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Just A Fling
🕑 Added 2020-03-12 03:00:58 +0000 UTC(This was a quick write with no editing, apologies in advance for any mistakes)
I was walking into the grocery store last Friday when she was walking out.
She was in her early 40s, probably, and trying really hard. Tight dress around what was admittedly an excellent body, puffed up lips that were only 3 days since their last injection, heavy on the eyeliner, hair all wavy and done, and fake breasts that likely cost at least $20k.
I was just registering all that in my head when she brushed passed - and I caught her perfume, surprisingly not overwhelming, just right. A light mixture of floral and something darker, and the combination of her look and her smell almost spun me around on my heel.
'Excuse me,' I said just loud enough for only her. She turned and smiled slightly, used to being hit on wherever she goes. I assume she wants to be, dressed like that for a grocery run.
'I was going for coffee after this - would you like to get some with me?' She made it obvious that she was looking me up and down, assessing how I looked, what I wore, what she guesses I'd be driving. I wasn't dressed up like i was going out to the club, but I was decent enough.
'Not really... maybe another time?' She was giving me just enough of an excuse to keep trying.
I walked over to her and took her phone from her hand, not roughly, just firmly enough that she didn't object. I tapped my name and number into it, then slid the shortcut onto the last slot on her phone screen. 'David,' she read. 'You presume a lot, David.'
'I don't presume anything, I just want to take you to coffee, I'll there every day anyway,' I said. She smiled at my attempt to be casual.
'I'll text you if I'm not busy sometime,' she remarked, giving me a sideways sly grin, and then strutted off, swinging those curvy hips a touch more than she was when she was first walking by me.
She waited a day, then texted me. I was impressed by the timing, seemed just right.
'It's Rebecca, from the store. I'll meet you at the shop on 5th at 8am,' she texted.
I waited a few minutes. No reason to be too eager, right? I probably was, anyway, I could only hold out about 10 minutes. 'Sounds good, see you tomorrow,' I texted back.
Don't text her again, David... Don't. I didn't.
I walked into the shop at 7:58 - not too early, not late, just interested enough to be there a few minutes early. She was there at 8:05, which is exactly what I expected from a woman like her. I liked it, make me wait but not too long.
She walked up to me, took my hand, and pulled me to the counter, ordering her drink and then looking expectantly at me for mine. I ordered and paid, because that's just how it's done.
She expected nothing less - no 'let's split it', no waiting for her to offer - I invited her to coffee, I pay. We're on the same wavelength. I like her.
We sat with our coffee for a few minutes, mostly in silence, looking at each other for a clue as to what we would talk about.
She looked out at the parking lot. 'Which one is yours?' she asked nonchalantly, as if she didn't really care. She did, though. I saw her eyes move around the lot, picking out the acceptable cars.
'The black one, there,' I said, pointing. She followed my finger and saw my BMW - it's a nice 7 series, long and sleek, but much older than people think. They're overly impressed by something I bought for less than a new Hyundai. She nodded, smiling. 'That's what a man should drive,' she said.
'And yours?' I smiled. She shook her head. 'Not important,' she said. I didn't pursue it. Later I realized I should have, but that's for another story.
'It has cupholders, I presume?' she said, grabbing her coffee and standing up. I rose with her, nodded, and led her to the car. Talk about presumptive.
We drove without talking, she was texting on her phone and looking through Facebook while I drove through the better part of town she would know. I wasn't far away from it, but it was obvious my admittedly nice home was just a tier below what I was guessing she was used to.
She barely looked up when I pulled into the garage, almost as though she expected we would come straight here. I was glad I had cleaned up everything last night, anticipating a hopefully eventful day. She got out and I led her up the garage stairs.
When we walked inside I pushed her against the wall, my hand sliding under her thigh, and kissed her hard - not too rough, but enough to make her understand that I wanted her, and badly. She responded, her puffy lips wet and warm on mine, her tongue in my mouth as insistent as mine, her hands roaming my body without taking anything off.
We stopped for a moment, and she actually blushed and remarked that we should finish our coffee. I noticed she was looking around, so I took her hand and gave her the tour. I didn't end the tour at my bedroom, but downstairs in the theater room, where I flicked on the gas fireplace, and then took the coffee from her hand and threw her down on the couch.
'Fuck,' she said quietly, looking up at me.
I moved on top of her, holding my weight off her body with one arm and undressing her with the other. The buttons on her blouse came off first, her pretty (but very strong) bra coming into view, which I left on her as I stripped off her long slim jeans, so tight at the bottom I had no choice but to remove her boots and socks. We kissed throughout.
She laid back, the floral lace bra and matching panties still covering her, the fireplace already warm enough to make it comfortable.
'You presume a lot, David,' she said with a smile. I laughed, honestly surprised that she remembered and was so clever. I underestimated her from her looks, but that wasn't my fault, was it? Need to remind myself not to do that, even with the bimbo types.
Yes, this also came into play later. Again, another story. Maybe stick around and I'll tell you that one, too.
I put her hand on my belt, which she unfastened with a practiced skill. She pulled down on my pants, and I stepped out of them. She pulled on my waistband so I would move closer to her, and then stripped the underwear off me, too. I unbuttoned my shirt and took it off as she took me into her hands.
She looked up at me as she slowly stroked it, a measured pace that she knew would engorge me without too much overstimulation. She knew what she was doing, but then, so did I.
