by Zane
I started blushing. Hell, who wouldn’t blush with a man that damn fine paying them a compliment.
Like I said, I had seen his picture in the newspaper before but dayummmmmmmmm!!!! Quinton was about five-eleven, green eyes the color of emeralds and a clean-shaven bald head. His skin was the color of burnt sienna, smooth and flawless, and his smile perfect.
He was sporting a dark gray double-breasted suit with a crisp white shirt, unbuttoned just enough for me to see the baby-fine hair on his chest.
I was so busy checking his ass out, I didn’t see Rebecca approaching. As a matter of fact, he was checking me out too, and making no bones about it.
“Zoe, I’m about to leave. Bobby’s running a fever, and the school just paged me to pick him up.”
Rebecca could have been calling out the winning numbers for that night’s lotto, for all I cared. “Okay, Becca. Take care, girl.”
She gave me a quick pat on the arm. “All right, girl. Take care, Zoe.”
I realized how rude I was being. “Hold up, Becca. Have you met Quinton Matthews, the muralist?”
“Yes, we’ve met.” They shook hands, but nowhere near the seductive way he and I did. “Nice to see you again, Quinton. Your new mural is the bomb!”
“Thanks for the compliment!”
While he was thanking her, I was trying to sneak a peek at the bulge in his pants. I snapped back to my senses; I knew good and damn well I had no business thinking about another man’s dick.
“Zoe, I really have to run!” Rebecca was already halfway to the door, bumping into a waiter and almost causing him to spill a whole tray of drinks, when she yelled out, “I’ll call you tomorrow!”
I waved at her as she disappeared from our view.
“Mr. Matthews, I really have to be running along also.” Suddenly, I was scared to even be near him.
“Aw, so soon?”
“Yes, my husband will be expecting dinner at a certain time, and I still have to stop at two different places to scoop up the kids and all.”
“I understand. Domestic life must be hectic. Don’t let me keep you.” He was talking to my breasts and not my face, which made me even more uncomfortable. The black dress I was wearing didn’t seem that revealing, but he made me feel like I was working the corner in the red light district.
“Well, nice meeting you, and once again, I really do love your work.”
“Thanks.”
I started walking away, feeling his eyes on my ass, when I remembered the business proposition I had come there to make in the first place.
When I turned around and headed back toward him, he started grinning. My lips were forming the words when he inquired, “Let me guess. You want me, don’t you?”
I felt like hollering “Hell, yes!” but managed not to. “Actually, I want to talk with you about the possibility of marketing some of your work.”
“Hmm, is that right?” His eyes started exploring my body again. “Well, we can definitely discuss it if it means I get to see your fine ass again.”
That did it! My nipples got hard, and my pussy got wet. “Here’s my card.” I pulled one of my engraved business cards out and handed it to him. “Whenever you can find the time in your busy schedule, I’d appreciate it if you can call me so I can go over what I have in mind.”
“Well, I already know what I have in mind.” I started blushing while he glanced at the card. “An arts dealer, huh?”
“Yes. Exclusively African-American art.”
“Cool.”
“Thanks, and I look forward to hearing from you soon.” I zipped my purse back up. “It’s no rush, though. I realize you’re in high demand.”
“How about tomorrow morning? Say nine o’clock? My place?”
I was shook! My lips were trembling, and his eyes held me in a trance. He dug in his pocket and handed me one of his cards. I looked at the address of his studio and made a mental note that it was within walking distance from my office. “Nine tomorrow would be great. Thanks.”
“My pleasure.” He took my hand and kissed it once more.
“Well, I’ll let you get back to your other admirers. I didn’t mean to hog your attention.”
“Not a problem, Zoe. I can call you that, right?”
“Please do, Quinton.” Damn, on a first-name basis already! I wondered if that meant hellified sex was right around the corner.
I was leaving, trying to get out of there before my mind went even further into the gutter than it already was, when he grabbed me around the waist from behind and spoke softly in my ear. “You cannot begin to imagine the things I want to do to you.”
He took my earlobe into his mouth, small hoop earring and all, suckling on it for a brief second until I freed myself from his grasp.
I hauled ass toward the door, face flustered and heart pounding so hard in my chest, I could actually hear the echo of it ringing in my ears. I glanced back at his fine ass one last time. He was still staring at me.
He held my business card up to his well-defined lips, smelled it like it had been hand-dipped in fine perfume, and used it to blow me a kiss.
I daydreamed about him all the way to the twins’ day-care center, more worried about what might not happen the next morning than what might.
I got home, threw a couple of Cornish hens in the oven, told Peter to go do his homework, popped a cartoon video into the great room VCR for the twins, and then went to my bedroom and locked the door. I laid there on the bed, fantasizing about Quinton Matthews while I masturbated and hoped I would cum before Jason got home.
I came three times in twenty minutes and would’ve cum at least three more if Peter hadn’t knocked on the door, informing me that he’d broken the lead of his pencil and couldn’t find his pencil sharpener.
chapter
thirteen
“Jason,” I whispered, trying to wake him up gently by rubbing him on the shoulder.
Still half asleep, he answered. “Yes, Boo?”
“I need to talk to you.”
