There was that same hesitation again but then she simply said "goodbye" and we hung up. It was still Spring, and the semester didn't start until August so I figured I'd hear back in a couple of months and was just happy someone would be making use of the space. Settling back into my chair I turned back to the TV to watch the game. A few minutes later the phone rang again and this time I did know the caller.
"Hey," I answered with a smile, anticipation gathering in my body.
"Hey yourself," She replied, and I could picture the cute smirk on her lips. "You busy tonight?"
"Oh you know, just was getting ready to go out with a group from work..." I trailed off grinning playfully.
"Bullshit... Turn off the game and come pick me up," I could hear her matching grin in her response.
"I'll be there in 30 minutes." I replied and hung up, turning off the TV and heading down the hall for a quick shower.
30 minutes later I pulled up in front of a tall stately apartment building and saw her already waiting for me on the curb. I watched her walk to the car, my eyes traveling up and down her fit, curvy body. She wore a dark grey skirt that was just long enough to be considered professional, and a brilliantly white blouse buttoned almost to her throat. Her reddish-brown hair was tied up on top of her head and her long, toned legs were encased in black stockings above her black 3-inch heels. She looked absolutely delicious, and I was already anticipating getting her back to my house after dinner. From the look she gave me as she opened the door and slid into the seat, I wasn't the only one.
I had met Natalie a few years before when my company had assigned me to work with the legal team to prove that one of our competitors had been stealing proprietary information. She was just out of law school and was assigned to the case as a junior associate. A few weeks of 8 hours a day locked in a conference room together gave us an opportunity to get to know each other and after the case was over, we got to know each other a whole lot more. She was focused on building her career with no time for a relationship and I was far from interested in commitment after my marriage, so we were both happy with a casual friendship that included some definite benefits.
After closing her door, she leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. "Good to see you, Alex. I just finished up a case and needed a break." The slight scent of her perfume filled the car and sent memories flashing behind my eyes. Desire burned in my chest and my hands itched to hold her supple curves.
"I'm glad you called," I replied, reaching over to lay my hand comfortably on her thigh, my thumb brushing over her silky soft stocking. "Thai?" I asked with a smile, knowing it was basically a redundant question at this point.
"Thai," she confirmed. "I'm starving." Her eyes told me that the food wasn't all she was hungry for, and my shaft gave a throb of anticipation in my slacks as the desire continued to burn higher. Dinner was comfortable and the conversation flowed easily as we shared her favorite curry and my favorite stir fry. I could see her relaxing and took pride in being able to help her unwind. One of my favorite things about Natalie was how she unconsciously would match her appearance to her mood. By the time I ordered her mango sticky rice her long brown hair was cascading over her shoulders, her blouse was unbuttoned enough to reveal a generous amount of her cleavage and a sliver of her lacy black bra. She must have caught me glancing down because she slid her fingers teasingly along the swell of her breast and suddenly, I felt pressure against my bulging slacks, and I looked down to see her stocking covered foot tracing the shape of my cock. She asked, knowing that there was no way I was going to say no.
We barely made it to my house before clothes were coming off. I wouldn't be surprised if the guy across the street got a show as the door slammed behind us. Gripping her blouse, I ripped it open, buttons pinging against the wall. A moan of need escaped her lips as I lifted my hand to her chest, squeezing her tits through the thin bra she wore. I wished I could take a picture of her right then, her flushed chest heaving with desire, her body on display just for me. My hand fisted in her thick, soft hair and pulled back, baring her neck. I could see her pulse, hard and fast and a growl built in my chest as I leaned in to kiss, suck, and bite at her soft skin.
Her hands weren't idle either, moving from my hair down my back and around to my belt, frantically pulling at it to get it off as we made our way down the hall to the bedroom. By the time I lifted her onto the bed her skirt and blouse were discarded, and her hand was gripped around my throbbing shaft as I pulled my shirt over my head and stood over her. I took her in, laying in my bed in her black lingerie, complete with garter and stockings. She slid her hands down her body and hooked her thumbs under her panties, lifting her legs and sliding them up and off. Her legs came down and apart and my gaze dropped to her pussy. Smooth and pink and glistening under a trimmed landing strip.
