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Reaching down into my cumberso apron, I retrieved the wadded up piece of paper towel I had stored in there since the beginning of my lunch shift. I wiped the fresh layer of sweat from my brow and tossed a couple of stray hairs off to the side as I punched in yet another order for Pad Thai that was to be made for the regular with the gluten allergy.
With the mixture of sweat and food residue gathered on my hands, I quickly headed to the nearby sink to wash my hands. As I dutifully lathered my hands, I looked up into the mirror that was glued to the wall behind the fixture.
At twenty-three I had thought that I wouldn't still be waiting tables, but here I was working at the sa Thai Restaurant that I had been for years. Sure, the business was fine, and the clientele could be worse, but I thought I would be sitting on my ass, or, at least wearing a tie. I hadn't thought of this often, as the free food that ca with every shift kept quite pleased.
I looked reasonably good today, my shaggy brown hair wasn't wild as much as it was stylish, and I had trimd my sideburns and full goatee correctly during the haze of my early morning rituals. My tall form was in decent enough shape due to my love for playing basketball in the park.
With the food ticket printed out and hanging loosely towards the stainless steel counter, I quickly gathered it and slid through the swinging doors that lead in to the kitchen. Diving underneath the expo counter to gather Styrofoam boxes was my coworker and roommate Hunter.
He was a short, stout, and energetic young man of twenty-four. He failed to have the sa hair issues as I had, preferring to keep his light brown hair buzzed down to just a fraction of an inch.
"We've got another Pad Thai," I announced to both our chef and Hunter before I slid the ticket in amongst the others in the queue.
"It's Pad Thai Friday!" yelled Hunter from his crouch, turning his head to the side, his light brown eyes beaming in mock enthusiasm.
"Pad Thai Friday!" I exclaid back to him, part of genuinely rembering that we always ate Pad Thai after our Friday shifts.
Heading back into the dining room, I surveyed the busy surroundings. We worked as a team, Hunter and I did. We both took full responsibility for all tables. Seeing that a table of three won had their beverages and looked ready enough to order, I quickly strode over, pulling my pen and check book from my apron.
I admit that Hunter and I did make comnts behind the back of certain custors. The vast majority of them were made about attractive female guests. Also, a vast majority of those won were at least ten years older than us. I always blad "Arican Pie" for this phenonon amongst us younger n.
As I approached the table, I fully realized that these won entirely fit the requirents for topics of conversation on the ride out of work. In fact, two of them had already been talked about in the past. The third I had never seen before. After a while, faces run together, so it was rare for to be so matter of fact about this.
They had seen coming, and readied for my arrival. One of our regulars, smiling, laid her head to the side and said a quick word to the new girl. When I reached them, their hands had fallen down to their nus, and their eyes were locked onto mine, whitened teeth shining brightly upon my appearance.
"Are we all set to order, ladies?" I asked, a polite smile expertly washing over the table.
"Yes!" they said back to enthusiastically, almost completely in ti with each other.
Next ca the awkward two second pause needed to find out who wanted to place their order first. Quickly, we started at one end of the table, working our way over to the rookie. I was disappointed to jot down an order for a standard fried rice dish from a brunette woman with brown eyes. The word "wimp" flashed across my mind before I moved on to the curry order of the bustier brunette seating to the left. I noticed through the expression on her face that the newbie needed so questions answered.
"This is my first ti having Thai food, Daniel," she said, her deep blue eyes quickly focusing on the na tag pinned to my apron, just above my heart. "What would you recomnd?" she asked, her head cocking slightly towards her shoulder and her thin, delicate fingers toying with the luxurious blonde curls of her hair that easily cascaded past her shoulders.
"Do you think you're more of a fried rice or noodles person?" I asked, my pen lightly tapping to either side of the book as I asked the question.
After an instant of deliberation, she answered, "Noodles," with her hand sawing into the air with confidence.
She must have noticed her animated gesturing, as her eyes rose back to mine with a nervous smile. My eyes quickly joined with hers. They had been drawn lower to her chest, as her gesture had pulled the fabric of her blue, buttoned down blouse taught, her hidden bosom coming more into view.
I felt a twinge of embarrassnt at being caught after such an innocent glance.
I took my ti with her, directing her through our maze of lunch items. I stood over her and off to the side of her chair as I described each dish. I fought myself hard not to look down the top of her blouse, where I would receive a teasing peak at her flesh. She then made her choice.
"That's one of my favorites," I ntioned to her as my hand scribbled into my paper. "How spicy would you like that, today?" I asked.
