3 comments/ 51146 views/ 5 favorites Lunch Date By: destinie21 I look across the table at the woman sitting there. All she's doing is drinking a class of ice water but she's doing it like it is the best damn water she had ever tasted. God I want her so fucking bad, it's a sin and a shame. It seems like all I ever want now is her; a lifetime of want, desire and longing all fulfilled by five feet and six inches of majestic woman. See already some of you are thinking that I'm exaggerating, but it's only because you've never had the pleasure of her presence. She sets the glass down and meets my eyes, she's laughing at me but she never makes a sound. She's talking about the latest news but I know that she knows exactly what I want. She always knows and the sparkle in her eyes tells me that even as she speaks she's got more on her mind than current events. I watch as she lifts her hand to the glass in front of her, she doesn't pick it up, she just lets her fingertips follow the gentle curve of the wine glass, parting the wet beads of condensation that have formed there in the heat. My eyes drift back up to her face just in time for me to catch her full lips curving into a teasing smile. She holds me in her gaze, there's no telltale smoke or even a hint of flames but she's setting me on fire like matches to drift wood and I'm burning up. "What are you thinking?" She asks me. I'm more focused on the way her lips move and hug the words as she speaks, than what she's actually saying and for a moment I don't speak. It's a moment to long because she asks me again. This time I don't hesitate at all. "You." The single syllable leaves my lips like a breath instead of a word, as images of her and I intertwined skin to skin in sweaty embraces flood my mind I blush. "What about me?" Without any conscious decision on my part I drop my eyes and shift slightly, pressing my thighs together for just a second as I move in the chair. Before I have time to put my thoughts into words the waiter approaches with menus in hand. I shift again, he's suspended somewhere between the little boy he once was and the man he is becoming. I recall baby sitting him, at the time he seemed so much younger than I did but in truth only four years separate us. When I had booked our reservation for lunch I had no idea that Julian worked at the country club. Decorum and policy kept him from trading anything except for a polite greeting with me but when he'd seen me his smile had been big and broad. Even as he presented us with menus and went through the daily specials he was grinning, while I idly wondered if he was still a cheat at Chutes and Ladders. When he departed I set my menu aside without so much as a glance, what I wanted wasn't likely to be on the menu anyway. The woman across from me studied the menu at great length, as if it were the latest best seller, I hated when she ignored me like this and I tried to compose my features so my emotions wouldn't be right there on my face. I could have fooled anyone but her, most people didn't look me right in the eye but when she set her menu down she did just that. She hadn't acknowledged me in fifteen minutes and then suddenly I was her main focus. "Are you mad?" Her tone was slightly mocking which pissed me off a little more. I am not a woman used to tempering her emotions or anything else for that matter, but I'm also no fool. A display of dissatisfaction would not result in her appeasing me and I was well aware of that fact, I was also aware that she knew exactly what she was doing. "No" I said in answer to her question. She smiled "yes you are." Not trusting my abilities to behave I kept silent. If she'd been any other man, woman or child I'd have walked away without a second thought, no one had ever pushed me because I'd always walked away from the slightest sign of resistance. But something in me longed to please her no matter how I sometimes wanted to fight against that urge. Half of the time my urge to fight against her was nothing more than the acting out of a querulous child. I am admittedly a petulant brat princess and condescension is not my first response to control, after all I have not often been denied and never quelled. She was teaching me all kinds of lessons, the ones I didn't know I wanted to learn, the ones that must be taught and some that I very simply needed to know. She asked me again "Are you mad?" I repressed a sigh and said "yes." She nodded and spoke again "do you still want me?" Without pause I answered "yes," and I did. "I know." I never doubted that fact for even a second. But before I could tell her that the waiter was back he took her order and then looked to me, "You don't have what I want." I told him with a polite smile. He stood there nonplussed and when I didn't elaborate he collected the menus and walked away looking more confused than George W. Bush with a high school vocabulary test. "What is it that you want?" She asked me running her foot up the inside of my leg beneath the table I paused for a moment, I wasn't hesitating this time, I simply couldn't breathe. She saw me take a deep breath and flashed me a smile. That alone sent a tremor through my belly. "I want you." I said when I could speak, I was working hard to h keep my voice level but I knew that she had noticed the dip in the octave. "You want me right now?" "Yes." "You can have me." I looked around the dining area of the club there were a few other patrons enjoying lunch, it wasn't crowded but it wasn't empty either. There was a table of women behind us with six women sitting there three of whom were facing me. On the left side there was a man that looked old enough to be his young companion's distinguished grandfather, but by the way she was leaning toward him and giggling I certainly hoped familial bonds did not connect them. There were also three separate groups of men dressed in suits, out on business lunches no doubt, as well as a few formally attired waiters. No one was paying us the slightest bit of attention and I took the opportunity to slip beneath the table dropping the floor length tablecloth back into place behind me. She had her legs crossed and I ran my nails lightly from her ankle to her mid-thigh, she uncrossed her legs for me and shifted forward slightly, her already short pinstriped skirt moved higher and she spread her thighs more. I rested my hands on her legs and pressed my face into her pussy. I could feel her heat through the fabric of her panties. I grabbed the cloth with my teeth, letting them graze her just hard enough to feel the pressure, then pulled the fabric away from her crotch with my teeth and let it fall back into place. I repeated the motion again biting her pussy just a little harder each time. Her smell grew stronger and the scent of her excitement thrilled me. Pressing my tongue against the satiny fabric I massaged her with long hard strokes adding wetness to wetness. She squirmed slightly as I ground my face against her. Moving forward in her chair she dropped her hand to my head and held me there for just a moment. Then she pulled the clip that held my hair in place. It had taken me twenty minutes to tame my hair and she'd undone it in a matter of seconds. My hair fell in around my face and settled on her thighs. She gave it a slight tug then her hand was gone. I grabbed the crotch of her panties between my teeth again and ran my hands up to her hips to pull them off. She lifted her hips a little and I moved my head to pull the panties down and then off. When my head was once again between her thighs I pressed my lips against her pussy and gave her a long open mouthed kiss. I let my tongue stroke her gently as I pressed my lips against her. Holding her thighs to keep her from moving I ran my tongue up and down her slit, from her entrance to the hood of her clit. Long slow hard licks spreading her wetness all over her pussy. Over and over until she was moving beneath me, then I dipped my tongue into her, swirling it inside of her, tasting her fully. My fingers rolled her clit in circles as I fucked her hard and fast with my tongue. I used my other hand to hold her in place stroking her outer thigh with my nails as I did so. I wanted her to come all over my lips and tongue and soak my already wet face with the scent and flavor of her. I wanted her thighs to tremble and to be able to feel the tension in her leg beneath my hands. I ground my face into her pussy as I fucked her, caressing her inner walls with my tongue and rubbing her clit harder and faster. When she climaxed I didn't stop I pulled my tongue away and pressed my lips to her entrance and sucked intent on sucking her dry. I kept my hand moving on her clit alternating from rolling it in hard circles to pinching the little bit of flesh between my thumb and forefinger and tugging gently. I could feel her legs trying to close around my head and I moved my hand from her clit to keep her thighs open so I could move my lips to her clit and suck it into my mouth. I sucked hard letting the tip on my tongue stroke the tip of her clit over and over again. I moved my hands to the sides of her ass pulling her closer as she went ahead and wrapped her legs around my head. I nibbled licked and sucked her clit as fast as I could constantly moving my head to press as close as I could get to her. I damn near came myself when she did; it was only sheer will power that kept me holding back. I hadn't asked for her permission to come and so I wouldn't but I was within a breath of losing control. When she relaxed her legs I moved back and ran my nails up and down her legs again. She handed me an unused linen napkin and I wiped her clean before moving to crawl out from beneath the table. It was harder coming out than going under because I couldn't see who was or wasn't looking. When I moved out from under the table the waiter was approaching I licked my lips and motioned for him not to say anything before winking and settling in my seat. He blushed as he collected her now empty plate. I hadn't even heard him bring the food; my focus had been entirely on her pleasure. I tucked my hair behind my ear and giggled a little. He hurried away and I noticed that two of the three women that were facing me at the next table were staring at me. I smiled and picked up my napkin and wiped my face. I knew that hadn't seen me take one bite of food. They kept staring but I looked away focusing on the beauty across from me. She smiled and blew me a kiss. "Did you enjoy your lunch?" I nodded and she laughed as the waiter approached with the bill. Lunch Date My thanks to LallyH for editing this story. I'm glad she did. It had been a long, long time since I had been in downtown Miami. Last week, driving down Brickell, I passed Morton's, taking me back to a special time with an old Panamanian lover. "Mi vida loca," I thought. God, what I wouldn't give for one more weekend of that life, to fuck and suck non-stop with him just one more time! My pussy tingled at the thought. Being remarried, having children, a comfortable life and a wonderful extended family only goes so far. Sometimes a girl wants to relive her single days, and travel back to her "vida loca", with sex, drugs and salsa y meringue! And sex. Definitely sex. I wasn't driving a Volvo, but I had become a soccer mom. I loved my current life. It was the variety and frequency of cock that I used to get that I missed. And the places in which I used to get it. Richie had been my Panamanian lover. At the time when we met at my old firm, I was newly divorced, unattached and back in Miami. He was at times co-counsel and also a client. We often worked together closely. In time we became lovers. I am Cuban, curvy and insatiable. He was Panamanian, with an old-world courtliness, and eight inches of thick, uncircumcised cock that was always hard. We both liked champagne, martinis, weed, and fucking and sucking, anytime and anywhere. Really. The connection we had lasted nearly three years. There was little we didn't do, and few places where we didn't do it. Driving back home, I reminisced about Richie. Whenever he came to town for business, or just to see me, he would stay at my condo on South Beach. He would work from there, or out of a spare office at the law firm, depending upon what he had to do. One spring day he came to work with me, as we had meetings in the morning with clients. My work attire at the firm was simple, professional and functional -- for two reasons. It comprised a plain silk blouse (sometimes a sheath, and sometimes with buttons down the front ), a tailored wool, linen or silk skirt with the hem above the knees, and high heels. I always wore a lacy underwire bra. My 36C breasts are unmanageable without one. I had to choose my blouse and top combinations carefully because even with a bra on, the dark aureole and pencil-eraser nipples were too obvious if the fabric was too sheer or too thin. I always wore matching panties - lace or mesh. I never wore stockings or hose. On the surface, the look was professional and lawyer-like. This clean, simple ensemble also permitted me to remove quickly whatever items of clothes necessary for sex at the office, in the car, or in public, and then to put them back on just as quickly afterwards. Mostly for Richie, but other men as well. The last of the morning meetings complete, we were cleaning up in the conference room. As the paralegal was leaving, Richie said, "Let's go for lunch, but first I want call opposing counsel back to let him know that we agree to the extension." "What extension?" I thought to myself. When we got to the office, he closed the door, quietly engaging the door lock. Then, gracefully sliding up behind, he embraced me, running his hands along my body. I felt his cock pressed against my shapely ass as he slowly humped me from behind. "Oh, that extension," I said, grasping him by the balls and running my hand up the shaft through his trousers. He was fully erect and the head of his cock was directly under his belt buckle. I felt him step back and lift up the hem of my skirt. He knelt down and began licking my inner thighs, running his hands softly along the inside and outside of my legs, gently brushing against my vulva. "No, not now, amor! I'm hungry. For food. Let's go have lunch first!" I knew that if he took off my panties, he would have his tongue buried in my ass, and I wouldn't be able to stop him from fucking me across my desk. We had done it many times before. Once he started to tongue me, I couldn't pull back. I had no control. "Bueno, putica," he said, "but first take off your panties for me on the way out." He pulled on the elastic band to slide them over my ass. I protested, knowing that nothing could stop him from assaulting my ass with his tongue if he did. "I can't do that, I get very wet and then I make a mess of my skirt." I paused. "Mira, Putica. You're wearing a dark skirt with a liner. Nothing is going to show," Richie said. I relented and stepped into the ladies' room, where I went into a stall. Sliding my skirt up my thighs, not so easy to do with a tight skirt and curvy thighs, I reached down and rubbed my pussy through the silky fabric, making sure that I pushed through the outer lips. When I had soaked the panties sufficiently - and aroused myself - I slipped my thumbs under the elastic waistband and moved my thumbs to my hips. Then I slid the panties down my smooth, tanned legs, until they were above my heels. Slowly, I pulled the panties off one leg, and then the other. Holding the fragrant silk La Perla bikini panties, I arranged them into the shape of a pocket square. Exiting the restroom, I tucked the panties into Richie's sport coat pocket, making them into a passable pocket square. Richie loved showing off my panties in public. He also loved showing me off in public, and he really got off on showing me off naked or semi-naked, when he had his cock in my mouth or pussy in public. We got to Morton's and the maitre de, recognizing us, seated us at the usual table, off to the side and away from most foot traffic. Richie ordered drinks for us - Grey Goose martinis with olives. Enjoying our drinks, we selected our steaks and placed our orders. I enjoyed how he took control of every situation, leaving no detail undone. The martinis had their effect on both of us. The longer we were there, the closer we moved our chairs together, as we talked and laughed about work and life, frequently touching each other. At one point, Richie slipped his hand