Mandy and Big Ben Ep. 01

Mandy grabbed her purse, running late. "I'm off!" she told Tommy.

"Oh, OK", he said, "Are you meeting up with friends or something?" He looked up briefly from his newspaper.

"Just a girls' lunch," she replied. She gave her husband a peck on the cheek, giving him a lickety-split flash of delicious cleavage, and turned to go. "See you later!"

"You", he mused, not loud enough for her to hear, returning to his paper, "Should wear that top more often..."

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Mandy walked quickly, her little black pleated skirt flapping in the wind, on her way to meet Ben. She was already 10 minutes late and wanted to get there before him, to settle herself. She'd picked a place she knew Tommy and their friends didn't know of... it was off an alley in town and down some stairs, in a basement. It was called "Sacred Bean" and had half-a-dozen private booths as well as the main seating area.

Ben had texted her last week, saying he was back for a business conference. He'd asked if she wanted to catch up. She'd agreed, not really knowing why she had agreed nor exactly what to think. It had been nearly five years since they'd been together, and she had moved on. She had married Tommy three years ago... he was good to her, yes, but the relationship had already become sort of tedious. Stale, even.

Mandy pushed open the door to the café and looked around. Ben wasn't there yet, but that was no surprise. He was always late. She took a seat in a booth and tried to act casual, but she couldn't stop fidgeting. She ordered two coffees as the waitress popped her head around the corner. She waited, eyes darting nervously to the door every few seconds. She now felt self-conscious in such a low-cut top, pulling at the neckline to try to cover up more of her cleavage. Not that she had much to show anyway - but still. She glanced at the door again. No sign of Ben. She started to feel a knot of anxiety in her stomach. What if he didn't show? What if he stood her up?

After what seemed an eternity, Mandy saw him walk in. Her breath caught in her throat. She couldn't believe he was actually here. He filled the doorway, his imposing presence instantly familiar. She felt a little rush, her heart skipping a beat. Tall and confident, he had a square jaw, blonde hair and a big smile that made him look both handsome and just a little mischievous. He looked good - or maybe even better than he had the last time she had seen him. He had always been a "statement dresser" and his suit fit him well. Even the waitress, only half his age, couldn't help but give him a sneaky up-and-down look. He'd always had that effect on women.

Ben strode into the booth, his grin confident and his eyes twinkling. He kissed Mandy on the cheek, his lips lingering for a moment longer than necessary. "Hey, Mandy," he said. "You look good. How've you been?" Mandy felt her heart flutter as she caught his scent. He smelled like sea air. She forced herself to maintain steady eye contact. "G-good, thanks, Ben," she managed. "You're looking well too. Trip gone OK?". She caught his eyes flick to her breasts, just fleetingly, then back to her face.

"Oh, you know. Same shit, different day", he sighed as the waitress returned with the coffees, "But I'm making money, so I'm happy. You?"

"Oh, you know, married life. Same old thing. How's your wife, by the way? Lucy, isn't it?", Mandy asked, keeping up the idle chit chat.

Ben scoffed and sipped his coffee. "I left her a while ago, actually. Turns out she was screwing my best friend".

"Ooh, that... that really sucks", said Mandy. She didn't really feel that bad for him; he'd treated women, including Mandy, pretty awfully at times.

"Ahh, whatever ... fuck that... how's Tommy?"

"Oh, he's good, still in his boring IT job. But he's fine", Mandy said. "Still playing rugby on weekends. Not quite the physique he once had though".

"We all get old I guess." He sipped his coffee and smirked. "He... uh... keeping your candle burning?" He was always straight to the point.

"Ben... gimme a break". Mandy rolled her eyes. She wasn't about to discuss her marriage bed with him.

"Well... I just mean... we had a lot of fun... but if you're happy, good on you," he said, raising his coffee cup, toasting her with gentle mockery.

"Well..." She knew she had paused too long.

Mandy stared back into Ben's eyes, and then looked down. She sipped her coffee, avoiding his gaze, shrugging her shoulders slightly.

