One evening, I got a text out of the blue.
Are you seeing anyone?
It was from Sue. I hadn't spoken to Sue in person for a couple of years. After she got married, they moved away, and other than "happy birthday" and suchlike on Facebook, I hadn't really thought about her much. I'd been completely unattached for a while, which was letting me focus on work and some personal projects, and I was actually really happy like that. One evening, just after Christmas.
I looked at the phone for a while, wondering what she wanted. It was no use trying to figure that girl out, I was going to have to ask her.
No, sup?
I fell off the wagon.
I had no idea what the fuck she was talking about.
??
Shortly after, I got a picture, taken from the point of view of a guy, of her, at the very least topless, looking at the camera with her nose pressed to his naked stomach. The latest phones have much better cameras than when I'd been playing with her in the past, the detail was immaculate. It looked like it was taken in a restroom. It was either very artfully arranged, or she was sucking his dick, and had it all the way in her mouth. I've never thought of her as particularly artful.
Can I come over?
Well, my night had taken a turn for the weird and sexy.
Sure.
A while later, I heard the a door close in the parking lot, then waited for the knock on the door.
I opened it. She looked a bit older, and tired. I was going to give her a hug, but she stepped back. I started to say hello, but she put her finger to her lips. I stopped and waited to see what she wanted.
She took her bag off her shoulder and handed it to me. I took it and waited. She stepped out of her low heeled, sensible shoes, and handed them to me. I remembering doing this with her years ago, while Dave was waiting downstairs in the car. I'd started by telling her to take her shoes off, as that would seem normal.
I took her shoes and closed the door. I went back to the living room and dropped her bag on the table, then put her shoes in front of a chair.
I opened the door again, and she was still there. I watched as she opened her coat, and unbuttoned her white blouse, pulling it out of her long blue skirt. She did this thing with her arms and sleeves and pulled the blouse around her and off, then gave it to me. She was wearing a pretty standard looking white bra. I took her blouse and folded it in front of her, then closed the door and went and put it on the chair.
I opened the door again, and watched her open her coat, pull her skirt around so the buttons were in front of her. She undid them and dropped the skirt to the floor. Pretty standard looking bikini panties, unlike the thongs or less I was used to seeing her wear, back in the day. She picked the skirt up and gave it to me. I let the door close and folded it as I went to put it on the chair.
When I opened the door again, she reached behind her under her coat and unhooked her bra, and slipped the straps down her arms, pulling them out of her sleeves. She handed it to me, and I shut the door again and went to put it on the chair.
This time when I opened the door again, she slid her panties down her legs and stepped out of them. She picked them up and handed them to me. I sniffed them in front of her as the door closed again. They were a little damp, and she was obviously turned on.
When I opened the door again, she held the sides of her coat apart. Last time, I'd let her in now, but she'd also walked up the stairs naked at least once, so I stood and looked at her, wondering if she'd take the coat off too. I stood there looking at her with her coat held wide open, and she finally took it coat off and gave it to me, leaving her standing there in the hallway, naked. To freak her out, I closed the door and hung her coat on one of the hooks behind it.
The door can't have been closed for more than a few seconds, but when I opened it she quickly stepped in and threw her arms around me and kissed me deeply. When she let go of me, I let go of the door and it closed.
"Don't talk yet," she said, "I just want you to fuck me first."
I stepped to the bedroom and opened the door, leading her in. She sat on the bed and started fiddling with the buttons on my jeans while I pulled my T-shirt off. She pulled my jeans and underwear down, and I pulled my feet out of them, losing my socks at the same time. I was now as naked as she was. I dropped my T-shirt on the floor and she put her mouth on my dick. She bobbed her head forwards and backwards a few times, getting me fully erect.
She moved over on the bed and laid down. She patted the bed beside her. I laid down next to her, then sort of rolled over on top of her, my knees in either side. I lifted her arms over her head and started sucking her sensitive nipples. With all the build up, it wasn't too long before she started cumming, trying to push her tits further into my mouth.
