Heather drove up and around the hill at the entrance to Lexington Villa. Red flowers on the right, and yellow on the left- it was exactly the same when she had made this drive nearly every day for over a year as Assistant Manager for the complex. She had really enjoyed that job. She loved the gossip; she loved knowing everyone's drama even if she never shared it.
She passed the same sign, made to resemble a golf flag. The manager's name below the name of the complex. Susan Gregory. Heather had never heard of her. She had lost touch with most of her contacts here years ago. She'd ask Jenn about her.
Heather had been Jenn's assistant when she worked here. They passed up Heather for the job when Jenn left. She remembered how sad she had been to be overlooked, then she saw Simon's bike. She was anything but sad now.
She had ridden that bike. Right there, she thought staring holes through the back seat of the Harley. The thing with Dr. Spencer had been awesome, but as great as it had made her feel, there was something inside that kept her from really letting go. But on that bike! Something inside her switched when she gushed through her leggings on the back seat of that Harley. Her legs had squeezed Simon, and he had been so firm in her grasp.
She hit the brakes.
Lost in her reverie, she almost collided with one of the golf carts the maintenance guys used. The assistant manager in her wanted to find the maintenance man who parked that cart so far into the drive. She heard Roger and Kurt had left not longer after her. The new guys would think she was crazy. It was really her fault; she should have watched where she was going. Stay focused, you're not some wanton slut. You are a married woman.
There it was. Across the lot from where the bike was parked. Simon's place, as he called it. He was such a gober. It wasn't love though. She was a married woman with a loving husband. She had no time for love. There was something different about Simon Dickson, though.
Heather bit her lip. There he stood. Jeans and T-shirt. Just like yesterday. He was so sexy, in an true kind of way. He waved at her, firm and steady with a gorgeous smile. She parked and stood from the car, taking her gaze from Simon.
"Heather?" The voice behind her startled her.
She jumped and spun. Roger Winston the old leader of the maintenance men stood ten feet behind her in his work uniform, broom in hand where he had been sweeping the sidewalk. "Hey, Roger." Her mind raced for an excuse to be here.
"You are a sight for sore eyes, Heather. Kurt said he thought he saw you with Mr. Dickson on that bike yesterday. I told him he was crazy, you would never get on a motorcycle." He looked to Simon. "But here you are, and there is Mr. Dockson." He smiled like a kid that knew a secret.
"Yes-" she stammered. "Jill, his daughter, wants to enroll in my drama class. She um-"
"We have papers to fill out." Simon saved her. "She left them with me yesterday." He turned to Heather. "I think I have everything filled out. When you finish your visit with Roger, come on in. I will leave the door open. He turned and entered his apartment, and Heather watched him the whole way, until he disappeared in the shade of his doorway.
"Mr. Dickson is a good man," Roger said behind her. She turned to face him. "Jill is a sweetheart, too."
"Yes, I look forward to meeting her. It is nice to see you again, Roger." She wanted to end this conversation as fast as she could. Simon waited for her right inside that door. She glanced over her shoulder. I wonder if he is still dressed.
"Nice seeing you, too, Heather. I guess Kurt wasn't lying." He fell silent. "Ahem."
Heather spun her head around. "Sorry, Roger. I was thinking about something." She could feel the heat rising in her face, but couldn't tell if she was embarrassed or horny.
"It's ok, Heather, I need to get back to work anyway." He aimed the leaf blower down the sidewalk and gave her that teethy smile that was so adoringly goofy on that little man. "He stepped a little closer. "You get in there and-" his smile got even bigger- "fill out papers with Mr. Dickson. And don't worry, I have better discretion than Kurt. I never saw you." He zipped his lips shut with his hand and walked away whistling as he swept. Heather turned and almost ran into Simon's place.
"I'm sorry, I-" Simon began. Heather silenced him, crashing into his arms and demanding a kiss. Simon obliged her and gave her his lips. "God, you are just perfect," he said between kisses. "I'll talk with Roger."
