This is a revision to a work I submitted almost 20 years ago under a different author name. I'd love to hear what you think of it.
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Corbin awoke to find his body responding to the proximity of Lizzie's naked form. His cock, hard and ready, wanted to feel the warmth and snugness of her pussy. Scooting closer to the object of his affection, he wrapped one arm around her as he gently slid the other under her neck to cradle her. He had found himself thinking of her constantly during the days since that first night, amazed that she would think him wonderful enough to share her body and her bed. Planting soft kisses down her neck and shoulder blade, Corbin busied his free hand by tugging at Lizzie's nipples, his hand then sliding down to her warm folds, seeking out her clit. Using his thumb, he teased and tickled it, awakening Lizzie's body. She stirred in her sleep, a soft half moan half purr coming from her lips as her back arched in a very feline movement underneath his hand. Corbin loved waking her up this way. He took this opportunity to coax her body around so she was lying on her back. With his hand still busy at her pussy, alternately stimulating her clit and sliding one or two fingers inside her, his mouth traveled down between her breasts and over to her nipples. They were so responsive. He suckled at one, then the other, knowing that this action alone could bring this enticing woman over the edge.
As if reading his mind, Lizzie's body arched again under Corbin's hand, her own reaching out to press his head closer to her body. "Oh God yes, babe," she whispered. "Now...I need you inside me."
Silently, Corbin slid his body over hers and slipped inside, taking long, fluid strokes so she felt every inch of his cock. As he pumped into her, Corbin nuzzled her neck, her breasts, and her mouth. Lizzie's arms wrapped around him, hugging him closer as her spread legs hugged his waist, her body rising up to meet his, thrust for thrust. Not a word was spoken between the two as they carried each other to orgasm.
Breathless, sweating slightly, Lizzie brushed the hair from her face as Corbin rolled off her onto his back. "You know, for an old man, you sure are one horny devil." She nestled into the waiting crook of his arm, her favorite spot after they'd made love.
"Can't deny the truth in that Liz. Although I suspect it has more to do with my sleeping partner than my own physiology."
"Sleeping partner?" She looked up at him mischievously. "Who else is sharing your bed? I don't seem to recall a whole lot of sleeping going on when you're over here."
Corbin leaned over and playfully bit her neck. "You are such a brat Lizzie. A wanton one at that too."
"Hmmm...must be my new bed mate." Laughing, she took advantage of his recovery and rolled him over to ride him again, their orgasms occurring quickly and intensely.
Afterwards, as she watched him dress from the comfy nest of blankets, Lizzie also found herself wondering at the beauty of their relationship. She couldn't remember ever feeling this complete with a man, this at ease. Her body responded to Corbin's touch as if it had known it forever and had been patiently waiting for his return. She was confounded that he would find her so appealing, so inviting, so alluring. "So...big plans today?"
Corbin sat on the edge of the bed to put his shoes on. "Nothing much...a couple of project meetings this morning," he glanced at the clock as he took Lizzie in his arms, "one which I'm going to be late for if you don't let me out of your bed."
Lizzie laughed huskily as her deliberately placed her hand over his cock and began stroking him through his slacks. "Uhm, who was laying on top of whom earlier? You're free to go any time you like, you old lech."
Reluctantly, Corbin pushed her hand aside. "Uh huh. You're a wanton little thing Lizzie Sherman." He stood up and leaned down to place a gentle kiss on her forehead as he whispered, "If you're not careful, you'll find I'm falling in love with you."
Lizzie blushed, her eyes cast down. "Don't tease Corbin, it's not nice."
"Who said I was teasing?" He kissed her again, on the lips this time, soft and gentle as he rose. "Now I've got to get going or I'm going to miss that meeting. Perhaps you should think about getting out of bed yourself, slacker." He left then, dodging the feather pillow thrown at his departing form.
The day passed quickly for both of them. Corbin's meetings taking a bit longer than expected; his co-workers teased him about coming in late almost every morning since Valentine's Day. He didn't mind. He knew most of them were jealous. While they didn't know how young she was, they did know he was seeing someone. Lizzie faced the same taunts from her co-workers, especially when the attorney she worked for noticed a distinct change in the tone of her voice when she was talking to Corbin. Lizzie didn't mind either, because she knew they were jealous too.
"Steve," she said as she poked her head around the attorney's office door, "I'm taking the afternoon off if that's alright. The due diligence for Project Boris is in Chad's office."
Grinning as he continued to work on the contract before him, Steve muttered something about certain paralegals developing a habit of bankers' hours. "Must be some guy Liz."
"Did I say I was meeting someone?"
"You didn't have to. I sure hope he's worth it."
Oh he is...he definitely is. So, is it alright if I leave?"
Steve looked up; inwardly pleased Liz had found someone that brought such a glow to her face. "Like I could stop you. Go...go on...I'll just sit here and try to keep from daydreaming about the decadent delights the two of you are up to."
Liz laughed as she retrieved her coat. "You're such a pig, Steve. I should have a talk with HR."
