“Look, Tag, this might be the last thing I do as a single woman. Can’t you grant me this one final pre-marriage wish?”
“I want it more than anything I’ve ever wanted in my life, but it just seems wrong.”
The bed was aglow in moonlight, and my manhood was standing at full mast as I stole another quick glance at her nipple. Fuck. It was still peeking out from under her flimsy top, and I felt my hand began to move completely of its own accord towards her breasts until my fingers were gently gliding over their baby soft curves. I traced a path up and over each nipple and sprung them to life as though I had depressed the top of a ball point pen. The cat was officially out of the bag, and my dick was out of my pants, and there was nowhere left to go except deeper into the great inferno of hell. Dante had a special place for adulterers on the second ring, and Estelle and I were well on our way to cozying up for a nice double date with the fabled lovers Francesca and Paolo.
Both of our hearts were beating hard in our chests as we stared into each other’s eyes, both of us desperately wanting the other but neither of us willing make the first move. Estelle found her courage first and started moving closer until her lips were touching mine. Our kiss started out delicate and exploratory but quickly raged out of control when we opened our mouths and touched tongues. Our lips became entangled in a furious embrace, our tongues twisting hungrily to gain the advantage in a battle that had no losers. The world around us receded, and we found ourselves immersed in our own private fold in time where our personal big bang was only moments away.
I broke from her lips just long enough to slide off her top and take hold of her breasts then lean down and encircle each nipple with my tongue. She gasped in pleasure then abruptly proceeded to take off my pajama bottoms, using her foot to slide them down with the practiced efficiency of a mountain climber ascending a jagged peak. She took off my shirt next, and, now, with me properly naked, she abruptly dropped her mouth onto my painfully hard member and used the formidable presence of her lips and tongue to bring me to the edge of climax in mere seconds. I narrowly avoided release by sliding backwards and away from her powerful efforts.
“Sweet Lord, woman! You’re playing with sweet hot man-fire here, and nearly set this entire room ablaze!”
“Oh, sorry, I got caught up in the moment,” she said.
“No need to apologize. I generally live for moments like those.”
I eased Estelle back onto the bed, pulled off her underwear, then gently pressed her legs open and ran my hands up her thighs and all the way to her breasts. Sweet mother of God how I missed touching her body. I suddenly felt the very real need to kiss her, and, as I leaned forward, my hard member inadvertently pressed against her wet essence and caused her to let out a little moan of pleasure. I brought my lips to hers and lingered only long enough to touch tongues before moving down and kissing her neck, nipples, and then stomach with my goal being to prolong the journey to her great divide, so that I could enjoy every inch of her supple flesh. I finally dropped down the final stretch then pressed my tongue deep into her essence, and she threw her head back and gripped the sheets with both hands. I moved teasingly upward and at last brought my tongue to her clitoris, where I did circles and gradually increased the speed and pressure. Her face became flushed with color, and her chests was rising and falling rapidly with each breath as she started losing herself to the growing pleasure. Her hips flexed involuntarily, and I used the moment to slip my hands around and take hold of her buttocks, so that I could pull her pelvis to my mouth and make her clitoris a prisoner to every whim of my tongue. Her back arched, and her entire body started shaking as I forced her mercilessly headlong into the throws of sweet climax. I held on tight, as though to a bucking bronco, and continued to deliver pleasure that brought on cries of ecstasy so loud that they were surely echoing across Richardson Bay and filling the ears of the smug residents of Tiburon.
She came to rest when I at last released her clitoris from my mouth, and she urgently pulled me up and guided my throbbing member all the way in to her essence, which was still pulsing with orgasmic aftershocks. I began sliding in and out at a slow luxurious pace, and she reached up and ran her hands through my hair then guided my mouth down to her breasts, where I ran my tongue over each of her nipples to make damn sure they stayed taught and elongated.
I pulled back, and we shared of look of wanting desire that was an unspoken cue to increase our efforts. Our hips were now pounding together at a furious pace, and that meant we were well past Newton’s first law and into his third, which stated that for every action there was an equal and opposite reaction. I was pressing in, Estelle was pressing back, and the end result was pure unadulterated pleasure. Time and the world around us disappeared from our perception, and we were the only two people in existence as we rode on the edge of bliss, lost in the mental purgatory between arousal and release. Estelle began to cry out, and I joined in, pouring my entire being into a great final burst of energy until both of us were lost to climax. With our gaze firmly locked upon one another, we continued on until our bodies were completely spent, and we at last came to rest and lay silently with our breathing the only sound except for the distant fog horn on Alcatraz. We stayed in that moment without speaking a word until I could no longer hold back my voice.
“Are you really sure you want to marry that guy?” I asked.
“No, I’m not. In fact, I’m as confused as hell at the moment.”
CHAPTER FIVE
A Talk in the Clouds
I AWOKE AROUND seven and noticed that Estelle was already awake and sitting over by the window, where she was wearing my bathrobe and enjoying a cup of coffee as she watched the marine life frolic outside on Richardson Bay. She saw that I was awake, smiled, and pointed at the cup of coffee sitting next to me on the nightstand.
