8 comments/ 42479 views/ 9 favorites His Dirty Girl By: Dinsmore A familiar theme and structure for me with I hope ample stroke and the ultimate romance. I tend to get on a theme, in this case two people not realizing that they were meant to be together and almost letting it slip away only to find each other again down the road. It's the old story of a couple of folks who spend time together, have fun, laugh and enjoy each other but aren't looking for anything beyond fun and good sex. Life and work get in the way and they part. It takes them each some time to realize how good they had it together. In my case, it's a "been there, done that" theme. It took me five years to find her again, convince her I was the real deal and then an arduous phase during which we explored the possibilities and came to the mutual realization that we were meant to spend the rest of our lives together. We've known each other for twenty-six years---been married for twenty-one. Caution! Anal sex! Nice guy...fun date...superb dancer...great in the sack. Jillian knew the score and had no problems with it. The first time she had met him she had shown more than a passing interest. He had flirted with her. On subsequent visits to her employer he'd made it a point to stop by her department even though they both knew his time could have been spent more profitably somewhere else. They had coffee together in the cafeteria. She'd made the first move, asking him if he wanted to join her for a drink after work. She knew he had a two hour drive home and was prepared to invite him to stay over at her place. She couldn't recall ever actually making the offer; they'd had a couple of drinks and talked about dinner. She'd indicated that she wanted to go home and change and suggested he follow her. They had never made it to dinner that first time. They'd been naked within a matter of minutes of arriving at her small rented cottage. He had a really nice cock. That first time had been all about lust and nothing more. Come to think about it, lust was really all it was ever about but their couplings had become more patient...interesting...exciting. He was a hot looking guy a few years her senior and she was hot in her own right. He had a nice car, good clothes and all the signs that said he had ample coin in his pocket. She wasn't looking for a husband; she'd had one of those for four years and doubted that she'd make that mistake again. She was looking for a decent looking, fun loving guy who knew how to show a girl a good time and didn't have a bunch of hang-ups. She was sure that he was looking for nothing more than a pretty girl with a nice body who liked to have fun and fuck and wasn't hinting at more. They seldom if ever talked on the phone. For several months during his weekly visit to her place of employment, he had ended up spending the night with her. They'd long since dispensed with the drinks before fucking. Typically, they'd go back to her place, fuck for a couple of hours, shower together and fuck some more, dress and go out. They'd have dinner and go dancing, returning to her humble abode by midnight and fuck until daybreak. Their relationship was low key, short on expectations and free of the head games so typical between most couples their age. It was good that he lived a couple of hours away and only spent one night a week with her. It kept things from getting complicated or even stale. Neither had ever suggested a weekend together. He'd never invited her to his home and she was just fine with that. She knew he wasn't married but he had been. Maybe he had a regular girl friend at home but it was not an issue as far as she was concerned. He loved her posed like this with her long, smooth legs pressed against her modest breasts and her fingers exploring her own bare little cunt. She was presenting for him...showing him her hairless little pucker...occasionally letting a slim finger stray there...venture inside the already well lubricated opening. She always wanted him there. Before him she had endured anal sex on a couple of occasions. With him she adored it...craved it. He was standing over her at the foot of the bed grinning, his muscled body glistening in the soft light, stroking his rock hard organ. The damn guy was always hard but her current pose seemed to make him even more so. They always had sex before they went to dinner and the third part of the trifecta was about to commence. It had become like a game between them; he loved to watch her...expected her to make herself cum with her talented fingers before the main event...her favorite event...the always amazing ass fuck. She'd already cum several times; he had done so twice, once in her young pussy and once in her mouth, not necessarily in that order. He was fully recovered now. Their game...she got to decide when...when she was ready...when she was sure he could not get any harder...bigger...now. "You know what I want, don't you?" she whispered. "Uh, huh." "Tell me what I want." "You want your sweet little ass fucked...deep...hard...long...feel me cum in your ass...your hot, tight, beautiful little ass." "Show me how much you love my ass." He would grasp her well turned legs and push them up in order to gain perfect access to her tight little hole and then he'd lick her there...fuck her there with his tongue. The intense stimulation following the long prelude always had the desired effect: she'd cum in a matter of seconds. And then, wordlessly, sill holding her legs up, pressing them back against her hard little titties he'd move forward and she'd feel it...his fat cock head...looking for it's entrance...another game...sometimes it would slip inside her slippery little slot. She'd giggle...he'd laugh...choosing to continue the game rather than using a hand to find the target. His arrow would slide along her perineum...testing...centering...pausing...repositioning slightly...and then the pressure as he sought access...the game...resisting...making him work for her forbidden treasure...one of his arms wrapped around her legs holding them back...a strong hand grabbing her wrist...then both wrists...trapping her so that she could not escape---not that she had any desire to do so. She would feel the muscle unwind...relent...accept the inevitable...and he was inside her. She loved the initial invasion...the exquisite feeling as his fat cock head slipped inside her canal...it was as if she could feel every millimeter of his organ...slowly advancing on her bowels...so dirty...so nasty...so forbidden...owning her in a way few women truly enjoyed or appreciated...impaling her...so damn full of cock! If