They were dozing on his bed. It was a hot Sunday morning in the sub-tropics and the ceiling fan was turning slowly, providing some chill as it evaporated the sweat off their bodies. They were in a loose spoon, her half on her back, her head nestled onto his upper arm, and her legs sprawled apart. His right hand was placed comfortably over her pussy - still leaking a slight dribble of his come - and his now soft cock lay between the cheeks of her ass. He was conscious of the need to pee, and finally worked up the energy to break out of his comfortable reverie and get up. As he got out of bed and entered the ensuite bathroom her cell phone rang.
"Hello? Oh, hi, how's it going? Uh huh. Yeah, still lazing about in bed. No, no, last night was just a night in for me. You?"
He assumed it was one of her girlfriends, checking in to discuss Saturday night's activities. He took the pressure off his bladder. He had a quick rinse off under the shower while he was there. She was still on the phone when he came out, giggling and saying
"Oh, really!"
from time to time.
He stood near the doorway of the bathroom for a moment, admiring the view from the foot of the bed. She was lying on her front propped up on her elbows, which gave her spine a delicious curve. She had slim shoulders, and an even slimmer waist, flaring out to feminine hips and a rounded ass. Her shape was irresistible to him. "It's
all
about hip to waist ratio" he thought to himself with a wry smile. Of her breasts, with her back to him, he could see only the creamy rounded sides hanging beneath her, but the temptation to walk over and stroke down over the softness and cup her nipples into his palms was strong. Her legs were close together, but her thighs were trim enough that he could nonetheless glimpse a hint of shaven inner lips. His cock hardened a little at the sight; somehow more enticing because of - and not in spite of - how little he could see.
He hoped she wouldn't be on the phone too long.
After a few moments admiring he went over and knelt on the bed beside her, bent over her and nibbled her earlobe, the one without a phone pressed to it. With his head close to hers he was surprised to realise that the voice on the phone was male. He realised her giggles had a slightly flirtatious edge. He frowned and wondered who it was.
He leaned in till she looked at him, and mouthed
"Who is it?"
She sensed his jealousy and just gave him a mischievous smile and turned her face away. He leaned across her so his face was once more in front of hers and gave her a mock stern look and mouthed
"Who!?"
She shot him a defiant look and mouthed
"Darren"
.
Darren.
He felt a twinge of proprietary jealousy and righteous anger. Back before they had met, Darren had been her boss at the hotel where she worked. He'd never met Darren, but from the way she described him it sounded like he was a total sleaze. He was in his late thirties, and married, but boasted of Thailand sex vacations with his sleazy buddies, and acted as if he was entitled to treat the mostly female young workforce at the hotel as his personal harem.
What upset him most though was that she had allowed Darren to fuck her. How voluntarily she had done so seemed to vary in the telling. The first time she had talked about it her lip trembled and a tear ran down her cheek as she described how she had been insecure in her job and had felt she had no option but to succumb. He'd been full of indignation on her behalf and told her she should have complained to senior management and got Darren thrown out of his job. But other times she seemed to talk of Darren with a certain affection, and she still took his calls now and again. He suspected that Darren had a degree of roguish charm and that she had dropped her panties for him more willingly than she was prepared to admit.
He had no real cause for jealousy; Darren had changed jobs a year or so back, long before they met, and she hadn't seen Darren since, as far as he knew. But he still bristled at mention of Darren's name.
His mind came back to the present. He could only hear one side of the conversation, but he could tell that she was deliberately repeating Darren's queries so he could follow along.
"Yes, I do have a new boyfriend, actually. Who did you hear that from?"
"..."
" His name? Why do you need to know his name?"
"..."
"What's he like? Well, he's smart. Good looking,"
she glanced around and winked at him as she said this,
"he's a professional working in the city..."
He placed his hand on the small of her back, and then with a feather light touch stroked down over one round ass cheek, down the back of her corresponding thigh to the arch of her foot, then back up, and then down and up the other leg. She didn't turn to face him, but he felt her body writhe slightly.
"Big salary? I suppose. He has a nice apartment and a cute car. I haven't exactly peeked at his bank balance. None of your business, anyway. Or mine."
"..."
"Fuck off,"
she giggled,
"he has plenty of attributes you don't besides a good job, stop kidding yourself".
He slid his hand down and up her legs again, this time allowing his fingertips to graze further in towards her centreline. Her thighs moved till they were a couple of finger widths apart. A third time he traced down and this time he brought his fingers up so that they traced just outside but not quite touching her sex. Her legs moved still further apart. She turned to face him. Her cheeks were slightly pink. She frowned at him pointedly.
"Attributes? Well, he knows how to treat a lady for a start."
She laughed at something Darren said then shot back,
"Bigger than yours, anyway!"
This riposte seemed to cause change Darren to change the subject because from what he could hear it sounded like the conversation had moved on to a discussion of what various other workmates and former workmates were up to.
Now he traced upwards on either side of her spine with both hands, outwards to her shoulders, then down her sides once again to the small of her back. He repeated this manoeuvre, but this time as he traced back down he skimmed his fingertips over the sides of her breasts.