Ben smirked again. "Ahh... there you go... I knew there was something...". He sat back in his chair, somehow both serene and self-satisfied. Somehow, the cheeky bastard had unpackaged her life in an instant.

Mandy said nothing for a moment, and then said "Well... if we're talking about it...". She glanced up, meeting his eyes again. "I do... miss you in... you know... that way. Just that way I would add". She'd said it, now it was out. She felt herself blush.

He chuckled. "I have been told I'm hard to forget!"

She shrugged again, attempting a smile. "Well, you know...Tommy... h-he's... it's just the same old stuff, you know?". She didn't really want to divulge the details... her and Tommy's sex life was generally pretty routine, and rarely earth shattering.

Ben just smiled smugly, not bothering to pry further. He leaned back in the couch, hands interlaced behind his head. He paused, now staring unabashedly at her breasts. "I'd almost forgotten what those look like... ", he declared, clearly prepared to chance his arm, "How about you undo a couple of buttons on that blouse for me? I know it's not quite a dinner-and-a-show sort of place, but... y'know... I'm easily pleased".

She smiled. "Ben... c'mon...". Nothing ever changed with him... he would do everything in his power to tease her, get his own way.

"Be kind to me... I'm a sad single man", he said waggishly. "Just a teensie bit of a show... your boobs still do look good..." He met her dirty look head-on, eyebrows raised.

Mandy sighed, more than conflicted, then reached for her top, undoing one of the buttons. "This what you had in mind?", she asked, pursing her lips, a note of admonishment in her voice.

He laughed. "Well, it's a start...". He looked around the cafe... they were partially hidden in the booth, and most of the tables in the cafe were empty. "Undo some more... nobody here to see".

Mandy didn't answer him. Part of her wondering what the hell she was doing ... she reached down for another button, undoing it.

"One more", said Ben, simply, expectantly.

Mandy hesitated, huffed, then complied. Now there were three undone ... the little swells of her white push-up bra were clearly visible to him. "Happy now?", she asked warily but with a shy half-smile, feeling herself flush a little.

"So far," he replied, a flicker of mirth crossing his face, "I've always liked those wee boobs of yours". He put his cup down on the table. "How about you come and sit beside me?". He indicated the open space next to him on the couch with a theatrical flourish.

"Ben... jeez ...", Mandy said. She couldn't help but smile at his audacity. He'd always been a pushy sod. She looked around the room - the nearest other customer was 10 yards away. And he was looking down at his phone.

She looked at Ben again. His face was calm. He raised his eyebrows slightly. Mandy bit her lip, nibbling apprehensively, and then got up, moving to the couch. She sat, her hands in her lap. He put his arm around her very casually, the tips of his fingers dandling the top of her breast, drumming lightly. She looked up at him, quietly exasperated. "Ben, you're incorrigible... you know that..."

He smiled back, not replying.

"I can't help it...", he joshed under his breath as she eventually leaned into him. She didn't protest as his hand snuck into her bra, groping her delicate jot of a breast, Ben seemingly entirely unconcerned someone might see. Mandy looked around the cafe distractedly.

"Ben... not here...", she remonstrated quietly, eyes darting. He didn't answer, squeezing her breast nonchalantly, giving it a little jiggle for good measure. Mandy 's breath caught in her throat. He pinched her soft puffy nipple between his fingers, tugging lightly on it, looking into her eyes, gauging her reaction. She sighed, conceding defeat, her eyes closing, leaning into him more.

"Feels nice," Mandy muttered, her colour rising, the words out of her mouth before she could stop them.

"Damn right", said Ben, chuckling. "Maybe you can give me... uh... a little something as well huh?" He placed her hand on his upper leg.

Mandy didn't move for a few moments, looking up at Ben. She could see the anticipation on his face, the tension. She reached up slowly, feeling him through his pants.

"How's this?", she whispered furtively, her mind a jumble, her eyes zigzagging around the cafe. She hefted his big, soft cock and heavy balls... the size of him had always fascinated her, always turned her on. He was damn near hung like a Clydesdale.