Hunger flooded through me, and I dove down, burying my face between her thighs and eagerly began tasting and tonguing her sweet pussy. Natalie had maybe the best tasting pussy I'd ever enjoyed, and this time was no different. She tasted clean and fresh and needy, her cream flooding out to meet my tongue as I pushed it into her. Long slender fingers slid into my hair, and I growled into her slit. She knew how much I loved feeling her hand in my hair, letting me know how much she loved what I was doing to her. Before long, her moans grew shrill, and a flood of cream filled my mouth as she came. Fuck I loved how easily this girl came for me. I grinned and swallowed her cum, continuing to tease her with my tongue until her thighs unclenched from around my face. With one last kiss I pulled up and looked down at her with triumph.
"God I've missed that tongue," she said, still gasping for breath as her body trembled. She recovered quickly though and suddenly she was gathering her legs under her and moving to the edge of the bed where I stood, my cock hanging thick and hard. "And I've missed this too," she said as she gripped the base of my shaft and pulled my tip to her mouth. Wet warmth enveloped me, and pleasure flooded through me as she sucked my cock, and I groaned my approval. My wife had hated oral sex, and she was the only woman I'd been with before our divorce so the first time Natalie had sucked my cock, I hadn't had much to compare her too. I thought she must be the best in the world the way she worked my cock with her mouth and tongue. While I now had more to compare her to, there was no doubt that this girl had an incredibly gifted mouth. Bright green eyes looked up at me as I felt the wetness of her mouth increase, the blow job getting sloppier. I slid my hand into her hair and saw her nod. I knew exactly what that meant and took over.
Gripping her hair, I gave a thrust into her mouth, pulling her deeper onto my thick cock. She gagged and choked but then opened her throat and I felt myself slide in. I somehow missed her removing her bra but when her hands came up to my thighs I looked down and saw her beautiful firm C cups on display, already shiny with spit that had fallen from her mouth. I groaned and began fucking her mouth, knowing she loved it just as much as I did. My cock pulsed with pleasure and desire as I hilted myself in her mouth again and again, the fat tip plunging into her throat. A hand disappeared from my thigh, and I could see her shoulder moving as she rubbed herself hard and fast. Her eyes rolled up as she came, her moans sending vibrations up my shaft, pulling me over the edge with her, flooding her mouth with my cum.
When the last spurt had landed on her tongue, she pulled herself up my body and kissed me hungrily. I could taste myself on her tongue as I was sure she could taste her own cream on mine.
"Fuck me, Alex. Fuck me like you've never fucked before. Make me yours. I don't want to be able to walk for the rest of the weekend. Please Alex fuck me!
So, I fucked her. My cock never had a chance to lose its steely strength, despite the fact that I was nearing 40 and usually needed a bit of time to recover. But not that night. My cock stayed thick and strong, and I manhandled her onto her knees facing away from me and shoved her face down to the mattress as I knelt behind her. And I fucked her. I gripped her ass and slammed my cock into her pussy. I fucked her deep and hard, relentless and unceasing. I felt her clenching around me again and again, but I didn't stop. My lungs burned and my legs ached, but I couldn't stop even after I felt her cum again. Hunger and need drove me and I fucked her harder, pounding into her until I finally felt my balls tightening. Sweat covered us both and my hands slipped on her hips as I buried myself to the hilt, releasing a deep growl so animalistic I couldn't believe it had come from me. At the same time, I released a torrent of cum into her pussy, my cock pulsing so strong it felt like my entire body was clenching to push more of my seed as deep into her as it could.
I leaned over her and we collapsed to the bed, my cock slipping from her and we lay there, our breathing hard and ragged as we recovered. My lithe brunette lover turned over and curled into my chest, her eyes closed. I felt tremors coursing through her body and we lay there in silence until our breathing returned to normal. I knew the post-coital cuddle wouldn't last long, it never did with Natalie, as if she worried that it would lead to wedding bells and screaming babies. But I enjoyed it while it lasted, holding her body close and feeling our hearts beating like one.
