The night was beautiful as only spring nights can be when winter loosens its harsh hold and the soft winds blown and flowers grow.
"Damn, I'm a poet and I didn't know it," laughed Sissy Littleton the Editor of the Littlestown News, as she sat at her computer trying to come up with a short story as filler for the Sunday Magazine. She had to be done by tomorrow and so far, the first sentence was the sum total of what she had written in the last three hours.
Try as she could every time she started to write, she remembered this morning and the fight with Darryl. They had been together for almost three years and seldom argued; this morning had been stupid and all her fault. She had asked him which she looked better in the sweater she was wearing, or the red blouse she was holding. He said neither one, wear the blue one.
He couldn't know that what she wanted no needed to hear was it didn't matter what she wore she was gorgeous in anything. Dumb huh? She nodded her head "I acted just like a dumb woman," she muttered.
She stood and walked over to the small mini fridge and took out her fourth bottle of diet coke in as many hours. "Well I'm on a sugar buzz that's for sure, I wonder if anyone has food stashed in their desk, I could sure use some. " She went on a hunt as she continued to talk to herself.
The machine had snacks but she didn't have any change and so it was mooching time. "They do it to me all the time so even if I am the damn editor and shouldn't retaliate, I deserve to take theirs, besides it's an emergency, I'm famished.
Slamming the last desk, after finding just a package of peanut butter crackers and some red licorice, she stomped her way back to the computer she was using just as she heard the whir of the ascending elevator.
She looked at her watch. "Who is the hell is visiting me at ten o'clock at night, and why didn't the security guard warm me since he left them come up."
She reached for the phone to check the man at the desk downstairs just as the elevator opened and Darryl stuck out his tousled blonde head and two hands holding one incredibly large pizza box.
"Safe to come out?" he called. She giggled, and I guess that was enough of an answer. That morning they had parted badly, she had thrown a cup of lukewarm coffee that soaked his clean white pressed shirt. He had thrown the sugar bowl at her and she had beaten a hasty retreat. They hadn't talked since then about the fight or anything and usually they talked six or more times a day.
Sissy took the pizza box out of his hands, inhaled the wondrous odor of cheese, sausage, and peppers her favorite, assailed her nose. They both said, "I'm sorry" at the same time and then Sissy with her hand already in the box said, "Let's table the rest until we eat, I'm starved. There is still coke in the fridge."
Darryl went back to the elevator and pulled out a six-pack of her favorite beer, he figured he needed all the help he could get although he still wasn't sure why they had fought this morning.
She grinned, "That's even better and swallowing her mouthful of pizza pulled his head down to her level and kissed him. He knew he was forgiven at least for the moment, nothing got in the way of Sissy and her food.
Sissy was tall for a woman nearly six feet to his six feet ten, and large boned but she walked with the grace of a ballerina and wore her weight in all the right places. She had a round beautiful ass, long gorgeous legs, classic facial features and long golden red hair that cascaded down her back to her ass if she wasn't wearing it up, large glorious sea green eyes topped all this and long dark lashes.
She was a man's wet dream walking. He hated when they fought because he knew if she ever left him for someone else he would have to kill himself or the other man. She could never belong to anyone but him ever.
It was almost an hour later, the beer was gone and so was the pizza. They had walked together over to her office and pulled the curtains, locked the door and snuggled together on the long old-fashioned leather sofa that occupied one whole wall of the tiny office. Often as not Sissy slept there when news demanded that she be available. Sometimes times as now it got used for other things.
Darryl carefully pulled her sweater over her head and then slowly, because he loved to watch as her breasts tumbled out of their confinement and into his hands he unhooked her bra. He was ready when it fell apart and lowering his head, he kissed all over and around her globes before he finally licked out and then sucked her nipples into his mouth and teased them to hard pinpoint perfection.