she'd ever had any thought that they had any future---that there was any desire for or expectation of romance or more---she doubted that she would have acted as completely whorish as she did with him. It was, for her, the first time in her life she had ever engaged in a relationship that was just about fun and sex...great sex...delightfully nasty sex. Good girls didn't act like this...she was such a slut with this man! No emotional entanglements...no tedious head games...no hidden agendas. He got her off as no man ever had. He had clearly indicated that she was the best he had ever had...the hottest, nastiest, dirtiest little fuck toy he had ever enjoyed. Everything was just as it should be. He was stroking her deeply now...penetrating her hot little rectum to the hilt...his beautiful body...dripping now as a result of his physical efforts...his breathing was hoarse...rapid...his voice almost cracking as he whispered to her...told her how good her ass felt...what a hot little ass slut she was...how much he loved being inside her rear...his mouth and lips roaming over her...tender and then more forceful...little nips...love bites...nothing about love here...just damn good, hard, unbridled anal sex. Slamming into her now...she might cum again, might not. It didn't matter...he'd made her cum several times. It was all about the taking...the possession of her strong young form by a magnificent man...a magnificent fucker...a magnificent ass fucker. He was close...she was ready. "Fuck that ass, baby...cum for me now...fill me up...let me feel you cum, baby...you know I need your load deep in my ass." She was ready for him to cum now...releasing a hand she wormed it down between them...found his rock hard nuts...she loved his balls! So damn hard...smooth. She also knew he would not be able to resist once her soft fingers did their magic...it would only take a few seconds. The wordless game...sometimes he didn't want to cum yet...would grab her hand and deny her its target. Not this time...he was ready...a soft stroke on those big nuts and...and...yes! His hot juice bathing her walls...splashing inside her and then, sometimes, it was just enough...this time...she came with a scream---came with such intensity that she almost blacked out as he roared...roared like a lion informing the rest of the jungle that he had planted his seed deep inside his mate. Well, they weren't mates and in terms of seed planting, where he had planted his seed would do little to perpetuate the species. He would collapse on top of her, then roll her with him on his side well before his weight became unpleasant. Actually she loved the feeling of his body on top of her...confining her...asserting his maleness over her...safe...protected under his strong body. And there would be tenderness...always tenderness. He would hold her...nuzzle her...stroke her lithe body. They might doze off for a few minutes, then awaken, shower and depending on their mood go out or not. Sometimes the shower would reignite the passion---the animal lust---and they would fuck again. She had her own favorite position, on her front with her tight young ass slightly elevated with a pillow and her firm globes spread ever so slightly...exposing her bare little cunt...her tight little brown hole peaking out. He would straddle her with his knees on either side of her pert rump...finger her anus...slide his fat cock along between her legs...teasing her...the tip would touch her female lips...rub up and down her labia...testing...massaging her turgid little button...almost lulling her into a trance, and then...ever so slowly, find the entrance...work its way inside her...penetrate her...impale her...and then he would ride her like the hot little bitch in heat she had become with this man. His body would surround her, entrap her...protect her as his words of lust whispered in her ear excited her. She would begin to move with him, pulling him deeper inside...attempting to hold his beautiful cock at the depths of her lean body. His lips and tongue would explore her back and neck sending a chill through every fiber of her being. Sometimes his hands would reach under and find her small, hard breasts. The man knew how to excite a woman's breasts...never too rough...always just right. Sometimes he would cum so deep inside her; other times he would pull out and jerk his hot essence on her back and ass...she would giggle...she loved the way it felt. Other times he would leave her pussy and finish his deed in her other opening....that was okay too...more than okay. She loved to feel him cum in her rump...unlike anything else she had ever experienced...so nasty...so wonderfully dirty and nasty. His dirty girl...that's what she was...his dirty girl. No man had ever made her feel so delightfully craven and slutty...so much like a woman...a woman who loved cock...needed constant fucking...his special little private whore...only his. It had to end sometime...all good things do. He had told her matter-of-factly that he was to be promoted and would be moving up north...a thousand miles away...Boston. Not much chance that he'd be flying south once a week for a little ass fucking. He was a good looking man...confident, even cocky without being arrogant...fun to be with...made her laugh. He would certainly make some other little bitch laugh in Boston. She couldn't be the only girl in the world who, jaundiced after a string of bad relationships or even a bad marriage just wanted to have fun...dance...laugh...feel special...get laid. Who knows? Maybe he'd meet his "soul mate" in Boston and live happily ever after...have babies...move to the burbs. Maybe he'd come back someday for a visit, just for old times sake. Maybe he'd be married by then and his sweet little white bread wife wouldn't take it up the ass. She would...she'd fuck him...any time...any place...any way he wanted. Their last night together had been their most intense, most adventurous and completely uninhibited. No dinner or dancing was involved. They fucked continuously or at least every time he could get it up which with this particular man was more often than seemed humanly possible. She wondered if he'd taken something prior to their last night of debauchery together. Sleeping had not been involved, of that she was certain. They had parted the next morning as lovers...tenderly...as if there was something more than what it had been. He'd call her...drop her a note once he got settled in. She was missing him within seconds of watching him drive away in his fine automobile. She realized she had never had as much fun with any man---any person---as