Another hard day at work! He almost ran out of the building as he headed to the parking lot to get his car. Once inside, his mind was on her. He wanted her again. His desire for her was strong. He went in his pocket and pulled out his phone. He dialed her number and waited for her to answer.
"Hello," she greeted.
He smiled brightly as his cock harden.
"Hello beautiful, how was your day?"
"It was alright. How was yours?"
He sighed heavily sounding exasperated.
"That good huh?" She asked.
He chuckled.
"Yeah, exactly. I would really like to see you tonight. If possible."
He held his breath. He prayed she would say yes.
"You could come over. I'm cooking tonight. However, it's not seafood," she laughed.
He breathed a sighed of relief and then laughed.
"I'm great with anything you're making. I'll be there in about half an hour. I'll see you then."
"Alright, I'll be here waiting," she said and ended the call.
His car couldn't move fast enough as he drove to her house. Traffic was murder. It gets like that during "rush hour." But he finally made it to her house. As he walked up to her door, he thought about bringing her flowers. He turned back around and walk to his car when he hears the door opening.
"You're leaving?" She asked as she open the door wide.
He turned around and stared at her. He bit his bottom lip as he stared at her attire. She was wearing a black pencil skirt with the slit in the front. He could see the thickness of her thighs. Her button down blouse was made of a thin fabric. He could see her black bra. She wasn't wearing shoes, but she still looks sexy as sin. Her toes were polish red. He cleared his throat.
"I was going to buy a bottle of wine," he said.
She smiled.
"You don't have to. I have a few bottles inside."
She stepped to the side and waited for him to enter. He silently curses to himself. He made a mental note to buy flowers next time. He entered into her home. The scent of tomatoes, garlic and basil filled his nostrils.
"Smells delicious," he said as he pulls her to him.
The food wasn't the only thing smelling good. Her perfume so intoxicating. He kissed her softly at first. Her lips so full and soft. He felt lightheaded almost dizzy.
"Damn," he whispered.
She pulled away from him as she fixed her skirt and blouse.
"Come on, I'll make you a plate," she said as she heads to the kitchen.
His eyes immediately focus on her ass. The way it sways in her tight skirt. His mind went to the way it felt when she was riding him and how it jiggles when he was hitting it from behind. He shook his head as he grew hard again. They entered the eat in kitchen. He sat at the marble counter and waited. She made spaghetti with sausage and ground turkey meatballs. She didn't have time to do the bread or side salad. He didn't care. It looks so delicious as he dug into it.
"Mmmm, so good," he said with a mouthful full of food.
She giggled.
"I'm glad you like it," she said.
"I'm serious, this is really good. Is there anything you're bad at?"
She stood there thinking.