Anthony was thinking that this neighborhood was a dump. It was endless apartment complexes, only a few of which were in decent shape, and it appeared that parking was at a premium because even street parking was hard to find. There was not a single visitor's space at the White Dove Apartments where Alex lived. He thought about taking one of the tenant's spaces, but he did not need the headache of someone towing his car. More likely they would just key the paint and leave him a nasty note. He had also entertained the thought of just blowing off this date if that's what it was. His lust however had the better of him, and instead, he had parked three blocks away and was walking to her apartment. He hoped his Audi would be there when he got back. There was a chance he would not be back to it until the morning. He was certain he could turn this into a long night of screwing. He really wanted to fuck this bitch's lights out. His one other chance at her did not work out so well and that frustrated him.
Anthony was surprised when she called. When he first heard her voice on the phone his stomach clenched. He was sure Alex was calling to tell him that she was suing him or blackmailing him. Instead, she was very pleasant and invited him to her place to share a bottle of wine because they had gotten off on a bad foot. It seemed that she was going to let him have another go with her.
Their last tryst was a disaster. He had noticed her during her first week in their marketing department at Pangea Resources Consulting, a 140-person firm specializing in geologic, engineering, and financial studies mostly for mining clients. He and a couple of his buddies started the company 20 years ago when they were fresh out of graduate school. She was capable and fit in well at the company and was something to look at -- tallish height; he guessed about 5 foot, 9 inches with dark brown hair, and a nice athletic but still curvy build. Less a couple little quirks, she had a model's face, perfect tits, and she dressed well, wearing dresses that fit her form and always with heels. The few times she wore dresses that showed of her legs, he about had to go back to his office, close the door, and jerk off. Her legs on heels were so sexy. He wished some of the other women in the office dressed like her. They were too casual for his taste, but most could not pull it off like Alex.
Anthony admittedly had been lusting after her but had not acted on it; there was more than a 20-year age difference. She was fresh out of college. He was very fit but in his late-40s. Because of his 6' 3" height and naturally muscled frame, in his younger years he had been a ball player and lifted weights. He kept that mentality and workout regimen going after he started his professional career, but in this late 30s he got into rock climbing and mountaineering. He kept the strength but trimmed down to a leaner, chiselled physique. He was proud of his mountaineering exploits. He had been on the highest summits of six of the seven continents. Antarctica was the last continent he had to conquer to get the seven-summits acknowledgement. His time outdoors had left him ruggedly handsome, or so he was told. It was not out of the question that he could screw Alex, but then there was the whole office appearance problem. If anything happened between them that leaked out, that would have to be managed and might be difficult. He had satisfied himself with just fantasizing about her, as he knew many other men in the office were.
A couple of guys had taken runs at her but were shot down soundly. The way she dressed said one thing, but she came off as a bitch, all work and no play. If he thought about honestly, there was nothing wrong with how she dressed, it was perfectly appropriate for the office. It was just the whole package that had the guys drooling. Then she just acted as a professional should in the office; she made it known that she did not like sexist remarks. Yep -- a bitch. He had resigned himself to just fantasizing about her.
One night, however, he joined a bunch of the staff in the tavern located on the street level of the building their offices were housed in. Conveniently, he lived in a large condo on the 35
th
floor of the Carrington Tower a couple of blocks away, so he could get ripped and not worry about driving anywhere. Alex was there, she was more receptive outside of the office, he got ripped, they made a good team at the pool table, one thing led to another, and Alex came home with him. She wanted to go slow, but he was drunk. He did not recall a lot of what happened when he woke the next morning, but what he remembered was not good. He seemed to recall that he had asked some things like "did she like her job" and told her "if you do the right things, there could be a raise in your future" which in context of him trying to get into her pants, were way wrong, he had to admit. Unfortunately, he remembered that he got a bit forceful, held her arms down, and had fucked her hard. A random drunken thought had come to him, he did not know if she had protection, and he pulled out, finishing with his hand and squirting his cum all over her. Apparently, she was about to orgasm when he pulled out, he ruined it, and she did not like that at all. He collapsed next to her, too drunk to keep it up, and she said, "That's it; you asshole." She obviously had enjoyed some of it if she was about to cum. But she was quite pissed, wiping his cum off her with his shirt, dressing quickly, and storming out. He, however, passed out satisfied. Nonetheless, his was a good orgasm.