she had had with him. She had fleeting thoughts---visions---of what a life together with him might have looked like...a future. There was no future and she was not some naïve, simpering adolescent. There never could have been---never was supposed to be. She laughed to herself during the short drive to work when she accepted the fact that the lack of a future---or any semblance of longevity---was exactly why it had worked for them. Well, certainly it had worked perfectly for her and she'd never heard him complain. *** Mike, for his part was missing Jillian before he got to the Interstate. Thinking back over the past few months, he would miss her...she had made him laugh...she was a beautiful girl...trophy date...amazing fuck...excited him as no other woman ever had...loved to watch her dance. Somehow their first time together the rules had been wordlessly delineated. Both had former spouses and neither was looking for another. She was more fun than anyone he had ever dated---if their relationship could even be called dating. She was smart, witty, charming...hot...so damn hot...long, tight body...amazing in the sack...delightfully nasty and completely uninhibited. He had planned to break it off quickly---as soon as he saw the signs that she wanted more. He'd been down that road a couple of times since his divorce. But it didn't happen that way and they had kept seeing each other until life got in the way. With Jillian, the signs had just never come; she'd never intruded, suggested a weekend together...proposed she drive the two hours to see him. Not that he had anything to hide at home. His ex-wife was long gone. They both had careers so the financial split had been equitable. She wanted to move to take a promotion and really didn't want the house so he had bought out her "share". He didn't have a serious girl friend. There were a couple of women he occasionally went out with and fucked but after Jillian, they seemed so completely inadequate and both of them had begun dropping hints about a future. Hell, after a couple of weeks with Jillian he had stopped going out with or fucking other women. In comparison to Jillian none of the other women were as much fun or...so hot...so fucking amazing in the sack. He wondered if the thought of "taking the relationship to the next level" had ever crossed her mind. She'd never given any indication. Nor had he, even though the thought had crossed his mind occasionally...well, even frequently after he knew he was moving. What had he been thinking? It was for the best. How long could they have gone on spending the night together one night a week in a relationship---if you could even call it one---that was based almost exclusively on sex. Great sex...mind blowing sex...but some day there has to be more...women expect more. Hell, he would have expected more! It was for the best---better that it ended the way it did than to have dragged on too long and gotten ugly. He had waited over two weeks to call her. "The number you have called is no longer in service." He had written her a short letter. "Return to sender---left no forwarding address." He had called her employer, or at least spoken to someone there whom he had known well enough to ask about her. She had given her two week notice; no one seemed to know where she had gone. She was sorely missed; she had been very good at her job and certainly had gotten a better offer somewhere else. So that was it, he had mused. Gone...gone from his life. She had a common name. He remembered generally where she had been from---within a three state area---but nothing beyond that. He didn't recall that she had any close friends. So be it. That's life. He was getting laid occasionally in Boston. Nothing to compare to Jillian, of course. He was bouncing back and forth between two young women, one who was fun to go out with but not remotely fun in the bedroom, another who was a totally nasty little slut but bored him to tears in all other ways. Both were getting tedious and he'd soon have to move on. No matter. Boston had lots of good looking women. *** Jillian had been in her second job out of college when she had met Mike. It had been her desire to pursue a career and better herself that had ended her first marriage to a high school sweetheart. He was a sweet guy who would probably spend the rest of his life working at a small town Sears™. Hell, if he stayed there long enough he might even eventually get to the second to the top level---but never any farther. He loved the small town in which he had been born and raised, loved his high school buddies, loved his softball and bowling leagues and was willing to work just hard enough to hold down a decent job. They had sex but not often enough and it was never satisfying for her. He got off, rolled over, went to sleep and that was that. Jillian had wanted more; she finished up community college while holding down a meaningless blue collar job. She'd applied to and been accepted at the state university, receiving a modest scholarship which at least paid tuition and fees. Her ex had taken a transfer to the Sears™ in the state capital so that they could move there. She had tried to convince him to take some courses but he, a community college dropout, had not been interested. She had graduated with honors. Her husband was happy---because it meant that they could move back home to the dying little town dominated by a feed mill and a lumber mill where most of their high school classmates worked. She had received a couple of lucrative job offers but none in her field back home. He wanted to go back---she wanted to go forward. The divorce has been surprisingly civil. They hadn't had much in the way of assets and had quickly come to an agreement without animosity. He wanted to be with his high school buddies more than he wanted to be with her and that was that. No hard feelings and no anger. It was the best thing for both of them. Her first job out of college had been in the same town where she had attended the university. Her employer had allowed and even encouraged her to continue her education in her field. The next level in her career would involve being in charge of a department. Since she didn't yet have the tenure and experience to do so with her current employer, she accepted a position several states away with a smaller concern as a department head. She stayed in her second job for two years almost to the day. She had been noticed as a result of attending regional and national conferences in her field. She had written several very well received journal articles. There had been inquiries from several headhunters. Finally, a