Randi looked into the rearview mirror of her minivan as she applied the finishing touches to her eye make-up. She had bought a fashion magazine that gave details on how to achieve the "smoky eyes" favored by some celebrities. Marcus had mentioned to her that he liked that look and Randi had taken the hint. Since starting her affair with a younger co-worker, Randi had made several changes to her appearance at her lover's subtle, and sometimes not so subtle, suggestion. Her hair was longer, below her shoulders, and heavily highlighted, making her more of a honey blonde. She used a flat iron so that it would hang even straighter than usual. She wore only "wet look" lip gloss whenever they planned to be together and applied it liberally. Randi had even shaved her pussy hair, leaving only a closely trimmed triangle above her slit after Marcus had made it clear that he wanted her that way.
Her husband had been thrilled, naively thinking she had shaved her pussy for his benefit , and Randi made sure he had no reason to think otherwise. Randi was still suprised that he had no clue as to what she had been doing with Marcus, and that everyone at her work appeared to be equally clueless. She only hoped her luck would continue.
The past couple of months, the two of them had been meeting at a local park over their lunch break and screwing in the backseat of her minivan. Randi had, thus far, resisted meeting him at a hotel and was afraid to go to his condo, thinking his neighbors would wonder why a middle-aged white woman was spending so much time with a black man half her age.
There had, however, been a quickie at her home when Marcus had stopped by with some papers from work. Her husband and two children were at a high school basketball game, and with little-to-no hesitation, Randi had taken Marcus by the hand and led him up to the marital bedroom. Even though the sex was incredible, as always, she was uncomfortable bringing Marcus back to her home. While she had her lover's cock in her mouth , Randi was unsettled when she caught herself looking at the picture of her children on the bedside table. Marcus had also insisted that they fuck on her husband's side of the bed, and although more than willing at the time, she did have some pangs of regret afterward.
As a result, when Marcus had mentioned that he could get their corporate suite at a local hotel, Randi agreed to the meeting. Marcus was one of their top local salesman and when one of the out-of-town guys had his stay cut short, Marcus arranged to have the room kept open for their private use.
Randi slipped on her sunglasses and stepped out of the minivan. She was wearing a short, black leather jacket over top of a white, sleeveless, mock turtleneck, tight tan capri pants and was wearing her new Manalo Blahnick slingbacks with the five-inch stilleto heels. She walked rapidly through the lobby to the elevator, not being able to shake the thought that the clerk knew exactly why she was there. Once safely in the elevator, she put her sunglasses in her purse and made a few last adjustments to her hair in the reflection of the door.
She walked down the hallway looking for the suite number Marcus had given her. Once outside the door , she started to knock when it suddenly flew open and she found herself being drug swiftly into the room by her wrists. Marcus pushed her forcefully against the inside of the door, kissing her roughly, his tongue pushing past her glossy red lips.
Although initially suprised by his actions, Randi opened her mouth and met his oral thrusts with her own, drinking in the familiar smells and tastes of her young lover. After a few moments, Marcus broke their kiss and smiled broadly, his face inches from her own.
"I guess I don't have to tell you that I'm glad to see you!" he laughed, his brown eyes sparkling. "Part of me wondered if you would still come."
Randi relaxed and smiled back at him, her arms reaching up over his broad shoulders, pulling him back down to her.
"Your'e kidding, right? You know I can't stay awy from you!"
With that Randi kissed him deeply, her hands sliding down to cradle his face as their tongues danced. Randi noticed that Marcus was wearing a short cotton robe and her hands reached down further to his fat crotch. One slid through the folds of the robe to cup his heavy ball sack while the other worked to open his belt.
"Whoa . . .Whoa . . .Slow down girl!" Marcus said pulling her hands up from his cock. "This is one time we don't have to be in such a hurry!"
With a quick kiss, Marcus steered Randi into the front room of the suite and helped her remove her leather jacket. Randi dropped her purse next to her on the couch as she took a seat. She smiled when she noticed that Marcus had bought a bottle of Chardonnay that she had once mentioned as a favorite. He poured her wine in a long-stemmed glass and fixed a scotch for himself, joining her on the couch.
"To Jack for leaving town early and giving his key to me. If I told him I was meeting you here, he would never believe me!" Marcus toasted, clinking his glass gently with Randi. They sipped their drinks as Marcus explained how easy it was to get their suite.