"Fuck me," she panted.
Never one to disappoint a lady, I dropped her hands, and she wrapped her arms around me, kissing me. I kissed her back as I shuffled around to get my legs between hers.
She reached down and guided my dick into her, and she was soon shaking and cumming again.
"Cum on my tits," she said when I was getting close.
I pulled out, and straddled her, my knees under her armpits. I put my dick between her tits and she squeezed them together around it. I started pumping, and she looked down and kissed or licked the head when it popped out from between her tits, and soon after, I came at the top of the stroke. I stayed there, emptying my balls over her chest and face. It even dripped down into her hair.
I sat up, and she lay there, rubbing the cum into her tits with my dick. I wasn't about to complain.
"It's good to see you too," I said.
"I needed that," she said.
"So now do you want to tell me what's going on?"
"My marriage is falling apart, and right now I don't feel the need to be good anymore."
"Really?" I said. "I see the idyllic postings on Facebook."
"That's Facebook," she said, "in real life, he's cheating on me. It's just a matter of time before we get divorced."
"Cheating on you? Wow, I'd have understood you cheating on him, but this is weird."
"I don't really want to talk about it anymore. Now you know what's going on with me."
"So who was the guy?" I asked, meaning the guy she was blowing in the picture she sent.
"Huh?"
"The guy in the picture?
"Oh, you'll love this. Remember you telling me to strip off over text and send you selfies in a bar men's room, and suck his dick?"
I nodded. I remembered. I'd sent her in there to strip, and he'd interrupted, so I'd had her ask him to help her strip. She'd been on a date with Dave, if I remembered correctly.
"He was in the bar, and recognized me. I just felt desired for a change, so decided fuck it, and went with it."
"You must have made that old fucker's Christmas," I said. He must be like sixty by now.
"I'm just having a little fun before I have to go home to my parents' place tonight."
"That's all I am to you? A little fun?" I was teasing her, and she knew it.
"Fuck you. I'm hungry. Want to go and get something to eat?"
"Sure," I said, but I had a better idea, "or we could order a pizza."
"That's a great idea," she said. "Order something and I'll get cleaned up. Actually, first let's clean you up."
She slid down, and soon was licking and sucking my dick.
I was started to get hard again, and she said "you're clean enough," and went and turned on the shower.
After lying there, listening as she got in the tub, I got up and pulled my jeans on. I went and got her a towel, and left it on the toilet seat for her.
The shower turned off, and after a minute or two, she came out. Her hair was still damp, but she'd obviously clogged up my hairbrush with her hair, and she had the towel wrapped around her.
With it covering her nipples, there was still a lot of cleavage and came down to just below her bum.
There was a knock at the door.
"I'll get it," she called, heading down the hall, "it's probably the pizza."
"Come in," I heard her say, then, nearer, "I think my purse is in here."
I was sitting on the sofa waiting for her, and pointed to her bag on the coffee table.
This kid followed her in to the room, staring at her. I don't think he even saw me at first.
"Hi," he said when he saw me. I nodded back at him.
Sue bent over at the waist and started going through her bag. We could both see her pussy, so I took the pizza from the kid and put it on the coffee table before he dropped it.
"It'll be in here somewhere," she said to him over her shoulder. "Are you really busy tonight?"
"No," he said, "it's late for dinner, and still early for the getting back from the bar crowd. You're our only order right now."
"How old are you?" I asked him. He looked about twelve... one of the joys of getting older.
"Eighteen, sir," he said.
"Have you seen a pretty red pussy like that before?"
"No sir, I haven't."
"Here it is," she said, turning around with her purse.
When she reached out to hand the kid his money, the towel fell away from her on that side, exposing her right tit.
She seemed not to notice, but when he took the bills, the towel dropped to the floor, leaving her naked.