I moved next to her on the leather couch, the fire now warming the entire area, kissing her as we explored. I let her stroke me to fullness as I used my fingertips to wander over her, avoiding the most obvious areas but visiting the ones that tease the most. Her breath got shorter and her skin slightly flushed, eyes closing sometimes when I moved my hand closer to where she wanted it so much.
I slid a hand up the small of her back, firmly in almost a massaging action, and flicked the clips of the bra smoothly off in a single motion. Her not so small breasts required 3 clips, but I had much practice. She held up her arms like women do, and I obliged by sliding her bra out of them. Her very expensive surgery was a masterpiece, and I let her know with a few words and the way I pressed my mouth to them - first the outside, lower area, then underneath, up between them, then kissing her mouth hard, and finally down to her nipples.
She liked that, a lot, settling back on the couch to let me taste her skin. I moved my lips over her body, letting my fingers slip in and out of areas she was dying to feel, and at some point her panties were on the floor next to our clothes, too.
I slid up onto her, her long legs moving apart in sync with me. I let her see me pull out a condom and slip it over myself as she watched patiently. I touched her again, without rushing, and she closed her eyes as I used her wetness on the condom to ease the penetration we both wanted.
I slid inside her, and she pulled me in, both with her wetness and with her legs wrapping around me. Three, then four strokes, then I was in her completely. Our mouths crushed together even as we slowly began to grind. I looked at her, hoping she would look back at me, but she was already gone, her eyes hidden underneath the smoky gray of her eyelids, her lips wet and red, and so very full. Her cheeks were flush, too, the blood rushing all over her body, and when she opened her mouth I could smell the arousal in her breath. It hardened me even more.
We worked into a rhythm of hard fucking and rough kissing, the moans of both heard over the fire next to us, the squeaking of bodies on leather ignored in the heat of the moment. I moved inside her, and she moved with me, both of us feeling our way into the most fulfilling position.
I looked in her eyes as I slipped one hand underneath her ass, and the other gripping her hair at the base of her skull. I thrust once, hard, then twice, showing her how she would be held and fucked. She bit on the inside of her lip, hard, enough that I tasted blood the next time I kissed her, and then grit her teeth as I began to drive into her.
We worked into a rhythm of hard fucking and rough kissing, the moans of both heard over the fire crackling next to us, the squeaking of bodies on leather ignored in the heat of the moment. I moved inside her, and she moved with me, both of us feeling our way into the most fulfilling position.
When we had it, she just nodded to me, and I gave in to the lust, pounding her like a young man would've from the start, my desire feeding into my cock, her legs no longer around me but up in the air as she began to scream.
We laid there for a few minutes, hands intertwined in a sophomoric display of togetherness, and she looked down as she took my left hand in hers. to not crush her, our relieved laughing and heavy breathing punctuating the silence of after-sex.
We laid there for a few minutes, hands intertwined in a sophomorish display of tenderness, and she looked down as she took my left hand in hers.
'Our rings match,' she said. My bronzed and stone encrusted wedding band did almost match her golden plain one, though it was outshone easily by the diamonds in the band she also wore next to it, enough to buy my less-than-new BMW a few times over.
She mindlessly twirled the ring around my finger, smiling to herself as if she told herself a slightly amusing joke. 'I would've never done this without that,' she said, indicating the ring. 'Too complicated.' I pondered that for a minute, and ended up agreeing with her. Married with much to lose, we wouldn't want to endanger either of us.
'Why did you ask me to coffee the other day?' she asked me. I just looked at her and raised an eyebrow. 'I know, but really, what was it?' She knew she looked good, but she wanted me to say it.
'You stopped me in my tracks,' I started, 'and that so rarely happens.' She liked that, a lot. I continued. 'Even if I never touched you, I had to know what your voice was like, how you laughed, what color your eyes were, and maybe to make you smile.'
She did smile, though a little wistfully, gazing off into space for a second. 'I am glad you have that ring,' she said, 'cause you just melted me a little bit too much.'
She got up abruptly and started to dress, so I joined her. I took her hand and led her back to the entryway where we put our shoes back on. We drove back to the coffee shop in silence, but for some reason we held hands the entire way, and the quiet in the car felt right.
She waved me to the corner of the parking lot, and I let her out. She looked back at me through the car window and walked directly to an Escalade. I waited until she got in, making sure she got the engine started and going, and let her pull out first.
The stick-figure family on the back window of the SUV seemed to wave at me as she left, the 3 children and 2 dogs and a cat included.
I'd have to pretend not to notice that the father figure of the stick family had been roughly cut out of the sticker, and recently from the looks of it. I finally put it together, along with the excellent boob job and lip injections. I guess I was a little slow, though I didn't have much to go on before.
She didn't mind me seeing that, after. She just wanted it on her own timing. I was supposed to understand that she didn't need me, wasn't looking for something, but wanted what I wanted all the same.
It's what we all want. To be desired, even if only in the moment.
I went home, then, slipping off my ring before bed as I always do, and setting it on the nightstand next to my wife's, which had been gathering dust since her death almost 9 years before. 'Good night, doll,' I said, remembering how much she liked my hands in her hair, pulling her head back as I would thrust into her, how she would always cum for me first, then demand to be fucked roughly after.
I could still smell her perfume, I dreamt that night, but it was because Rebecca wore it, too. I never cared about her big tits, long legs or inflated lips. I just wanted to close my eyes and breathe her in.
Sometimes, it's enough.
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