For the next couple of weeks, he avoided Alex's floor and was expecting Jen from HR or even the cops to be knocking on his door. Nothing happened, and then he heard that she had left the company. He inquired with HR and found out she had gotten another job offer. On her exit interview she had said she enjoyed working at Pangea and thanked them for the opportunity. The pressure was off, but he still felt uneasy about it.
Alex had been really sweet when she called and had said that since she was no longer working for him, they should get together. He had been drunk last time, and she did not hold it against him. Anthony was still surprised that Alex wanted to get together tonight at her place. Sounded like she was going to give him a shot at fucking her without an expensive meal as a prerequisite.
He finally got up to her apartment. It was on the third floor of a four-story building where all the apartments faced an interior courtyard. The railing on the stairs and courtyard balcony needed paint with rust showing through in more than a few spots. The pool in the center of the courtyard looked like it had not had water in it for years. He knocked on the door and she answer wearing a tight-fitting, low cut, short black dress and 4-inch black heals. It showed off her breast and legs nicely, and she looked very sexy. He stammered out "Well hello."
She showed him in but then said curtly, "You're late."
"Well yea. Parking sucks in this crappy neighborhood. I had to park five blocks away. Why do you live here? I know you make decent money."
"Not everyone can afford to live in ritzy downtown condos. I had to pay my way through school, and I have loans to pay off."
This was not starting out well, he had to correct course, or the night would be over before it started. "Let's start over. I am sorry I am late." He was confused by her adamant reaction to this. It was only ten minutes. "And you are absolutely, incredibly gorgeous."
"That's better," she said a bit harshly.
They sat on the couch and made small talk while they shared a reasonably nice bottle of Merlot. She got to the point surprisingly fast.
"Anthony, I was thinking you might want a chance to make up for that last debacle in bed."
"Yeah, I am sorry for that. I was drunk and said and did all the wrong things," an admission he felt was necessary if he wanted to continue the evening.
"You already said that on the phone, now I am going to give you the chance to make up for it. I want to have a good long session of satisfying sex tonight; you up for that? I'm really horny. I mean seriously horny, and I am hoping that last time was just a fluke."
He was a bit taken back by her aggressiveness, "Yeah -- that sounds great, really great."
She leaned over and kissed him deeply and while doing this she started undoing the buttons on his shirt. When she had the last button undone, she pulled his shirt off. Then she bent down and took his shoes and socks off tossing them to the side of the room.
She said, "Stand up."
He did and she kissed him on the lips then the neck. She then started undoing his belt then his pant snap and zipper. This was all happening so fast that he was not having the chance to work her dress off. That was fine, he would get it off soon enough. Right then he was enjoying having her undress him.
She sat back down on the couch and said, "Take your pants off. I want to see you naked."
He did not say anything, just slipped his pant and underpants down to his ankles and stepped out of them.
"Just stand there. Nice. I like that you shave your cock and balls. And a tan with no tan lines. How do you manage that?"
"My condo balcony faces south and is private enough."
"So, you don't wear clothes when you are home."
"I don't really need to, so why bother."
"Nice. I like that. One second." She texted someone a short message. "Sorry, I just remembered a message I needed to send."
She stood up and gave him a hard wet kiss sliding her tongue deeply into his mouth, then led him to the bedroom. She pushed him down onto the bed. He thought that this was certainly headed in the right direction, even easier that he had expected.
"One sec, I am going to go check that the door is locked and check my texts."
Anthony heard her open and close the door and movement coming back to the bedroom.
What appeared in the doorway completely startled him. It was Hulk 1 and Hulk 2. These guys were huge muscle-bound behemoths, and they jumped on him. He tried to dislodge them with no effect.
Hulk 1 said, "Don't struggle bro. We don't want to hurt you."
While he was pinned there, Alex went around attaching black, locking, leather cuffs to his wrists and ankles. Then she produced some chains from under the bed and with the help of the Hulks, had him completely immobilized.
Hulk 2 said, "Good luck bro," as they left.
"Thanks guys. It's nice to have helpful neighbors like you," she said causally.
"Have fun. Don't hurt him. You might give grandpa a heart attack," said Hulk 1.
"Thanks. I have this handled."
"Hey Alex, I don't know about this. That was unnecessarily rough. I think I would like you to let me go."
"Anthony, you remember what you did to me? You were kind of rough. If you want your chance to make it up to me, you'll let me do this. Let me even it up; it will make me feel much better about you. You want me, don't you? I hope you do. Just seeing you like that is making my pussy drip." But then her expression changed, and she said, "Damnit, you owe me asshole!"