top company in her world came courting and put on a full court press. Combined with the fact that the only attachment she had to where she was living had been her weekly tryst with Mike which was now over, she accepted a much better position as far from her small town, mid-Atlantic roots as was possible---Ontario, California. His Dirty Girl You're on the floor, naked and waiting just as he instructed you to do. Where is he? Why has he left me alone? Finally, you hear the door click and creak open and your heart races preparing for all he will do to you again. It's dark, only a small fire from the corner lights the room, but you know he can easily see your pale body against the dark blanket. Without a word, he leans over you and gently rolls you to the side, so you are facing away from him; your pussy clenches and aches in desire. You feel his hand stroke your shoulder and his finger tips graze the tops of your breasts then cup the undersides. He's being nice again and you love it. When he begins to nip and lick the spot where your neck meets your shoulder, goose bumps spring to the surface of your skin and you can't hold back your moans. Your hips push back against him, seeking his cock, and your nipples pebble into hard little points. He slaps your ass; hard, almost too hard. It stings and hurts, but the electricity shoots through your body in an instant and you feel it surge all across your back, down your arms and between your legs. It hurts, but you want him to do it again. He reaches around with his hand between your legs. You arch your hips further towards him, wanting to feel some part of him, any part inside you. He slides just one finger in, it feels... it feels... oh it feels wet... perfect. He leans to your ear and utters his first words. "mmmh... my dirty little slut! Have you been playing with your pussy without me?" You moan and as he slides his finger up and down the length of your wet pussy. He grabs your arm. "Does my little slut like that?" he growls in your ear. His rough voice echoes in your ear and you clench your body in anticipation. "I said does my little slut like that?" he barks slapping your ass again. "Yes" you say, "yes yes!" He slaps it again and it angers you. You're not a slut, and you hate him for forcing you to say it, but you can't stand it anymore, you want his warmth, his strength and his cock inside you. "If I'm a slut then start fucking me like one," you shout in rebellion pushing your ass back at him again. "Oh no," he says "my little slut cums when I want her to." Your frustration burns, you can barely stand it. You need his cock inside you, in your mouth, in your pussy, oh... you want it, I'll even take in my ass, just give to me you scream inside. He flips you over onto your back again and before you know what he will do, he has tied one of your wrists with some kind of string. He grabs the other and ties them together and then pulls it above your head, you fight back, but it's too late, he's tide you. Your hands are bound above your head. As he leans over you tying you something you can't see, you look down between his legs and see his hard cock. It is only inches from your face. "That's right," you say "give it to me!" He leans back and rubs his cock rub against your nipples. "I'm gonna fuck your mouth my dirty little slut," he whispers. You smile, but he quickly pushes his cock past your lips and into my mouth. You love the velvety feel of his hard dick on your tongue, and you start licking and sucking it. You know he likes it because you feel him grabbing your shoulders. He grabs your head and starts thrusting into your mouth. You can barely take all of him in, but he just keeps fucking your mouth. His whole body is over you and you really feel his strength. You turn your body to the left, freeing your mouth from his cock. You start moving your body any way you can to relieve the intense ache. You think only one thought: I want to cum, I need to cum, oh please make me cum. You push your nipples around on his legs as he straddles you. The rough hair gives you some satisfaction. Then, suddenly as if he can read your mind he moves one of his legs in between yours. "Oh yes!" you say without realizing it. He knows you needed that. You start to hump your pussy against his knee. You are so wet at this point; it must surprise him. He grabs your head and slides his cock up to your face and you willing open your mouth to please him. You feel his cock tense and harden, he's about to cum. Your pussy is throbbing. If you could just thrust your clit a little bit harder with longer stroke on his leg you would be able to explode. He realizes this, and takes his whole body away from you: cock and all. You whimper. "Not yet," he says as you feel him grab both sides of your hips. He twists you over and bites your ass. You yelp in pain and surprise, but amazingly, your pussy gushes more wetness. Then as he licks and soothes the bite, he jerks you back and pulls your hips back towards him. You face is on the blanket and your hands are stretched outwards above your head, your ass and pussy are exposed to him. He reaches around and grabs your nipples, pinching and twisting them sharply. You love it and start to push your ass back against his chest. He leans back and you feel him moving ever further back where you want him to go; inside you, anywhere! His tongue rims your ass and you push back harder, wanting more. He growls and roughly pushes you forward, releasing the painful twist in the string that tie your wrists. "Up your knees, my dirty slut," he says as he grabs your hips pulling your pussy to the height he wants. With no more warning you feel his cock slide into you. His balls slap against you. His hands stroke up your back lightly, gently, then come around to your breasts and grab them roughly. Once he has his fingers clamped onto your nipples, he uses them as an anchor as he starts to slam into you as hard as he can. The pull and pinch on your nipples along with the harsh pounding your pussy is taking from him drives you over the edge. You start ramming your hips back against him to meet his thrusts. You twist your body to increase the pain in your nipples and wrists. Your pussy is just starting to contract on the first ripples of an orgasm when he lets go of one of your nipples, pulls back his hand, and slaps you hard on my ass. Your whole body contracts from the shock. Your orgasm flows through you like the sting of his slap and you start to scream. The tightening of your muscles around his cock starts to milk him and his pounding into you becomes a slamming. It's raw. Then he