. Before he knew it, she had taken it off and thrown it behind her on the bed. Then she unbuckled his belt, reached into the waistband, and pulled his t-shirt out. Soon, it joined his work shirt on the bed.
Mercedes rested her hands lightly on his shoulders as she started kissing him again.
The touch of her soft hands on his bare skin was electric.
He slipped his arms farther around her waist, resting his hands in the curve of her lower back, then slowly searched for the zipper of her dress.
Mercedes said, in mid-kiss, “Up. A little higher. That’s it. There.”
Zach put his hand on the zipper handle. Zzzzzziiip.
Mercedes exhaled as he unzipped her dress. “Yes. That’s such a good boy...”
They kept kissing. Softly. Slowly.
Zach said, “Let’s take this dress off, shall we?”
Mercedes flashed her eyes at him. “Yes. Please do.”
Zach took it off her in one smooth move. Then his gaze roved all over her body, mostly because he realized she wasn’t wearing underwear, but also because he had never seen a body like hers. It reminded him of a chocolate bunny rabbit. Except a soft, fuzzy patch of curly, black pubic hair covered her pussy.
Mercedes spun them around, as if they were dancing, so that Zach ended up against the dresser. Then she said, “You don’t mind if I unzip you, do you?”
“No,” he gasped. “Go ahead.”
So she did. Zzzzip. Then she pulled both his jeans and his boxers down.
He looked down, watching as she reached for his cock. Feeling her soft touch shocked him, only because it had been so long since the last time.
Then she started to stroke it. Up. Down. Up. Down.
Zach groaned out loud as she stroked his cock. Her manicured brown hands made a sexy contrast with his skin.
It didn’t take very long at all for him get very erect.
Mercedes said, “Looks like someone has a hard cock.”
“Yep. Sure do.”
“Do you mind if I suck it?”
“No. Go ahead. Help yourself.”
“Why, thank you.”
Zach chuckled, but the chuckle ended quickly as Mercedes eased down on her haunches, one hand resting on his hip and the other still holding his cock.
She was serious. Damn.
“Mmmmm...”
He was helpless to stop her. It was all he could do just to watch her.
“Mmmm. Mmmm. Mmmm. Mmmm. Mmmm...”
He stared up at the ceiling and groaned again but looked down. “You like that white cock?”
“Mmm-hmm. Mmmm. Mmmm.”
She carried on for a few moments longer. Zach realized she was touching her pussy as she sucked his cock. Then she released him.
Zach blurted out, “What?”
Mercedes grinned devilishly. “Don’t you want to fuck?”
He gulped. “Uh... yeah. But... I don’t have... any... condoms.”
She stood up, held his arms, kissed him, and said, “I had my tubes tied.”
Zach couldn’t hold back any longer even if he tried. He grabbed her by the arms all at once and turned her around. Immediately she started grinding her ass against his cock, which was still semi-erect all by itself.
Right away he could feel her wet pussy. His cock got hard again, very quickly.
Mercedes softly said, “Can you feel how wet I am, baby?”
“Yeah. Definitely.”
“That’s for you. And I can feel how hard your cock is. So I know you want to fuck. I can tell by the way you’ve been staring at my body.”
Zach grinned at that. “Guilty.”
Mercedes reached back and guided the head of his cock toward her pussy. The entrance was visibly moist, the lips starting to separate.
Zach couldn’t wait to fuck her pussy. But then he remembered—there was a woman attached. A woman who hadn’t had any action for a long time.
So he was going to have to be gentle. Mercedes was practically a virgin.
He was shocked to feel how wet her entrance was. Once he got the head of his cock in her, he just pushed his hips forward, and eased the shaft inside her, until the front of his hips touched her chocolate-ass cheeks.
“Aaaahhhh...”
Then he paused like that, with his cock inside her.
He quietly said, “Are you all right?”
“Ooooh, shit. Yes, I’m all right. Fuck me already.”
“I just don’t want to hurt you.”
“I just want you to fuck me.”
He grabbed her waist in order to hold her hips steady in those high heels, then he gave her exactly what she wanted, and what he wanted to give her—a good fucking.
Pretty soon, he had a good rhythm going, pounding her hard. Slap. Slap. Slap.
