There was a slight flicker in Jim’s eyes and she knew what it was. He couldn’t wait any longer. She’d pushed him over the edge. His body was on hers immediately, spinning her around, pushing her against the table. His hands were on her breasts, feeling them, massaging them and when he pulled down her top, and touched her skin, her back involuntarily arched backwards and her mouth opened in pleasure.
“Oh, fuck. Yes, fuck.” She hadn’t used the word since she was a high school girl, but it was the only one that seemed appropriate as he roughly pushed his body into hers, pinning her against the table.
She leaned backwards, against it, balancing her hands on the edge, while he squeezed her tits together, running his thumbs over her dark brown nipples. Just as quickly as he touched them, she felt them pop back and sit up at attention while he rolled them between his thumb and fingers.
“Those fucking tits. Fuck, I've seen those nipples stick through your shirt so many times, teasing me, fucking with me.” He barely had the words out and his mouth was on them.
She felt as though she was going to faint as he held onto them, tasting each one. At first he tried to devour them and she let out a little shriek of pleasure as his tongue flicked, back and forth, at her nipples. When he pulled at them with his teeth, releasing them then letting them pop back into place, she realized that she couldn’t stand upright anymore. Her knees were buckling.
“Stop. Wait, wait just a moment, please.” She could barely say the words. She felt as though she was out of breath. Gently, she tried to regain her balance and stand upright, pushing him away with her body.
Jim looked at her incredulously. She could see the unsatisfied hunger in his eyes as he spoke. “Stop, no, Elizabeth. No more stopping. What do you mean ‘stop’? This is ‘go’ time now.” He had his hands on her hips as he spoke. They looked twitchy, as though they couldn’t wait to touch her again.
With her tits hanging out of her top and her panties sticking to her shorts, she answered him. “Yes, keep going, but not here. This isn’t going to work.”
They looked at each other for a moment and at the same time said, “The front, the couches.”
She’d never raced through the office area so quickly. The desks and computers and fax machines were a blur to her as she made her way to the reception area, with Jim right at her heels. When they reached it, she felt a slight breeze blowing between the two large windows, and the small area felt cooler than the copier room had. Turning, he was on her instantly. This time he pushed his mouth onto hers and kissed her, his tongue slipping into her mouth, playing with hers. Kissing him back, everything seemed to stand still. She forgot who she was and where she was as his hand slid down the front of her shorts. Breathing in, she felt his fingers reaching, and touching the front of her panties. She had been wet since he first looked at her, while he sat on the edge of the table. Standing straight, anticipating the feeling of weightlessness that was about to come, she felt him stroking her pussy lips through her panties.
“Oh, my gosh, Jim. Oh, my fucking gosh.” And, it happened. She felt as though she was floating. She wasn’t sure how she was still standing, but she was. Jim stroked the wetness of her panties, then slipped his fingers under them and touched her pussy lips. She couldn’t take it anymore. She’d never, ever, been this aroused.
“Let’s get them off, Elizabeth. Let’s get you undressed.” He said it in a hard, matter of fact voice and she obliged, immediately.
When she’d slipped her shorts down to her ankles, she stepped out of them and looked into his eyes. He kept watching her. His soft blue-green eyes were hard now, hard and hungry.
“Yes, honey, the wet panties, too. Get it all off.” He was undoing his tie, taking off his shirt, while he spoke, still burning his eyes into hers.
She removed her panties and pulled off her top and stepped to him. He was shirtless, but still had his pants on. She could feel his cock pressing against her leg. Boldly, she reached down and ran her long fingers along it, feeling its hardness. His eyes watched her, allowing her to stroke it, before undoing his belt and sliding his pants to the floor. When he pulled his underpants off, she held him in her hand, just as she’d imagined a few hours earlier.