under the table. I felt him grasp my knee, before he slowly, yet confidently, ran his hand up my inner thigh, pulling on my leg so that I would spread open my thighs. Complying with his non-verbal instruction, I lifted up off the chair and hiked up my skirt high on my hips before sitting back with my legs open. I was grateful for my napkin and the table cloth covering my bare legs. Anyone at or near the table, however, would get a show. Richie whispered in my ear, "Amor, I am so horny right now" as his fingers rested on my slick outer lips. My pussy had been gushing even before he spoke. Running his finger up and down my slit he could tell I was soaking wet. I could see his cock thickening in the white linen pants he wore. I had waxed my pussy a few days earlier and it was smooth, as were my thighs and pussy lips. Richie loved my slick pussy. I loved the feel of this fat cock, especially when he wore linen trousers, like that day. I could feel every ridge, bump and vein on his shaft. I reached over and began massaging that fat sausage in his pants, slowly and sensually. Throughout lunch, we fondled each other discreetly under the table. I was doing most of the talking, allowing Richie to finish his meal first. When he was done, he reached back down to my pussy and, after spreading my thighs, his finger separated the lips and he circled around the opening to my cunt. Slowly, he worked one finger, and then two, inside me before popping them in and out of me. The fingers opened me up and further split apart my lips as he ran them up my cunt opening until he got to the top. Finding my engorged clitoris, Richie manually stimulated it, flicking it up and down and side to side. His thumb pressed down on my clit and then he went to town on it, rubbing it hard and briskly. His upper arm moved imperceptively, but his forearms and fingers were furious in their repetitive assault on my clit. And then he stopped and slipped two fingers deep into my pussy. Involuntarily I gasped so hard that the waiter, watching discreetly from a distance, came over to the table to "make sure that everything was all right." He knew what was happening; he'd watched us before. I realized that Richie had wanted to evoke an audible and visual response of my increasing arousal from me. As the waiter turned around and walked back to his station, I reached for the edge of the table, knowing that Richie was going to make me cum at 2 o'clock in the afternoon in downtown Miami at a table in Morton's. His two fingers furiously rubbed my raw clit until I could take no more. My body tensed, my eyes closed and my body shuddered, as I held onto the table to steady myself. Richie slowed his pace, gently lifting his hand up and stroking my cheek. I sucked each finger clean of my pussy juice, while my inner thighs were swimming in my cum. Discreetly, I sopped up some of my wetness with my table napkin, and when I was done, I straightened my skirt. We finished lunch and the waiter removed the empty plates and martini glasses. Richie ordered a Chardonnay for me and a Frangelico for himself. As we enjoyed their after-meal drinks, his ardor for me increased and Riche unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, pulling out his semi-hard cock. I could smell the cologne he always dabbed on his well-manicured balls. "Time to pay him back for the meal," I thought to myself. Slowly I began caressing that fat cock, and then stroking it. As it hardened under the table, I squeezed and milked it gently but firmly to bring out the pre-cum. Grasping him at the bottom of the shaft, I worked my tiny hand slowly up his cock, never breaking eye contact with him. I also pulled back the foreskin so that I would have a clear view of the head and slit of his cock. I loved to play with his foreskin, flicking it back and forth. I loved the way the veins popped out on his shaft, and the neatly trimmed pubic hair, accentuating the length and girth of his prick. He was warm, and his body heat meant I could smell the musky scent of cologne which he always dabbed around his cock and balls. "So yummy, so full in a girl's mouth and pussy!" I couldn't resist pulling it out of his pants and up into the air. God, I wanted to take him into my mouth. I actually did suck off Richie once at Morton's, but that's another story. When enough pre-cum had oozed out, I ran two fingers over the tip of his cock, giving him a shiver. Then, in sight of the waiter and other customers, I put the pre-cum covered fingers into my mouth and smiled. Slowly, I pulled them out as I sucked the pre-cum off of them. "Mmm, yummy!" I said. "May I have some more?" "Como no, mi amor," he replied, getting some of his pre-cum onto his finger and then tracing my lips with it. As I licked my lips, I milked his swollen cock head some more, causing the clear liquid to weep from the open hole at tip of his prick. It was so sweet, so delicious, and so naughty. I was taking his pre-cum into my mouth in a restaurant during the day. And Richie had his erect penis out too. Very decadent. We finished our drinks and Richie motioned to me that it was time to go. Discreetly, he pushed his cock back into his pants and zipped himself back up. I pulled down my skirt and smoothed the wrinkles in the fabric. I was drunk. Richie asked for the check and paid, with a handsome tip for our waiter. Standing up, his bulge noticeable, he walked over to my chair and pulled it back for me. As I stood up he took my hand and gave me a light kiss on the cheek. We walked out of the restaurant to our waiting car. Our waiter couldn't resist staring at my tits and legs as we left the dining area. As much as I enjoyed the attention, he just wasn't my kind. "Mira, putica!" Richie said to me. He was looking down at his crotch. The pre-cum from his cock had soaked through his boxers and into his light tan linen trousers. We both laughed and I handed him my car keys as he opened the passenger side front door for me to get in. Walking over to the driver's side, Richie got in. He still had a hard on. The drive back to my condo on South Beach was a blur. We drove up 95 towards 195, and Richie decided to play with my pussy again. I was drunk and horny. Cumming once at the restaurant wasn't enough. I wanted more and I wanted to taste his cock. Looking over me he said, "Puta, lift up your skirt so I can see that chucha of yours!" Dutifully, I complied, looking around first to make sure no one could see me. "Unbutton your blouse too, whore. Show me what a slut I made you into," he barked. "Si, amor," I whispered into his ear. "You made me into the putica cubana I am today." "No, slut. You were a cock whore when I met you, and you'll be one when I'm through with you." My inner thighs were hot and very slick, and Richie had no trouble finding my dark, thick pussy lips. He fingered me and rubbed my clit roughly. He didn't care, and neither did I. Richie got off on 195 to take the Julia Tuttle Causeway. As we were crossing the bridge, I could wait no longer. I unfastened my safety belt, always the start of something naughty in the car, and moved closer to Richie. Reaching over, I pulled on his belt, unbuckling it. Then, I unfastened the metal clasp on his trousers, and pulled his zipper down, freeing that monster cock from his pants. As it sprung to attention, pointing that blind angry red eye at me, I dropped down on it, sucking him gently, teasing his cock slit with my tongue, milking the sweet pre-cum with my tongue and lips, before going down on his cock engulfing the shaft entirely with my mouth. My mouth was a wet, fleshy suction cup, working every sensitive spot on his cock head, frenulum and the rest of his shaft. After sucking his cock in public, sucking him in my Lexus is the best, especially while he is driving! I continued to throat his cock as he leisurely drove Alton Road, oblivious to anyone who might have looked into the car. Given the height of the car and the light tinting on the windows, it would be easy to see a brunette's head bobbing up and down in the distinguished looking man's lap. I didn't care. Once I've got cock in me, nothing else matters and nothing else has my attention. Well, unless there's an audience. We barely made it home, and driving down Collins Avenue on Miami Beach was difficult for him, as he didn't want to cum just yet and I was furiously fucking his cock with my face and mouth, not caring who could see me. Richie finally had to stop me. I could tell he was close to cumming, his cockhead expanded in my mouth and the shaft was doing those things a shaft does before it erupts. Grabbing me by the hair, he lifted me up and said "Stop!" I looked up to see the gate of the condo parking lot opening. We had managed to get home without fucking. I pulled down the mirror and saw that pre-cum and saliva had glazed my face and was all over my silk blouse and breasts. Parking the car, he pulled his pants up and I straightened myself out. My silk blouse was a mess, covered in saliva and pre-cum. Quickly, we walked to the door of the condo building. When the elevator arrived, we embraced and I thought about taking him right there in the elevator -- the unit had an on-off switch that did not sound an alarm, allowing one to have sex in an elevator without disturbance. I fucked my ex all the time in the elevator and even had Richie in the elevator a few times. He pulled me towards him and began fingering my sopping wet pussy from behind. I moaned loudly as he fingered me, my pussy juices running down my thighs. The door to the elevator opened quickly, and we pulled ourselves together again, walking briskly to my apartment. Just after closing the door, Richie pushed me against it and lifted my skirt up. Dropping to his knees and not caring who might hear us from out in the hallway, he lifted one leg over his shoulder and then he went down on me, licking my clit fiercely and roughly, with his fingers pushing up deep into my cunt, vigorously rubbing my g-spot. It hurt so bad, I couldn't stop cumming. And moaning. "Ay papi! Ay! Si, si..." were the only words I could express. I was moaning loudly now and pulling his head into my pussy. I thought I was going to black out, and if I didn't pass out, I was going to gush all over him and the floor. Richie stood up, my juices all over his beard, and taking my hand, led me quickly to my bedroom. Upon reaching the bed, I pulled Richie's pants down, dropped to my knees and engulfed his cock. I sucked his dick like there was no tomorrow. You want to know what it's like? It's like having a tight, wet pussy wrapped around your cock, but the pussy knows exactly where to lick, nibble, and rub, and how much pressure to exert at the base, and how much suction to work on the shaft and head, with one or both hands working the shaft just right. I could feel the stiffening and increase in size of his tool in my mouth, hear the changing breathing, and feel his ass about to tighten. Richie was sooo close to cumming for me, but I wasn't ready for him just yet, nor he for me. Richie again pulled my head off of his cock. He threw me down and the bed and hiked the rest of the skirt over my ample ass, and began licking it deep until he found my rose bud. Tonguing my ass never failed. I rolled over and shouted, "Lick my clit, fucker! Lick it hard! NOW!" I started cumming and squirting all over Richie's face, mouth, and beard, my juices soaking into the bedspread and skirt. Richie had my cum everywhere. I was moaning deliriously at this point, thrashing about my bed, my thighs squeezing Richie's head, my juice and his saliva running down my ass cheeks, staining my duvet. Richie stood up, pulling my legs apart, and towards him. His stiff cock pointed out at my pussy, and his thick balls were pulled in tight at the base of his cock, glistening in sweat. His foreskin was already back as he impaled me on that beautiful prick. I shouted in pleasure and pain as he rammed my cervix hard. Enveloping me with his body, he held me down as jack-hammered my cunt with his cock. Then, my legs still in the air, he dropped all of his weight on me and fucked me like there was no tomorrow, until I came several times. With a loud scream of his own, he came, filling me with his cum, before rolling off and falling asleep soundly. In an hour, he would wake up to me licking his cock clean of my juices, and we would do it all over again. Lunch Date If you do not like stories of temptation, human frailty, and redemption, please do not read this story. You will not enjoy it. But, if you take solace that there are husbands who fight to save their marriages I bid thee read on. Today's story comes from southeastern Wisconsin. As always, I am a mere scribe, presenting a story which was told to me by those who lived it. They swear their story is true. I will leave that to the reader to decide. All names and places have been changed. Constructive criticism is always welcome. Ad hominem attacks will, of course, be deleted. If you enjoy this missive I encourage you to read my earlier works. Thank you. ***** Friday morning, make that casual Friday morning, my wife Becky dressed to the nines; a knee length red dress with sheer black pantyhose. A pair of high heels completed the ensemble. "Damn, you look incredible." I feigned ignorance when I asked, "What are you all dolled up for?" "Nothing special, I just felt like dressing up." Now you have to know my wife to know how truly bizarre that statement was. This was a woman who lived for denim. Monday through Thursday she had to wear nice clothes to work but on Friday her uniform was designer jeans tucked into a pair of black leather boots with a blouse or sweater. Never in the five years we were married did it vary. And she certainly did not dress this nice Monday through Thursday. "If you're going to dress this fine I'm taking you out dancing tonight. I'll make dinner reservations for six." "Okay." That's all she said; okay. Not where. Just okay. I wanted to press the issue but had to make a business call to the east coast before I left for the office. I will admit my mind was distracted by how hot my wife looked...knowing why bothered me even more. She gave me a cursory kiss before leaving for work. Becky was one of twelve Tech Assistants at a major automotive tool supplier. Their job was to be a liaison between the forty plus sales reps and the warehouse, entering their orders into the system and sending confirmation e-mails to the customers. For the last few weeks Becky had been acting a little strange. Nothing big but rather a slew of little things. The one that really stood out was she kept mentioning one of the new sales reps, Vince Davis. She often came home frustrated by how clueless some of the reps were but it seemed every day she had some amusing anecdote about Vince. He could do no wrong. This grabbed my attention and I decided to do a little detective work. Becky always sleeps in on Saturdays; I got up at my usual six AM, poured a cup of coffee, and began reading her e-mails. Most of them were dribble, of no interest to anyone. Undaunted, I kept looking and struck pay dirt when I checked the trash. My wife had dutifully deleted each e-mail from Vince as well as her responses but never bothered to empty the trash can. I copied everything they exchanged on a thumb drive for safe keeping then started reading them. I found it odd he would be sending business messages to her personal account but their tone soon changed to flirtatious. Then they got very personal with him commenting on what she wore and speculating on what kind of lingerie was under it. Becky responded like a love sick fourteen year old girl, teasing him right back. I found it very difficult to control my rage as the electronic messages approached the present date. He cranked up the bullshit and she ate it up. I almost smashed her laptop when I read how the bastard shifted to high weasel and tried talking her into going commando to work. When she said she only did that for her husband he whined like a sick puppy trying to get her to agree to at least wear a shear pair of panties to work. I smiled when she shut him down. That didn't stop him. The next night he tried to talk her into sending a naked selfie but thankfully she turned him down flat. But it was obvious he was comfortable enough to escalate his virtual seduction. I was tempted to confront her the moment she woke up but realized I needed to cool off or I might kill her. I left a note on the table that I had some errands