slows and you feel that beautiful cock attached to that man begin to pump into you. You love it. Your pussy just keeps milking him. You cum for longer than you've ever have before. He pinches your ass hard and yells something about fucking his dirty little slut, but you can hardly think. He's fucking you like a slut and you hate him for it, but you love being his dirty little slut. His Dirty Girl Jillian ended up getting another degree in night school which would improve her potential career advancement by augmenting her technical training with a business education. Work and school became her life. The dating scene had changed for the worse. There were real sickos out there of both sexes. Fatal diseases acquired via casual---particularly anal---sex were daily fare in the media. It was just as well; she didn't have time for a man or a relationship and was terrified of any sort of casual encounter. She thought about Mike on occasion but certainly didn't pine for him. On those occasions when she would endure a particularly tedious date or an even less frequent and completely unfulfilling sexual experience, his face, his body---and cock---would flash before her eyes. Any man you went to bed with brought his entire sexual history with him. Bisexuality---men who went both ways---was becoming alarmingly prevalent. Something about asking a man to produce a medical clearance form which indicated that he had no STDs before you fucked him took all the fun out of it. Hell, she had become so paranoid that if said medical form was older than a day and not by a lab that she knew was reliable... Condoms...she hated fucking condoms. Then there was Herpes---not fatal, but certainly for life. Married guys, gay guys, sadistic guys...fucked up guys...terrible dancers...boring guys...guys that didn't make her smile let alone laugh. Guys she worked with who just wanted a little close to home tail---she rejected those in no uncertain terms. As the word spread that you weren't going to get lucky with the long legged, well appointed blond with the piercing blue eyes who ran one of the major development projects in the whole fucking corporation, the lesbians came out of the wood work assuming that they had a chance. As Jillian laid in bed massaging her clit with her Magic Wand™ she lamented the fact that her new best friend and only sexual partner in almost a year and a half only had a six foot cord and had to be plugged into the wall. She had a rechargeable one but it neither lasted long enough nor provided enough action. How pathetic, she thought to herself. At thirty she had evolved from being cute, perky and hot to being pretty, even beautiful---stunning maybe---and even hotter. She had come to realize that marriage and the monogamy that comes with it might be her only salvation. Of course to get married, you had to date and go through all the crap associated with it. The nicest, most normal guy she knew was her boss and though she had no first hand knowledge, she was certain that he was good in the sack. He made her smile...made her laugh...had invited her to his house for dinner. She had met his wife and two beautiful children. Jillian and her boss's wife had quickly become fast friends---best friends---and you just don't try to bed down a man who is not only your boss but your best friend's husband. Not that her boss had ever shown any indication of being the kind of guy who fooled around with anyone---certainly not someone who worked for him. Hell, his wife had a smoldering sexuality that even put Jillian to shame; she had no doubt that Doug was kept well fucked at home. A conversation one weekend had virtually confirmed that fact. Jillian and Melanie were lounging together next to the custom pool at Doug's palatial home on a golf course. Doug had the kids at a local swim park. Kids...a fifty-thousand dollar custom pool at home and they wanted to go to a swim park with enough chlorine to gag a horse. Jillian broached the subject first. "Melanie, how did you and Doug meet?" "I had a career once---one I don't miss at all. I sold industrial products. Doug was a young manager for the company you both work for. He wasn't the buying influence I normally called on but one day I met him during a meeting. The company was contemplating a single source agreement and we were in fierce competition to win the business and my buyer wanted to kick the final decision up the ladder in case the users objected to the product changes. I impressed him---not with my tits and ass---but with my business acumen and understanding of his requirements. At the end of the meeting he agreed with my buyer that we should get the business and asked me to stop by when I was in each week to keep him updated on how things were going---in case there was any resistance. "At first we met in his office, then---he was always very busy---we'd meet in the cafeteria for coffee or even lunch. I had to change my call schedule and ended up calling on that account late in the day---the last call before I headed home. I didn't exactly have a life back then---I was all about climbing the ladder. He was cute---still is. He had a sense of humor...made me laugh. During those weekly meetings, we might spend a couple of minutes discussing personnel things---where we grew up, went to school...the like. "It was late in the day; all of the hourly people had gone home. He was the local manager and was the last one still working. He was sitting at his computer; I was leaning over, very close showing him something on a spreadsheet I had developed. I was not remotely coming on to him---I was all business in those days. Without even thinking, I had my arm on the back of his chair and my hand must have brushed against him. He squirmed in his seat and tried to subtly reposition his cock---he probably did it a couple of times before I actually noticed. My hand ended up on his shoulder. "I'm a little hazy on the details from there on but the next thing I knew I was laying over the end of the sofa in his office with my ass sticking up and my skirt bunched around my waist and who the hell knows what happened to my panties and hose. His suit trousers were down around his ankles and his cock was slamming into my pussy at a rather remarkable pace. "I seem to recall screaming, 'fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,' over and over to which he replied, 'you're damn right I'm going to fuck you, you hot little...' little something...fuck toy? Cunt? Slut? I can't remember. After fucking...and other things...we went to dinner. After dinner we ended up back at his place---I didn't even live in the same