"Plus" he added playfully "It's on the company's tab!"
Randi laughed and reached for her purse, removing a pack of Virginia Slims Menthol 120's. She flipped the top of the hard pack and slowly removed one of the long cigarettes. Using a small gold lighter that Marcus had given her when she had mentioned that she had started smoking again, Randi lit her cigarette exhaling a thin stream of smoke towards the ceiling. She settled back against the cushions, her legs crossed seductively, wine glass in hand and found Marcus studying her.
"Damn girl." he whispered with approval. "What have I done to you?" he asked only somewhat in jest, remembering the demure wife and mother he had first met several months ago.
Randi took a deep, slow draw on her cigarette and directed the smoke towards him.
"I guess you've released my inner slut . . . and I can't thank you enough!" she added with a sly smile.
Marcus laughed and kissed her, tasting the tang of her breath, feeling his cock begin to stiffen. His hand slid up to cup one of her smallish, firm breasts and was pleased to find that, per his instructions, she was not wearing a bra. Moments later, Randi leaned forward and with a final drag , stubbed her cigarette out. Another sip of wine and she slid towards Marcus, her hands reaching for his sash.
"I think" she purred "that I've been patient enough!"
She untied the belt and pulled his robe open, excited by the contrast of his cinnamon skin and the white fabric. Randi reached for his semi-erect cock, stroking it slowly.
"There's what I've been looking for!"
she sighed as she kneeled in front of him.
Holding the base of his thick shaft, she directed the head of his cock towards her wetly shining lips. Only taking the large head into her mouth, Randi began sucking him forcefully, running her tongue over its sensitive top, her cheeks hollowing. Randi then dropped her jaw to take all of his cock into her warm throat. She knew what her lover liked and she was eager to please.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmm!" she moaned, savoring the taste and feel of his cock in her mouth.
Randi jacked him while she noisily blew him, occasionally removing her mouth altogether to lick her way up and down his long shaft and to suck his balls. With one of his large rocks in her mouth, Randi heard her cell phone ring. When she let his nut slip from her lips with a loud plop, Marcus quickly hissed:
"Let it ring!"
Randi was already reaching into her purse and opening her cell.
"I can't. It might be important." Looking at the number displayed she added "Shit. It's from home."
Straightening up and stepping away from the couch, Randi tilted her head bringing the phone under her hair to her ear, her free arm crossed under her breasts supporting her elbow.
"Hello?" she said. "It's my husband!" she mouthed silently to Marcus who remained seated on the couch, his robe thrown open.
"So!" Marcus mouthed back, irritated at his timing.
Randi frowned and turned her back "Yea, that would be okay" she said into the cell "Either night would work for me."
When she turned back around she found Marcus pointing his hard cock at her, frowning comically. Randi rolled her eyes, a thin smile forming on her beautiful face, and walked slowly towards her lover.
"Okay, sure . . .sure" she said kneeling between his legs, "No, I'm still shopping . I should be home in an hour" she hesitated before adding quickly "or two."
Smiling lustily up at Marcus, she began to slowly stroke his cock as she continued her conversation with her husband. Moments later, staring intently at the long, hard monster she held in her hand, she said "I love you,too!" before flipping the phone shut, tossing it on the couch and eagerly swallowing his entire cock into her warm, wet mouth once again.
As Randi's head bobbed rhythmically up and down and his lap, Marcus placed his hand on her head. Leaning back, Marcus closed his eyes and listened to Randi moan and snort as she made love to his dick.
Randi raised up, her eyes locked on Marcus, then she slowly licked his shaft from its base, ending with a wet kiss on its bulbous head. Marcus helped her to her feet and led her to the bedroom.
Marcus pulled her top off and threw it on the bed. Randi kissed him and pushed the robe off his shoulders, allowing it to pool at his feet. She ran her hands gently over his tight, smooth body; across the breadth of his shoulders and down his heavily muscled arms. Her fingers traced a line down his chest, over his flat belly then creeped back to cup his hard ass cheeks. She pushed Marcus onto the bed and slowly removed the rest of her clothing. Marcus watched her hungrily, but when she finished and kneeled on the bed, he stopped her.
"Wait. Do me a favor and slip those shoes back on."