to run. I conveniently forgot my cell phone on the counter. I spent a lot of time talking to myself, trying to decide my next move. It was dark when I returned. Becky threw her arms around me and said she was worried something happened to me. "I called your mom and your friends but nobody had seen you. Where were you? Why didn't you call?" I bit my tongue and didn't say what my mind was screaming. Instead I said, "I had a lot to think about." On Sunday Becky surprised me with wake up sex. She was an absolute vixen in bed; knowing what she was hiding sucked all the romance out of her performance. She noticed my lack of enthusiasm and asked, "Are you feeling alright?" I ignored her question and avoided her the rest of my day. On Monday morning I checked her trash can again and found over two dozen messages exchanged while she was so worried about me. There wasn't a single message to anyone asking if they had seen her wayward husband. They averaged a couple of messages a day for the rest of the week. The weasel was worming his way deep into her mind. Then, in the immortal words of Alice in Wonderland, things got curiouser and curiouser. On Friday evening Davis announced he had saved Becky's job. I read with great curiosity his claim to have found an error in pricing a nationwide contract so big that she would have been fired for sure. That sounded like a crock as Becky was a mathematical genius who balanced our checkbook every month without even using a calculator. When I read his next message I knew he was setting her up. He kept reminding Becky that she said she owed him big time. For his big time reward he wanted to take her someplace special for a lunch date, just the two of them. He used several double entendres to make it clear what he expected to nibble on. Becky seemed oblivious to what he was saying. The last message was dated Wednesday. He reminded her he took a big risk covering her error and he would probably lose his job if his supervisor learned what he had done. Becky wanted him to assure her it was just two friends going to lunch together. His reply got my blood boiling, "Yeah, just two friends...who are going to become much closer friends." Then he gave specific instructions on what she was to wear to their private lunch date. When I saw what she was wearing that morning I knew I had to move fast to save my marriage. Becky had lunch every day from 11:30-12:30. At 11:25 I showed up unannounced to take my wife to lunch. I got the strangest looks from several of the women I passed, as though they shared a dirty secret. When I presented myself at Becky's work station she damn near screamed, "What are you doing here!" This drew even more attention. "Do I need a reason for taking my beautiful wife on a lunch date?" Becky's eyes opened wide as she stammered, "Uh, I can't. Did you forget we're going out to dinner tonight...besides I'm going to lunch with Mary Beth and Irene." Both gave her a look which I interpreted as don't suck me into your cess pool. Irene spoke first, "Girl, ain't nothin' more important than you going to lunch with your husband." Mary Beth shook her head, "You know I always bring my lunch." "Looks like you're stuck with me." I gave my best Cheshire cat grin. Becky looked as nervous as a whore in church as I extended my hand to her. Just then a smarmy looking man in a cheap suit strode in. He was a typical sleazy salesman, always on and full of shit. He started to say, "Who's ready to go to..." but didn't finish the sentence. He froze when he saw me holding my wife's hand. I could hear the other Tech Assistants giggling behind me. I was glad I wore my brand new tailored suit. I looked like success; he looked like a used car salesman. "Uh Alex, this is Vince Davis." He extended his hand. I ignored it and said, "My wife and I will be back in one hour." He just stood there shifting his weight from foot to foot and looking stupid before finally asking one of the ladies a lame question regarding an out of stock item. I had taken the liberty of stopping at a deli and had a very nice lunch waiting in my car. I spread it out on one of the picnic tables the company provided. Becky was talking a mile a minute about work but somehow never mentioned Davis. So I did. "If I didn't know better I would have thought that pompous ass was under the impression he was taking you to lunch." Becky started choking on her roast beef sandwich. I handed her something to drink and asked, "Honey, is there something you want to tell me?" Her silence lasted for well over a minute. She didn't look me in the eye when she finally began speaking. "I really screwed up a big order. I priced the product so low I probably would have been fired. Vince caught the error and corrected it. I told him I owed him big time. It's just an expression people say all the time." "Vince said he wanted to go on a lunch date to repay him for saving my job." "So this morning when you said, 'I just felt like dressing up' you weren't being truthful with me." "Uhhh, well he said he wanted me to look nice." "You let that piece of shit tell you what to wear!" "It's, I mean, he like asked...well...uh...yeah, I guess he told me to wear a red dress." "You do know every woman you work with thinks you're having an affair with him." Becky screamed, "Who told you that!" "I could see it on their faces as I walked by." "I...I...I..." she stammered. "Let me guess, he's been hovering around you, bringing you coffee, telling jokes." "No, I mean yes. I mean he was just being friendly." "Friendly? Did he bring coffee for any of the other eleven women who do the same exact job for him as you?" "No, but...but..." "Your co-workers aren't blind. They saw him grooming you just like they noticed you wearing a dress on casual Friday." It took several minutes but Becky finally admitted the attention stroked her ego and she developed a stupid school girl crush on him, "It was exciting sneaking around, teasing each other...but we were just playing. He knew I would never do anything with him." "Either you're an idiot or you think I'm an idiot. Becky, I read the e-mails. Why do you think he blackmailed you into going on a private lunch date? The man was going to have sex with you, whether you wanted it or not." "No he's...I mean, no...he wouldn't... he knows I'm married. I would never cheat on you." "Maybe not physically, "I touched my index finger to her forehead, "but you did in here. And that's every bit as bad." Becky started crying. I wrapped my arm around her and said, "You betrayed me...you betrayed our wedding vows. And actions have consequences. Give me one good reason why I should stay married to a woman I can't trust." She began sobbing so hard she could barely catch her breath. She finally managed to squeak out, "I'm sorry." "You're sorry. You're sorry!" I screamed. "That's not a reason. That's something a cheating wife says when she gets caught. If I hadn't showed up when I did he would be fucking you right now." I took my arm off her shoulder and got up to leave. That slammed her back to reality. She screamed "No!" and lunged forward to grab my leg. "Let go. I'm leaving." She sounded like an asthmatic sucking for a breath as she choked out, "Don't go. I've got a bunch of reasons. You saved me from making the biggest mistake of my life." She paused to compose herself. "You, you're the only man I ever loved. You're the only man I ever wanted." There were long pauses as she struggled to breathe. Tears and snot rolled down her face. "From the day I met you I wanted you. Without you I don't want to live. Please forgive me... I'm such an idiot...Tell me what I have to do to make things right and I'll do it. Anything. Please don't leave me." She collapsed to her knees and began sobbing. I waited for a couple of minutes before I lifted her face in my hands and said, "I love you too much not to forgive you...but we will talk a lot more about this when we get home." I handed her my handkerchief. "Now wipe your face you look like hell." Becky jumped up and shouted for joy, "I love you so much!" She threw her arms around me and gave me the best kiss ever. We sat in silence for several minutes, my arms wrapped around my wife, squeezing tight. I checked the time then asked, "Are you ready to face your co-workers?" "As ready as I'll ever be." "Then the hour is nigh at hand to set things right." I cleaned up the table then escorted my wife back to her work station. I looked around for Davis but he was smart enough to stay out of sight. Two of her co-workers came over and introduced themselves. Becky sat down and hung her head in shame. In a loud voice I asked them to keep an eye on my wife because I was afraid her red dress would attract human scum. Just because I forgave her didn't mean I would forget her indiscretion. You should have seen the shit eating grins on their faces; both asked for my business card so they could keep me in the loop. I wrote my cell phone number on the back. Becky's face was as red as her dress. My last stop was Human Relations where I introduced myself to Ms. Gladys Whyte, Director of Personnel. Ms. Whyte looked like a refugee from a 1950's black and white movie. I could even detect a hint of witch hazel and mothballs hovering over her silver hair. I introduced myself and asked for a few minutes of her time. "How may I help you Mr. Niles?" "I believe we can help each other. My wife, Becky, Rebecca to you, is a Tech Assistant." "Ah, the legendary scarlet lady. I take it you are here to defend her honor." Ms. Whyte may have been ancient but she had a keen sense of irony. "You are not the first person to seek an audience with me regarding the situation. Unfortunately, your wife has become quite the topic of conversation." I reached in my suit coat pocket and took out an envelope. "This may seem a bit unorthodox but I would like to file a sexual harassment complaint against one of your sales reps." "Let me guess. Vince Davis." A thin smile cracked her weathered face. "You are correct Mr. Niles, this is highly unusual. But you have my curiosity piqued. Please proceed." "My wife is the most dedicated employee you have but at 5:00 PM she switches identities and forgets her job until 8 the next morning. However, for the last few weeks she seems to be unable to carry on a dinner conversation without mentioning Davis. What he did, what he said...ad nauseam." "This did not escape my attention. So I began doing a little detective work. I get up a half hour before my wife and used that time to search her computer every morning. "It took all of my self control to not scream when I read the Davis' e-mails. The first couple were work related. Then he started flirting with her. He even tried to talk her into going to work without panties." "Oh my," Ms. Whyte said. "Then last week he sent an e-mail claiming he caught a significant error on a large order she input, an error that would have priced the product below production costs. He said he corrected the pricing and reentered the order with no one being the wiser. She foolishly said she 'owed him big time' for saving her job." "Davis started pressuring her to going on a private lunch date so she could properly thank him. He was harassing her at work in addition to the e-mails." "Becky kept reminding him she was happily married and hoped she didn't give him the wrong impression. He finally wore her down and she agreed to have lunch in a restaurant but that was all. As you can see his idea of her 'owing him big time' had nothing to do with buying her a burger and fries." I handed her the printed out e-mails. "One moment Mr. Niles. Our sales reps do not have access to the billing portion of our program. He could not have done what he claims." She picked up her phone and punched in a few numbers. "Fortunately we have a keystroke logging program. We'll know in a few minutes what actually happened." "William I need your wizardry." She explained what Davis claimed to have done then looked at the last e-mail. "Check Rebecca Niles' computer for last week. Hmmm. You're certain of that. Every order. I am sorry to have doubted you. Thank you very much William. "Well Mr. Niles, it appears your wife has been sold a bill of goods. Every order she entered was 100% accurate with no changes made. From what her supervisor said at her last performance review I would be very surprised to have heard otherwise." "Unfortunately my wife believed him." "That is indeed most unfortunate." "There were no e-mails the last two mornings but when I saw how she was dressed I knew that bastard had blackmailing her into going on their lunch date. "That brings u an interesting question. I can not understand why he would have your wife call so much attention to herself with that dress? One would have thought discretion would have been of primary importance." "I would bet Davis is a misogynist and was more interested in flaunting his control over her...making her his trophy as it were. It didn't matter whether he had sex with her as long as his buddies thought he had." I believe you are correct Mr. Niles." After I left Ms. Whyte I had the distinct impression Davis would need to update his resume. I had a bad feeling the bastard would be waiting to confront my wife in the parking lot after work. Fortunately I had a good friend on the police department who was glad to cruise through the parking lot at quitting time. Officer Celik even found a place to park where his dash cam had a clear shot of Becky's car. The hardest thing I did was to heed his admonition to 'not be within five miles in case something went down.' "Don't worry, I won't let anything happen to you wife." Davis was lying in wait for Becky, hiding behind a van. When she hit the remote to open her door he pounced. He threw her against the trunk and started screaming, "You fucking bitch! You're going to pay for what you did!" Now in Davis' defense there was no way he could have known the man who pulled him off my wife was a police officer. Too bad he swung before he looked. His fist connected with Officer Celik's jaw causing him to stagger but not fall. He responded with several baton blows to Davis' head until he released Becky. By then blood was gushing out of his nose and mouth. He swung blindly and was rewarded with a taser shot to the chest. This knocked his legs out from under him. He collapsed face first to the asphalt and soiled himself. Celik knelt down and handcuffed his wrists behind his back. By now a large crowd had formed to see what was happening. A few minutes later two backup squad cars arrived. He was still twitching when they loaded him into the back of a car. Mary Beth and Irene led the crowd in applauding the police as they hustled Davis away. Becky looked mortified. Officer Celik told her he would drive her to the station to take her report. I was driving to my next customer when my phone rang. It was Irene. "Thought you might like to know, Davis was giving your wife grief in the stock room for not going to lunch with him when he got paged to Personnel. I saw him about a half hour later getting escorted out by a guard. Next thing I knew he was getting his ass whopped by a police man for bothering your wife. And oh, his face don't look too pretty anymore." "Irene, I can't thank you enough. Becky is lucky to have you as a friend." "Shoot, after what I saw happen to Davis I never want you to be my enemy." We both laughed. Epilogue We didn't go out to dinner and dancing that night. Instead we ordered a pizza and spent the evening sitting in front of the fireplace drinking wine and talking. Becky was embarrassed at how naïve and trusting she was. She called me her hero and said I was like a knight in shining armor protecting her virtue. A lot of tears were shed but we are now closer than ever. Then we went upstairs for a couple rounds of forgiveness sex. Lunch Date Standing at the mirror, Sandy brushed back the stray hair from her face. Then she stepped closer and frowned at the reflection looking back at her. When did the wrinkles appear? Had they always been so deep? Her friends told her she could pass for 40, but she knew they were just being nice. The mirror didn't lie, and it was telling her she looked every one of her fifty-one years. Turning her back, she walked into the living room from the hall. It was the same room it had been for all the twenty-seven years she had lived here, except the walls had recently been painted and the carpet was gone now, revealing the peg and plank wood floors beneath. Pictures