The drive to Corbin's office complex didn't take quite as long as Lizzie had expected, afternoon traffic being much lighter than normal. She had changed from her office attire to the pink angora cardigan she had decided not to wear on Valentine's Day, a snug, short, denim skirt and flats. Underneath she had the same brassiere, but neglected to put on the thong. As she turned into the complex parking lot, Lizzie smiled to herself, wondering what Corbin's reaction would be when he discovered the lack of underwear.
His receptionist had told her Corbin had gone to a nearby coffee shop in one of the connecting buildings for a meeting. The look in the woman's eyes said she definitely did not approve of Lizzie's appearance...either the way she was dressed or the fact that she was in the office. "I doubt your father will have much time to talk with you today," she said as she went back to answering the ringing phones.
Lizzie gave the old biddy a catty smile as she replied, "Oh, he's not my father...I'm his girlfriend." She had the satisfaction of seeing the woman's jaw drop as she left the office to find the coffee shop. No doubt by the end of the afternoon, that office would be buzzing with gossip.
She found the coffee shop easily and saw him sitting at one of the front tables, his back to the door, so he didn't see her come in. She crept up behind him and slid her hands over his shoulders and down his chest as she nibbled on the nape of his neck. "There really should be a law about sexy older men sitting alone in coffee shops...especially by the window. Very distracting."
Corbin turned his head, surprised as much by her appearance there as by her actions. "Cripes, Lizzie! Someone from my office might see!" As she sat in the chair next to his, he kissed her quickly. "It is a nice surprise though...what happened? Your firm finally go bust?"
"No, I asked Steve if I could take the afternoon off."
"So you're playing hooky, huh?" Corbin stopped mid thought as Lizzie removed her jacket. Taking a long swallow of tea, he looked her up and down and grinned. "Oh that's nice...wear that to work did you? You're not playing hooky...they sent you home for violating the dress code and x.distracting the senior partners."
Lizzie laughed as she took Corbin's hand in hers. "Nope...I honestly took the afternoon off. Decided you'd been working much too hard and needed a distraction."
"Oh believe me hon; I'm plenty distracted without you here." Corbin noticed the men in the coffee shop giving Lizzie the once over. He also noticed she was enjoying every minute of it. "Well, you little tease. That's very naughty Elizabeth. I'm shocked."
"No, this is naughty," she whispered as one hand went to the top buttons of the cardigan and undid them, revealing her breasts swelling over the top of the bra.
"Christ, woman. You're killing me." Corbin discretely checked to make sure no one was watching, and slipped a hand under her sweater and cupped her breast, his thumb circling over the nipple through the satin of the bra. He slid his chair closer and leaned in so it appeared the two of them were deep in conversation.
She blushed deeply. "CORBIN!" she whispered. "That's not naughty...that's positively wicked!" In response, she slid one hand under the table to give his cock some of the same treatment her breast was getting. "Never let it be said that I don't give as good as I get."
They lost track of how long they sat like that, teasing each other discretely, pushing the envelope with each caress, each stroke. Conversation turned to things they wanted to do to each other, either for the first time, or again. When one of the wait staff told them the shop was closing for the afternoon but they were welcome to stay if they didn't mind the noise, Lizzie's thighs were very wet and Corbin's cock was straining at his slacks.
"Are you ready?"
"Depends. What for?" Lizzie replied, knowing full well what was in store for her when they got home.
"Let's take a little walk, shall we?" Corbin gathered up their things and ushered Lizzie into the hall. He took her hand, and draped his jacket over his arm to hide his growing erection. He was silent as he led her through a maze of corridors.
"You seem to know where you're going. Do this kind of thing often?" she asked as she snuggled closer beside him.
"Not often enough I don't think...or as often as I'm going to in the future." He looked down at her and flashed a grin as he stopped. "Do you dare?"
They were standing in front of the men's room in the lobby of one of the buildings. He couldn't be serious, Lizzie thought to herself. The twinkle in his eyes said otherwise. Images flashed through her mind...would he take her from behind as she leaned over the sink? No, too public...what if someone came in? Would they go in one of the stalls? That had to be it...but how? The logistics had her slightly befuddled. Taking her silence as assent, Corbin led her quickly into the rest room and into the handicapped stall. Tossing their things over the support rail, his fingers frantically fumbled with the buttons of her sweater.
"I've got to have you...now." His mouth crushed down on hers, sucking the breath from her and making her weak in the knees. Like a starving man at a banquet table he feasted on her lips, neck, shoulders, as he pushed the sweater down, binding her arms to her sides. Helpless and breathless, Lizzie fought to keep her balance, wanting only to feel his hard cock plunging in and out of her pussy.
"Fuck me Corbin...hard...now..."
He raised her skirt and she heard him gasp sharply. He pulled her roughly to him as he pushed the skirt up to her waist, exposing her bare shaven cunt to the cool air.
"God, you're dripping," he muttered between kisses at her breasts and collar bone as he furiously fingered her pussy.
