Firefighter-paramedic Len Dewey, a lean, muscular, handsome black man of twenty-five, was surprised to find Marion Norris waiting in her car in the parking lot behind the fire station when he came out at the end of his shift. He smiled, waved at her, and walked over to her car.
Marion, a pale-skinned, full-bodied woman who was ten years older than Len, rolled her car window down and smiled at the man she had been having an affair with ever since they'd gotten together at a wedding a year earlier.
"I thought I was supposed to meet you at your place," Len said.
Marion frowned. "Ray came home unexpectedly," she said, referring to her husband. "He just got in a little while ago. Would you believe he expected me to go with him to some sort of formal fund-raiser? I told him I had a meeting that I couldn't miss, so he'd have to go to his damn fund-raiser on his own."
A knowing grin appeared on Marion's lovely face. "I told him I probably wouldn't be home until late." She laughed. "He was really angry, but as far as I'm concerned, it serves him right. Come on, get in."
Len did. The minute the car door closed, Marion accelerated out of the fire station parking lot, her tires squealing. Len struggled to get the seat belt fastened.
Marion glanced over at the young man and smiled. "I'm sorry, darling. I guess I shouldn't be in such a hurry," she said, "but I want to be alone with you. The sooner the better."
"So, if we can't go to your place, where are we going?" Len asked. They couldn't go to his apartment. He shared it with another firefighter, who was home. Neither of them was ready to have their affair become public yet.
"I reserved a motel room," Marion said.
A short while later, she pulled into the parking lot of a local motel, drove around in back, shut the car off, and turned to Len.
Len looked at the attractive woman sitting behind the steering wheel, the woman he'd been having an affair with ever since his friend Tim Jackman's wedding a year earlier.
Marion had on a soft-looking black and white top that had a wide neck opening and sported a wild decorative pattern and a black skirt. The dress looked as if it wrapped around her and tied at the waist. Dark stockings covered her shapely legs.
Marion smiled at him. "Are we going to sit here looking at each other?" she asked. "Or are we going inside?"
"Inside," Len replied.
They got out of the car and he followed Marion to a room on motel's second floor. She handed him the key, he unlocked the door and they went into the room.
Len closed the door behind them and put the chain latch on. Then he turned and before he could do or say anything, Marion was into his arms, kissing him fiercely. He locked his arms around her lush body and returned the kiss passionately.
"I...I...this feels so...so naughty," Marion murmured, pressing her body against him. "Sneaking off for a night of love in a motel!"
"I think it's exciting," Len replied.
His tongue caressed Marion's lips, her mouth opened, her tongue slid into Len's mouth and dueled with his as the kiss continued. Len grabbed his lover's bottom, pulling her against the swollen mass at his groin.
Flushed, breathing hard, they stepped back from their embrace and gazed at each other. Marion's lips were red and wet and her chest was rising and falling rapidly as she gasped for breath.
Len untied the sash at the waist of Marion's dress then she shrugged her shoulders and the garment drifted to the floor and puddled at her feet.
Marion, now wearing in only a lacy bra and matching bikini underpants, began to undress Len. It didn't take long before all that remained on the young man was a pair of white jockey shorts encircling his ebony middle.
Len undid the bra clasp between Marion's breasts and her magnificent globes sprang into view, sagging only slightly, the tips already rigid. He next peeled down her panties and removed his underwear then they both laid down on the bed.
Len had been anticipating making love with Marion all day. Now that the chance to do so was at hand, he wasted no time. He rolled atop her and her legs parted. His rigid penis was trapped between his belly and her already-wet gash and as Marion moved her body against his, thrills coursed through the dark-skinned young man.
Len lifted his hips and Marion reached between them, grasped her lover's rigid pole, and guided it to her opening as Len lowered himself. His erection stabbed into her, drawing a gasp from her.
"Oh, God, Len! I needed you so much!" Marion exclaimed, her eyes wide, as he filled her.
"I needed you just as much!" Len grunted. He began driving into her with powerful strokes. Her snug channel clutched his probing shaft as it rode in and out and Len realized he wouldn't be able to hold back his orgasm for long.
Marion locked her legs around her lover's lean, sable body and thrust her pelvis against him. Her arms snaked round his neck and she pulled his face down to hers. Their lips joined.
Len could feel wracking spasms shaking Marion as she moaned into his mouth. Her vagina rippled along his cock, milking him, sucking his juices from him. It felt wonderful, too wonderful! Len couldn't wait. As delightful shocks caused him to quake, his fluids shot into Marion, filling her, making his thrusting easier.
When Len began coming, Marion went wild. She groaned into his mouth as exhilaration tore through her. Her body strained against him fiercely.
When their passion finally calmed, Len lay on top of Marion, looking down into her lovely face. He bent down and kissed her gently.
"Oh, Len, that was so wonderful!" she whispered.
Len grinned. "It was, wasn't it?" he agreed. "It always is wonderful making love with you!" He rolled off her, onto his side, and pulled her into his arms.
Marion snuggled against her lover's dusky, muscular body. "What are we going to do now?" she asked.
Len caressed her face gently. "What would you like to do?" he asked.
"I want us to make love until neither of us can stand up any more!" Marion replied ardently and kissed him.
"Sounds good to me," Len said. He began stroking Marion's back and felt her shiver as his hand slid over her flesh.
"Ohhhhh!!!" she moaned, "It feels so heavenly when you do that!"
"I guess I'm doing it right, then," Len said.
Marion smiled at him. "You certainly are," she said. "But I'm all sticky because of you. I need to take a bath before we do anything else." She got off the bed and walked to the bathroom.
When he heard the water start running, Len got off the bed and followed Marion to the bathroom. Steam from the hot shower spray clouded the glass shower enclosure, but Len could see his lover's pale body through the frosted glass of the tub enclosure as she washed herself.
Len pushed the door open and stood there gazing at Marion. Beads of water glistened, jewel-like, on her smooth, pale skin. She had her eyes closed and was standing under the hot spray. She turned, opened her eyes, and smiled at him. "Come on in, darling," she murmured. "The water's fine."