of Jack no longer were part of the decoration, either, except for that one on the bookshelf of the whole family. How young they had been then! This particular picture had been taken outside this house the first summer after moving in. Kylie had only been two at the time and she was six months pregnant with Kara. The house had seemed so big then with it's four bedrooms, two bathrooms, formal dining room, and an attic large enough to walk around in. Then, when the girls got older and Jack took on more responsibility at work, it began to feel small. When Kara turned eleven, Jack had had a third bathroom built because he said otherwise he'd have to run to the gas station whenever he needed to use one. Now, with the girls grown and on their own, and Jack gone these last five years, the house seemed huge again. They'd had twenty-six years together, married. Another year before then of dating. They had watched other marriages fall apart, friends divorce and leave, always grateful that it wasn't them. She had never thought of him as her best friend, but he had always been the man she wanted to grow old with. Then tragedy struck in the form of a drunk driver on a snowy night and suddenly that dream was lost. Her friends commented on how strong she was, but she was sure that when she wasn't around, they called her cold. Maybe heartless. They hadn't seen her cry, she hadn't run to any of them for a shoulder to lean on. She went on a date less than a year after the accident, and related to them how much fun she had had, and although they acted happy for her, she could see the disdain in their eyes. In truth, there were several nights she cried herself to sleep, her body sore from shaking so badly. Even now there were still times tears would slip, seemingly for no apparent reason. However, she refused to be one of those women who dwelt on the past, hanging on to what was and refusing to see what might be. Jack had been her rock, her security, her first love, but he was gone now. That didn't mean her life was over, only that that book was finished. Picking up her purse from the table near the front door, she left the house and went out to her car. She was meeting Mark in a half hour at the little diner just off the interstate. None of her friends or the girls knew about Mark. She knew every one of them would have discouraged her from meeting him, and perhaps their reasons would hold merit, but she knew if she didn't, it would be a regret she'd harbor forever. When Kylie first suggested she get a computer she had bucked at the idea. She dealt with computers all day at work, why would she want one in her home? Then Kylie and her husband were transferred out of town and suddenly it made sense to have one, just so they could easily keep in touch. Kara moved out of state a while after that and Sandy was glad to have the machine in her home. They e-mailed each other nearly every day, and talked on a messenger service daily; it was almost like having them with her. Oddly enough, she first met Mark while she was playing cards online with Kylie one night a month ago. He caught her up in a conversation after the game ended, they chatted on messenger for a few nights, then he gave her his phone number and she called him. Although she had e-mailed him a couple pictures of herself, he hadn't reciprocated. His excuse was that he looked horrible in pictures, but he had given her a written and verbal description of himself. She had told him how old she was, that she was a widow and had two grown daughters; he always managed to change the subject whenever she asked about his age, only supplying that he was divorced and had a grown son. He was the one who suggested they meet. Knowing that not everyone on the internet was honest, if what he said was true, he lived two hours away. She suggested they meet half way, he had insisted they meet in her town so she didn't have to drive far by herself. Somewhat suspicious by nature, but always curious, she thought maybe he was some scam artist thinking she was a rich widow and would try to steal her 'inheritance'. That may be, but did it hurt to at least see what he had to say in person? It wasn't like she had any other plans for the day. And if he turned out to be some scum, she would leave the diner and drive to her brothers house so Mark wouldn't know where she lived if he followed her. She had never told him her real last name, just in case he was some psycho, so she didn't worry he would find her address on the internet and stalk her. And she had an unlisted phone number, so it wouldn't show up on a caller ID and he couldn't do a reverse phone lookup. She felt somewhat safe meeting him in public. They had agreed to meet at two. It was five minutes before the hour when she parked her car in the lot of the diner. She knew any one of the other cars there could be his, but figured if he was already there then one of the pick ups was most likely his since he told her he was in construction. The diner was small. The first thing she noticed was that only one person was sitting alone, and that was a young woman. He obviously hadn't arrived yet, so she let the waitress lead her to a booth and she sat facing the door. Ten minutes later she saw the door open and a young man walked in. He looked to be just a bit older than Kylie, wearing tight blue jeans, bright white athletic shoes, a green polo shirt and denim jacket. He smiled at her and she thought to herself that if she was twenty years younger...Then he crossed the room, walking directly to her. "Sandy!" he said, bending down to kiss her cheek before sitting on the bench across from her. "You are prettier in person than in the pictures, and those were great!" "Mark?!" He was still smiling. "Oh my God. You're a baby," she blurted out without thinking. Then he chuckled. "Hardly. See? I knew you wouldn't have agreed to meet me if I told you my age. Everything else is true. Not that I ever lied about my age, I just conveniently never told you. Have you ordered yet? I am starving!" A slight groan escaped between her lips. "How old are you? Twenty?" "Thirty-five. My son is eighteen... yep, I was just out of diapers when he was born. Could be why the marriage didn't last too long, huh? We gave it ten years. She's a good girl, good mom, we're still friends. My kid is great, he works with me." Sandy felt like bolting for the door. Of all the things she imagined, this wasn't one of them. Not once did she even consider the fact he might be so much younger! Old, fat, bald, ugly.... Yes. Barely old enough to vote.... No. This man was someone she would expect Kylie or Kara to bring home, not someone she should be sitting with, someone she had fantasized about once or twice alone in her room. Certainly not someone she should have had phone sex with!! Feeling her face getting hot at that recent memory, she looked down at her hands on the table and hoped he hadn't noticed. At the time, it had been great even if she had felt a bit silly at first, until his words had her so turned on that she couldn't stop herself. Now, however, she felt dirty... like a dirty old lady! This man wasn't even ten years older than her oldest daughter! Sixteen years her junior! He reached across the table and took hold of her hand in his. "Does it really bother you that much?" he asked. "Yes!" she answered, keeping her voice low. "I know it shouldn't, it's the twenty-first century and it's supposed to be fine and dandy for an older woman to be with a younger man, but..." "It's okay. We'll have lunch, I'll go home, and I'll leave you alone. But I had to meet you , Sandy. I love your sense of humor, your outlook on life, and you're just so damned pretty!" "Thank you." After the waitress took their orders there was a moment of awkward silence, then Mark leaned against the back of the bench looking totally relaxed, lit a cigarette, and began to ask her about Jack. Although she hadn't smoked in ten years, she suddenly felt the need for one and took his as she answered his questions. The conversation took many turns during the meal and by the time they had finished eating, she was considerably more relaxed. The shock of the age difference had dissipated and it was like having lunch with a good friend. She found herself laughing over some of his stories and remarks and just enjoying his company. When the waitress filled their drink glasses for the third time it dawned on her that he was the same person, in person, as he had appeared to be on the computer and phone. If she had liked his company and accepted him then, was there really a reason for her to find any fault with him now? Did it really matter if he was so much younger? It wasn't like they were going to run off and get married or jump into a deep and meaningful relationship. That had never been her intention. She was only looking for friendship and a date or two, just something to ease the loneliness. Did it really matter if he was thirty-five or sixty-five? In truth, she had to admit that he was a good looking man. He had just enough confidence to be sexy without being arrogant or cocky. And better still, he found her attractive. "Wow," she said after glancing at her watch and seeing that two hours had passed since his arrival. "Yeah," he agreed. "If we stay here much longer they're going to make us order dinner. Or start charging rent." Suddenly the thought of him leaving saddened her. She hadn't expected to enjoy herself so much, especially when she first saw him. Yet now she couldn't recall having enjoyed a mans company so much since Jack. Amazed at that realization, she smiled. "Well... suppose this is where I tell you I've enjoyed meeting you, it's been fun...I wish I could make you change your mind." He stood up, holding his hand out to her. Putting her hand in his, she was mildly surprised when he didn't let go as he walked to the counter to pay for their meal. In truth, she was almost disappointed when he had to let go so he could retrieve his wallet from his jacket. After he paid, he took her hand once again as they walked out to the parking lot. For a minute, they stood just outside the door before Mark asked her where she was parked. Until then, she was stupidly wondering why he had stopped. When she pointed to her car, he laughed, then explained that his truck was the one parked next to it. He walked her between their vehicles, then leaned his back against his truck, holding both her hands in his. "So..." he said, and she could tell he was as reluctant to leave as she was to have him go. "Do you have to rush home?" she asked before losing her nerve. Smiling, he raised his eyebrows in question. "Does that mean you actually enjoyed my company?" Rolling her eyes, she shook her head. "No. I just want to make sure you don't drive too fast and have an accident. Smart ass. Yes! I did!" "Ya wanna go hang out somewhere? A motel? Didn't I see one just down the road a pace? Hey, they've got cable at those places. We could sit around and watch HBO." "Yeah, we could do that at my place, too. I could even make popcorn." "Got beer?" "No. 'Fraid you'd have to stop and pick up some." "Damn! Well, okay... you talked me into it anyway." "Twisted your arm, are you okay? I didn't break anything, did I?" "Now who's being a smart ass?" "Oh, just get in your truck and follow me." "What if I'm a psycho rapist killer?" "Then I'll haunt you the rest of your days." "That would be bad, right?" She nodded her head. "Real bad." "Okay, lead the way." He stepped away from his truck, pulling her close to him as he did. Before she had a chance to even think, he had covered her mouth with his. The kiss wasn't totally unexpected, but the intensity caught her off guard... especially since it came from her. Stepping away, she looked anywhere except at him while she caught her breath. She had expected it would be a simple kiss, no passion, no fire. She hadn't expected her hands to wind up in his hair, her tongue halfway down his throat, her body aching for his touch. If it was possible, she would have kicked herself in the butt for losing her self control, even if just for a moment or three. She'd actually only just met him a couple hours ago, for crying out loud! What was she thinking??? A light slap across her backside caught her attention. Mark was smiling at her as he waved his arm toward the door of her car. Leaning over the door frame, he waited until she was inside before he spoke, keeping his voice low and a bit husky. "I promise not to take advantage of the fact you obviously want me." He chuckled then and she realized the shock of what she did and what he said must have shown on her face. Then he winked. God, why did he have to be so damn cute? She waited until he was in his truck and had it started before she backed out of the space. Although she kept him in view of her rear view mirror the whole way, there were times she seriously considered speeding up to lose him at a light. Or turning down a side street, winding through the maze of alleys and hiding out in a back drive way. She knew she must be crazy. It wasn't that she hadn't dated often in the five years since Jack's passing, or that she had remained celibate. In fact, there was that time a couple years ago, feeling somewhat depressed and in desperate need of a man's touch that she had gone to the lounge at the Holiday Inn with her friend Jane, and wound up in a room with a man she had just met. There had been some guilt afterward, but nothing that didn't pass. At least this time, if things went that far, it wasn't like Mark was a complete stranger. She had to remind herself that one hot kiss did not necessarily mean that anything else would follow though. Smiling as she pulled into the drive way of her home, she asked herself who she was trying to kid. There was, of course, no reason in the world why she shouldn't let things go wherever they might go. She was single. He was single. They were both consenting adults. And again she reminded herself, it wasn't like she was looking for a lasting relationship. After parking next to her car, Mark got out of his truck and walked with her to the front door. Then he took her keys to unlock the door for her, waiting for her to get inside before closing and locking it again. She indicated he could take a seat in the living room while she went to get them something to drink, but he opted to follow her into the kitchen. When she turned from the refrigerator, she saw him sitting on the countertop behind her. All the years the girls were growing up she had yelled at them countless times for doing just that, but somehow it seemed natural to see him there. "Have you ever dated an older woman before?" she asked as she handed him a can of soda. "Actually, no. But I haven't really been doing a lot of dating lately. I was too busy building my business up. Jason, my son, is the one who told me to take the day off to meet you." "And does he know how old I am?" Mark nodded his head. "Jay is my best friend. I raised him after the divorce. Kelly had weekend visitations and summer vacations. So, yeah, I haven't really had the time or the inclination to date." "Why me?" He smiled and jumped down from the counter. Taking her into his arms he leaned his forehead against hers. "I told you. You have a great sense of humor, I like the way you look at things.. And you are one very pretty, very sexy woman. I had to meet you. And then, too, there was the other night. Baby, listening to you... " This time the kiss was no surprise at all. He seemed to be devouring her and she couldn't wait to be had. Did he take his jacket off, or did she push it off? She didn't know, didn't care. Her hands found their way under his shirt, palms flat against his back, and then the shirt was off as well. Again, she had no idea when, how or who. Her hands went to his arms, running over the slight bulge of muscle there, feeling every tendon move as his arms flexed. An intake of breath escaped her lips at the feel of his mouth against her bare breast. It was only then she realized that while his shirt had managed to leave his body, hers had as well. How didn't matter. When was of no consequence. The only important thing was that nothing had felt so good in a real long time. While his mouth suckled at one breast, his hand was on the other. He seemed to know just how to touch, how much pressure to apply, when to let up and when to begin again. She could feel her knees begin to weaken, slowly losing the ability to stand. Then his hands were on