“Oh! Oh! Oh!”
“Is that. What. You wanted?”
“Oh, shit! Oh! Oh! Oh! Yes! Oh! Oh!”
Zach couldn’t even speak. He tried to breathe as he pounded her hard. Man, she must really want it bad. She took every stroke like a champ.
“Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh, God! Oh, God! Gonna. Come. Aaahhh!”
Zach could only marvel as he felt her vaginal walls contract around his cock.
Mercedes gulped air. “Oh my God. Let me lie down. My legs are all wobbly.” She went to the bed, whipped off her high heels, and spread her legs for him.
He was up for it. Very up for it. He grabbed her legs and tugged playfully, bringing her butt near the edge of the bed.
Mercedes giggled, but her giggle cut off in a gasp as Zach slipped back inside her. He slipped his hands under the small of her back and held her as he thrust much more gently this time.
Now, Zach could see her face. She smiled up at him.
“Mmmm. Ooooh. Yeesss. Mmmm. Mmmm. That feels so good, baby.”
“Glad. You’re. Enjoying. This.”
“Oooh! Oooh! Oooh, baby! Shit! I’m gonna. Come. Aaaahh!”
Zach winced as she dug her nails in his arms hard.
She gulped air again. “Oh my God... Please tell me you came too.”
“Not quite. But almost.”
She patted the bed. “Here. I’ll do the work this time.”
Grinning, Zach lay down while Mercedes straddled him. Seconds later, she had him back inside her pussy, moving her hips in a fluid up-and-down motion.
He held her by the waist as she gyrated her hips, using her vaginal muscles to milk him.
She licked her lips as she moved her hips. “I hope you’ve enjoyed your lunch.”
“Yeah,” he gulped.
“Doesn’t this rank as possibly the best lunch ever?”
“Yeah. The best. Ever.”
Mercedes giggled as sweat ran down in between her breasts, down her back, and over her hips. “Yes. The best. Fucking. Lunch. Ever.”
And this time, as Mercedes racked up her third orgasm, Zach came inside her. Her moans and his groans mixed together.
She leaned down to kiss him. “Oh, baby.”
Epilogue: Not so Tense
After a little bit, Zach finally managed to get up and get dressed again.
Mercedes came out of the bathroom, quickly smoothing down a calf-length white nylon nightgown with pretty lace at the bust, and said, “Can’t you stay?”
“I can’t. I’m late. It’s a wonder they haven’t called me.”
“I know. I’m sorry.”
“It’s only been a few minutes. I’ll be fine.”
“Okay.”
As Zach buttoned up his shirt and tucked it into his jeans, he said, “And don’t be sorry.”
Mercedes cracked a grin and blushed. “I’m not, not really.”
“Yeah. I can tell. Your face doesn’t look nearly so tense as it did before.”
Mercedes giggled. “No, I don’t feel tense either.”
They both laughed at that.
Then he said, “However, I can’t be the tech to come look at your AC next time it needs work.”
Mercedes sobered. “I know. That definitely wouldn’t be appropriate. But now that you mention it, you don’t look so tense, either.”
Zach chuckled. “No. I don’t feel tense anymore.”
“Good.”
“I gotta go. Thanks again for lunch.”
She kissed him. “You’re welcome. Give me a call sometime. That’s my cell number I gave you yesterday. I’d love to see you again.”
He grinned. “I’d like that, too. I’ll call you later. But for now I gotta go.”
“I know. Good-bye, baby.” She gave him a nice hug, then pulled back slowly, trailing her soft hands off his shoulders and down his arms.
“Bye, Mercedes.”
And he left. Seconds later, she heard the fr
ont door open and close. After a few minutes of giggling like a teenager, she crossed the room to the bed, then lay down and fell asleep.
Her husband’s ghost didn’t bother her.
About the Author
Jon Bradbury is a full-time writer and editor, as well as a long-time contributor to eXtasy Books. When he isn’t writing or editing, he loves to read, listen to music, build Star Wars Lego kits, and spend time in the kitchen. He can be reached by visiting his social media accounts, including Facebook, Twitter, Google Plus and Pinterest. Please visit his website for more information, as well as how to contact him directly.
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