5:00 AM
Oh man, I thought to myself, I ended up staying all night
.
Rolling back over onto my other side, I looked over at Jennifer who was soundly sleeping, a peaceful and satisfied look on her face. We had taken our activities upstairs to her bedroom and continued on until about 2 before falling asleep. She damn sure is athletic and very flexible.
But what do I do now? I stayed out all night, and I will have to explain that away somehow when I get home. Not to mention, how do I handle this thing with Jennifer?
Slowly, I gently got out of bed and went downstairs to retrieve my clothes and get dressed. I went back up to the bedroom and leaned over and kissed her on the forehead and she stirred.
"Mmm what time is it?" she asked.
"5:00 A.M., I need to go."
"You do, but why?"
"I need to get home, go for a run, and then get ready and do my yard boy chores. She gets pretty upset if things don't get done on schedule."
"Geez it's almost like you live with your Mom," she laughed, "But I think its sweet you take care of things for her."
Yeah, like fucking her and eating her pussy.
"Yeah, well..." and my voice trailed off.
"So when will I see you again?" she asked.
"Well what are your plans for the rest of the weekend?"
"I'm running a 10K later and then meeting up with a couple of the girls from work and we're going to go over to the Vineyard for a couple of days."
"Oh ok, then I guess I will see you at work later next week then and we can make some plans then."
I leaned down and kissed her on the lips and turned and left.
On my way back to the house, I stopped and picked up some coffee to drink since I really needed it. While sipping the coffee, I thought about everything that had transpired in the last 24 hours. Well, for right now, hopefully I can just get in, change, and get out for a run and clear my head. The sun was starting to come up as I pulled in and got out of my car. Quietly, I opened the door and walked in and headed for the kitchen to grab a bottle of water. As I was walking out and headed to the stairs, I glanced into the living room and noticed that Mary appeared to be sleeping on the couch.
"Mike, is that you?" she moaned in a sleep voice.
"Hi Mary, "I answered, "It's me."
I walked in and she was lying on the couch and it appeared that she had slept in her clothes from the night before. Her red heels were next to the coffee table and she was covered up by an Afghan. She obviously had slept in her clothes as she still had the floral dress and sheer hose on that she was wearing when I left last night.
"What time is it?"
"It's about 6; I was just getting ready to go for a run."
She stretched a bit almost like a cat, and the blanket fell off her a little to reveal her nylon covered legs up to her thigh as her dress rode up. I sat down in the recliner across from the couch and sipped my coffee.
"So you stayed out all night, huh?"
"Yes, I did, "I answered, and "I went out with the crew and then ended up staying over at one of the guys houses because it was late. How about you?"
"Well, it was the usual boring stuff. We sat around, had dinner and drinks and then Geoffrey brought me home." Geoffrey was one of the guys from the Historical Commission.
"Unusual for you to sleep on the couch, isn't it?" I said.
I bet the old bastard couldn't get it up.
Sitting up, she pulled her leg underneath herself to sit on and running her fingers through her hair, she replied, "Well I was worried when you didn't come home so I stayed up."
Smiling, I replied, "Mary, I'm a grown man and a veteran. I think I can take care of myself but I appreciate your concern."
"I know, it's silly. So what are you going to do?"
"Well, I was going to change and go for a run and try to clear some of last night's poison out of my system, and then get ready to do the yard work."
"Well I think I am going to go to bed for a while," she said as she stood up and walking to her bedroom, casually unbuttoned her dress. She stopped for a second to pick up her heels and seeing her bent over like that caused an instant involuntary reaction.
Standing up and adjusting myself, I went upstairs, changed into a shirt and shorts and running shoes, and proceeded out for a five mile run along the beach. It felt good to be out exercising and it definitely gave me some time to think. One thing I realized was that I had absolutely no idea of what the hell I was doing. How do you go from nothing to two different women in the space of a couple of weeks? I guess the old saying about a stiff prick having no conscience is true. But in my case, not so much as I really feel bad about what I've done. The second thing I figured out was that I didn't understand women either. It just seemed like Mary went from 0 to 100 and back in a very short time. I wish I could go back and change things but the genie is out of the bottle on that one.
I picked up my pace running along the beach, staying in the area where the water was breaking and the sand was wet and solid. The warm sun felt great as I pumped my arms and legs. The water was gently breaking and there were various couples walking along, and some sailboats were on the water already. I finished up and walked back up the path to the house, hands on hips, and enjoying the quiet solitude of the morning.
I walked into the house quietly so as not to disturb Mary and fishing a bottle of water out of the refrigerator, walked upstairs. It was still only about 8:00 and too early to start mowing the grass so I figured I would take a quick shower to knock some of the dirt and grime off of me. I threw my running stuff down on the floor of the bathroom and let the hot water run over me for about ten minutes. Drying off, I walked down the hall to my bedroom naked since I figured Mary was asleep downstairs.
As I opened the door, I heard a voice say, "It's about time, mister."
I jumped and was startled and Mary started laughing.
"Holy shit, you scared the hell out of me," I said.
"Not quite the reaction I was looking for, sweetie," she said.
Looking at the bed, there was Mary lying on top of the covers, her elbow propped up on one of the pillows, her body splayed out before me. She was dressed in black sheer nylons held up with a red garter belt, red heels, and a red pushup bra that accentuated her already voluminous breasts. Of course, I had nothing to hide my reaction with as I could already feel the blood beginning to flow.
"So, what, I mean, um, "I stammered, not sure what to say.
"Well, I realize I have been kind of a bitch to you all week and besides, I was hoping to show you this last night."
"You look absolutely stunning!" I said, "I used to dream about something like this when I was a teenager reading Playboy," I laughed.
"Sweetie, they don't have anything on me," she replied, "Are you just going to stand there or are you going to come over here with that big thing?"
She sat up a bit as I walked over. Getting on her knees, she grabbed my rapidly inflating manhood and began sucking on it as I stood next to the bed. Steadying myself by putting my hands on her shoulders, she placed one hand on my ass while the other held my shaft as she began to lick my cock and work it in and out of her mouth. Slowly, I rocked my hips back and forth as I went in and out of her mouth, and the visual of her along with her expert tongue made me extremely hard.
Looking up at me, she took me out of her mouth but continued to stroke its length.
"Well, that didn't take long," she said.