her backside, holding her up, lifting her off the floor as his lips found hers again. He carried her into the living room and half way up the stairs. Unwrapping her legs from around his waist she stood on the step above him, keeping her arms around his neck for support. That she was so affected came as a shock to her. "Okay," he said, his breath heavy, his voice deep and husky. "I'm going to ask you this while I still can... are you sure?" Leaning forward, she placed her mouth against the side of his neck. In answer to his question, she began to lightly nibble the skin there, sucking it in between her teeth. Then she put her hand over the bulge in his jeans, rubbing against it. A moment later she smiled at him before turning and continuing up the stairs. Just inside her bedroom, she stopped. Turning to face him, she unfastened the button on her jeans, took a step back and unzipped them. She smiled as he mirrored her actions, taking a step forward with every step she took back. It seemed like a dream, so much better than anything she had ever fantasized about. He kicked off his shoes when she did, and waited until she slid her jeans and panties down past her hips before shedding his jeans as well. Damn! He was perfect! Or at least as close to perfect as she'd seen recently. For a moment she felt awkward, wondering if he'd change his mind and leave the room now that her body was in full view, all of it's flaws there to see. But he either didn't notice or didn't care. In less than the intake of a breath he was in front of her, his mouth at her breast again. Without thought, her leg raised, wrapping around his hips. Her arms were around his chest, hands on his shoulders to steady herself. No man had made her feel this way in years, if ever. Not even Jack. Her heart was pounding, blood racing, and she could feel the walls of her pussy begin to pulse in needy anticipation as the head of his cock teased against those lips. His hand slid behind her, grasping her, gently squeezing before moving lower. She felt his fingers playing against her pussy from behind, over her lips at first, then finding their way between. There was no way she could have prevented the soft moans that seemed to be coming from deep in her soul. Minutes later, sure she couldn't take any more, she pushed herself away from him. Taking a deep breath to steady herself, she smiled at him before using her body to direct him to the bed, softly chuckling as he fell back and onto the mattress. Lunch Date Lying on his back, he looked up and smiled at her. Returning the smile, she went to her knees between his legs and leaned forward. With her face just above his cock, she took hold of it in her hands, letting her closed fingers slide up and down his shaft. Then she licked it once and continued using her hand. She licked it again, continued with her hand, loving the expressions crossing his face. Sticking out her tongue, she licked it one more time before opening her mouth and taking in as much as she could. He moaned loudly as his hips raised, trying to push himself deeper inside her mouth. With every thrust of his hips, she pulled back. Keeping her hand at the base, she slid her mouth up and down his shaft, licking him, flicking the tip of her tongue against his skin as she moved over his length. A moment later, taking his cock out of her mouth, she placed her lips over the side, wetting her lips and letting them glide along his shaft from base to head, sucking the head in for a moment before sliding her lips along the other side. Taking him in her mouth one more time, she got him wet, then placed her hand there again before moving to his sack, gently sucking one mound inside her mouth, then the other. As soon as she had released him, he pulled away from her. Before she realized what was happening, he had pulled her onto the bed further. Placing the bottoms of her feet onto his shoulders, he practically dove in between her legs. Her chuckle at the sight of him nose diving was quickly squelched by a deep guttural moan as his tongue began to perform magic against her clit. "Oh, shit!" she whispered, surprised and almost shocked to feel the first waves of orgasm building from deep within. Her fingers wound in his hair as he continued, his tongue teasing and licking against her. "Goddamn!" she swore as the waves tumbled upon themselves, culminating in a shattering orgasm that left her feeling weak and disoriented. Mind still reeling, she was barely aware that he had moved, his body now atop of hers. Once more she heard herself swear, this time at the suddenness of his entry. Seemingly of it's own volition, her hips raised to meet his every thrust, their bodies embroiled in a dance to music unheard, merely felt. Thoughts raced across the meadows of her mind, but none stayed long enough to register any meaning. All senses had disappeared from existence save the sense of touch and feel. She could feel him deep inside her, his body slapping against hers. She could feel his muscles move beneath her hands, his breath against her neck, his sweat on her skin. Those waves deep within her began to roll again, toppling onto and over each other, as another orgasm began to build... or perhaps it was an extension of the first, she no longer knew nor cared. She felt his release inside her, filling her with his juices as he thrust one last time against her. Fully expecting him to withdraw from her, roll onto his back and collapse beside her, she was completely shocked to feel his thumb against her clit, teasing and rubbing. Almost immediately the waves that had begun to subside were again rolling, building to a greater strength than before, until they came crashing forth with such force she blacked out for a moment as her body shook from the impact. The sound of his soft chuckle brought her back to reality a few minutes later. She turned her head to see him lying on his side, his head in his hand, smiling at her. "What?" she asked. "That was completely unexpected." "Yeah," she agreed, thinking this wasn't the outcome she had envisioned when she agreed to meet him. And especially not after she first saw him. "Regrets?" "Don't ask me that right now. I'm barely here." "Good. Thought it was just me. What do ya say we hop in the shower, go watch some TV, grab some dinner somewhere, come back here and do it all again?" "Think you can repeat that?" He took a deep breath. "What do ya say we hop in the -" "Oh shush! That wasn't what I meant and you know it." He chuckled. "No. Might come close to a repeat performance, but... Nope, I ain't that good. Sorry." "Well, I might just have to keep you around anyway." "Are you sure? I mean.. I am a baby, after all." "Shut up. Now, help me up, I don't think I can move." "Ah, now it's all making sense. You just want me around to carry you from room to room. Hell, baby, my pleasure!" He crawled over her to the edge of the bed, then lifted her in his arms once he was standing. He then carried her across the hall to the bathroom. She had no idea if he'd be around for a week, a month, a year... it didn't matter. As the water splashed down over them, she decided that she didn't care what anyone else thought... thirty-five or sixty-five, he made her feel good about being her, and that was what was important. Lunch Date Note from the author: This story is for my friend Mal, who put it into my head. I hope he likes it. "Is there anything else I can get you, miss?" the waiter said, leaning over Elenia. He was smiling at her and attempting to look down her dress at the same time and making no secret about it. Then again, she supposed she couldn't blame him. She was wearing a brightly-colored sundress, with spaghetti straps and an appreciably low neckline. The dress reached her mid-thighs, and showed off long, tanned legs. It was shorter than she usually wore, but it was what *he* had instructed her to wear, after purchasing it for her. Him. She shivered, thinking of the past weekend spent with him. His name was James and he was an Englishman whom she had met on the Internet a while ago. She had confessed that she had an enormous attraction to Englishmen, and the accents particularly made her knees weak. They had been e-mail friends for a year, exchanging friendly banter, as well as many of their fantasies, when she had come into an unexpected windfall and finally been able to visit. He had helped make all the arrangements, and insisted she spend time with him. She had arrived Friday night, and the weekend had been spent at a hotel in sheer bliss. She squirmed as she thought of his lazy dark eyes as he lay in the bed next to her, or the long hours spent making love, his husky voice in her ear, so sweetly accented, his teeth against her soft skin. One thing was for sure, she had never been romanced like that by any American man. Today when he had awoken, he had rolled into her arms, and after kissing her deeply and suddenly, unexpectedly, slid his full length inside of her. He'd fucked her thoroughly, and then tucked her back into the bed, telling her to stay put and that he'd be back shortly. He'd come back in only half an hour, carrying the pretty sundress. "Wear this, I bought it for you. And there'll be a hansom cab here at 12 PM. I want you to go with him; he'll take you to a restaurant I know of. The waiter will seat you, and I'll be there shortly. Oh and...don't wear anything underneath the dress, all right?" She had nodded obediently – she seemed to be unable to refuse him anything - and after he left, had showered and dressed exactly as he had said. She added a simple gold chain around her neck, sandals, and a gold anklet around her right ankle. She brushed out her hair and left it down, the way he had said he liked it, when he had wrapped it around his fist and pulled it last night during their lovemaking. Now it was 12:30, and she was sitting here at the restaurant waiting for him, nursing a glass of sangria. She came back to herself as she heard the waiter clear his throat. "Uh...no, nothing. Thank you. I'm waiting for someone." "Ah, late, is he? I'm so sorry." He started to move away, then stopped. "You know, if he doesn't show up, I get off work at 1 PM – I'd be glad to show you around. You're a tourist, right?" She opened her mouth, surprised and not sure what she was about to say, when she heard his voice. "Ah, there you are. I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long." She turned to look at him, and felt her heart flutter just a little. He was dressed as impeccably as always, slacks and a neat button-down. He was holding a sports coat, which was tossed casually over one shoulder, and she was possessed with the urge to smooth his hair out of his eyes. The waiter looked miffed, but simply said, "Ah, sir, please sit. Here is the menu, and I will be back in a few minutes to take your order." He slung his coat over the chair across from her, and then to her surprise and pleasure, slid into the booth seat right next to her. He slipped his arm around her, turned her chin to him with two fingers, and kissed her deeply and lovingly, enough to make her blush at being so wanton in public. Just as he pulled away from her, his hand brushed over her nipple, causing her to jump. "Stop it!" she whispered. He tossed her a devil-may-care grin, and keeping one arm around her, turned back to the menu. "I'll order for the both of us, all right, my dear?" That was another thing. Since she had gotten here he hadn't let her decide on a thing for herself. She was fairly independent, but she had to admit, it was nice being wined and dined and catered to...he was unceasingly attentive and had obviously paid close attention to her e-mails over the year as he always ordered things she liked. The gentle old-fashioned terms of endearment didn't hurt, either. "Of course, go right ahead. You know what I like." He lifted her glass and sniffed it. "Sangria, is it? I'll order another glass, or would you prefer a wine?" "Sangria, it's still the middle of the day and I don't drink much." He motioned the waiter back and ordered for the both of them. As he did so, his arm around her slipped to her shoulder, and with a quick movement, slipped the strap off her shoulder. It fell to the middle of her upper arm and he immediately moved his hand to cover it. The waiter's eyes shot to the bare shoulder, and she averted her eyes. She tried to lift the strap back up, but he was holding it firmly, and wouldn't let it out of his fingers. She was painfully aware that the beginning of the curve of her breast was exposed, and even if she hadn't been his fingers trailing against the exposed bit of skin would have dragged her attention back anyway. The waiter was mechanically writing the order down, but his eyes were on James' fingers, as they stroked the side of her breast. She jumped, and tried to catch his eyes, but he was obviously avoiding them. Finally he finished, and reluctantly the waiter left to put the order in. "What are you doing?" she said to him. "What I want. Do you have any objections?" and as he said this he slid his hand obscenely up her leg, stroking the inside of her thigh and pushing her skirt out of the way. Her hands flew to his hand, and he let the strap to her dress drop. She tried to push it back up, but he wouldn't let her, and his right hand continued inexorably up the inside of her thigh. "Don't fight me, love. I don't intent to stop." "But...everyone's watching!" "Who's watching, dearest? No one cares. This is England, not your prudish America." She pouted, and then as his hand parted her thighs protested. "Stop! I mean it." He half withdrew his hand and looked at her with a shrewd look. "If you make me stop, I'm going to leave. Is that what you want?" Her mouth opened as she realized, no, she didn't want him to leave. She genuinely enjoyed his company and had missed him while he was gone this morning. He started to get up, and she caught his wrist. "No, don't go. I'm sorry. I really am." He smiled at her, and sat back down. The waiter came back with their appetizer, and a fresh glass of sangria for her and a glass of wine for him, and scuttled off again. She started placing the appetizer into their plates, but he stopped her. Instead, he removed the individual serving plate and pulled the entire tray in front of her. He picked up a napkin, and, shaking it out with gentlemanly grace, placed it across her lap. "You," he ordered, "feed both of us." Seeing he really meant it, she picked up the fork and stabbed it into the plate. As she held it out to him, his hand slid under the napkin and back up her thigh. He slipped his fingers under her thigh, and lifted it, then placed it over his own leg, thereby spreading her thighs. She was acutely aware that the dress had been pushed up to the very tops of her thighs now, the napkin laying directly against her bare skin. Underneath it she was completely exposed. As she placed the fork in his mouth, his fingers pressed against her mound of Venus, and she jolted. He simply smiled wickedly as he took the morsel off the fork with his teeth and began to stroke her skin, lightly. She was shaved bare and his every touch was arousing. He shifted his hand and ran his thumb along her slit. Intense desire, already awoken, flamed up in the pit of her stomach and she couldn't hold back a tiny moan. She once again brought the fork to his mouth, but he shook his head. "Your turn, love." He watched her closely, and, just as she placed the bite in her mouth, let the tip of his middle finger penetrate her. She was warm and moist and wet, and he smiled knowingly as she gasped. He began sliding his finger up and down along her slit, spreading her wetness and lewdly stroking her. His fingers brought her juices to her clitoris, and stroked it, causing her to almost drop the fork. She looked at him pleadingly but there was no mercy in his amused gaze. He continued the maddening, slow caresses as she fed the both of them. More than once her lust overcame her pride and she arched her back, rubbing against his fingers. Her sex ached already, and she wasn't sure if the appetizer took 60 seconds or 60 minutes to finish. Finally it was gone. As the waiter rushed over, she looked at him, expecting him to remove his fingers. Instead, he smiled wickedly. The waiter quickly removed the old plates and laid down their main meal. He fussily rearranged the table décor, refilled their glasses, and turned to James. "Anything else I can get you?" In the silence immediately following his