Ken looked at his watch impatiently. It was Sunday night and his neighbor, Bonnie Bernstein, should be knocking on his door anytime now. His large apartment was in a very exclusive building on New York's upper west side. The building had four apartments per floor and Bonnie's was directly across from his. She was due home after an assignment from CBS Sports had put her in the Meadowlands for a Jets game.
He loved the NFL season. Not because of the sport itself, but because of how Bonnie reacted to it. Last season, quite by accident, Ken discovered the effect the NFL had on his beautiful neighbor. One Sunday night last season, Ken happened to be in the hallway as Bonnie arrived home. At first he thought Bonnie was upset. Her face was a little red and she seemed to be trembling slightly. It was when he said hello that he realized she wasn't upset. Bonnie looked at him like a starving man looks at a steak. Recognizing a woman who needed sex, he quickly crossed the hall, put his hand on her back and feigning concern, asked if she was all right. Bonnie nodded, smiling. After a few moments of lustful stares, She pulled him into her apartment. In less than a minute, Ken had his pants around his ankles and Bonnie was flat on her back, legs spread as he fucked her as hard as he could.
That better-than-his-wildest-fantasy night in Bonnie's apartment was the beginning of a regular Sunday night occurrence. After a few hours of sex, she was sated enough to tell Ken that she was easily aroused around athletes. She was able to control herself during games, but once her job was over she had to get out of the stadium as quickly as possible. If she stayed too long she knew she'd be too tempted to ask a player to take her to some isolated spot for wild, no-holds-barred sex. Until she found Ken, Bonnie would rush home to her oversized dildo and spend the rest of the night trying to satisfy her nearly insatiable sexual appetite. Ken was more than happy to let Bonnie use him instead of her dildo.
In the time since this unusual relationship had begun, Ken got to know a Bonnie that no one else did. On the air, in public and dealing with CBS executives Bonnie was the consummate professional. With her friends she was outgoing and fun, but always in control. However when she set foot in Ken's apartment, she gave him complete control. She transformed herself into his personal whore. It seemed that nothing was off limits. Oral, anal, light bondage, Bonnie not only did it all, but pleaded for it. She had countless sexy maid outfits, slutty cop uniforms and perfect replica NFL cheerleader costumes. And one thing Bonnie really loved to do was dance for Ken. Not the kind of half-hearted awkward swaying you might get from your girlfriend only after hours of begging, but the kind of cock stiffening ass shaking moves that would make the best strippers envious. She aimed to please and she never failed.
He checked his watch again. 8 o'clock. When Bonnie worked a game in New York, she usually had cum dripping from her chin no later than 7. Ken had been thinking about pounding Bonnie since early afternoon and if she didn't show soon, she'd be in for roughest fucking of her life when she finally did show. He thought that might have been part of her plan. Ken discovered early in their relationship that Bonnie didn't mind being held down and fucked violently. Not being beaten, mind you, but being used. And Ken intended to use every hole she had multiple times that night. So if showing up late to wind him up as tight as possible was her plan, he wasn't going to disappoint.
Another fifteen minutes ticked by with excruciating slowness. Ken was practically vibrating. Finally, he heard a knock at the door. He launched himself at the door and opened it with such ferocity, Bonnie jumped, dropping the garment bag she was holding. She stood before him looking as spectacular as he'd ever seen her. Ken let his eyes roam all over Bonnie's perfect body, from her silky soft long brown hair to her black five inch fuck me pumps.
He stared so long, Bonnie finally said, "Are you just going to drool or are you going to invite me in?"
Ken grunted, grabbed her arm and yanked her into his apartment. Bonnie squealed with delight. He snatched up the garment bag and tossed it towards his couch. "You're a little late tonight."
"I'm sorry, baby." Bonnie's voice was soft. She pointed to the garment bag. "I just got some new costumes I wanted to bring over. And I wanted to look my best for you."
