I could see his towering ebony cock just inches from my face. And I could almost smell and taste the exciting fragrance of cum and sweat and pussy juices that I remembered so well. I was daydreaming at my desk while I pretended to work on a project I'd finished half-an-hour ago. I was a little hurt that he hadn't called for ten days, but I convinced myself that what we had was too good for either of us to let it go.
The buzz of my phone jerked me back to reality with a start.
"It's a Mr. LeClerque, Ms. Randall. He says he's trying to reach your son and hopes you can help," Kelly reported.
It took a couple of seconds to register and then I broke out in a beaming smile as I picked up. "Is that you, Peter," I asked in a businesslike voice, in case Kelly was still on the line.
"Yes, Ma'am, Ms. Randall. How are you?"
"Feeling wonderful," I replied. And in a loving whisper I added, "Now."
"I'm glad. I had a wonderful time last weekend and couldn't wait to get back to town. But there were a bunch of conflicts. Hope you'll forgive my silence."
"I'll forgive you anything, you wonderful man," I whispered.
"Well, I'm going to be in town for some meetings tomorrow afternoon and I had hopes we could have a cup of coffee or something."
My heart soared. "That sounds great, Peter. When will you be free?"
"About three, I think. Is that too early?"
"I'm sure I can work it out. Why don't you give me a call when you get in and I'll let you know the details."
"Sounds great. Talk to you then." And he hung up.
I was on a cloud as I dialed our support office to arrange for use of the bank's apartment. My spirits almost crashed when the clerk told me the apartment was in use by some trainees for the rest of the week. I was on the verge of tears when the phone buzzed again.
"It's Ms. Proctor, Ms. Randall. She's here for your luncheon appointment."
"Tell her I'll be right out." I hopped up and dashed some cold water on my face in my restroom. Then I snatched up my purse and went out to meet Patty with a bright new prance to my step.
Patty Proctor is probably my best friend in the world. She's almost ten years younger than I am and six-inches taller, but we talk the same language on most topics. I had stood by her through a messy divorce from a world-class horse's ass. He was screwing everything that fit the descriptive 'tramp,' and accusing Patty of adultery. She may have been playing around, but he deserved everything he got, and she deserved all she took him for.
We hadn't even made it to the elevator when she asked, "What happened to the gloomies?"
"Is it that obvious?"
"You've been acting like your balloon was full of lead for two weeks and now you're on the top of the world. How could I miss that?"
"I'll fill you in at lunch."
We walked briskly to a small restaurant where we could have a semblance of privacy. Patty's skirt was as short as usual and did nothing to hide her long, slender legs. We always got a lot of appreciative looks on these walks and Patty enjoyed every minute of it. I enjoyed her small talk.
After the waiter had brought our coffee and taken our order to the kitchen, Patty smiled at me. "It's the moment of truth. What has Frank done, or not done, to put you on cloud nine?"
"Oh, Patty, it isn't always the husband."
"It always was in my life," she frowned.
"Well, it isn't Frank. In fact, things are a lot better with Frank than they have been in ages."
"Then what?"
"It's just that I have a chance to visit with a special friend and I'd like it to be sort of private. When I accepted the invitation, I thought I could use our company apartment, but the damned thing is booked."
"No hotels in our fair city?"
"I'm afraid of hotels." And I almost sobbed.
Patty looked at me for only a moment before reaching for her purse. She dug into it and came out with a key ring. Before I could say anything, she pulled off a key and folded it into my hand. "Just let me know when I need to be out with the girls," she smiled.
"Oh, Patty. I cant' ask you to do that."
"You didn't ask me, anymore than I asked you to cover for me and hold my hand when Mr. Bastard was giving me hell. I'm doing it because I love you and because I want to do it."
"Oh, thank you, but what will you do for a key?"
"I'll tell the super I lost mine and he'll ogle my tits and make some suggestive remarks and give me another one," she smirked.
I thought for a couple of minutes. "If you have something you can do for a couple of hours tomorrow about three?"
"I hope you're going to need more than a couple of hours to 'visit,'" she snorted. "As a matter of fact, I have a hair appointment after work and there's a movie I want to see at the Marchand, so I can't possibly be home before nine." And she gave my hand a squeeze.
"Thank you, darling. I really owe you one."