"Pretty fucking good...", he said in a conspiratorial tone. "Better than what you get at home?"

She didn't answer, her mind flashing back to seeing Ben's prodigious swinging dick whenever he'd gotten out of the shower. Tommy's was a bobbling little cocktail sausage by comparison.

"You wearing any underwear under that skirt?", he murmured, changing tack, glancing over at the guy with the phone.

Mandy, tight-lipped, glanced over at the man too, and then back to Ben. "No...", she replied, now more than a little breathless, the die cast. Ben casually removed his arm from her shoulder, taking a sip from his coffee. He brushed Mandy's hand from his crotch, resting his own on her bare thigh. Her skirt was short, very short. She opened her legs a smidge. His hand was casually drifting higher and higher. His fingertips were now under the skirt, on her inner thigh. He delved deeper, his fingertips lightly grazing her pussy, then cupping it.

"Ben..." Mandy pleaded. "Christ, don't....". She scanned the cafe, skittish. Ben paid no heed. Mandy groaned softly as his finger explored her. She glanced nervously at the guy across the room again, who was still looking down at his phone. Ben found her clit, circling it lightly, teasing her. She suppressed a gasp, eyes fluttering furiously.

"Ahhh..." Ben rumbled quietly, "Right spot huh?" He smiled to himself. This was turning into a better day than he'd expected. He kept working her clit, Mandy desperately trying to maintain her composure. She swallowed hard. Ben moved his mouth close to her ear. "You like that, babe?", he coaxed.

"Uh-huh...", was all she could manage. Her hips bucked once, twice, involuntarily.

Ben kept at it. "How does this feel?", he whispered in her ear. He parted her pussy lips, briefly teasing her entrance, then back to her clit, circling again. She didn't answer. "Well... does this feel good?", he repeated, low, insistent, intense.

She gasped softly. "Y-yes...". He fingered her a little faster, moving her legs apart further. "We can't do this...", Mandy quavered, her voice hushed, urgent.

"Yeah, we can... here, taste this ... go on, taste it now ...", he whispered softly, hoarsely, rampant, withdrawing his hand, bringing the tips of his honeyed fingertips to her lips.

"Ben... Jesus!"

Ben continued holding his hand to her. "Mandy...". His tone was more commanding now. Agitated that someone might notice his gesture, she quickly closed her lips around his fingers, tasting her own citrusy tang. "Yeah...", he said, a grin in his voice, "Good girl". His hand went back between her legs, foraging for her clit again. He fingered her with more urgency now. Mandy let out a muffled sigh, burying her face in his shoulder.

"Ben...", she began, gasping softly, "Christ... I...I'm gonna..."

"I know...", Ben interrupted her, "Just do it..."

She moaned in a low voice, her mouth a silent O, shimmying her hips against his hand, small movements, a frantic jig. Ben increased his pressure on her clit. She pressed rigidly back against the couch, head lolling. "Ben...", she choked, voice faltering. Her body jerked. "Oh...". She stiffened and shuddered as her orgasm hit, abrupt, biting deep. She stifled her gasps, eyes shut, jack-knifing spastically. "Oh fuck...!", she hissed, gripping the couch cushions, knuckles white. "Ahh, ah...!". Ben slowly dialled her back down, then just cupped her, her breath slowly returning to normal. "Ahhh...y-you prick..." Mandy sighed, collapsing back into the seat, eyes closed. He removed his hand, airily wiping it off with serviettes.

"There", Ben said, smirking. "How easy was that?"

Mandy sat, her mind swimming. She gulped a mouthful of coffee, then took a deep breath. She couldn't believe what had just happened.

Ben took her hand and placed it on his cock again, her fingers splaying wide on his girth. "I'm town for 3 more days you know...". He beamed at her, looking like the cat that got the cream.

"I'll... I'll see what I can do". She stood, tottering like a new-born foal. "I... I should get going".

Ben just sat back in the couch, eyes sparkling with amusement. "See you soon then...", he said with a wink.

"B-bye...". She stumbled out of the cafe. She had a feeling that the next three days were going to be very interesting indeed.