A quickie that came to mind over the weekend. As always, voting and comments are much appreciated!
SSW
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One hour. Sixty minutes. Thirty-six-hundred seconds.
Not nearly long enough. But that's all we had, and I would take it.
It was my lunch period. She was only passing through town on her way down south for her latest assignment. Being a flex truck driver, she could be relocated at will. And she had last night. It was just a reminder that everything about us seemed to happen by chance.
We'd met four months ago. A freak coincidence through an anonymous Email exchange. The more we'd talked, the more we'd opened up...grown attracted to each other. Pictures were eventually shared. Real names. Phone numbers. Daily emails had turned into constant texting...real-time messaging. Phone calls. Video chats.
The online flirting had started as a trickle. An innuendo here or there. Then one day, we were having in-depth discussions of what we would do in person. Hopes that someday we'd actually meet if the planets aligned just right. And then a month ago, they had.
She'd checked on my plans for the weekend, which I'd been used to. The meshing of schedules for even a phone call when you had a long-distance relationship was part of the struggle. She'd casually double-checked that I would still want to be surprised if the fates allowed our paths to cross on a more personal level. When I'd confirmed, she'd made a brief comment about something trivial she'd wanted to bring with her but didn't currently have in her possession.
I'd not picked up on her subtlety and pushed the issue to know why she couldn't just order whatever it was to be delivered to my address so it would be here when—never "if," according to her—she came to town. Reluctantly, she let me in on the reason for her skirting around the subject: she couldn't order said item because she was driving through the area the very next day and would be here for the weekend. The whole, fucking weekend.
As a result of my persistence and ignorance, I'd ruined that surprise. But in hindsight, it had been the best decision to know. I'd had time to prepare myself mentally. To get over the shock that after months of pining for one another through cyberspace and Ma Bell, we were actually going to be face to face. We could finally touch. And so much more.
What a weekend it had turned out to be. I'd learned so much. And yet, I could have spent days just staring into her eyes while she talked and we lay cocooned on my bed but still not have known more than a fraction of who she really was. Watching her leave that Monday was the hardest thing I'd had to do in a very long time. Especially, not knowing when "next time" would happen. If it would even happen, because I was a pessimist. Despite our mutual desire to be together, life had a way of not caring about what we wanted.
For the next four weeks, we'd continued to chat...talk...have the occasional night where we could see our faces live on video. The emotions were always high. The nostalgia kicking in for either one of us at any given moment. To say it was rough didn't even begin to scratch the surface. And the fact that she was even further away from me now than she had been before we'd shared that weekend together made it even harder.
But I'd finally gotten that surprise visit today.
It had been a busy weekend. And I'd barely slept last night. All I could think about was that today—Monday—was one month to the day since I'd last seen her.
Those hazel eyes like mine, hers a little more golden than mine were green. How they would stare down, as though searching through my soul while she made love to me. Her silvery hair buzzed short on the sides and back but long on top, perfect to lightly scratch my nails across her scalp or run my fingers through before gripping onto. Her toned arms and legs that flexed and contracted while they wrapped around my naked body, held me to the bed or the wall, or supported her body over mine. Her slightly-gruff voice that made me tremble with a simple, "Hello," and had, time and again, taken me to a level of ecstasy I'd only thought possible in my dreams.
I had her photos, most reflecting the handsome face I adored and her butch tastes in style. I had a bottle of the men's body spray she used and kept a T-shirt of mine dusted in it so I could smell her while we talked late into the night. When I slept, I kept two "remember me" gifts from her nearby. Her necklace was around my neck, and her T-shirt was tucked under my head. My only regret was, the natural scent of her had recently started to fade from the fabric.
The morning had been hectic with the phone ringing off the hook. So I'd not paid attention to the customer who walked in the front door of the building. Lots of customers passed through those doors daily. But most did not head toward my office. This one did...and stopped in the doorway.
At first, all I saw were two thighs wrapped in weathered jeans, the corner of my desk hiding everything from the knees down, including the wearer's shoes. But the moment I lifted my head, I knew they'd be the light-brown work boots in the picture on my phone. I had never been more glad I was sitting down.
There she stood, her lean form resting against my doorframe, her hands in her front pockets. Her graphic T-shirt was stretched across her mostly-flat chest. A crooked smile and crinkled, sparkling eyes decorated her face beneath the bill of the worn baseball cap.
A rapid succession of memories flashed in my head, in case I'd forgotten what lie beneath that thin layer of cotton. Or how it had felt to run my fingers through the hair hidden by her hat. To kiss those lips. My tongue darted out to lick my own before I captured my lower lip between my teeth.
"Hiya, gorgeous."