town---and fucked our brains out until dawn. "We never did it in the office again---although we did on more than one occasion in his other offices over the years...after we were married. The next week, little miss professional business woman needed to deal with it. I asked him if he'd be more comfortable if I had another rep assigned to the account in view of what had occurred. He said no, I was doing an exceptional job, I knew the business inside and out and he doubted that a new rep would be as valuable as I was. "For the next few months, I spent one night a week with him. We went out together....had fun...made each other laugh...the sex was amazing...and then he got promoted. I wasn't looking for a hubby...figured it was for the best...and then he was gone. I got promoted and moved." "How in the world did you get back together?" "Remember that great scene in Officer and a Gentleman when Richard Geer comes to the factory and picks up Debra Winger in his arms and carries her off to be the wife of the newly commission Naval aviator? Well, maybe it wasn't that dramatic but one day my secretary stuck her head in the door and told me there was a gentleman there to see me who didn't have an appointment but said he was an old friend. It had been a few years. He walked into my office and closed the door behind him. I got up from my desk and walked toward him. "We did one of those business hug things and then he ever so sweetly took my face in his hands and kissed me...kissed every inch of my face...and told me he couldn't live without me...a day didn't go by when he didn't think about me...didn't want to spend another day in his life without me...loved me...had loved me longer than I could have ever known...we belonged together. We didn't 'do it' in my office---it had too many open windows. I took his hand, told my secretary I was leaving for the day---it was Friday--- took him back to my shitty little apartment and fucked his brains out for the next twenty-four, forty-eight or seventy-two hours. "I put in for a leave of absence from the company. When I told my boss why, he---my boss, a wonderfully romantic old cuss---arranged a lateral transfer for me to the city where Doug worked. I never even rented a place...just moved in with Doug. It didn't take long for me to figure out that this was the man I would spend the rest of my life with. As magic as it was back then---it just gets better every day...the friendship...the trust...the love and, yes, believe it or not---the fucking. We've gotten very adventurous in that regard...still turn each other on." "Melanie, if this is too personal, tell me to fuck off, but the sex..." "From day one, beyond my wildest expectations! Bluntly...ah...no holds or holes barred. We are nasty in bed---or anywhere else we decide to do it. There are no barriers or taboo...ah...activities. Last week, I stopped by the office---checked his calendar with his admin and knew he had a half hour between meetings and conference calls. Called him from the mini-van on my cell phone. He came dashing out of the building in a flash, not knowing what to expect but knowing he was going to enjoy it. Look, Jillian, if I'm giving you too much information, just tell me but...I love to fuck. Doug loves to fuck---loves to fuck me. Thank God for vinyl seats! I had to drive to daycare to pick up the kids and then back home with a huge load of cum seeping out of my...ass." "No way!" "Anal sex...I know, kind of a squeamish subject particularly today with the hazards but between two consenting, monogamous married adults...a delightful change of pace. Well, in our case more than a change of pace...we do it regularly. Am I grossing you out?" "Not at all," Jillian replied and then proceeded to tell her best friend about Mike in graphic detail. "Damn, girl! Maybe he wanted more---tried to track you down! You didn't give him a chance. Look, you know who he worked for at least---you have to look him up! Hon, when you find a man who makes you giggle and makes you cum---damn! Sure, back then I was sure there was no future---I was such a slut for him! Still am, for that matter but men don't fall in love and marry a good piece of ass...except my man did. In point of fact I'm not even sure I was particularly good in bed until he came in my life...he brought out the best...and the worst in me. I'm his slut---also his wife and the mother of his children." "I remember what town I lived in and certainly remember the company. Hell, he's probably married with rug rats by now." "Maybe and maybe not. Your loss if he is. Look, I know it doesn't always work out the way it did for Doug and me but, who knows?" Jillian did make a half hearted effort to look up Mike. She called several numbers in his former town of residence but had no luck. She found the phone number for the branch of the company she was sure he had worked for but no one there seemed either willing or able to help. He certainly no longer worked there and no, the girl she spoke to was new and didn't recognize the name. She didn't remember enough to even get a hint of a trail. Where had he gone to college? Where was he born and raised? Life got in the way again, and Jillian was promoted to her company's corporate headquarters in the Midwest. She bought a house this time on a couple of acres. She got a dog and then another one. She planted a garden. All of her closest neighbors were nice young married couples her age or younger. She'd had to call the phone company several times before they finally delivered a local phone directory. It wasn't a huge city; she aimlessly flipped through the white pages and without thinking ended up on the page with names that were the same as Mike's. There were three names that were the same. One of them had one of those sub listing beneath with the numbers of the wife and the kids. She Googled™ the addresses. None of the three listings were more than ten miles away. One of them was almost exactly halfway from her home to her office. She checked the business listings. The company for which Mike had worked also had their major headquarters in the area as did a dozen other major corporations. It was, in fact, not a mile from hers on the same parkway. She went to their corporate web site. On a lark, the next day she called the company and after fumbling her way through their annoying automatic phone system finally got a live person. She finally was connected with an admin who worked with several executives. "Hi, my name is Jillian. I'm with one of your neighbors on the parkway and I'm trying to track down a Mike Mathews who---assuming I have the right one---used