He was long, this was good, but he was thick, too. She hadn’t thought of that. She hadn’t pictured that in her dreams. Gently, she cupped his balls then ran her fingers around his shaft, her eyes widening at the girth of it. And, just like in her dream, he seemed to grow and pulsate, as she squeezed it. The head of it was burning red, and seemed to get redder, as she softly squeezed her fingers around it. It needed to be somewhere. In her mouth, her pussy, anywhere, she just needed it somewhere.
As if he could read her mind, he had his arms around her, pulling up on her ass, guiding her pussy towards him. At the same time, his lips were on hers again. He kissed her roughly, his teeth holding onto her tongue, releasing it only when he was ready to. She sunk into his body, and reached down for his cock, refusing to let go of it. As she played with him, she felt his hand slide down again, and this time he slid his fingers into her pussy. Now she couldn’t stand up, and toppled backwards onto the couch. Just before she hit the cushions, he caught her and guided her onto it lengthways.
“Lie down, honey. Lie down.” His eyes were on her body now as he said it. Stepping back slightly, he reached for his pants and pulled a box of condoms from the pocket.
Elizabeth lay back and closed her eyes while Jim removed the little envelope, tore it open and placed the condom on his cock. When she opened her eyes again, he was on top of her and his lips were kissing her neck. He kissed it and sucked on it. Then she felt him taste her earlobe while his hard strong knee pushed her legs apart, separating them. Reaching down, she put her hands on his hips. He looked at her for a moment and seemed to enjoy the look that she was giving him. Then his head was down again and his mouth was back on her tits. He licked her nipples, played with them, and she responded each time by arching her back up towards him, asking for more. All the while, she could feel him sliding his cock up the inside of her leg. She was becoming wetter by the second.
She lowered her arms down, grasping for his ass, but could only reach his hips. She held onto them as he supported himself with his hands on either side of her and pivoted his cock, closer and closer to her pussy. She let out little gasps as she felt him drag it along her skin. Then, when his cock touched her pussy lips, threatening to enter, she felt her face burn red and her lips quiver. His eyes were on hers now, looking down, blazing into her. He looked almost angry as he lifted himself up slightly and slid the head of his cock into her pussy. The initial pop melted her and she gasped again, but instinctively, she pushed upwards, towards him. Her head was tilted back and her eyes closed, but she knew what he was doing. He was holding onto his cock and rubbing it on her pussy lips, squeezing it against her clit, teasing it into her. And, each time he did it, her body convulsed a little more. She arched herself backwards then forward again, every time she felt his thickness enter her. He was loosening her up, giving her just a little bit of his long, thick cock, each time. Then, just as she thought she was going to pass out, he eased his body onto hers and pushed himself all the way into her pussy.
Letting go of his hips, she put her arms above her head and gripped onto the arm of the couch as tightly as she’d ever held anything in her life. It wasn’t a dream, but it wasn’t reality either. It was the way the smooth skin of his legs was touching hers. It was the way he was kissing her, taking her. It was the way his chest was leaning down, pressing against her tits. And it was the way that his cock was stroking, slowly, smoothly into her pussy.
“Wow, that is one tight little hole, Elizabeth.” His sweat and saliva dripped on her as he wheezed out the words, all the while never losing his rhythm.
At first he stroked slowly and she became accustomed to the pleasure of his thick cock filling every crevice of her insides. Then, just as she was adjusting to the satisfaction, she felt his thumb and forefinger, touching
her clit.
“Fuck, yes, fuck, yes.” It was all that she could say. She repeated it over and over as he made little circles on her pleasure spot while his cock slid in and out of her.
“Yes, honey, fuck. You are one lovely fuck. That’s for sure.” He breathed heavy in between the words, his face clenched, and his mouth tight and straight.
Every part of her body felt pleasure. If there was such a thing as a pleasure-meter then it would have been off the scales from the tip of her toes to the hair on the top of her head. He’d settled into a rhythm, and each time he pushed into her, his fingers gently worked at her clit. She tried to push back and match his rhythm. It was useless though. She felt helpless. Each time his thick cock squeezed into her pussy, she seemed to lose a little bit of air. She said “yes, fuck,” over and over and every time she said it, she got a little bit closer.