He opened one eye, sat up just far enough to glance at the alarm clock on my side of the bed. “Zoe, it’s three in the morning. Can’t this wait till later?”
“No, not really.”
It was storming that night. One of the worst lightning storms of the season, and the weather center had issued a flash flood warning. The lightning was coming in from all directions and appeared to be dancing on the carpet. I couldn’t fall asleep if my life depended on it. I was like a bitch in heat. My pussy was feenin’ for some action.
Jason took a deep breath and propped himself up on his pillow. “You wanna talk? Okay, let’s talk. ’Sup, Boo?”
“I want to make love.”
He sighed. “Zoe, we made love less than three hours ago. Can I just get some sleep, please?” He turned over on his stomach, his head facing away from me. “I have an early day tomorrow, baby.”
What I should’ve done, at that moment, is tell my husband the freakin’ truth. I should’ve told him that, even though I love him and would take a bullet for him, I needed him to be more sexually open and willing to try new things. I should’ve suggested we seek counseling. I should’ve told him I started masturbating way back in junior high school and had been doing it ever since. I should’ve told him about all the sex toys I had hidden all throughout the house and at my office. I should’ve demanded he try harder to fulfill my needs and desires. I should’ve forced him to listen to me for a change instead of just brushing me off whenever the conversation turned to sex. Instead, I lay there listening to the thunder, watching the rain and lightning, and praying I wouldn’t get into trouble the next morning when I went to discuss business with Quinton Matthews.
I knocked even though the door was already ajar. “Mr. Matthews?”
“Come on in, Zoe!”
I entered his studio, which doubled as his apartment, at exactly nine sharp. I didn’t see him, but I could hear him moving around in the loft upstairs. “Hello. Good morning. Am I too early?”
“No, right on time.” He appeared at the top of the steps with nothing on but a pair of silk pajama pants. He was wiping the last of some shaving cream off his face with a towel when he came down the steps to join me. “Care for some coffee?”
“I’m fine, thanks. I have enough nervous energy already. I don’t need caffeine to exacerbate it.”
“You’re just a little Energizer bunny, huh?”
I smiled. “Yes, but I hardly ever wear pink and I don’t own a drum.”
We both laughed, and then he motioned me toward the leather sofa. “Have a seat, Zoe.”
I sat down, putting my briefcase on the marble coffee table in front of me. I made sure I brought enough information with me to try to sell his ass on the idea the first time around.
“Well, you may have natural energy, but I need some coffee. Be right back.”
I watched him walk into the kitchen and then took a quick survey of his place. It was awesome. I assumed he was buying the space, because just about every wall had a mural on it. They were all magnificent, and he had a set of crates covered with black velvet in one corner. I figured they were used for people to sit on and pose while he spent hours on end painting their portraits.
I noticed there was a canvas on the easel and decided to be nosy. I went over, lifted up the oilcloth covering the piece, and looked at it. I was surprised to discover it was a portrait of the governor. The state must have commissioned him to do it for the state capitol building. Quinton made him appear so lifelike, it was unreal.
The studio was located on the top floor of an old department-store warehouse downtown, which had been renovated and turned into huge lofts. There was only one other tenant on his floor, located at the other end of the hall.
“Hmm, inquisitive too. I like that in a woman.” I didn’t notice he had returned with a steaming hot mug of coffee in his hand.
“Sorry.” I replaced the cloth. “I guess I was a bit out of line. It could’ve been a portrait of your woman or something like that.”
“Well, for future reference, I don’t have a woman.” He started looking me up and down again. “At least, not yet.”
I turned toward the window, away from him, so he wouldn’t see me grinning from ear to ear. “Oh, wow!”
“Oh wow, what?”
I walked closer to the window so I could get a better look. “The mural you painted at the MARTA station. It’s right across the street.”
“Yes, it is. In fact, that’s how I came across this condo. They were renovating the building while I was working on the mural, and well, you know the rest.”
“Cool. I didn’t realize you were right across from it. I go there a lot and eat lunch, but I approach it from another direction.”
He took a sip of his coffee, so close to me by that time, I could hear him gulp it down. “Why do you go there and eat lunch? I didn’t know they had a restaurant over there. Unless you include the hot dog vendors on the corner.”
I giggled and looked back at him. The sunlight was hitting his green eyes, and I almost fainted . “Very cute! No, they don’t have a restaurant. It’s just that my office is not that far away, and I love the mural, so I walk over here and eat the lunch I bring from home. Walking is good exercise.”
“From where I’m sitting, you don’t need any exercise.”
“Well, since you’re standing and not sitting, I’ll take that as an almost compliment.” I brushed past him, catching a whiff of his aftershave and the soap residue left over from a shower he obviously took before my arrival. “Shall we get down to business?”
I sat down on the sofa, opened my briefcase, and started pulling out the presentation folder I had rushed to prepare that morning, since I had no idea he would agree to see me the very next day after we met.
“Hold up.” He put his hand on top of mine, pushing the folder back into the briefcase. “Basically, you want to take some of my works, turn them into marketable, affordable prints, and then sell them through your arts business?”