to be a sales rep who called on me a few years back." "We have a Mike Mathews here---he's out of the office today traveling---and he is a sales VP but I don't really know where he started out with the company. Can I take a message?" "I don't know what the message would be...if he's not the Mike Mathews I'm looking for...Let me try a couple of other avenues and if all else fails, I'll call back. Can you give me your direct extension so I don't get sent all over the building by your phone system?" Back to the white pages...forget the one with the whole family listed. Even if it was the right one that would not be something she wanted to get into. Call the next one. No damn answer! The final one...fuck! It was one of those electronic voices not a real person. Shit. In the car on the way home later the Google™ map was at her side. Drive by the three houses, the last one was actually on her way home and the other two weren't five minutes out of her way. And determine what, exactly? Kids in the front yard getting out of a mini van with a woman---mommy, she assumed---who was very attractive...not much older than Jillian was, if at all. Second house...not really a house...a double wide...not likely. Third house closest to her own place. Stand alone, not in a development...no tricycles in the driveway. Fuck it, pull in the driveway...ring the bell. If a woman answered, ask for directions. Dogs barking inside, then outside...must have a doggie door like she had. Walk around and check out the dogs. Pretty dogs...big dogs...not happy to have been awakened by the doorbell dogs. She approached them carefully...let them smell her. The big one accepted her quickly and licked her hand...the smaller one, obviously an Alpha female---hell, still almost seventy pounds---would have none of it without her master's approval of the intruder---if then. The next day, Friday, she called the admin back. Do you happen to know if he is the same Mike Mathews who lives on...? A silence...computer keys clicking in the background...the admin trying to decide. "Ah...yes...that is the address I have shown here, I..." "Your name is Kate, right?" Jillian inquired. "That's right." "Are you married, Kate?" "Engaged...June wedding planned." "Congratulations, Kate. For the record I'm neither---not even dating anyone---very new here. I'm going to let it all hang out here and let you decide if I'm a loon or a crazed stalker. A few years back, a guy named Mike Mathews and I were...friends...good friends...our careers meant we moved to opposite ends of the country. I'm trying to figure out---assuming it's the same Mike Mathews---if we could be friends again. Now, if he's married---just tell me and I'll..." "He's not married...can you describe him?" Jillian resisted the temptation to say something off the wall like, "he has a nice cock." She did her best to describe him as she remembered him and to her surprise, she remembered him quite well. "I'd say you described him almost exactly. He's at a conference in Chicago. He's flying back in around six..." "You don't by any chance know the flight number, do you?" "He's coming back on a corporate jet. Not into the big airport on the other side of town but into the University airport about twenty minutes south of here. I mean, it's only a thirty-seven minute flight but the timing is not exact. As soon as they're all on board, they take off." "Which air service?" "The company actually owns their own planes in consort with another company. It's the Airnet hanger---the last hanger on the perimeter road." "Airnet? Wait a sec...small world! We must be that other company. It says here that we use the same hanger." "Well, your vehicle pass and your electronic card should get you inside the gate. There's a small parking lot right in front of the hanger. The planes pull right up to the hanger and it can't be a hundred feet from there to the parking lot. Are you at a computer, Jillian?" "Sure." "I don't know how it works at your company, but here if you type the internal company website in followed by 'slash Airnet' you should be able to see the scheduled arrival times and locations of all the planes. As I said, it's a thirty-seven minute flight---and barely a twenty minute drive to the University air park." "Hold on...let me see...yes! there it is." "Jillian, look for tail number 55555..." "Got it! It shows a scheduled departure of...let's see...five our time." "Within five minutes of wheels up, it'll switch to an estimated time of arrival which on a short flight like this one is never off more than a couple of minutes as long as the weather is fine---which it is." "I can't thank you enough, Kate." "Jillian, if it's the right one...the right friend...you'll let me know...won't you?" "I'll stop by and tell you in person!" Jillian checked her computer screen every few seconds for the next two hours. At a few minutes before five, the indicated tail number 55555 flashed and changed to, "departed". Five minutes later she was out of the parking lot and working her way toward the air park. Due to Friday traffic it took her closer to half an hour than twenty minutes. Her magnetic RFID badge did in fact open the gate to the secure lot next to the Airnet hanger. In the distance, she saw a small corporate jet, a Falcon she thought, on final approach. She hurriedly exited her car and walked inside the small operations and flight planning area, pleased that her ID badge again opened the lock. There was no one there; she walked around frantically looking for someone in charge, finally finding a young lady working on a computer in one of the small offices. "Excuse me," she said, proffering her ID badge. "I'm a little new to this and a friend of mine is coming in from Chicago---I think they just landed and I..." "Go back the way you came, take the next hallway to the right, past the restrooms and the door at the end will open into the hanger. You are welcome to go out there and wait. The aircraft will pull up within a few feet of the hanger." "Thank you!" A quick dash into the ladies room...check the mirror...it'll do. Out the door into the darkened hanger. The sound of a small fan jet aircraft approaching. Take your time...don't trip and fall down. Plenty of time. She arrived at the wide hanger door just as the Falcon cut its engines and the small ramp was lowered. A handful of obviously senior executives departed and walked toward her...nodding and smiling...murmured greetings. Six men, one woman...where was he...had he already passed her---had it been the wrong Mike Mathews? One final passenger, retrieving his small suitcase from the co-pilot. He