He stopped rubbing her clit just as she was reaching down for his hand, trying to indicate that she couldn’t take it any longer. She smiled, a hard, satisfied smile, as she reached her climax and wildly bucked her hips into his.
“Oh, fuck, yes. Oh, fuck, yes.” She kept saying the words as wave after wave of pleasure flowed through her body. Her hips had a mind of their own and did not want to stop. They just kept thrusting towards him, releasing all the months of pent-up frustrations.
Jim didn’t flinch. She could feel all of the weight of his body settle on hers now, and his hands slid under and grabbed her ass. He allowed her to keep bucking, but restrained her slightly. At first she thought she was too wet to hold him in any longer. Then, with a jolt, she felt a further thrust into her pussy. It was almost as though he’d been holding out and hadn’t totally entered her. Now she could feel all of his manly thickness inside her and he was pushing hard, very hard.
“Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, oh, fuck.” Her eyes were open wide and she was staring at him. She felt the pain every time his dick slid further into her.
He was wild now and he never relented, never stopped. He continued to hold onto her ass, and pump every centimeter of his manhood into her pussy. His tempo was fast. It was about him, his pleasure, his orgasm, she could tell. His hands tightened on her ass cheeks, gripping onto them, and she knew he was close. She stopped bucking and rode his wave as he stretched her tight little pussy. She caught her breath and lost it again every time he pushed. Then, it happened. Even with the condom on she knew that he’d cum. His body limped and settled on her, and she could feel a burning sensation as he came. He tried to continue stroking but it was no use. His hands were firm on her ass, pulling her as close as two people could possibly be, but the orgasm was obviously draining him. Just as he attempted one last push into her, a terrific wailing noise came from the window. It sounded as though a family of cats were sitting on the ledge and screaming at the top of their lungs into the building. It was followed by a thunderous explosion of pounding from a thousand war drums.
Elizabeth sat up, rolling Jim over and onto the floor. The noise continued and got louder, settling into what sounded like a melody or a song.
“What the fuck?” Jim looked at Elizabeth, his eyes blazing as his ass hit the cold floor.
She looked at the open window, the source of the noise, then back at Jim, then at the window, and again back at Jim. “What is that? Who is that?”
They listened as the bagpipes played the national anthem with the drums backing them up. “O Canada,” rang in their ears. They couldn’t hear the crowd of parade watchers singing along outside, but they were. All of them were standing with their hands on their hearts, singing the national anthem.
Jim looked at her and shook his head. “It’s the parade, Elizabeth, just the parade. They’re playing the national anthem. The parade is just outside, on the street, remember? Bagpipes, fucking bagpipes, I never have understood what they’ve got to do with Canada anyway.” Gradually, as his eyes moved from her face and settled on her tits, he softened and smiled. “Are you gonna let me back up there now?”
As the shock began to wear off and her breathing slowed back down, she attempted a smile back at him. She looked over his hard lean body the same way he was looking at hers. When her eyes reached his cock, she saw him stroking it. Fuck, he was hard again. Already.
* * * *
They used three more condoms from his little box, before Elizabeth pulled on her clothes. A kiss goodbye didn’t seem appropriate after being touched and probed in every possible part of her body, but that’s what she did. She leaned in and gave Jim a long soft kiss on his lips. When he reached out to pull her close she smiled mischievously and stepped away from him. “I can’t. I should go.” Still smiling, she let him playfully grasp at the air between them while turning towards the door. “Really, I better go.”
She was halfway down the stairs when he called after her. She looked up to see him leaning over the railing, grinning, still grinning. “You know, Elizabeth, I think we should take a sick day. I think both of us are in need of a sick day. How about next Monday? I know a place where we can have some privacy, a place that’s a little more comfortable than the old couch up here.”
She grinned back at him. It was impossible not to. His shirt was unbuttoned, his hair a messy tangle and his smile was playing with her, teasing her. She shook her head and kept smiling back, enjoying the spell that she seemed to have cast over him. “Maybe, Gretzky, maybe. We’ll see.”
