Luanne 3 – She Goes to the Beach
Things with Luanne settled into some kind of a routine over the next few months. I might not see her for two weeks or she might be down to visit two or three days apart. I never knew when she'd pop in and that very uncertainty, while being somewhat sexy, also created a problem for me.
I mentioned earlier that I didn't have any kind of steady girlfriend, but served as a booty call for a young woman. I'm not going to give a lot of detail about Nicole, the other woman, because she's not important to this story. However, you need to know just a bit because of the day I'm about to describe.
Nicole used me to control her sex urges (yeah, I know, what a joke, but that's what she said). Whenever she had a date with a guy that she really liked, she always feared she'd give in and sleep with him too early in their relationship. As a result whenever she had a hot date coming up she'd visit me and we'd have sex so that she wouldn't need to do it with her new guy. She said that it's because I satisfied her every time and I joked with her explaining that I'm so lousy at it that she didn't want anything to do with a man for days afterward. This had been going on for almost two years at the time of this story and, the year before, I rented out one of my rooms. Since then she refused to spend the night so, whatever the reason, she visited me two or three times a month, just for a quickie – sometimes a really quick quickie.
Nicole worked rotating shifts and I never knew when she might show up so I wasn't surprised one morning when she called a bit after eight and just announced that she'd be here in about a half hour. She didn't show up until a quarter until nine and, walking in, she said, "I'm sorry, I'm running late, but I really need you to take care of me. I have a date this afternoon with Rob and I really want to make sure he's the right one before I sleep with him." As she was explaining the same thing for the hundredth time, she dropped her purse on the kitchen table and walked into my office. That told me it was going to be a really quick quickie – and you'll soon see why I particularly hated those.
By the time I got in there she was leaning on my desk with her skirt up over her hips and was reaching between her legs to pull her thong aside. I don't know about you, but looking at a woman from that angle is a real turn-on for me and my cock immediately came awake and was leading me to the promised land. As I got behind her she spread her pussy lips and looked back at me to say, "Come on, Al, I have to be at work in just a few minutes. Can't you move faster than that?"
Here's where I had a problem with these really quick quickies – she talked the whole time. Yeah, they only lasted four or five minutes, but she'd be talking the whole time. When we did it in a more relaxed atmosphere, she lay back and enjoyed it, rarely doing more than moaning softly; when we did it like this – she talked. Shit, I had a running commentary about what I was doing. "Oh, Al, that's it, put it there. Oh, yes, now push, oh, that's it, farther, pull it back, push it back in, pull it out, shove it in, all the way, oh, yes, that's it, now, fuck me, oh, good, oh, yes, faster, harder, come on, Al, ..."
I'm like any man in that I can do it in just a minute or so, but listening to that every time actually grated on my nerves and that morning I just lost all desire to fuck. I could tell that it was going to take a long time before I could cum and it pissed me off. I started slamming it into her as hard as I could, driving her hips against the edge of the desk until I finally heard her, "Oh, Al, watch out, that hurts, oh, Al ..."
For some reason hearing her say it hurt made me slam it into her even harder and I came in just a few seconds. As my sperm shot into her I ground my hips against her ass, driving her even harder against the edge of the desk and she moaned the whole time until I was finished. Without even thinking about it I pulled my still-hard cock out of her, pulled her upright, turned her around, and pushed her head down. "Here, clean me off, you're responsible for this mess."
She dutifully sucked on my cock and licked it clean for a minute or so and then stood up. Straightening her clothes she looked at me and said, "I don't know what got into you, but that was one of the best we've ever had." Then she kissed me roughly on the lips for just a few seconds and then pulled back and said, "I wish I could stay for some more of that, but I really have to get to work." As she walked out I figured she wasn't in any trouble as she worked just down the street, less than a two minute drive.
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Sometime around four I was in the garage working on restoring an antique shotgun and noticed Luanne's car pull into her driveway. She had said something about going to the beach that day and I wasn't expecting her, but she closed her door, turned, and walked down the street towards me.