looked up...focused on her standing less than twenty feet away. Shock? Pleasure...disappointment? What? Wordlessly he walked toward her. It was him. Okay...looking good...nice suit. Her eyes began to moisten. Say something, dammit! One of us has to say something! Neither did...and then, as if it had been yesterday when they had last seen each other, she was in his arms and everything was right in the universe. His Dirty Girl "I've missed you so much...tried to find you...wondered where you'd gone. Missed you so damn much---how did you find me?" "A long story...you're not married---are you?" "No...you?" "Not a chance." "What in the world are you doing here...how...?" And then her face was in his hands and he was kissing her tenderly...softly...every inch of her face and she could no longer hold back the tears...nor could he. He started to speak; she interrupted him. "I'm going to take it as a very good sign that you said you missed me and...I'm going to lay it all out on the tarmac here. Mike, you're the last man who made me laugh---the only man for that matter. The sex was delightfully nasty...free...fun...wild. You're one hell of a dancer. I don't know if a few months of getting together once a week primarily to fuck is any kind of a foundation for something more. Something more...funny how we both stayed away from that topic like the plague! Neither of us wanted anymore...did we? Well, guess what? After careful consideration, I want more now. Now, if you tell me that's not the way you can think of me...well, we could at least have dinner, go dancing and...go to bed together---once for old times sake, but..." And then he was kissing her face again...whispering her name over and over...and more. "A day hasn't gone by when I didn't think about you...miss you...wished you were with me, now you're here and I never want to spend another day without you. I love you, Jillian...have loved you for so long...we belong together...don't want to live without you." They held each other in silence for several minutes. Jillian spoke first. "Wow! This doesn't happen in real life, does it? After all that time of being so careful not to let slip and say I love you...now it seems so easy...so right. I don't know what the future holds but in my heart I'm sure...sure it's right." "Absence makes the heart grow fonder?" "Something like that. Look. I wasn't even sure it was you, called your admin, found what I thought was your house...stopped by and met your beautiful dogs...we're almost neighbors give or take four or five miles." "I have someone stop by several times a day but I would imagine they're pissed that I've been gone. Any chance I could catch a ride?" "Where's your car?" "Caught a ride with one of the other folks. Saw you as we pulled up...figured if I couldn't catch a ride with you I'd have to call the Pakistani cab company. Wait a minute! you live here too? How long?" "A few weeks. I might not ever have started flipping through the phonebook if my last boss' wife hadn't...I'll introduce you; rumor has it they're moving here in the near future. They're a wonderful couple. We have a similar history as couples go; I'll fill you in later. Here! Take my keys and drive...I'm in no condition to drive." Jillian had never been much of a car person; she drove one of those nondescript midsized American numbers with bench seats. She was going to be damned if she was going to sit on her side; she quickly strapped into the middle seat. She couldn't keep her hands off him...almost afraid that if she stopped touching him he might vanish. Remembering the story her best friend had told her she glanced down at Mike's crotch...yep...no question about it. She was definitely getting the desired reaction. Her hand strayed there, then purposefully unzipped his fly and snuck her fingers inside...thank God for boxers! "Am I distracting you from driving?" she purred. "Yes, but fortunately I know the way like the back of my hand and from here on there's a back way---a little longer---but no traffic." "Let's take the back way." "My thoughts exactly." "Mind if I suck your cock while you drive?" "I thought you'd never ask." "I hate to be a party pooper but if I do there's no chance I'm going to...catch anything? It has been a while since we've been together and I mean if I have to...although I don't have a condom...hate them...awful when you're giving a man a blow job..." "I'm clean. The whole STD thing scares me silly. I dropped out of the casual scene some time ago. I just had my annual physical and since it has been almost a year since the last time..." "You haven't gotten laid in a year? Christ, and I thought I was the only one that was damn near celibate...eighteen months here...thank God for power tools. Nice to see your cock is still in good form...ummm...as hard as ever. Any chance I could convince you to slide that baby...up my butt a little later?" "Yours was the last butt it's been in." "You are joking?" "I guess I always knew that it was---butt fucking, I mean---never going to be better than it was with you. Jesus, with all the problems today...it's just not worth taking a chance." "Same here---on both counts. So you can see the positive benefits of a monogamous relationship?" "Sure, as long as it's with a nasty little slut who lets it all hang out...who I love absolutely completely and desperately." "That would be me---but whether or not you believe it, you brought the slut out in me. I was never that slutty before---and certainly not since." "I believe you; if truth be told, fucking with you was like nothing I could have ever imagined. You always excited me so much I couldn't keep my hands off you." "So isn't this convenient? We completely skipped the messy middle stage of courtship, the hinting, unfulfilled expectations, kicking it up to the next level...second guessing. ..wondering about commitment. We went directly from damn good dancing partners and fuck buddies to...knowing we were in love." "Only one more stage in the intricate process...making it legal and permanent?" "I certainly hope so. Now shut up and drive...how long is it from here?" "Five or ten minutes?" "That works. Tell me what you want, baby." "Suck my cock, baby...take it deep...swallow my load...show me what a fine little cock sucker you can be." "You have such a way with words. Let me get these damn panty hose off. There...that's better. You don't mind if I finger fuck myself while I'm blowing you do you?" "You talk too much!" Rather than answer the gibe, Jillian decided that action always speaks louder than words and it was high time for some serious action. Edited by Techsan