As Erik Nolan danced his cigarette between his fingers, he surveyed his surroundings. Across from his balcony, a fit couple of joggers made their way down the curved street in their running gear. His eyes were drawn to the swinging ponytail and tight shorts of the female. She was tiny, but a looker. Bringing his cigarette to his mouth, he took a long, controlled drag and held it as the chemicals flooded his system. Then, titling his head up, he released the toxic stream up into the air.
Below him, Amie's head was rushing as she was engaged in a full sensory experience. Her lips and tongue attacked Erik's cock with such vigour and hunger. Eyes closed and flaring her nostrils as she worshiped him, she could smell the burnt tobacco. She could taste his salty member. Most of all, she felt the wetness between her legs.
Internally, her mind was whirl. Kurt was gone. Erik was here. Amie was bent on giving him the satisfaction he deserved. She wanted all of him. More of him. By doing that, she was tapping into satisfying her own primal urges.
Erik tapped his finger on the cigarette, depositing the discard ashes in the tray. He lifted the nearly finished stick up again, but paused briefly to smile down at the browned haired mom at his feet. Amie had going for several extended moments now. She was so into what she doing. Her neck craned around to access the underside of his balls again. His cock tingled and hardened at the gesture. She was thorough. In a short time, she had learned pretty well. He finally inhaled and diverted his attention back to the street. A trio of moms - stroller mafias as he called them - were making their way down the sidewalk.
Noticing a disruption between his legs, he looked down. "You stopped," he said.
"I know, I..." Amie started, hesitantly.
"What? Tell me."
"It's just...I want to give you more..." she admitted.
Erik smoked for moment before coolly answering, "Tell me how."
"I want to fuck you, Erik. Let me ride you, please." Her legs tingled at the sound of her words.
Calmly exhaling, he said, "Then fuck me. You can have anything you want." Erik stubbed the last of his cigarette into the crystal tray and then helped her up.
Amie stared at his extended hand for a moment before taking it. Turning around, she prepared herself. She should have been nervous here, but any anxiety she might have had was usurped by the endorphins flooding her being. Carefully, she lowered herself onto his stiff, erect member. Her eyes closed as it roughly pressed into her. Her hands searched for her thighs to steady herself. He responded with his own hands against her thighs.
Gingerly as she could, Amie continued to lower and raise herself on him. It was an uncomfortable ride. She couldn't get a good 'hold' of him. After a few moments, she realized her problem.
"Uhhhh," she moaned. "You're so big...I just can't..."
Erik tapped her body and tactfully moved her petite frame off him. "That's OK..." he said.
Amie instantly felt dejected. Her eagerness had failed her. She had failed as a sex partner.
"...Luckily your problem isn't a new one," he said. Then, Erik sidestepped her and moved into the room. Amie was dumbfounded, wondering what was happening. A moment later, Erik returned, dropping a tube into her hand. As he took a seat, Amie examined the container, needing only a moment to determine her next move.
"All over me and you," Erik instructed. Amie pushed the gel into her hands and began coating his cock.
"I don't know why I didn't think of this myself," she laughed to herself and him. After shining his mighty member, she moved to covering her own pussy lips.
He smiled back. "You're just inexperienced. But lucky for you inexperience is solved with experience...and a razor," he winked.
"Huh?" Amie looked down at herself and realized the scope of his words. But before she could say anything, his hands were on her again. With her modest breasts in his grip, he brought her towards him. "This time from the front so I can take you all in," he said. Amie lifted her thighs onto him before positioning herself over him and settling down.
"Oooh, that's much smoother," Amie moaned. Erik squeezed her chest while she began rocking on top of him.
His manly hands slid down to her hips. Amie was invigorated. To have his studly touch, his manly cock...it was like nothing else she had experienced. And it was all hers.
Then, through the noise, a ringing phone sounded, threatening to interrupt her euphoria. Amie put no mind to it, but Erik reached her it. With a grin, he slid the screen toward the green receiver.
"Hello...? Oh hey man, what's up? Dude, talk slower. What happened now? What? He left? No, I seriously have no idea what's going on...I just got up man."
Amie could hear the conversation even as she thumped on his lap. On the other side of the phone, Victor sounded frantic. He was stumbling over his words. She couldn't and didn't allow herself to be sympathetic, though.
"Your mom? I don't know. She might be around here somewhere I think."
Erik panned her eyes up to Amie who pushed up on his broad and bulging shoulders, propelling herself up before sitting back down. She repeated the act, continuing the assault on her hungry pussy.
"I haven't left my room yet to see. Kind of been that kind of day where you don't wanna move from where you are, you know, ha. But do you want me to check? She might be doing something, so she's not picking up. Oh...what luck! She just came to my room, so sweet of her, she brought breakfast for me. Hold on a minute!"
With the phone still in his ear, Erik started suckling her left nipple with suckling noises. He also bit it lightly. "I told your mom brought me milk," he laughed. "I'm sipping it with a straw..." Erik moved his mouth to start sucking Amie's right nipple. "Yeah, yeah...I am giving her it now. What's the rush dude?"
Erik hit the hold button and tilted the phone in her direction. "Idiot Junior wants to talk to you."
Amie moaned. "I don't." Erik licked up her chest and was now biting her neck.
"He can wait, huh?" Erik sneered.
"Uhhh, yes...you can't, though," she groaned. Her hands slid around his broad shoulders, steadying herself as she bounced more furiously. She couldn't help but be amazed with him. He was a
specimen
. While he is with her, he can talk to her son simultaneously like nothing happened! He was fit, healthy, young, confident, durable - all traits she could see he prided himself on. Erik had put in a lot of work into his body and success. She previously resigned herself to not think about her husband, but the prospect of riding Kurt or even thinking of him as successful or
sexy
was inconceivable at this point. He didn't deserve her, and she didn't deserve a lazy, ugly janitor with no sex drive or sexual ability whatsoever!
"You're talking to him," Erik suddenly thrusted the phone to her ear.
"What? Why - oh hi, Victor..." she said into the iPhone. "No no, I'm here, just a little out of breath..."