"I like it really spicy. How spicy can you make it?" she asked, putting emphasis on the word "really". I admired that quality in a woman.
"Honestly, as long as you give us a number, we'll make it happen," I answered back, being genuine.
"How spicy do you order it for yourself?" she then asked back quickly.
In a display of playfully mocking masculinity, my chest slightly puffed out.
I answered, "Well, I can handle more than most. Since level three is the normal high, I usually brave a level four." I then broke my pose and chuckled along with the table. Discussing heat levels with tables was one of my favored humorous interactions.
After agreeing to match my own spice preference, I finished her order and gathered up the nus.
As I turned to walk away, I heard her say with volu, "I'm counting on you, Danny Boy," she said through a smile.
"I won't let you down, ma'am," I called back, an earnest smile shining through my face. I enjoyed such pleasant custors.
"See, I told you he's nice and cute," I thought I heard one of them say. I might have been mistaken due to the ambiance of the restaurant.
After returning to the server's station, I walked right passed Hunter. He turned on his heels and looked at . Through the corner of my eye, I found him dumbfounded. Right as I was going to put the order into the machine, he interrupted my train of thought.
"You didn't notice that, did you?" he asked, arms crossed over his broad chest.
"Notice, what?" I answered with my own question, confused.
"That woman was obviously flirting with you. I can't believe you didn't notice it," he said, his hand covering his forehead in surprise.
"Oh. I guess I may have been flirting with her," I finally answered, coming to the obvious realization. "I was just being nice and attempting to be a bit funny," I explained.
I pressed a few buttons on the screen, getting back to work, but Hunter wasn't ready to stop.
"You're so blind, man. Every ti I see you with a girl you're always missing the signals," Hunter scolded .
I had always been clueless with the opposite sex. Signals had always been lost on . In fact, every relationship or casual encounter had been initiated by the woman.
Gathering up the ticket, I turned back towards Hunter before entering the kitchen. After he peered over the guests, he turned back towards .
"She's actually looking over here, man," Hunter reported.
"That's nice. I'm also sure she's married, Hunter," I said as I started to walk into the kitchen.
"I didn't see a ring, did you?" he asked , although he already knew the answer to that question.
I kept walking, although my mind flashed into a mont of fantasy involving her bent over a counter, naked from the waist down. A half grin spread across my face during my tiny day dream. I slid the ticket into the queue and got to work on so much needed side salads.
The next half an hour brought no more custors into the restaurant, and we quickly emptied out. The table with the naless three won were about to leave, with Hunter taking the responsibility of serving them through the rest of their al. They gathered their purses. Looking to get started on cleaning the table, I walked over.
"I trust that everything was delicious?" I asked the three of them.
"Everything was great," the chesty brunette said, a purse slinging over her shoulder.
"That's nice to hear. Do you think we'll be seeing you again?" I asked the blonde, who I finally received a full view of.
I could tell hidden behind her baby blue blouse and black slacks, she liked to take care of herself. Her trim stomach made wonder if she ever had children. Her height in her heels and blonde locks made her stand out against her friends.
"Oh, you'll be seeing a lot of . It was great," she grinned.
"Great," I simply said, rocking optimistically on my heels. "You ladies have a nice weekend," I finished with another smile before bending over to clean up the table.
They turned towards the door as I began to wipe the table with a damp cloth. My eye darted up to admire her tight, yet shapely bottom. I might have been staring just a bit too long to keep it an innocent glance, but I still did enjoy the way her hips moved from side to side with each step.
Hunter joined at the table and helped clear away the rest of the debris. We stood up and looked out of the large, store front windows and noticed the three of them hop into a classic muscle car. My flirting buddy hopped into the back while the buxom brunette woman took the wheel. The make and model of the car suddenly dawned on .
"Is it too much that they're in a Cougar?" I asked Hunter, deadpan in my delivery.
My roommate chuckled to himself, turned, and walked away.
For the next hour before we got off from our shift, nothing of note happened. Hunter and I worked on the crossword, and almost completed it before it was ti to order our lunches and go ho. We hopped into my ssy sedan, and made our way back to the apartnt.
After we had our lunch, and customary video ga ti, we got ready for the evening. Through a mutual friend, Hunter had heard of a bar that was quite popular. I wasn't in the mood to object, as heading to this new bar went right in line with the day's events. Besides, I was looking forward to their selection of whisky.
Looking into my semi-organized closet, I quickly made the decision to dress as if I were going to the dive bars back on campus. I dressed in a simple black t-shirt that supported a local band, and followed that up with a trendy pair of snug blue jeans and sneakers. Hunter, of course, went with a loud, pink gingham print shirt, along with a pair of blue jeans looser than my own. Sneakers seed to be the prevailing the in our wear. As I ca into the living room, Hunter was casually watching a basketball ga. He turned his head to , and he was taken aback at my clothes.