"No need, he's cool." She pulled her shirt up over her head. "He said he wouldn't tell anyone." She pressed her freed breasts into Simon's chest. Her nipples were so sensitive and aflame. The was his chest hair and rough skin grabbed and tickled her nipples gave her chills. She looked at Simon and grinned. "I think he knows you're about to fuck me, though. He knows you're about to fuck his biggest fantasy."
"Does he?" Simon crossed the room and pulled Heather into his arms into his arms. "Why would he have such a rude thought?"
"I don't know," Heather said embarrassed. The light coming through the large bay window behind him made him look like an angel. "Maybe he saw me gush through my stretch pants when I saw you." She shrugged.
"God, you are almost perfect." He kissed her as he pulled her shirt over her head. "Your boobs-" Simon loved her boobs the first time she let him fuck her, and his appreciation had not ended. He sucked a nipple in his mouth.
Heather moaned. "I guess Roger was correct."
He kissed down her body and pushed her sweat pants down as he fell. "No panties again?" He smiled.
"I didn't think you'd mind." She felt really cheeky for some reason. It was probably nerves. She stepped out of the pants and he moved her to the sofa. "I want you to taste me again."
She put a hand on the back of his head and directed his face to her wet pussy as she reclined in the sofa. This was perfect, just relaxing while a mature, hot guy licked your pussy.
He pushed two fingers inside her while his tongue focused on her clit. She felt an orgasm building already. "Wait, wait," she said. "I think you need to remove some clothes."
He reached behind his shoulders and pulled the T-shirt over his head. His chest and abs were fit, but that scar was an attention hog when Simon was shirtless. Heather ran her fingers across the scar. "Does it still hurt?"
He kicked his shoes off and unbuttoned his pants. He pushed them down his legs as he spoke. "No, at least not when you touch it. Sometimes, it does a little though. I'll just be sitting around and suddenly I'll feel it." He pushed her back. That proud cock stood out straight in front of her. "It's been hurting a little this morning. Can you kiss it for me?" He stepped forward.
His cock was hot against her neck when she kissed the scar on his belly. He thrust. It always got her hot when Edward kissed or bit her neck, but no man had ever thrusts his dick against her neck. She left the scar and took him in her mouth. His dick tasted so different from Edward's, but the same, too. His powerful musk filled the air around her.
Thinking of Edward reminded her of his instructions. If you want to give the perfect blowjob, put your hands behind your back. She had been using both hands at the base of his massive organ, keeping her lips locked on the velvet of the helm of his dick. She moved her hands behind her back and interlaced her fingers. Edward had been patient with her learning to deep throat, but she felt like she was a master now; Edward fucked her face a lot and it was almost easy. Simon's dick was so much bigger, but she wanted to try. She pulled her face from his cock, panting. "Mr. Simon," she said with her sweet, little girl voice, "would you please fuck my face?"
"If you need me to, Heather." He put his hand on the back of her head and eased his dick into her mouth slowly. Heather doubted her decision when he met the resistance at the back of her mouth. She stifled back three or four quick gags as he slid past her reflex. She swallowed like Edward had taught her, and Simon thrust deeper. Soon she reached the perfect state where she was too full of dick to breathe.
Her eyes watered. Simon pulled himself back slowly, then back down her throat. His smell! That smell was the sexiest thing about this supremely sexy man. It reminded her a bit of olives in soapy water, but that sounded gross. Whatever it was, her nostrils flared for more of that scent.
Heather bathed her face in that scent as it grew. She was content for a while breathing only when his cock allowed, but soon she burned. "Fuck me," she said between thrusts.
He pulled her to her feet and kissed her. "You make me feel so good,"
Heather turned him and pushed him to the sofa. "My turn to drive," she said and crawled onto him straddle. She grinded slowly against him. The pointy velvet head on his dick torpedo searched through the wet folds for her entrance. She inhaled each time it missed and pulled his long shaft against her clit. Then, finally, it found its target.
Heather arched her back and shook. The penetration just kept coming. He was so much longer than Edward, and she was definitely not used to him, yet. "Fuck!" Her toes curled. She slapped his shoulder. "No more. No more."
"Heather, it is in, baby." Simon slapped her hip. "You took it all first go."