"If he's good enough for you, just ask him if he has a friend who likes tall blondes." We paid for our meals and were about to leave when she looked at me teasingly. "In the meantime, if you need to distract Frank, tell him to 'Come up and see me sometime,'" she laughed.
"He should be so lucky."
I was at the top of my form for the rest of the afternoon and breezed through dinner with the family. When Frank rolled over to put his hand on my breast later, I was ready. When I first made love with Peter, I thought I might feel guilty. Even worse, I was afraid I might have a hard time making it with Frank. But neither of those worries was valid. After a couple of nights of pleading headache or exhaustion, the soreness had disappeared and left a wonderful itch that only hard cock seemed able to scratch.
When Frank kissed me goodnight on Tuesday I warmed up enough to practically suck his tonsils out. Before we went to sleep I rode him to a wonderful orgasm and, surprising both of us, gave him the best blowjob of his sweet young life. I'd been truthful when I told Patty that sex with Frank was better than it had been for years. What I didn't admit to either of them was that, when I was swallowing or riding Frank's nice hard prick, I was picturing Peter's big, black monster and imagining his black hands on my excited, white titties.
I told Kelly I would be taking the afternoon off for some shopping and wrapped up a couple of projects that were high priority.
Kelly buzzed through about eleven. "It's that Mr. LeClerque, Ms. Randall. Would you like me to tell him you're tied up?"
The suggestion almost made me panic. "No, Kelly. I can talk to him for a minute." When I was sure she was off the line, I picked up. "Hello," I beamed. "How are you this morning?"
"Very excited, as a matter of fact. How about you?"
"I refuse to answer on the grounds . . ."
He laughed his deep rich laugh. "Will you be able to get away?"
I gave him the address and Patty's phone number and we agreed to meet about three. "Do you like Chinese?"
"My second favorite thing to eat," he replied warmly, and I could feel his tongue on my puss.
"Well, let me give you my cell-phone number in case," I told him. And I'll see you at the apartment." My smile was about splitting my face when I hung up.
I was out of the office like a shot at noon and made a beeline to The Butterfly, a little boutique Patty and I had window-shopped from time to time.
The clerk, who was about my age, introduced herself as Maxine and she was especially helpful. "There's nothing like a lovely garter belt," she counseled. "I always wear my panties outside my belt," she said wistfully, "because my rascal loves the feeling of silk stockings around his waist and things go so much more conveniently." And she smiled at my blush. I picked out a couple of outfits that were definitely not for an older married lady.
I made a couple more stops before running by the Chinese restaurant down the street from Patty's place, and made it to the apartment by 2:00.
I put the Chinese in the fridge and found a note from Patty. "The bottom drawer of my dresser is empty in case you need me to store anything for you. Right side," it said. "Feel free to use anything you need." And I counted my blessings again.
In the bedroom I spread my purchases on the bed and stripped to my birthday suit. I was naked except for my watch and my wedding rings as I studied my refection in Patty's full-length mirror. "Not bad," I thought. I'd brush my hair later, but everything else looked good, I hoped. I opened a small perfume and dabbed a drop behind each ear and on the lower curve of each breast. Then, with a little smile, I dabbed another drop into the dark red fur above my mound. I had trimmed it on Sunday, but it still looked neat and, I hoped, inviting.
I sat on the bed and started to put on the pale green bikini panties when I remembered the sales clerk's comment. I put the panties aside and slipped the slinky, green nylon hose on my legs. I rose and fastened the garter belt around my waist. It was soft and silky and lacy and framed my bush attractively. It took a minute to get the hose attached and the effect was great. I slipped on the panties and picked up the bra. The cups were almost non-existent and they lifted my breasts without fully covering my pink nipples. The effect in the mirror was still exciting and the gauzy top of the baby-dolls promised my darling an almost unobstructed view. I slipped on the jacket and dug out a brush to run through my hair.
When I was decked out to my satisfaction, I put all the trash away and dug into the last bag. I lifted out the bright white beach robe I'd bought for Peter and hugged it to my chest. Then I draped it on chair and checked to make sure everything was ready. I was nervous as a cat, but it was almost three and I knew I wouldn't have to wait much longer.
I trembled when the buzzer sounded and I tried to keep my cool when I responded, "Yes?"
"May I come up?"