question, James penetrated her fully, driving two fingers into her roughly. She inhaled sharply, gripped the edge of the table, and turned bright red, for the sound had been only two obvious. James looked up at the waiter, who was grinning from ear to ear. "No, that will be sufficient. Thank you." She noticed through her embarrassment that he had ordered a combination platter, and knew he meant for her to feed them again. Without hesitating this time, she shook her hair over her face, and drew the plate nearby. As she began to cut the meat, he began to move his fingers inside of her. Occasionally he would flick her clit with his thumb, eliciting another tiny moan. She was doing her best to remain quiet, but his talented fingers were driving her insane. She could hear the noises his hand was making. To make matters worse, his actions were slowly bringing her up to the brink of an orgasm. She shook her head at him, but he ignored her, and continued moving against her. She finally just laid the fork down and concentrated on her plate. Closer...closer...her breath came in short little gasps as the ball of his thumb stroked her clit. She gripped the edge of the table again, hoping to be able to hide it, and then...he stopped. She could have cried with frustration. She looked at him, pleadingly, begging something different now, begging for him to continue but he just shook his head. "I'm still hungry, Elenia." She looked at him, shocked that he would expect her to continue feeding him, but he obstinately refused to do anything else but wait. Finally she picked up the fork and brought it to his mouth again. After a minute, his hand started working again. She was completely slippery snow, and her nipples were hard and pressing against the fabric. She felt as though everyone in the restaurant were watching them. The waiter came over to refill their glasses. James' fingers were embedded to the hilt now, and he didn't stop moving them even while he filled them. The waiter left them again, and suddenly he flicked his nail across her clit, bringing her over the edge. Her fork clattered to the table and she bit her lip, hard, but a moan escaped her all the same as she came in his arms. Her body spasmed, and she could feel the flush reaching her cheeks. She closed her eyes, trying desperately to remain silent, but she couldn't hide her heavy breathing and her shivers. She opened her eyes and inhaled deeply as she saw the waiter standing over their table again. By the look on his face, he had obviously been there for the whole thing. "I brought you a new fork, miss," he said, grinning. "Can I get you anything else?" She realized her fork had fallen to the ground, and he had replaced it. James nudged her, indicating she was to answer. "N-no, that'll be fine. Thank you," she said, remembering her manners. The waiter smiled again, and incredibly, winked at her, before walking away. She turned to James, accusingly. "How could you? I've never been so embarrassed." "Ah, but you enjoyed it." "I did not!" she whispered, in denial of the evidence. "Didn't you?" he said, withdrawing his fingers from her. They were quite wet, and as she watched, he brought them to his mouth and pressed them against her mouth. Shocked once again, she let her mouth fall open as he slipped them inside...she tasted herself on his hand and was surprised to find she was aroused and hungry for him. He slid them back out and caressed her lips before wiping his hand on the napkin. "Are you done eating, my dear?" She nodded, wordlessly. "Are you sure you don't want dessert?" She shook her head vigorously, having trouble concentrating. "Then...I shall meet you back in the hotel room." He withdrew his wallet, and left his credit card on the table. "Just sign for me, would you? They won't mind. Hurry back. And...don't wipe yourself clean." He was gone in a moment, the sports coat once again slung carelessly over his shoulder, not looking back. She leaned helplessly back in the seat, feeling the stickiness between her thighs. She didn't think she'd be able to get up just yet anyway, as her legs felt shaky and weak. The waiter rushed back over, and picked up the credit cared. "Nothing else for the lady?" She focused on him, realizing it was a quarter to 2. "I thought you were leaving at 1 PM?" "I was, Miss...but I decided to stay for the entertainment." As she blushed scarlet once again, he made his way off with the check. And her thoughts turned to a long afternoon, and of him waiting for her, and a lazy day spent making love. She was so glad she had finally been able to come to England. Lunch Date She had met him in a coffeehouse in New York while trying to balance a plate of fruit, another plate with a sandwich, and a large mocha. The steam from the food had been dripping down her arm, warm and gooey. It had blown in her face and had made her all flushed and warm. Suddenly the sandwich plate had been taken out of her hand and the cool air stroked her face, causing her to shiver. She looked up and saw him standing there, just looking at her. "Thanks," she said breathlessly as she tried to recover and look him over as well. He had brown hair, intense eyes and a smile that smelled of sexiness and boyishness at once. He moved over to a table where he silently placed her plate. He pulled out a chair and sat down, stretching out his jean-clad legs. He turned his head and gave his attention to the people outside. She tenderly put down her fruit and _mocha on the table and sat down across from him. He looked over at her and flicked his fingers to indicate that she was supposed to sit next to him. She complied, not knowing why, and could smell his scent. He smelled of sunlight, sweat, and a masculine woodsy scent that she couldn't fathom in the city. He continued to look at her and insisted she eat her lunch. She felt self conscious while eating but enjoyed the feel of him next to her. "Close your eyes, enjoy your food." She did so. Wait a minute, she thought as cool air contacted her legs where the feel of her long silk skirt used to be. She started to open her eyes but was stopped by a hand over her eyes. She felt the air warm as he leaned over close to her ear. "Don't," he said. Simply "Don't." But she knew what he meant in that one word. Don't open your eyes, he meant. Don't protest, just relax, sit back, enjoy. She centered her attention onto that bit of her body where the air kissed her skin. The skirt moved to her knees and stopped. She held her breath in anticipation. A warm large hand traced her ankle. It moved lightly up her leg where it stopped at the knee to explore the contours of the flesh and bone. It continued up, touching the lower thigh, then the upper. She let out a little air in a small gasp as she felt her panties getting really wet. The hand moved upwards and touched the fabric of the panties. It moved slowly to the inner bottom of the panties, lightly brushing knuckles across her pussy. The hand withdrew and she immediately felt disappointment. Was that it? She wondered... No. The hand came up and stopped under her nose. She breathed in her scent. The scent filled her senses and she thought about what his cum smelled like. It would be similar but different as well. Unique to him, as a man. The hand moved down and traced her lips. "Lick," he commanded out of the darkness. She touched his fingers lightly with her tongue. She tasted herself, but she tasted him as well. She moaned softly at the flavors. She couldn't get enough of him. She nibbled at his finger, wanting something else instead. She took a little bit of skin between her teeth, pulling and licking it. He withdrew his finger from her wet, warm, mouth. The finger came back with a hard dark blueberry. It slid across her moist lips with the bittersweet taste. When she tried to place it into her mouth, he withdrew it. She could feel his hand moving up her leg again and into her panties. There he moved the blueberry against her pussy and around the edges of her clit. Tracing the folds and bumps of her very wet pussy. At the entrance of her pussy he circled the blueberry again. Around and around, he traced till he finally placed his finger and the blueberry into the warm, very wet pussy. He kept his finger there, not moving. She moaned again and pushed her head against the top of her chair. He withdrew his finger and moved over the folds of her pussy again. At the top side of her clit he pushed down slightly and moved his finger in a circular motion. The streaks of passion mounted through her body with each circle. She begged and pleaded. Moved her body with the motion of his hand, but only in her mind. Outwards she sat still, with her hands clutching the bottom of the chair. One last stroke, she thought and exploded into the orgasm. She sighed softly and slumped against her seat in total relaxation. She felt his finger move into her soaking pussy and retrieve the equally soaking blueberry. She opened her eyes and stared into his. He brought the blueberry up to his mouth, paused for a moment and smiled at her with satisfaction and then closed his mouth around the blueberry. As he devoured the blueberry, he moaned softly with pleasure. She felt herself getting aroused all over again as she imagined the taste of her juice combined with the blueberry. She glanced down and saw that her legs were uncovered up to her thighs. She moved the skirt down again where it lightly hit her ankles, moving like his fingers against her skin. When she looked up again, he was gone. She did not even know his name. Lunch Date I rolled down my windows to let in the breeze and smiled to myself. It was a beautiful day. The heat finally broke with the rains last night and the sky was crystal clear. Turning up the radio a notch I relaxed to "Hard to Handle" on the radio and caught myself singing along. It's amazing how being done for the day at noon can give a girl an attitude adjustment. I was nearly to your office so I pulled over to a gas station. Slipping into the bathroom, I combed my hair, straightened my sundress, and removed my panties - tucking them into my purse. Pulling out my small egg vibe, I tied on the harness so it sat snugly against my clit. I refreshed my lipstick and headed out again. I couldn't help singing to myself as I drove to your office. It had been a little while since we had seen one another and I had missed you terribly. Your smile, you gentleness...just you. I was excited just to see you and share my week with you. Arriving at the office building, I stride in and chat with the boisterous secretary up front. She gives me the once over then smiles at me before calling you to let you know I have arrived. We chat a little as you bustle about handing off tasks you won't get to today. She tells me about how you have been fattening up all the staff and confides that no matter what the others say...she really likes you. I laugh and give her a wink, confiding that so do I. You arrive like a specter and give me a bear hug, wrapping your arms around me and engulfing me. I can tell you have missed me and I squirm out of your grasp. The secretary looks away, embarrassed, and I see you flash her a grin. You take my by the arm and lead me to your office and I take a seat across from your desk. "I'm so glad you were able to stop out," you say, as you take your seat behind the desk. Whispering you coo, "Have you been a good girl?" I feel a soft vibration begin between my thighs and I smile. I cross my legs, squeezing them together and say, "I have tried". We chat a little about our jobs and you can tell your little remote still works as I squirm a little in my seat. I am starting to flush and you can see the outline of my nipples through the light fabric of my sundress. The slight arousal I felt in your presence intensifies with every moment I have a vibrator dancing between my thighs. You get up and close the door. "Show it to me," you say softly. "Yes, sir." I stand to comply, lifting my skirt. My thighs are bared as I slide the hem of my skirt up, enjoying the sensation of the fabric against my skin. I pull the skirt up enough that you can see my neatly groomed sex and the small harness holding the vibe against my clit. You lean in close and breathe deeply, caressing my thighs softly. You can feel me tremble at your touch and I give a soft moan at the contact. The vibrations immediately cease and their lack is tangible. My hands drop the hem of my skirt as you chastise me for making a sound the staff might hear. I apologize profusely and you calmly tell me we are done here for the moment. Its time to head for lunch. I hear an odd noise coming from behind your desk but before I have a chance to ask about it, you have me by the elbow and are guiding me out. You lead me back to the main entrance and I wave goodbye to the secretary. I am sure she can tell what's going on by the way I am breathing and the pink flush that covers my face. Taking me by the arm, you guide me to your car and open the door. I sit down and you quietly bind my hands and feet with leather cuffs. As you walk around the car, I press the hard leather against the egg and grind my hips. When I hear your door opening, I lay my hands back on my lap demurely and wait patiently for whatever may come next. You make sure I have my seatbelt fastened and start the car. Warm, winding music plays from the cd player as you drive. You reach over and caress my thigh as we drive and talk. We have a half hour drive before we reach our destination so you slide the skirt up to caress my sex. Your fingers find me soaking wet and incredibly aroused. You push my seat back so I am reclining and move my hands behind the headrest. You continue to talk casually as you push the vibe aside and slide your fingers into me. You have me panting and grinding, begging for more. Begging to taste you. Begging to fuck you. You just laugh and push the sundress off my breasts to reveal my lacy bra. A quick flick of your fingers and the front clasp is undone. You are pulling and twisting my nipples as you share a story about your co-workers and something funny your neighbor said. I am almost in tears, my desire is so strong. I cry out occasionally at the rough touches but they just intensify the moisture between my thighs. "Please, sir. Please. I didn't mean to cry out earlier. Please, may I taste you before lunch? I would much rather devour you than any item on the menu." You relent and smile. Pulling over, you come around to my side of the car and remove my wrists from behind the headrest. You unclasp my hands and move my arms behind my back. You re-bind me in this way, push the vibe back between my thighs and walk back around to your side of the car. Undoing your belt and unzipping your fly takes you a moment. You pull out your semi-hard cock for me and pull me across you so my face is in your lap. You take hold of my arms and tug on them to put tension on my shoulders as I greedily take your cock into my mouth. My lips and tongue toy with the tip and you can hear the wet smacking noises as I slide all the way down on you. After a few moments, you release my arms and say, "good girl". I feel my vibe come back on and you pull back out on the road. Your hand caresses my head and hair as you drive, sometimes burying your cock in my throat. I moan against your cock as the vibe brings me closer and closer to climax. Your hand moves from my hair to my back, down to my breasts and then down to my ass. You pull me closer to you and slide a finger into my slick sex, working in and out of me excruciatingly slowly. Panting, grinding, sucking on you... My moans become louder and you withdraw your hand, turning off the vibe. "Do you have something to ask me, sweets?" you say with a smile in your voice. I moan "mmmhmm" against your cock but I continue to suck you enthusiastically as we drive along. "Go ahead, then." I remove my mouth from your slick shaft and whisper, "Sir, I would like to come. Please let me come. I want to come with your fingers inside me and I want to feel you come in my mouth. Please, sir?" The vibe comes back on and you grab hold of my head roughly, burying your cock in my throat. "Yes, little one. Yes." You slide two fingers into me and you pull off to the side of the road. Putting the car in park, you recline your seat back and push me down harder and faster on your cock. I am doing everything I can to intensify the level of suction and when you push your fingers into me again, I explode. I climax against