The phone rang only once before Andy's deep, pleasant voice answered, "Hello?"
"Hi." Monica replied, trying to keep her voice from trembling, "Monica just left for a party. I think she'll be gone most of the night. Would you like to come here, or shall I come there?"
Andy laughed and said, "Why don't you come over here? That way if she does come home, she won't catch us in the middle of anything."
"Ok." Monica said, "I'll be there in a little while."
"Ah my sweet sexy lady, I can hardly wait!" She could hear the grin in his voice.
Monica ran to her mom's bedroom and started to pull clothes out of her mom's closet, looking for something provocative to wear. In the back, tucked behind a pant suit outfit, Monica found a delicate, sheer, black lace dress.
She pulled it out and held it up to look at it, grinning and saying aloud, "Why, Mother! Such a revealing thing this! I think I'll put it to good use!"
Monica dressed quickly, then examined the result in the full-length mirror. She hadn't put on a bra and was pleased to see her nipples stood out under the lace. Monica debated on whether or not to wear the lace panties that had been with the dress. She looked at herself turning from side to side to appraise her image.
Grinning wickedly, she said, "I don't think I'll have it on for long when I get to Andy's, commando it is!"
Fifteen minutes later, she took a deep breath and knocked lightly on Andy's motel room door. He opened the door and as he saw her, a grin spread from ear to ear. Without a word he stepped forward, took her in his arms and crushed his lips to hers in a hot, passionate kiss. Even though that was exactly what she was here for, Monica was taken by surprise but only for a moment, then melted she against him and began to kiss him back.
Andy's hands roamed over her body, touching her breasts, stroking down her sides and along the curves of her hips, finally stopping as he cupped the firm cheeks of her ass.
He broke the kiss and whispered, "Maybe we should go inside? Unless you want to give the other motel patrons a show?"
Monica giggled and replied, "I think inside would suit me fine."
Andy led her into his room and closed the door. Stepping away, he mixed her a drink from the group of small bottles on the dresser.
As he handed it to her, he asked, "Rum and Coke, right?"
Monica smiled at him, took the glass and sipped at it, letting her gaze take in the man before her. He had dark hair, green eyes and was of medium height, maybe 5 foot 10. Wide shoulders and massive arms were from years of weight lifting. She had always liked Andy, and a few times had thought about what it would be like to fuck him.
Now she had the chance and she was ready. The really nice thing about this was he wasn't going to feel guilty, be hesitant about it or outright refuse like he would if she were still in her own body. Like the experience she'd had with Bill that afternoon, Monica knew she was in for a really great time. Unlike the afternoon tryst however, she wasn't being blind-sided by this one. She set her glass down, walked over to Andy and began to run her hands over his chest as she stared into his eyes.
"Please." She said, "I need you."
Andy smiled, picked her up and carried her to the bed. He sat her gently on the edge and with one deft motion, pulled her lace dress up and off. His eyes ran up and down her body as if to devour her.
"God, you are gorgeous!" He said.
He unbuttoned and pulled off his shirt, exposing his tanned and muscular torso. He unsnapped and unzipped his slacks, dropped them to the floor and stepped out of them. That left a pair of white boxers and with a grin he pulled them down and kicked them off.
Monica sat transfixed. She had never even seen Andy in a pair of shorts, much less naked. He was tanned all over and perfectly proportioned. His hard cock stuck out in front of him like a pole. It was good sized, and girthy, not monstrous by any means, but certainly a very nice example of male member. Andy stepped forward until his hard rod hung in the air only an inch or so from Monica's face.
"Care for a taste?" He asked with a grin.
Monica hadn't ever let anyone fuck her before today, but she had sucked a few. She reached up and wrapped her hand around the stiff pole in front of her. Her hand wouldn't go all the way around it. She leaned forward and slowly ran her tongue along the underside of the purple, engorged, plum-shaped head, then popped it between her lips and back out several times, making Andy laugh. She took as much of it as she could into her mouth, cupped his balls and began to slide it in and out of her ruby lips, all the while using her tongue to good effect.
Andy groaned and said, "My God, Eve! You give the best blow jobs! One of these days I'm going to finally talk you into marrying me."
Monica almost choked on his cock as she heard his statement. She had no idea how Andy had felt about her mom until that moment.
Andy glanced down at her, a concerned look on his face and asked, "Are you ok?"
Monica popped his cock from her mouth and replied, "I'm fine. I got a pubic hair stuck in my throat is all."