“Well good morning to you too,” I said, as I sat up and took my first sip of the heavenly elixir.
“Morning, sunshine. How did you sleep?” she asked.
“Pretty good after all that excellent cardio last night. How do you like the view?”
“Amazing—did you know your neighbor has a giant fucking cat?”
I laughed.
“Yeah, that’s Mr. Pickles. I had to rescue that little fucker last month.”
“Rescue? From where? The pet food section at Walmart?”
“Not exactly.”
She walked over and sat beside me on the bed, and the robe fell open to reveal her lovely breasts.
“Hungry?”
“I am now.”
“I mean for food.”
“Exactly—man food.”
“I’m talking about real food.”
She closed her robe, and I sighed to myself as I wondered if that was the last time I would see her lovely bosoms. With a hint of sorrow filling my thoughts, I got up and went into the bathroom while Estelle headed next door to the guest room. Thankfully, she was well aware of my predilection to having the bathroom to myself during my morning movement, so I knew I didn’t need to take the precaution of closing and locking the door. I sat on the throne, took another sip of coffee, then took a moment to think about shit—and I wasn’t referring to the actual shit that was about to fill my beloved commode. Instead, I was referring to the shit that was taking place in my life—namely, the unexpected appearance of Estelle and that fucking German assassin. Sure, I was at least happy to see Estelle, but who in the hell was this mysterious German, and what did he want with me or, more likely, the Topless Agenda? It was definitely time to give Senator Matheson or Daniel Vandenberg a call. Oh well, I’d deal with that later, as right now it was time to focus on my dump. I took another sip of coffee, but, as I prepared for release, Estelle suddenly came walking into the room.
“Mother of goats!” I yelled practically falling off the toilet.
“Relax. I just needed some toilet paper.”
There were two rolls stacked off to the left of my toilet, and I grabbed one and threw it over.
“Thanks,” she said, as she caught it one handed.
“You do know what you’ve done?” I responded.
“Let me guess. I’ve ruined your dump?”
“Definitely, but it’s worse than that.”
“Seriously? Because from the smell of things, you haven’t even started it yet.”
“True, but it doesn’t matter, because interrupting me, even in the opening stages, is enough to be a great harbinger of doom.”
“Anyone ever tell you that you can be a drama queen?”
“Only when it comes to matters of the toilet, and now you should know that it is entirely likely that something terrible is going to happen to me today.”
“Well, if something terrible does indeed happen to you, then I will make it up to you with the most amazing blowjob you could ever imagine.”
“Before or after you’re married.”
“Doesn’t matter. I’ll do it either way.”
“OK, but I can imagine a pretty fucking amazing blowjob.”
“Good, now enjoy the rest of your dump,” she said, as she left.
I downed the last sip of coffee and did my best to relax and let loose my bounty. It came with some trepidation, but soon I was done and stepping into the shower, where I hoped the hot water would help me relax. I emerged five minutes later feeling refreshed and clean then got dressed, packed my bag, and headed downstairs to join Estelle. She had on a fresh outfit and looked as beautiful as ever, and, better still, she was in my kitchen cooking scrambled eggs. I grabbed some plates, and we dished up breakfast and moved to the dining room table, where we were bathed in the soft diffused light of a typically foggy Sausalito morning. We ate in relative silence and hardly spoke a word, and the only sounds were our silverware scraping the plates and the cries of the nearby seagulls.
“So, when do you leave?” Estelle asked, after she took her last bite and turned to me, looking a bit uncomfortable.
“My flight’s at noon.”
“When do you get back?”
“Hopefully a week if all goes well. When is your big day?”
“Saturday.”
“So, only six days away. Shit, I’m really sorry for interfering with your life like this.”
“There’s nothing to be sorry about. I was the one who came knocking on your door.”
“I suppose, but I can’t help feeling a little guilty.”
“Don’t. This is what I thought I needed to do in order to make sure I was making the right decision.”
“Did it help?”
“Not so much.”
Shit, I would have been happy as all hell if Estelle didn’t get married, but, I also didn’t want to be the home wrecker who thwarted her potential nuptial bliss. Either I was the lucky asshole who stole the girl or the lonely miserable asshole who didn’t, and either outcome still seemed to make me an asshole. Estelle was looking at me, and I got the impression she knew what I was thinking.
“Don’t worry. If I somehow decide not to get married, it would be because of me, not you.”
We cleared the dishes and cleaned up the kitchen, then I grabbed my things and met her at the front door, so that we could walk out together. The sun was just starting to burn through the morning fog, and it looked as though it was going to be a clear beautiful winter day in Northern California. It was therefore kind of a bummer that I was heading off to the Middle East, but the weather would likely be even nicer where I was going. We reached the parking lot and stopped at her car, which turned out to be a white BMW M2.
“This is a seriously sweet fucking ride for someone who grew up in Berkeley. Honestly, I figured you for a Prius.”
“Fuck no, though the fiancé thinks this car is too sporty and wants me to sell it and buy a Prius.”
“I’d say that’s all the reason you need to cancel the wedding.”
“Yeah, I’d have to agree.”
We stood there for an awkward moment with neither of us sure what to say next.
“Well, I suppose I should be going,” she said, breaking the tension.