The soft moans he heard and felt as his head lay against her chest and the odor of arousal now in the air told him his darling was putty in his hands. He sat up part way and pulled her skirt up to her hips and her panties down to her ankles. He loved the fact she wore a garter belt for nights just such as this. Besides they made her look so damn sexy he could hardly wait to put his now throbbing cock deep inside her waiting pussy.
"I hate it when we fight, but you got to admit making up sure is fun," He said in a sexy growl.
She hit him, but just as she started to say, something smart she felt his cock push deep inside and "Oh damn" is what came out then "Fuck me honey" something Darryl was happy to do.
They were in love and making up and so the lovemaking was slow, sweet, and very pleasurable. Darryl had to kiss her twice when she screamed out so loud he was afraid they would hear her downstairs.
It was almost midnight before they dressed again. "Good thing your father is in Florida or we couldn't do this at the office," said Darryl. Sissy's father the former Editor who had retired after a heart attack had a bad habit of popping in when least expected.
Sissy blushed as she pulled her sweater over her body ignoring her bra and straightened up her skirt. "I had the most awful picture of Daddy opening the door just as I came with a scream and him grabbing Granddad's cane from the corner to wallop you over the head for ravishing his daughter."
That got them both to laughing and it was ten minutes more before she could put her shoes on and start shutting down the place for the night.
Darryl made as if he was twirling his moustache, like an old-fashioned villain. "Well, my little peach pit are you coming with me so I can finish ravishing you in comfort in our big soft comfortable bed?"
Sissy walked over to him stretched up to kiss him and grabbed his crotch. He groaned as she squeezed "I will make you cry mercy before the night is over you lecher"
He laughed and said, "I'm looking forward to it and pulled her into the elevator as he shut off the main lights.
The Guard wished them a pleasant "good night" as they left and then smiled as he went back to rewinding the tape from the security camera in the editor's office. "Good thing her daddy never was told about that one," he mused, "I sure would get bored. Damn it's good to be young and horny," and he hit the play button as his hand found his semi erect cock. "Oh well an old man has to make do with what's available."
They were home before the old man found his pleasure and in the shower getting ready for bed before Darryl finally asked if they could talk about the fight that morning.
"I missed you like crazy all day, and I don't ever want to be that miserable again. What did I do so I never repeat it?"
Sissy tried to explain but only another female would ever understand. They had been together a long time, Sissy was underneath her mouthy attitude afraid that someday, someone would take him away and it was killing her. She had been the one to say no commitment so she figured she couldn't change her mind now.
Darryl, who had always wanted to marry her, had settled for being with her under her terms. Lately however they fought over the dumbest things, he had explained it to his mother this morning, and he that he knew Sissy was unhappy he just didn't know how to fix it.
Darryl's mother had some good advice. She had also told him how to manage it. She told him to get the girl a ring, propose to her, and if she said yes take her away and marry her right away. He knew she wouldn't leave with the paper to be put out in 24 hours but then he had a whole week because he had taken his vacation effective Monday, he had also bought the rings that morning.
He smiled as he pulled her close to him and turned her so he could wash her back. He leaned forward and whispered into her ear.
"I love you Sissy, no woman in my life has ever made me as happy." He didn't know what to say or do but hold her when she started to bawl like a baby.
When he had finally kissed, her tears away he sat her down on the shower stall seat and got down on his knees. "Someday peach pit, you're going to be mine body, soul, and newspaper. I'm not sure when or how but I am sure it's going to happen.
Sissy smiled at him and looked up under her long lashes with her vivid green eyes, "Would you really still want to marry me being a shrew like I have been lately?"
He leaned over as he stood and kissed her breathless. "Yes I will marry you, anywhere, anytime, any way you want just so you're mine when it's over."
Sissy gulped and stood up and got down on her knees and took his hand. It was hard to concentrate because she was at crotch level and his cock was swelling at the idea he was in for his favorite activity.
"Stop that this minute" she grumbled as she slapped him playfully. "Later I'll give you a treat now use your big brain and listen."
