It was one in the morning in an International House of Pancakes on a weekday. This meant that the flow of customers were actually almost a standstill. I sat with my cup of coffee and waited for Hanna to show up to talk about the little note I received.
Things were a bit different. My downtime let me finish my thesis. I had a teaching job lined up at a local high school starting with summer and continuing through the fall. I had put my notice in at the old job, to which Sarah, who was now the head of human resources, had taken. She seemed sad about it but understood that this wasn’t going to be a career for me. Cubicle life wasn’t for me.
I poured myself another cup of coffee and looked up for the waitress, but Hanna finally showed. She kept it comfortable with heels, jeans, and a hooded sweat jacket. Her tangled red hair was tied up in a bunch at the back of her head as she sat down. The waitress came and she ordered herself coffee too.
“Tracy filed for her divorce,” Hanna said and I raised my eyebrows. I figured that Tracy would have milked the rest of it, but I was wrong, “Why did she do that?” I asked.
”She actually found him banging his secretary. I know, what a cliché,” she said as she poured her coffee and thanked the waitress.
”Didn’t he try to get her for cheating on him?”
”Yeah, but her investigators were more competent,” Hanna simply said, “So, about Roxy…”
“Hanna, you do understand I’m quitting right?”
“Yes, and your schedule now opened up even more for when we need you,” she smirked devilishly, “Besides, you don’t walk around bragging. Everyone has picked someone to come through so we plan on wearing you out while you are teaching young minds.”
I looked into my coffee and contemplated.
”By the way, the offer that is on the table, well, I’m going to need to cash that in early, so I’ll working on an even better offer for you if you accept.”
“Oh?”
”Yes, this is a full fledged booty call, so if you are done with your coffee, lets get out of here and head to my place.”
“You’re place?” I asked in disbelief.
”Yes. I have some things that I haven’t mentioned to anyone that I found out about myself about my husband,” she laughed, “It’s actually really funny.”
I just looked at her in silence.
”He’s gay. When he was taking viagra it was mostly to force himself to have an erection with me and do his husbandly duty. He only stopped because he had himself a piece of ass on the side. We’re still going to stay married, but he tends to spend the night over his friends house now. Basically now I’m just keeping up with appearances until his parents croak.”
It was my turn to laugh, “You’re shitting me?”
”I shit you not, now lets fucking stop talking about shitting and get to my place.”
***
So I’ll skip over the parts of the drive over in separate cars, and what her house looked like, which it looked like a house. She put her finger to her lips to let me know to be quiet as we entered and her lips immediately attacked mine. She started undoing buttons on my shirt and leading me back to her room as I unzipped her hoodie and helped her fight with it over her arms, tossing it to the side as we entered the room.
“What’s with all the silence,” I whispered as she attacked my pants with her hands.
”He’s here tonight and didn’t want to wake him or my daughter while entering, otherwise I would have taken you on the porch.”
She pulled down my pants and I reached down and pulled her shirt up over her head as her hand wrapped around my cock.
“When was the last time anyone was with you?” she asked.
“I don’t remember, maybe a week ago? I’m not sure.”
She purred in her throat and looked up at me, on her knees in heels, jeans, and just a bra as she took my hardening shaft into her mouth and started to swirl her tongue over the underside of my cock. I leaned against her door and groaned as her fingernails lightly scratched over my balls as her mouth started to bob up and down over my now rock hard cock. She twisted her head down the length of my shaft, taking me in her throat as she noisily took my cock repeatedly, the added noise applying added vibrations through my body. I pulled the pins that kept her hair up on the back of her head and then grabbed onto her curls as she fucked her face on my cock. I was pretty much holding on for dear life as I grunted and groaned. She unzipped her jeans and ran a hand down the front of her jeans to play with herself. She took her head almost completely off of my cock except for the head, lightly grazing her teeth over the upper rim of the head while swirling the tip of her tongue over the underside. She made a ring with her thumb and forefinger and started to jack the rest of my cock off. I felt my balls churning and flexing and tried hard not to shoot off until I was almost to the point of no return.
I felt as if I was going to reach the point of no return when she stopped what she was doing and squeezed the head of my cock as hard as she could, “No cumming for you yet… you’re not done.’ I couldn’t say anything; my mind was locked in the need and desire to cum. She squeezed for a few more moments until the need stood aside, then climbed up on the bed, shimming out of her pants, yet leaving the heels on, and pulled her bra straps down. Her tits overflowed the cups on her bra and before she could say anything, I was on the attack. I nibbled and bit at her neck as she simply moaned and stroked my hair. I continued to nibble and lick over her collarbone and down to her breasts. I cupped both of them and pressed them together. I made a figure eight over both of her areola and took time to tug at both of her nipple rings on each nipple, bringing gasps and moans of pleasure as her hips lifted up to reach mine.
”Fuck me, just fuck me Carl,” she said. Her hand reached down and grabbed my cock and pulled it toward her waiting wetness and I slid in easy. I hit her with slow and hard thrusts, pushing her up the bed. She arched back hit me with the same motion. Her arms reached above her head and stopped her progress toward the headboard as her legs locked around my ass, pulling me in harder as our thighs started to grind and thrust harder and faster. She was no longer quiet as her body convulsed in an orgasm locking my cock tightly in her wet vice.
“Fuck me harder you sonofabitch!” she growled, “Stick that fucking flagpole in me harder.”
“Harder?” I growled back as I pulled out and slammed it all the way back in.
”That’s the fucking way, oh god yes! Break me you asshole!” she responded with slamming herself up at me harder, “Show me that you need this fuck more then I need it.”
I lifted myself up briefly and pressed her shoulders down on the bed as I slammed into her, trying to compact her down on my cock as I fucked her and she just wailed in pleasure. I was at this point going as fast as I could, feeling my balls slap against her, I knew I was close.
