The telephone rang.
"Hello baby," said a soft, husky, male voice with the hint of a southern accent which always made me feel week at the knees. I hadn't heard from Joe since he had left for New York. His job promotion meant good prospects, and a new life which didn't include me. I was stunned that he had called out of the blue.
A year ago, Joe and I had been lovers and spent most of our free time fucking like bunnies. We enjoyed each other's company and, of course, had the usual arguments and petty jealousies. He was great in bed, an experienced lover, and I was head over heels in love with him. When we broke up and he left for New York, I cried for days. My broken heart felt like it would never heal.
So here was Joe, on the phone, saying he was coming back for the weekend and that wanted to see me. He wanted to see ME! I was so excited as I listened to him talking about how much he missed me and I greedily drank it all in, every word. Somewhere, in the depths of my mind, a tiny voice was telling me to tread warily as I had been badly burned and Joe must have gotten a new girlfriend by now.
So what did I do? I agreed to meet him.
We arranged that he should pick me up at 8pm that Saturday and we would go to the new O'Rileys Nightclub that I had heard so much about.
The week went by so slowly that I began to think Saturday would never arrive. When it did, I spent the entire day getting ready. Who'd think I'd spend an entire day at the beauty salon being groomed from head to toe? I wanted my long dark hair to shine, my skin soft and smooth, brown eyes doe-like and mysterious. I wanted to walk on a cloud of expensive perfume looking luscious and delectable. I wanted perfection, and I definitely wanted Joe to drool when he saw me again.
That evening I dressed carefully. Stockings; a pair of black seamed nylons fastened to a black silk garter. I checked in the mirror that the seam running up the back of both legs was straight. I pulled the black string top that I had bought specially for tonight over my head. I wasn't going to wear a bra under the top. I was going to let my full breasts strain against the fabric and I knew that Joe would certainly spend the entire evening looking to see whether my little brown nipples were hard and poking though; it would drive him nuts. I wriggled into a very short black skirt and smoothed it over my hips. I didn't bother with any panties. I was planning on being very naughty. I applied my makeup flawlessly. I looked fabulous.
While I waited for Joe to arrive, I helped myself to a glass of chilled chardonnay. One glass would help calm my nerves.
It wasn't long before I heard Joe pull up outside the flat in his convertible and honk the horn. I kept him waiting a few minutes while I finished my wine, then, after checking my reflection again in the mirror and reapplying my lipstick, I put on my coat, grabbed my purse and left. Joe was leaning against his car when I appeared. He walked towards me and took me into his arms. His mouth found mine. A kiss reminiscent of old times.
"You smell good enough to eat!" Joe exclaimed as he inhaled my perfume. I laughed, replying "You look well too. New York agrees with you". He opened the car door and I slipped onto the passenger seat. Joe raced around the front of the car, jumped in, grinned at me and drove off, tyres screeching.
As he drove, Joe chatted amicably about living and working in New York, one hand on the steering wheel and the other caressing my leg above my knee. His hand stroked along my stocking clad thigh until he reached the top, then he pressed his palm firmly down on my warm, bare flesh and squeezed. Joe's fingertips started searching for the fabric of my panties. I heard the sharp intake of his breath when he unexpectedly touched the moist lips of my pussy. I couldn't help smiling to myself and I slid forwards on the seat, spreading my legs open a little, encouraging him to delve further. I nonchalantly gave him directions to the nightclub while two of his fingers dipped in and out of my wet slit.
There was a noticeable bulge in his trousers by the time we arrived at the nightclub. Joe parked the car and then withdrew his wet fingers from between my legs. His eyes twinkled as he sucked slowly on each finger, inserting them one after the other into his mouth as he looked directly into my eyes. "Are you enjoying that?" I enquired softly. Joe smiled and replied "Oh yes, baby, but I want more", as he sucked his fingers clean.
Joe kept smiling at me as he moved closer and leaned in. His mouth covered mine and his tongue probed my mouth. My hands reached up and clasped him behind his head, my fingers entwined in his hair, as we kissed passionately. Our tongues danced. I moaned into his mouth when I felt him pull my coat out of the way, push my skirt up around my hips, and his hand sliding back between my moist thighs. He stroked across my freshly Brazilian waxed pussy, his fingers grazed the discreetly sculpted strip of pubic hair, and I heard him groan as he felt how incredibly soft the bare flesh was.
I moaned louder as Joe's fingers flicked casually across my clit, coaxing it out from its protective hood. His fingertips tracing lazily across my wet labia made me squirm in my seat. The constant rasping of his fingers against my soft folds nearly drove me mad with lust, I wanted him deep inside where I had an itch I couldn't scratch. He kissed me harder as he continued to tease me. When he eventually started to thrust his fingers quickly in and out of my hot wet cunt, each time reaching for my g-spot and rubbing hard against it, all I could do was moan and tremble.
I knew that I'd be too easy and cum quickly but it would garner all of his attention, so I bit my lower lip and moaned louder as he watched and waited for the inevitable. I was so close and Joe could sense it. He crouched over me, pushed me down into my seat until I was on my back with my legs pulled out from under me, and placed my legs on either side of his shoulders. He knelt over me, cupped my buttocks in both his hands lifting me up to his face, and then dived down between my thighs, using his tongue to lick at my clit and slurp into my cunt. By now, I had turned to jelly. I tried desperately to hold back but couldn't. My thighs squeezed against Joe's head and my hands pressed his head down hard against my cunt as I started to cum. I screamed. I felt Joe's tongue lapping at me; my juices flowed into his mouth and what he didn't capture leaked onto the seat.
Several minutes past as I lay there panting. The only sound I could hear was Joe noisily slurping between my thighs; his tongue sliding up and down deep in my juicy slit. I wondered if anyone else had heard my screams. I was still shaking from my orgasm. Joe finally sat back with a smug look, his face slick and wet. My skirt was twisted high up around my waist, the lower part of my body naked to anyone who might walk past and glance at us. My thighs were soaked and so was the seat. "Mmmm, baby" he murmured "that was delicious".
Joe unzipped his trousers and brought his penis out, his hand continuously stroking the shaft, and said teasingly "Look what I have for you, baby". I looked. His cock was thick and veiny, with a shiny purple head. I pulled a face and whined "No Joe, you know I don't like fucking in a car. It's so awkward and uncomfortable". Joe tried to look pouty and that made me laugh out loud. "Put it away for god's sake" I said with a giggle. He muttered something unintelligible under his breath and, with some difficulty, he managed to push it back inside his trousers.