“Yes, that’s exactly what I want to do. Now, if you’ll allow me to show you some figures I worked out, we can—”
“Don’t worry about it. I trust you, and we can do this.”
“Huh?” I was shocked. “You’re agreeing to it just like that?”
“Yes. I made some phone calls last night and checked you out. It’s all good. Anyway, I’ve been thinking of doing a venture like this for quite some time.”
I was ecstatic and had to keep myself from jumping up and doing cartwheels. “Well, I don’t know what to say.”
“Say it’s a deal, and we can work on all the figures at a later date.”
I reached for his hand to shake it. “Deal!” He held true to form and kissed it instead.
“Well, I’m sure you have a lot to do today, so I’ll get out of your way. Thanks so much for the opportunity to market your work for you.”
I closed my briefcase and got up, headed for the door. He followed me, grabbing me by the elbow and swinging me around. “Just a sec. Why are you always running away from me?”
“I’m not running! Don’t be ridiculous!” Damn shame he was so right! “I just know you have things to do.” I pointed to the canvas on the easel. “Like painting the governor and awesome things like that.”
“Hmm, well, you know, you’re not the first person who has asked me to do this whole business thing.”
I had never thought of it that way. A man as talented as he was must have received offers on a daily basis. I looked him in his sexy, mesmerizing eyes and asked, “Then why did you tell me yes?”
He started pressing up against me, and I backed up until I ran out of space and my ass was pinned against the door. “Zoe, I was hoping you would do something for me as well.”
Talk about being a nervous fucking wreck! I wasn’t sure whether to ask what he wanted or not. I was afraid I might like the request a little too much. “Really?”
“Yes, really.”
I could feel his breath on my cheek. “What might that be?”
“Let me paint you.”
For a moment, my mind registered him saying, “Let me fuck you.” Wishful thinking, I suppose.
“Paint me?”
“Yes, paint you.” He took his hand and removed a piece of lint off my black tweed business suit. “You’re so beautiful. I want to paint you. Free of charge, of course, and I want to hang the portrait of you over my bed.”
I started stuttering when his bare chest pressed up against my hard nipples through my blouse. “What, umm, I mean, why do you want to do that?”
As long as there is a breath in my body, I’ll never forget-the next words he spoke to me. “I want to paint you and hang it over my bed so when you are here, we can make love underneath your splendor, and when we are apart, I can behold your beauty and satisfy myself just by the mere thought of you.”
My lips started trembling, and I began to feel lightheaded. Maybe all of the blood rushed to my throbbing pussy like it does to a man’s dick when he becomes aroused. Hell if I know. All I did know was my ass was about to be in a world of trouble. I had never thought about fucking another man before I laid eyes on Quinton, and I should’ve run. I should’ve never been there in the first place, but I was there, and he was real, and the desire to be with him was hypnotizing.
When he kissed me, I tried to push him away. Okay, I tried to push him away with just a teeny bit of effort. His kiss was soft and deep all at the same time. It reminded me of the way Jason used to kiss me way back in the beginning. He reached down, picked me up, and pressed my back against the door. I straddled my legs around his back. My pussy was so freakin’ wet.
Our kisses got more profound, and I should’ve stopped him. Looking back, I realize there are so many things I should’ve done differently. I’m so ashamed about what happened next.
He carried me over to the sofa, laid me down on it, and traced a path down my body with his mouth, pausing to gently nibble on my covered nipples. He pu
lled on them, one at a time, with his teeth, and I could see my breasts expand through my silk blouse as he moved his head back and forth.
I sat up and tried to put my feet on the floor so I could get up. “We can’t do this! I’m married!”
“Not happily. If you were happily married, you wouldn’t have kissed me.”
“Yes, I’m very happily married, and I have to go. This just isn’t right.”
“Nothing has ever felt so right. You know it and I know it. You want me just as much as I want you.” He started rubbing my thighs and pulling off my lace-top thigh-high silk stockings. “Just lie back and relax, baby. I would never hurt you.”
That was it! The moment I realized I was fighting a lost cause. My mind was saying no, but my body was saying yes, and my body won by a landslide. I lifted up my hips so he could pull my black lace panties down over my legs and off.
I made one last attempt at salvaging my cheatless marriage record by whispering, “Please.”
Then I buried my head into one of the toss pillows on his sofa, drowning my moans in it while I had my pussy eaten for the very first time.
chapter
fourteen
Damn shame I did that! I let that man feast on me for a good hour, and unfortunately, I loved every minute of it. I had done extensive reading on cunnilingus, but of course, Jason didn’t do anything but go downtown and window-shop. He never actually purchased anything.
I couldn’t imagine cumming as many times back to back as I did. I lost count somewhere after twenty. Every time I tried to pull away, he would pull me back down toward him, whispering things like, “Give me my pussy!” and “Damn, you taste delicious!”
He was fingering me and pulling some of my juice out with his fingers so he could suck it off. Scared the living daylights out of me. When he finally came up for air and starting pulling down his silk pajama pants, I jumped up. I took a good look at him. His face and chest and hands were all smothered with my essence.
I started grabbing for my belongings, shoving my stockings and panties into the side pocket of my large purse. “I really have to go!”