I whimpered at those two simple words. Her gravelly voice with a southern accent only intensified the sexiness factor.
"About ready for your lunch, isn't it?" she said, visibly shifting her weight to her other leg.
I just nodded. Blinked a few times. Remembered I could swallow.
The corner of her mouth twitched as she smiled softly. She knew how her presence was affecting me. Especially the fact that my pussy was clenching.
There was a weird, cosmic connection between us that we both said we couldn't explain. And that also allowed us to somehow know what the other was thinking...feeling. You want to talk about two people having chemistry? We didn't set off fireworks when we were together. We launched a space shuttle.
"I have to be in Texas by tomorrow night." My sudden disappointment that we wouldn't have this evening reflected in her eyes. She stood upright and sighed. "I just found out this morning. I'm sorry. You know I'm limited to how many hours I can be on the road. But I'm here, now."
I took a deep breath and managed to tear my eyes away from her long enough to turn back to my computer and clock out. My legs were shaking when I stood. I almost walked out of my office without my purse...my keys. Both of which I'd need to drive us back to my place since we obviously couldn't take her semi.
She followed me out into the lobby. My peripheral vision showed she still had her hands in her pockets. I smirked at that. She'd once told me that if she ever surprised me at work, it would be close to impossible to control the urge to keep her hands to herself. But she would somehow manage because she swore to respect me here...mostly because everyone I knew thought I was straight. I'd gone gay...but only for her.
"I'll pick you up around front." How my voice didn't crack is beyond me. Or how I didn't stumble while I proceeded to cross the lobby to go out the back door to the employee parking lot. But my hand shook when I unlocked and started my car. I had to take several deep breaths before I could shift the car into gear and back out of my space.
She was waiting with hands still in pockets when I pulled around. Neither one of us spoke when she got in and buckled her seatbelt. We remained silent on the short ride to my place, though she placed her hand on my right thigh and squeezed slightly every few seconds.
My eyes darted from the road to the clock on the dash. Noticed how we'd wasted five minutes. Shit. I could be a little late getting back.
Not soon enough, we were walking up the stairs to my apartment. She'd taken my right hand when I automatically reached back to her, my left on the handrail, but there were still no words. We knew we didn't need them. Our bodies would do the talking in short order.
Unfortunately, I had to disconnect to unlock my door. Once we were inside, I heard her deposit her hat and keys somewhere behind me. I started down the hall toward my bedroom, but she grabbed my hand again and spun me around.
"Mine!" she growled before cupping my face and kissing me soundly.
I moaned, stumbling while she walked me backwards, still kissing me. I gripped her arms, whimpering. At my room, I was given a chance to catch my breath and mumbled, "Yours."
The door slammed shut behind us. When I went to return her kiss, she held me at arm's length, her smile now a smirk. She licked her lips then slid her hands down my sides to my waist, stroking my hips through my pants before moving inward and undoing my belt, button, and zipper. I watched her tug off my khakis then my panties, leaving me naked from the waist down.
Still kneeling at my feet, she stared up at me.
The look of hunger in her eyes made my breath catch. A low growl rose in the back of my throat. Especially when she leaned towards my legs.
For a moment, I thought she was going to dive in and eat my pussy. But she merely sniffed—and moaned—before she stood. Her hands skated up the outsides of my calves then my thighs, sending shivers racing throughout my body. She paused on my hips just under the hem of my shirt.
I choked on my next breath. I'd almost forgotten how her hands felt on my smoother skin. They were rough from work, but she was gentle, her palms warm against me when they slid upwards. Caressing my sides and then underneath my bra before crossing my abdomen back down to my hips.
My hands were shaking when I lifted them and cupped her shoulders just before she brushed her lips over mine. On the next pass, I squeezed gently. Extended my neck towards her, encouraging her to continue kissing me.
She did, but it wasn't long enough. And when she stepped forward, I backed into the wall. I stared at up at her, panting while she lifted one hand and caressed my cheek with the back of her fingers. They slid down my neck and grazed over my shoulder. Just like last time, her eyes locked with mine and seemed to search my soul. Her mouth had a lazy smile, her tongue darting out occasionally to wet her lips.
For the longest time, we just stood there, staring. Listening to each other's heavy breathing. Enjoying being only inches instead of miles apart.
She suddenly spun me around and shoved me face-first against the wall. I gasped but didn't resist. Not even when she smacked my right butt cheek, ripping a cry from my throat. But I quickly bit my lip at the "Shh!" hissed in my ear. Though I was able to muffle my response at the smack on my left cheek, it was still loud. The same was true with the next four smacks.
We'd found out last time that I liked to be spanked. Not hard, though. It was part of the foreplay, and the act raised the arousal level for what else may come.