“Yeah, me too.”
We hugged, then exchanged a final kiss, and it abruptly grew in intensity until we were fully making out with our lips locked together and our hands wandering all over each other’s bodies. This unintentional flareup of passion started sending copious amounts of blood flowing into my man parts that quickly awakened the flesh dragon. Estelle could obviously feel it pressing against her body, because she reached down and started stroking it until it reached its full potential. I therefore decided to match her enthusiasm and slipped one hand into her pants and the other into her shirt, the former delivering some strategic clitoral stimulation, and the latter making sure her nipples didn’t feel left out in the cold. We continued on, every second driving us farther into the madness of lust with the public setting being the only thing keeping us from making sweet love right there in the parking lot. She abruptly stopped and pulled away, leaving my member painfully hard and pressing angrily against the fabric of my pants.
“Whoa, sorry. I didn’t mean for that to get so out of control,” she said.
“Me neither.”
Another quiet awkward moment ensued until Estelle once again broke the silence.
“Fuck, this is really hard.”
“Yes, as is my penis, but it’s OK. I spent all of my youth and at least half of my adult life dealing with blue balls, so I’ll be able to soldier on.”
She laughed and punched me in the arm.
“I’m serious, asshole.”
“I know, and aside from this serious boner, I’m seriously sad to see you leave right now.”
“And I’m seriously sad to leave.”
“This all seems so crazy when you think about the fact that we’ve only known each other for a little over two weeks but…”
“I know, it feels a lot longer,” she said.
“Yeah…”
“Oh well, I should be going.”
“Yeah—so—good luck with the whole wedding thing.”
“Yeah, and good luck with your latest mysterious job and that fucking German.”
“Thanks, I’m probably going to need it.”
We hugged, then she let go of me and smiled, though her expression grew noticeably sad as she turned and walked to her car. I stood at my door, my eyes never leaving her until she gave me a final wave as she drove out of my parking lot and disappeared from view—and perhaps even my life. Shit, I hated saying goodbye to Estelle, and it was even harder knowing that the next time I saw her she would likely be another man’s wife. I put my bags in the trunk of my Subaru WRX STi then took a minute to regard my silver beauty.
“Ahhh, my sweet Silver Hornet, it was all likely thanks to you that we survived our little encounter with the German last night,” I said, as I patted the enormous rear spoiler.
My attention was suddenly drawn to my neighbor Stephanie who had just arrived at the parking lot. She was attractive, probably around forty, and tended to dress in form fitting clothing that showed off her rather impressive figure. She and her fellow workout junkie husband Robert lived two houseboats over, and both of those fuckers seemed to take an unusual interest in my daily life. I’m not sure if they were particularly nosey or just bored with their idyllic yuppy existence, but I got the impression they were attempting to live vicariously through me by observing my various travails. Case in point being the fact that she decided to walk right up to me and smile as she gazed down at the very obvious boner that was still pressing against the front of my pants
“Wow, you really do love that car, don’t you?” she said.
“I do, but you’ll be happy to know that this boner came from a woman.”
“It looks pretty serious, so it’s probably a good idea to deal with it before you get on the road.”
“Oh, is that a roundabout offer of sex?”
“Yeah, though it was hardly roundabout.”
“Well then, my place, your place, or the back of the Si
lver Hornet?”
We had a quiet moment where we stared at each other, and I had the feeling it was a challenge to see who would blink first. Before she could answer, however, her husband Robert came driving in, and I wasn’t entirely sure but I think Stephanie might have looked a little disappointed.
“Nice boner, Finn,” Robert said.
“Thanks, your wife gave it to me.”
“Yeah, right.”
She climbed into her husband’s car and gave me a peculiar smile as they drove away. With my embarrassing public boner debacle officially at an end, I decided to give the Silver Hornet a quick once-over, as I hadn’t had a chance since our dramatic car chase. I checked the front and rear bumpers, curious how much damage they had taken from that fucking Audi, but, thankfully, the polyurethane material had absorbed most of the impacts, and all that remained where some scuff marks on the paint. Oh well, I’d deal with them when I returned home.
I climbed inside then hit the start button and felt my heart race ever so slightly as the engine roared to life. I gave it a few gentle revs then put it in gear and headed to highway 101 to begin the thirty minute drive to the San Francisco Airport’s private air terminal. City traffic was light, but I still took Sunset Avenue instead of 19th and reached my destination a full five minutes ahead of schedule. The Vandenberg Jet, a beautiful converted Boeing 777, sat parked in its usual spot while a number of ground crew prepared it for its long voyage to Dubai. I grabbed my things, locked the car, and headed for the jet’s forward hatch. As I arrived at the bottom of the stairs, Brett, one of the plane’s regular pilots, appeared at the doorway with his skin as tan as ever and his teeth still blindingly white.
“Hey, Finn, how was your visit home?”
“Short but sweet, as I received an unexpected visit from Estelle.”
“How did that go?”
“Great, except for the fact that she’s about to get married to her fucking former fiancé.”
“Ouch.”
“Yeah, ouch indeed, but on the bright side, you’ll be happy to hear that I’ve brought you a present.”
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