"What! What do you want from me!? You know what, I'm home now so it doesn't even matter. I don't want to talk to you anymore. I'm done. Don't call me, I'll call you."
As I put the key in the door I hung up the phone without giving her a chance to respond. I was fuming. Felt as though I was melting through the half foot or so of snow without any resistance. But now I was home, away from it all. I could retreat to my man cave and not be seen til the morning.
Dropped my work binder on the entrance table and hung my black peacoat in the closet. Finally it was quiet. I walked into my room and pulled off the blue pin stripe suit jacket and threw it on the chair. I was tired, mentally and physically, so attention to detail and cleanliness was not a priority. Unbuttoned my shirt without bothering to completely unravel my tie. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror.
"Can really see those abs now!"
I had slacked off on the workout regiment but now I was back in the full swing of it and I could see the results. A smooth hardened six pack of abs was something to be proud of. And my deep tan skin complimented it nicely. Gave it the shimmer without having to be oiled up.
After removing my socks, shoes and belt, I got lazy and decided just to kick it as is in my blue pin stripe pants and silver tie. Walked down to the man cave to watch some television in my favorite recliner. Before I could cut on the TV.....
"Oh so you done!!!!"
"Whaaa??? How did you get in? When did you get in?
"Don't ask me no questions, you said you was done. I'm going to show you who's done!"
At this point I'm thinking this woman is crazy. She broke into my house and now I have no idea what she plans to do. I'm too tired to continue arguing with her and I've never disrespected her during the entirety of our "relationship."
She stood there yelling profoundly, telling me about this and that. I didn't want to hear but what was I to do? I thought about grabbing her up and throwing her out, literally, but couldn't muster up the strength to walk towards her. Her words had a force that knocked me deeper into my recliner.
After 5 minutes she finally quit. It was still dark in the room, hadn't had the chance to turn on a light during the barrage. Moonlight peaked through the lonely window and I caught a glimpse of her. She was wearing a long coat, looked to be burgundy or black, it was too dark to tell. Reminded me of a raincoat in fashion. She was definitely wearing black boots. Looked around the 3 inch mark, couldn't tell how far they progressed up the leg.
She walked towards me with her hands out of view. What was her plan now? I was so tired of this anger coming from her. I thought ot myself that I should just apologize for anything I might have done wrong, no matter how minor.
She got within 5 feet of me and I could see her more clearly now. Her coat was black leather and the heels matched. She brought her right arm around quickly and "crack!"
My right arm was thriving in pain and before I would even react my chest was the next target. My tie was now torn and a light red streak appeared across my pectorals. I wasn't bleeding but I felt an unknown pain. She had just missed the lion tattoo over my heart.
"I don't think your done. Your not done til I say you are! I'm just getting started. Don't make me have to use this again!"
Now I was attentive. I could no longer passively sit and listen to her threats and burst of anger. She pushed up on me, so close I could smell the perfume on her neck, it was my favorite. It always seemed to get me lightheaded though and it was completing that task once again. She whispered in my ear and I shrugged my head to the left. It tingled. But she was right there with her hand to catch my head and keep it steady.
Her attitude slightly shifted, she was still a dominate angry woman but with a sultry tone as she spoke now.
"Now are you still done or am I going to have make you cooperate?"
She pulled open her jacket and exposed her red bra and red lace tanga shorts. Lace is my favorite and it looks even better in red. My nature unexpectedly began to rise. There was still a hidden fear of this woman but she looked too sexy to be afraid of. She began to tell me what I was about to do, and how I would treat her, and what she give in return.
"Now that I've received attention from both parties your going to rip off this leather coat. Then you will rub my ass without attempting to remove my lingerie. Understood."
I ripped off that leather jacket quickly and began to touch, rub, and kiss her soft, smooth ass. Caressing every inch of her voluptuous booty my nature began to reach full staff. The fear and pain had subsided and I was now focused on this round red boned ass. I traverse her lingerie from her ass to her front, feeling the lace and outlining her special tattoo that ran along her right hip's panty line.