Comfortably settled back in her car, she glanced in the rear view mirror. Her hair was a mess and her makeup was smeared from sweating and being pressed against Jim’s body. When she looked down at her tube top it was slightly askew and her shorts had a small rip at one side, where she’d hurriedly removed them. Chuckling, she thought of Jim’s expression when he’d stood at the top of the stairs. He’d enjoyed himself, too. It had been good. It had been very good. She drew her breath in for a moment and thought of all the pleasures she’d just experienced, all the positions she’d enjoyed. And then, she waited for it. It had to come. She knew it would. At some point she was sure she’d feel guilty. She breathed out then in. She was sore in her legs and her pussy, and her ass stung from where he’d smacked it while pounding into her. There was no guilt though, nothing. She thought of the first orgasm that he’d given her and the complete feeling of freedom that came with it. That’s what this was. This was freedom, freedom from everything.
The parade was long over and the crowds had dispersed as she drove her car along the quiet streets. David wouldn’t be home from work for a couple of hours so she took the long way home. Turning off the air conditioner, she put her window down, enjoying the heat from the mid afternoon sun on her arm. The car cruised slowly down the quiet avenues and all of a sudden, everything seemed to be in slow motion. Then, she thought, No, it isn’t slow motion, it’s normal motion. This is the speed that the world really turns at. It just feels different because I’m not familiar with it. This is the world at its real speed, its real pace. She passed homes and there were men watering their lawns or children playing in their driveways. When she passed restaurants or bars their signs flashed, offering price reductions, deals. It was a strange sensation. She saw all of these things every day of her life, ordinary mundane things, but she never really saw them, never really experienced them.
Once she was home, she showered and changed into shorts and a T-shirt, throwing her playtime clothes into the washing machine. Then, she chopped up some vegetables and made a salad, just like any other normal evening. Pulling two placemats from a drawer, she positioned them on the dining room table; one in David’s spot, and one on hers, their regular places—right across from each other. Stepping back, she looked at the large dining room table. They’d bought it when they first married. It was a beautiful, long, oak table and could comfortably sit eight people. Occasionally, they’d have her parents over for a family dinner, so there would be four of them. Or another couple sometimes joined them, but even then, there were still empty spaces at the table. That table had really started to bother her lately, their
big table that only sat the two of them.
When she returned to the kitchen she noticed a piece of lettuce on the floor. Leaning over to pick it up, she felt a slight twinge in her back. Smiling, she wondered if it was sore from bending over and sucking Jim’s cock or maybe it was when he bent her over the couch and fucked her from behind. The smile didn’t fade as she heard David’s car pull into the driveway. And still it didn’t fade when he walked into the kitchen and put his briefcase on its usual spot on the counter.
David stepped back for a moment and returned his wife’s smile with one of his own. “You look happy, what’s going on?”
Elizabeth sighed a little and looked at her husband as he stood in front of her, dressed in his still crisp uniform. Behind him there were tracks on the floor from his shoes, dirty imprints on the clean floor, and beyond him was their table, their big eight person table that the two of them sat at.
“Nothing, I just had a good day. I had a really good day.” And she had. She meant it. It had been a very good day and she intended to have another good day just like this one very soon. She’d just decided. She would see Jim again. She would take a sick day next week. Yes, she’d fuck him again, as soon as she possibly could.
Chapter Seven
Jim had a routine. You should always have a routine.
Check in using your real name. Have your briefcase in your hand and tell them you’re meeting a client and need a room that’s private and far away from the road. If they believe you, they believe you, and if they don’t, they don't. It really doesn’t matter.
The motels he picked were places he'd never bring Amanda. And they all looked the same. A small bedside table with a lamp bolted to it, a bed that was wider than a double but not quite queen-sized and a sliding door that led to a bathroom. The bathroom was always small and cramped and had an odor of cleaning solution coming from it. Always. He’d stayed at this one before, perhaps even this particular room. It was hard to remember.
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