your hand and the vibe, my moans vibrating your shaft as it slides against the back of my throat. You take hold of my hair with both your hands and work me up and down on you, moaning. Your whole body tenses as you climax, my mouth working on you...tasting you. We lay like that a few moments, entwined. I plant a few soft kisses on your thighs and stomach. You reach down and tenderly draw me against you, kissing my temple. You reach down and tidy yourself up then come around the car. Opening the door, you unbind my hands and ankles then straighten my skirt. You pull me to my feet and hold me tenderly, kissing my mouth. "We're late for lunch," you tell me and we are on our way again...talking warmly as if this were an every day occurrence. Lunch Date She'd never done anything like this before. The fact that she was sitting here now, with this man, in this place, was completely out of character for her. She knew it was taboo. Maybe that's why it held so much appeal. The plate in front of her was nearly untouched. She'd been pushing the food around her plate while her belly fluttered and flipped. Through lowered lashes, she peeked across the table at him. He looked completely at ease. Damn the man. Since she loved looking at him, she continued her covert study. One arm was tossed casually across the back of the booth. The other hand was toying idly with his drink, spinning the glass in wet little circles. He was wearing a simple t-shirt and jeans, but lord did he wear them well. His hair was spiked up into a mohawk again today. She never imagined that she'd be drooling over a man with a mohawk. But here she was, in the middle of TGI Friday's, hot and bothered by her very own rock star. He must have caught her watching, because a slow smile spread across his kissable lips. "'Cuse me," he murmured and slid out of the booth with a wink. She watched him watch to the back of the restaurant. She welcomed the reprieve, and took the opportunity to talk several gulping breaths. She wiped clammy hands on her skirt and tried to talk herself down from near hyperventilation. It was just lunch. Just a meal. In public. With a man who wasn't her husband. With a man that made her quiver just by being near. She didn't notice his return. He startled her by slipping onto the bench next to her. "Scoot over." He whispered it., his lips next to her ear. She shivered and scooted. He pressed close to her, despite the room she'd just made for him. He turned just a bit, so he could watch her. His dreamy blue eyes locked on hers. She swallowed, determined to play it cool, and forced a smile. Under the table, his hand found her thigh. Her breath caught, but she maintained her smile. His fingers stroked down, to the hem of her skirt. She continued to smile. A little current scrambled over her skin as his palm met naked flesh. He stroked down to her knee, warm steady fingers wreaking havoc on her system. When his touch started back up her thigh, she felt her smile falter. Oh, god, this felt good. His fingers were under her skirt now, working up her leg in maddening, teasing circles. He leaned in close, his lips against her ear again. "Spread your legs for me." She shivered, a full body response to his demand. She opened her thighs. His roaming fingers climbed higher. It was becoming incredibly hard not to squirm. He ran his fingers over her panties. A deliberate, calculated touch designed to make her whimper. She bit her lip and moaned just a teeny bit. "Jeff.... We're in the middle of a restaurant," she whispered. He smiled, nodded, continued to tease her under the table. His fingers continued to stroke her through her panties. The fabric was wet, there was no way she could tell him she didn't like it. His finger found the edge of her panties. He lowered his mouth to her shoulder, bit her just as his finger pressed inside her. She gasped, she couldn't help it. It was all she could do to stay seated. She felt him smile against her skin and he bit her again. It was just the barest scrape of teeth, followed by a sweet, soothing kiss. But, lord, what it did to her. She lifted her hips into his touch – just a little. It was his turn to swallow a moan. His finger plunged deeper, moved in and out faster. She clenched the seat. If he kept this up, she'd be cumming on the pleather seats of one of America's favorite chains. The waiter appeared tableside to inquire as to whether they were enjoying their meal. Jeff answered; they were great. His finger never missed a beat. The waiter flashed a fake grin and buzzed off to check on his other tables. He withdrew his finger, tormenting her by running it over her skin but not touching any of the places she needed him to touch. She wiggled a little, trying to arch into his touch. She met his eyes; let him see the hunger he'd built. He moved his hand completely. "I need to kiss you, taste you." His words were low, rough. The arousal in his voice ratcheted hers up another level. She nodded. His fingers laced through hers. He gave them a brief squeeze before tugging her out of the booth. He guided her around the maze of tables to the back of the restaurant. He pushed open the door to the men's room, tossing her a wicked smile over his shoulder. She balked. She couldn't go in there with him! If she followed him in, she knew exactly what would happen. And then this lunch, in a public place, with a man who isn't her husband, would turn into something else entirely. He stood, waiting for her decision. His hand was warm and steady on hers, his bedroom blue eyes patient. This is what she wanted. If she was honest with herself, she came today knowing that it wouldn't be an innocent lunch. She squared her shoulders, flashed him a smile, and let him pull her the rest of the way in. He flipped the lock on the door behind her. Without releasing her hand, he backed her to the door, pressing up against her. His free hand went to her face, traced her cheek. His fingers moved to her hair, pushing through the curls. Burying his face at her neck, he murmured, "I really do like your hair this way." He pressed a kiss to her throat. Then her ear, her temple, her cheek. "I've wanted to do this for so long." Then his lips were on hers. He made a sound of pure pleasure. It was carnal and raw and it went straight to her core. She melted against him. His mouth was unbelievable, so soft and hot and wicked. Needing so much more, she tugged her hand from his to slide it under his shirt. She ran her hands over his bare back, then down to dip into the waistband of his jeans. Again, he moaned. He took the kiss deeper. His hands moved to grip her hips and he yanked her to him aligned her center to his. And he was hard. His erection strained against his jeans, she could feel the heat of it through her skirt. He broke the kiss, dropping his forehead to hers while he sucked in breath. "You're killing me here." He kissed a path back down her face; forehead, temple, cheeks, lips... He lingered on her mouth just a moment longer before continuing. Jaw, throat, shoulder. Again, he lingered, nibbling on the curve of her shoulder. Then, much to her horror and delight, he kept going. He kissed her collar bones. And then her chest. He rucked up her shirt to plant open mouthed kisses on her breasts. He looked up at her, watching her response as he scraped his teeth over her nipple through her bra. She gasped. He grinned before closing his mouth over her and sucking. She nearly came undone. And then his journey continued. He was on his knees now, pressing kisses over her belly, her hips. He pushed her skirt up, slipping her panties down. He kissed up her thigh, driving her mad by drawing a line across her skin with just the tip of his tongue. This time she spread her legs without his order. She looked down at him, her rock star with spiked radical hair and soft bedroom eyes. He was looking at her with something near reverence. Then he leaned in and kissed her. He kissed here there. He was merciless. There were no more tender, persuasive, slow kisses. His tongue stroked over her, pushed inside her. She nearly climbed the wall. He lifted one of her legs, hooking it over his shoulder, so he could gain better access. Two fingers pushed into her while his lips and tongue focused on her clit. Her breath left her. Her heart was going to either stop all together or explode. And it was utter bliss. He took her to the peak fast and hard, not giving her any chance of drawing it out. The hot, sharp coil of release twisted in her gut. She whimpered his name, pleaded. He sucked on her, plunged his fingers deeper. And she shattered. Arching hard off the door, into his mouth, she shuddered and quaked and trembled until she thought the orgasm was going to kill her. Pressing one last kiss to her core, he looked up at her. Those blue eyes watched her as he pulled her panties back up. He stood, pulling her into him, stroking a hand over her hair. When she stopped trembling he placed a finger under her chin, lifting her mouth to his. The kiss was gentle and sweet and a little erotic with the flavor of her still on his lips. Gathering her close again, he nuzzled his way back into the hair at her neck. "You up for dessert," he asked. Lunch Date She sat at her desk staring at the clock on the telephone. She could not stop thinking about the email he sent her. "Come to my desk at lunch....Everyone else left for the restaurant. No one is around." And the last brief sentence triggered another anxious wave of need, "Take off your panties." She quickly hit the Lunch Out tab on the digital timecard when the clock on the telephone displayed 12:00 PM. She turned her chair to block the view of the ladies walking past her cubicle on their way to the parking lot. Then, still sitting, she reached up under her mid-thigh length, snug-fitting skirt and rolled her thong down her legs. As she stood up from the chair, the material of her skirt brushed softly against her skin. She thought about his email again and then she felt a sudden wet trickle slide out of her aching pussy down her thighs. She walked unsteadily out of her cubicle to the double doors that led to the stairs up to the main floor, oozing juice all the way. She wanted him to fill her aching hole, but they were in an office building with cameras mounted in every corner and at every doorway. Some of the cameras caught her journey to the Claims Department on the first floor, but she did not care--no one was monitoring them over the noon hour. But someone would review the recordings at 1:30, after lunch. She had to hurry. He was waiting for her. He was waiting for her in his cubicle. His cubicle walls were much higher than hers. Standing in her cubicle, she could be seen from the waist up; standing in his cubicle, people would have to walk through the door opening to know whethe or not anyone was inside. As soon as she appeared in the door opening, he stood up. She looked around her to be sure no one was close, and then she walked inside. Everyone was at lunch, so they had the entire level to themselves, at least for the moment. When he stood, she again admired his toned body through his Dockers dress pants and Ralph Lauren polo. He had lost the use of one arm in a motorcycle accident a few years before, but he was still an extremely attractive man. She never really noticed the special sling he wore for that arm anymore. She only noticed his hard penis stretching to break free from behind the material of his pants. As she stared at it, more juice sluced from her swollen pussy. She had never gotten wet for a man before. NEVER! She was not a virgin, but no one had ever made her pussy juice up as this man and his emails did. He stared at her for a moment and then he told her to sit in his chair. As she moved to the chair, he began to stroke his hard member through his pants. Her eyes were fastened to the action. She pulled her skirt up to her waist before she sat in his chair, purposely moving her legs in a way to make him notice the pussy juice rolling down her inner thighs. At the sight, he unzipped his pants and his dick popped out, quivering and oozing precum already. He moved closer to her as she sat forward eagerly in the chair. She unfastened the buttons of her dress shirt and pulled her tits out of her bra. He inhaled involuntarily and grunted as he tried to catch his breath--he loved the sight her her toasted-brown tits, the sight of her darker nipples which were hard and protruding at the moment. He loved her chocolate brown skin, loved even more the sight of his dick white between her ebony tits. But time was ticking away. He reached his hand behind her head and she reached for his dick with one hand. Her other hand, he noticed, was gently massaging her own clitoris, sometimes dipping between her pussy lips into her wet cunt for lubrication. As he watched with anticipation, she opened her mouth and moved her tongue around his cockhead a few times before taking his dick in her mouth. It was ectasy! He loved the feeling of her lips wrapped around his cock! He panted slightly as she worked his dick in and out of her mouth, tightening just a bit as a pussy would. She was moaning softly as she sucked him and jerked his cock. He was enjoying it. She was enjoying his pleasure and she began to ooze more cunt juice. His chair was soaking up her moisture and she was soon sitting in a growing wet spot. He could see the wet chair between her legs as he watched her work her clit. His eyes went back to her mouth encircling his cock just as his hand went to her tits. He held one tit, squeezing it as he hitched his hips forward every so often as he was sucked off. He suddenly heard a squelching noise. He looked and saw that she was sticking her fingers into her cunt. Yes, she needed something to fill her hole, but they had only a little more time before the first few people returned from lunch--not everyone took an hour to eat. He was enjoying the sensation of her mouth on his cock, but he was getting close to cumming. "Where do you want it?" he asked her. She looked up at him without removing her mouth from his hard, smooth cock. She wanted him to shoot his nut juice on her tits, but they were still in the office. So she deliberately held his eye while she sucked on his dick, letting him know that she would swallow his load. "In your mouth? I'll nut off in your mouth!" He grabbed her at the base of her neck and began jacking his hips forward, not vigorously but not slowly, either. Each thrust of his hips sent his cock deep into her mouth, almost down her throat. She relaxed her mouth and neck a bit and his smooth cock DID slide further down her throat. She loved it! She released his cock and grabbed her own tits instead, one hand slick with her cunt juice. She alternated between her tits and her pussy, rubbing her nipples and then fucking herself with her fingers. As he listened to her fingers squish inside her dripping hole, he could not stop himself from cumming. His nut juice squeezed up from his tight balls and slid up his penis. He fucked her mouth a little faster knowing he needed to cum. One, two, three, four thrusts and he was cumming. But neither of them anticipated the size of the load. He shot and shot into her mouth. She swallowed and then felt more cum jetting between her lips. She lost her suction on his cock and his cock popped out of her mouth still spraying hot, white cum. He took his spurting dick in his hand and jerked himself. "I'm still cumming!" he cried softly. "I'm still cumming, uhn!" She leaned forward to take the tip of his cock in her mouth but instead settled to open her mouth as wide as she could while he shot his load in and around her mouth, all over her face and on her tits. She was still fucking herself with her fingers. Just hearing the squishing of her hand in her pussy made him cum more. He jacked his hard shaft and watched his cum land on her brown skin. Finally his dick stopped spraying but it still jumped and throbbed. No one had ever made him cum like that. She took his dick in her mouth again and gently sucked him. He reached down to her leaking pussy and put his fingers in place of hers. He fucked her with his fingers while she sucked his softening dick. Her hips moved in the wet chair and lifted herself up slightly to roll her hips in motion with the movement of his hand. She wanted to cum. She wanted him to feel her juice slide over his fingers. She was coming to an orgasm. She knew the his cum was dripping down her face onto her chest and