She glanced round at him and mouthed
"Don't,"
but her cheeks were slightly flushed and her eyes were sparkling. He crouched over her and dangled his cock and balls so they lightly caressed her upper thighs and ass. And in between. He knew she found this raunchy. As his cock lengthened and rose till it would no longer dangle he sat on her ass with his cock snugged along her crack and his balls settled comfortably between her thighs. He leaned down and nibbled her free ear, then worked his way down, kissing and lightly biting the nape of her neck. He could sense the deepening of her breathing.
"Darren you sleaze it's none of your business. I am not going to get into a discussion with you about my underwear."
She craned her neck around to face him and rolled her eyes,
"How
are
your wife and children anyway?"
He took her hand and guided her off the bed. She shot him a quizzical look but kept the phone to her ear. He lead her into the ensuite and then the shower cubicle.
"Sound different? More echo-ey? Oh, I've just moved into the kitchen."
The shower was the type with a detachable handset fed by a hose. He unhooked the handset from the wall and adjusted it so that it was on its softest setting. He turned her so she was facing the wall and moved her feet apart and pressed gently down on her shoulders till she was in a half squat.
"Wait, how old is the little fella now? Really? And he's already pulling little girls pants down at school? Jesus. Like father, like son. You must be
so
proud,"
she said sarcastically.
He adjusted the taps till the spray was body temperature, then moved the handset so it fountained upward at her pussy. She turned to him and put his lips against his ear.
"Sweetie, this is how I like to get off when you're
not
around; take me back to bed."
He grinned at her and shook his head. He used his hand in combination with the stream of water to wash away his cum and her juices from her upper thighs and then her pussy. He allowed his fingers to linger as they stroked between her nether lips. He took some soap and washed her pussy and ass.
"Pardon? Yeah, sorry, it's a bit hard to hear, I'm running some water into the sink. On Tuesday? I suppose I could. Who's going to be there?"
He turned off the shower and took a towel and dried her, then lead her back to the bed. He guided her to lie face down, and knelt beside her. He bent his head down and nibbled her ear, and then the nape of her neck.
"What about Sarah? Can she make it? Oh, that's a shame, would have liked to catch up with her."
He kissed his way down her spine, then ran his tongue slowly down the crack of her ass. She raised her hips and arched her back, allowing him access. As the tip of his tongue passed over the tight knot of her anus he felt her jerk reflexively and heard her gasp.
"Can you hang on a moment? Yeah, just a sec."
She twisted around to face him, her hand over the mouthpiece of her phone. Her face was flushed and her eyes flashing. "Honey," she implored in a whisper, "He's going to hear and it's going to be so embarrassing. He's not stupid."
He lifted his face from her ass crack for long enough to grin at her but - actions speaking louder than words - his answer to her request was to dip his head back down between her cheeks, tongue extended.
She shook her head ruefully and put the phone back to her ear.
"Sorry, what were you saying? Oh, I don't know, what about that bar on Vine St? Yeah, it's a bit expensive I suppose. Well..."
He worked the tip of his tongue down the fold between one plump labia majora and her thigh, his face pressed hard into the softness of her ass; then when his tongue could reach no further down he swiped across and worked back up the other side. He repeated the circle and as he did so she lifted her ass higher and spread her legs further.
"Saturn Hotel? Yeah, we could go there. Isn't it mostly full of yuppies?"
He kept circling the outside of her mons for a few turns, then took the tease up a notch; tracing his tongue down between her inner and outer labia this time, lingering lightly on her clit before moving back up between her lips again, on the other side. She moved her legs still further apart and he lifted his head to admire the view. Her legs were now about as far apart as they could go, the tendons in her thighs taught. Her thick inner pussylips were swollen and beginning to separate.
"It's a bit sleazy. Though I suppose you like that huh?"
she laughed. Her laugh caught in her throat as his tongue swiped across her clit and caused her to inhale sharply.
"..."
"No, sorry, I just started to sneeze, that's all".
He moved up her body and dipped his face down to her cheek. She turned her face to his and he tongue kissed her deep. Her expression was both quizzical and excited. Her cheeks were flushed. She mouthed
"Should I hang up?"
and he shook his head and winked.
"Yeah, I suppose we could meet there. You and Tim would like it anyway, lots of eye candy, and there's usually dancing."
He moved back down the bed and lowered his face once more to her vulva. He began a more direct - but soft and wet - laving of the edges of her inner lips with the flat of his tongue. Her petals parted wide and he started a slow firm rotation of his tongue from her perineum, down one side of her cunt, around her clit, and then back up. He felt her breathing deepen and quicken now that her clit was receiving direct attention.
"Laura would come, and she's still in touch with Jane, I think. I'll give her a call. My voice? No, honestly, I don't think there's anything funny about it, why? Oh. Well. It's, uh, just that I'm going upstairs. I mustn't be very fit at the moment,"
she giggled.
"..."
"Wait a moment, I've just got to..."
She put her hand over the mouthpiece again. "Baby, I'm going to start moaning out load soon, I'm going to end the call, OK?"
