Alison made every attempt to look interested in what her broker was saying. These monthly sales meetings were so boring and she had other “activities” requiring her attention. She felt her pager vibrate again. Damn! If she could only get to a telephone. Surely this meeting would be over soon! Mr. Carroll had to be through talking before long. There were only so many houses to review and only so much real estate to sell. And did he really think his speeches were motivating? Maybe to the new agents but not to those who knew how to sell. And where did he get off admonishing her before the meeting. “Not putting enough time in Alison. Your loyal customers won’t be so loyal if you don’t give them that time and attention we promise. Here at Carroll Realty…” He was only pissed because she continued to ignore his advances, Alison thought. Mr. Carroll had seemed happy, elated even at the breakup of her marriage to Eric.
Yadda, yadda, yadda, Alison thought earlier when Mr. Carroll was speaking directly to her and again now. Alison’s eyes roamed the room, looking from the face of one bored agent to the next. Her mind began to wander to Peter and the morning they had shared before work. Peter and his luscious 26 year old body. Had they really been together for almost a month? She felt more alive than ever before and she had Peter to thank. They couldn’t seem to get enough of each other! She understood her attraction to him: tall, dark curly hair, gorgeous hazel eyes, beautiful skin, muscular arms and a body that wouldn’t quit, not to mention a phenomenal mind. He was mature, intelligent, and an Adonis. But he seemed to be equally enamored of her. He genuinely wanted her at age 38, over women his own age! He went on and on about her hair, her skin, her eyes, her mouth. No man had ever made Alison feel this way, not even her husband. And this morning! Peter had called her, begging her to come by his condo before she went to work. She had already been late for appointments three times this week, but couldn’t resist Peter when he called. Against her better judgment and almost against her will, she rang Peter’s doorbell at 7:30 a.m.
Peter met Alison at the door with nothing on but his boxers and a smile. “Hello, you”, he said with a boyish smile. “I made you breakfast, if you have time to eat…”
“It’s not food I’m hungry for.” Alison managed to reply.
Her heart melted as it did each time she saw this sexy, young writer. He moved her beyond belief, and not only physically. Without hesitation, she moved into his arms and they embraced.
“What a long night it was without you.” Alison whispered into Peter’s ear.
“Same here.” He replied, kissing her ear, moving downward to her neck, up to her eyes, before lighting on her lips. “But, morning is here and so are you.”
Peter kissed Alison deeply, leaving no doubt of his passion, of his desire. Slowly, he reached for the zipper of her pants, rubbing her body through the material, sliding the pants over her hips and allowing her to kick them and her heels away. Next his hand moved to her blouse, slowly, teasingly unbuttoning one button at a time. Alison moved her hand to his crotch and felt his hardness brush against her body. Oh god, she thought. I am dreaming and I never want to wake up!
Peter’s kisses began at her neck and moved downward, to her breasts, to her stomach, and then to her pussy. Alison allowed herself to be pushed against the wall as Peter’s skilled tongue found its mark, dancing across her clit, his mouth sucking her pussy lips, making Alison literally gasp for air. She immediately climaxed, pushing her body into his for even more. This man seemed to live for giving her pleasure…
Peter’s kisses found their way back up Alison’s body, past her navel, her breast, and to her mouth, which he kissed deeply, running his tongue along her teeth and into the back of her mouth. Alison tasted her own juices and felt a thrill move through her body. She moaned loudly, pressing her body into his.
“I missed you”. Peter murmured in her ear.
“Show me.” Alison replied.
Peter and Alison shifted their bodies to the floor of the living room still void of furniture, their mouths intertwined. Alison gently pushed Peter to his back and shifted her body, her pussy aligning with his cock. She slowly guided him into her wet, steaming cunt. His dick slid into her body with little effort as she worked her way up and down his hard shaft.
Peter bucked his hips, thrusting forward, slowly at first and then with passion and wild abandon. He moaned, grabbing Alison’s hips and pulling her further into him.
“Fuck me”, Alison hissed. “Give me that cock, fuck my pussy.”
“I’ll fuck that pussy.” Peter managed to reply. “I’ll fuck you and make you beg for more.”
Alison couldn’t believe how Peter brought out the wanton women in her. She never would have dreamed of using such language with her ex-husband. Eric was more of a “slam bam thank you ma’am” type fuck. Peter was into the moment, every moment, as it came and as Alison came. And Peter matched whatever Alison gave. She talked and he answered. The words alone between them were enough to make Alison come.