tits. The thought made her breath catch slightly. Then, she felt it. Her pussy clenched around his fingers and she jerked her hips forward quickly as she came. After she came, he softly thrummed her sensitive clit a few times. She cleaned her face as best she could, but she could still feel some of his cum drying on her face. Before she pulled her skirt down, she turned around and rubbed her ass cheeks back and forth across his stiffening cock. He was so close, all he had to do was bend her over further and stick his cock in her pussy. One quick fuck and he would cum again. But it was already 12:35 and he could hear people talking on their way back from the break room. She ran out of his cubicle after licking his cock a few times and sticking it back in his pants for him. He sat down at his desk fantasizing about their next "lunch date". She thought about the same thing as she ran to the bathroom to wash her face and tuck her tits back into her bra properly. Hmm...lunch date.... Lunch Date Disclaimer - Please read this! This story includes scenes of graphic non-consensual sex that some readers may find offensive. ~~~~ I was sitting at work on what seemed to be a normal Tuesday doing some minor planning for my wedding which was only a week away when I received an IM from this this guy I had been talking to on and off for several months. He asked that I meet him for lunch because we needed to talk. I met him at this pub downtown. We talked and had lunch and right as I was getting ready to leave he grabbed my arm and said "No, I won't let you do this." He took my hand and pulled me into the bathroom and pinned me on the wall. I pushed against him and tried to keep him from kissing me. I kept telling him it was wrong and we couldn't do anything. He pinched my nipple through my clothes hard enough I screamed. He slid my panties out from under my dress and stuffed them in my mouth and with his cheek against mine he whispered in my ear to not make a sound or he would show me what real pain was. My whole body stiffened in fear because we had never done anything before and I didn't know how serious he was. With me still pinned on the wall he slid a finger inside me and my body began quivering. He whispered again, "Oh yea. I love your tight wet pussy." He thrust another finger in, going deeper, "You like that don't you?" I tried to fight and push his fingers out, but he just pushed them in deeper and smiled. He was enjoying having me fight. All of a sudden he stopped and said he was going to make it where my fiancé would always know he had been inside me. He took out a small knife, carved an X into my upper arm, then took out a small bottle of cayenne pepper, poured it into his hand and rubbed it into the wound. This made me scream and fight harder until i was too exhausted to fight. He took the panties out of my mouth, picked me up, and carried me to the car, telling everyone I had too much to drink. The ride was very blurry and I was in and out of consciousness. I woke up in a room with the curtains blocking out all but small slivers of sun. I had cuffs on my wrists that were attached to chains just long enough to stand up. I was on a large bed with silk sheets, in a red lace nightie. I started fighting with the cuffs to try and get them off when he opened the door. He was in gym shorts and tennis shoes (no shirt) and was sweating like he had been working out. He came closer to me and pulled on the chain connected to my injured arm. I fell to my knees, my head hanging down and my arm on fire from the pepper. He lifted my face to look at him and said not to worry because he would take good care of me. "You will love me and serve me, won't you?" I didn't answer. He squeezed the wound and repeated the question. I screamed, "Yes!" He squeezed harder and yelled, "Yes WHAT!?!?" "Yes, master," I said with shame burning in my face. He smiled as he looked me over. I was chained, helpless, and at his mercy. He got on the bed behind me and rubbed my breast before pushing me over so I was on my hands and knees. He slid his dick inside me and moaned. He started slowly at first and gradually getting harder and faster until he was so deep I was screaming in pleasure. My muscles tightened around his dick and spasmed as I came. He pulled out and turned me around, grabbed my hair, and put his dick in my mouth. "Taste it! Taste what I do to you." I sucked all of my cum off of him and just when I thought he would stop he gripped my hair tighter and shoved his dick to the back of my throat and erupted. Exhausted, he laid me back on the bed and brushed my hair from my face. By then the cuffs were cutting into my skin and my wrists were red from the friction. "Can I trust you enough to take these off?" I nodded and he freed my hands. "Now stay here and rest. I'll expect another performance later." He left locking the door to the hallway. When I woke I could hear people downstairs like he was hosting a party. I went into the bathroom and started the shower to try and wash the pepper out of my arm. As I wet my hair I heard the door open. When I opened my eyes he was in front of me. He grabbed me by the throat and pinned me against the cold shower wall just where the water was running down my face and I couldn't see him. He took the rope from a robe hanging nearby and tied my hand over the shower head. I coughed and struggled to catch my breath between the grip of his hand and inhaling the hot water. He yelled at me that I hadn't gotten permission to shower and what if someone had noticed I was here. Suddenly he calmed and began rubbing my chest. "I don't have time to punish you right now." He finally released me and I fell to the shower floor. He walked into the bedroom to get the cuffs and chains. I grabbed the robe and ran to the hallway but didn't make it to the stairs before he grabbed me and dragged me back to the bed. He straddled me to put my cuffs back on and lock them back to the bed. I screamed for someone to help and that's when he taped my mouth. He kissed me through the tape. "I love you too much to let you ruin this," and returned to the party. Lunch Date She loved the way that he looked at her. It seemed as if he knew exactly what she looked like naked, and appreciated what he saw. It had been too long since any man had looked at her like he did, so she let herself enjoy it, knowing that nothing would ever come of it. On nights like tonight where she had got to see him, she often went home to a glass of wine and a nice little fantasy. It was a ritual she had come to enjoy very much over the few months since he had started shopping at her store. A ritual she had come to enjoy so much in fact she would start to get wet as soon as he walked through her doors. It was hard to look him in the face, share small talk, or to even breath normally when her thoughts went to whatever fantasy she had most recently had of him. Today had been hot as summer was in full swing and he had come in without a shirt on. "Do I need to put this on? Most places have that no shirt rule, I didn't see a sign." "No I don't serve food so you're okay. It's too hot out there to put it back on anyway." He had a broad chest and shoulders, tight solid abs, and arms that she could tell would have no problem tossing her around like a rag doll. After she told him he could keep his shirt on, she saw a few of the other women in the store give her thank you winks. He smiled at her, she almost came in her panties on the spot. He took his time browsing around, while she took her time memorizing every hard inch of him. Now, with the image of him firmly in her mind, she pulled the cork from her wine and headed into her bedroom. Once there she stood in front of the mirror and undressed. She didn't look bad for her age, she was still firm in all the right places. Her tummy wasn't as tight as it used to be, but, it was still flat, she turned and checked out her ass. Still a great ass, and her legs went on for days, actually she thought they were her best feature. Finishing her first glass, she poured another, and stretched out on the bed. She covered her tits with her hands, rubbing them in gentle circles up to her hardening nipples then back down and around again. Everytime she reached her nipples she would think of his mouth on her, she'd give them a slight squeeze, she could feel how wet she was already becoming. Slowly she moved a hand down to her pussy, she slid a finger over her mound, dipping a finger in just deep enough to wet it. Slick now she started to rub her clit, dipping down to wet herself a little more every few strokes, but never entering herself. She spent some time working herself up, rubbing her clit with one hand and playing with her tits with the other. She enjoyed teasing herself, thinking of him touching her instead. Eventually she started to slide her finger deeper, working herself even closer to orgasm, but as usually happened her own hands stopped being enough. Pausing long enough to take a sip of wine, she grabbed her vibrator. She was slick enough to slide it deep inside her, a moan of pleasure escaping her lips as she did. Closing her eyes she thought of him again, imagined him to be the one doing this to her. She could almost feel his lips on her body as she moved faster and harder. Her gasps were coming closer together, her orgasm was close all she needed as a little more. Burying the toy as deep inside her pussy as she could she held it there with one hand and started to rub her clit again with the other. She came hard, her pussy walls tightening around her toy, her clit becoming almost too sensitive to touch any more. Laying back and relaxing, all she could think of was how unsatisfying taking care of herself was. She was surprised when the next day he came in again. Again he was with out his shirt. Today instead of shopping around a little he came to the counter and started to talk to her. It wasn't until a few minutes later when the only other customer left, that she realized he'd been stalling for time. "Do you get a lunch or a break?" "I usually eat my sandwich here at the counter, I don't have anyone else to mind the till if I'm not here, but every now and then I'll step out for a quick bite." "Today should be one of those days." She was sure she wasn't hearing him right, this man was literally the man of her fantasy and he was asking her out for lunch. She realized that her mouth was hanging open, snapping it closed, she told him that today was one of those days. He was right behind her when she turned around from locking the front door. He reached a hand out, slid it around her hip, and drew her in close. Her hips met his and she was pleasantly surprised to feel him already hard. His other hand touched her face, moving it into her hair; he tilted her face up to his. His lips came close to hers but stopped just before kissing her. "Do you know I have no idea what you actually sell here." "What?" "I don't come in to shop, I come in to look at you." With that comment he claimed her lips with his. The kiss was almost possessive. Slow and passionate he kissed her, running his tongue over her lips until she opened them slightly, he plunged his tongue into her mouth. If he hadn't been holding her up, she might have melted into the floor, with the way he was kissing her all practical thoughts were rushing from her head. The heat between them continued to increase and he pulled her even closer, the hand that had been resting behind her head became a fist in her hair. She gasped which only caused him to deepen the kiss even further. Breathless now, "We can't do this." "Do you want to stop?" "No, not stop, just move. Back room....there, lets go.... there." He shocked her again when his hands grabbed her ass and he wrapped her legs around his hips. He carried her through the door, kissing her the whole way. Once the door closed he slammed her against it and using the door to hold her up, he tore her shirt off her body. His hands covered her tits, a low growl coming from his throat. His mouth closed over one hard nipple, he rasped his tongue across it, then he started to suck on it. He spent some time kissing, sucking,and licking first one side, then the other. His hands and lips covered her tits, working her into a frenzy. When he did stop it was to claim her lips again, but his hands never stopped caressing some part of her body. She was lifted again and carried to her desk, the items that had been on top of it hit the floor as her ass made contact with it's surface. He reached under her skirt and slid her panties off, kneeling in front of her, he trailed hot, wet, kisses starting from her knee, down her thigh. When he came to her pussy he reached out and flicked her clit with his tongue. The "oh" of pleasure that escaped her only encouraged him more. He buried his face in her pussy, moving his tongue in deep, slow strokes in and out of her, pausing only to suck on her clit every few moments. She couldn't help it when she speared her hands through his hair to pull him closer. Just as she was going a little insane from the pleasure of what he was already doing, she felt him slide a finger inside her. This time when he pulled on her clit it was hard and fast. Now she was moving on his finger, grinding herself onto his face, and screaming as she came. He kissed her when he stood, she reached down and freed his cock from his pants. He was much larger than she was expecting, requiring her to use both hands as she stroked him. As hard as he had been, her touching him was only making him harder. She had the brief fear that he was going to hurt but she knew that she could handle all of him. She enjoyed the look on his face as she placed him near her entrance, the head of his cock just barely touching her. She was still so wet that she was using her juices to make stroking him much easier. He took her hands off of him and taking both of her wrists he held them behind her back with one of his hands. The other hand grabbed her hip and pulling her even closer to the edge of the desk, he entered her completely in one thrust. She could feel herself stretch around him, she had never taken any cock as big as his, she had never known that it could feel this good. She arched her back in pleasure and he took a nipple into his mouth as his moved out of her. Again, he thrust completely inside her, biting her nipple as he did, this time she screamed his name as she came. He gave her no pause as he started to move faster and deeper, eventually releasing her hands to grab both hips. What had started as slow and passionate was quickly turning frantic as they both moved closer to cumming. She had her arms wrapped around her his shoulders and was unrepentant when she dug her nails into his back as he made her orgasm again. He hadn't yet found his release, so with a wicked grin she pushed him away from her and knelt down in front of him. She took her time as she teased him by licking her taste off his huge cock. After many long minutes of licking and stroking him, she started to slide him into her mouth. She put just the tip of his cock in, then would take it out flick it with her tongue, putting slightly more back in her mouth the next time. When she got him to the point where he was touching the back of her throat, she wrapped a hand around the rest and started to suck harder on him. This was mostly to give her the chance to get used to the feel of him. She took him as deep as she could so that her mouth was resting where the first finger of her hand started. She began to remove one finger at a time until she had taken him fully down her throat. It was his turn to wrap his hands in her hair, he held her there for few minutes before he started to move. Now that she had taken him all,he didn't let her stop with any less. Remembering to breath was the hardest part as she relaxed and savored the taste of him. Even after fucking her like he had he lasted for a long while more. When he started to cum, he wrapped a hand in her hair and pulled her mouth all the way onto him, making her swallow every drop as he came down her throat. Pulling her to her feet he cupped her face in both his hands and gave her a long, sweet kiss. He helped to clean up the mess they had made, went to the place next door and bought her a new shirt, and wrote down his number as he left. After that first time she had a new sign made up letting her customers know that she would be closed for lunch everyday, and he became a very regular lunch date.