"Your 'Sexy Jeans,' again?" he asked, making sure to throw up quotation marks with both hands.
"What are you talking about?" I asked, surprised that he knew that I liked the way I looked in this garnt.
"Just promise you won't tell anyone tonight about your special jeans, alright," he said with a sigh, rembering just last week when I drunkenly embarrassed myself at a friend's party.
"Sure," I answered back, quickly.
"Also, I think we may spend a bit too much ti together," he said, tapping the remote control against his thigh.
"You may be on to sothing," I agreed.
I grabbed my black hooded jacket and threw it over .
"Let's roll," I decreed, flipping up my hood in ti with my catchphrase.
Hunter shut off the television and grabbed his own white hooded jacket. We then quickly left the apartnt and climbed into Hunter's pick-up truck. As per usual, I held onto the handle attached about the top of my window and tried not to critique Hunter's aggressive, erratic driving style.
After successfully fighting away the inklings of nausea, we arrived to the town square in which this bar was located. It was nearly eight o'clock at this point, the sun long gone. Thankful for the ample parking, we exited and looked for the establishnt.
Eventually, we found it. Carved into a narrow, rectangular, brick building, it was obvious this was built recently with the plan of looking ancient. A couple of iron benches on the outside greeted us as we entered. The interior was quite inviting, with brick walls littered with paintings most likely bought from a local community college. A healthy dose of tables and booths littered the ground floor. Stairs brought patrons up to the much smaller second floor, where the sound of cues striking billiard balls was evident. The jukebox seed to pump out a steady mix of 80s and 90s pop music. Surprisingly, quite a few custors were around our age, leaving us less exposed in very our casual clothing.
"Shot and a beer?" I asked Hunter.
"Shot and a beer," he answered, following suit.
We hopped into two empty bar stools and quickly had the shots of bourbon and pint glasses of hoppy beer in front of us. We took our shots in tandem. We clinked them down against the hard wood surface of the counter before throwing them back. I fought back the cough, as did Hunter. The warming sensation of the liquor entering was quite welcoming.
For a few monts, we sat in silence. Our eyes were up and watching more sports coverage. Pulling my eyes away from the television, I looked around the room once more. I was shocked when I saw the sa woman from the restaurant sitting with so friends at a table that was obscured from my view earlier.
"Hunter, check it out," I said, nodding my head towards the back of the room.
"What am I looking for? Oh. Wow. Who would've thunk it," He replied.
I paused for just a mont, and then had to deal with so slight scolding.
"Get over there!" he roared with laughter. "Go ask to buy her a drink," he continued with gusto.
"Well, I don't want to ditch you," I explained.
A blank stare from Hunter went away after he said, "I'll be fine." He shook his head before continuing. "She already likes you, and in a bar like this, three-fourths of the work is already done," he explained.
"Right," I admitted before taking a deep breath and then rising to my feet. Before I could walk away, Hunter gave a piece of advice.
"Don't, under any circumstances, ntion your pants," he said before cracking a smirk and getting back to his beer.
I turned and began to approach her, my heart quickening in my chest. I had noticed that she had made slight modifications to her outfit. There was a fresh layer of make-up on her face, and gloss to her lips. Her blouse had the top few buttons undone, revealing an ample amount of cleavage. While approaching, I reminded myself to keep it simple.
"Can I buy you a drink?" I asked, and was hoping that she rembered from earlier on in the day. I was relieved as her face lit up in surprise.
"Daniel, right?" she paused for just second. "Wow, uhm sure!" she responded with a Cheshire grin.
Her friends were silent as their eyes moved over , appraising . My acquaintance, rising to her feet to accompany , noticed the awkwardness from her friends.
"Girls, this is Daniel! I t him at a restaurant today," she explained.
I didn't mind that she failed to ntion my job title at this ti. I quickly introduced myself to her friends, returning their firm handshakes in kind.
As we started walking towards the bar, I thought it was passed ti for to learn her na.
"I'm Dawn," she finally told .
I liked that na. I took her hand and shook it with more tenderness than her friends received.
Formally introduced to each other, we went to the bar and she ordered her frozen strawberry margarita. As she opened her wallet, I took a quick peak at her license and saw that she had just turned forty. There was a small table that had just opened up, and we quickly made our way towards it.
"These are absolutely great here. They make them so strong," she stated, offering her straw for a taste.
She was not kidding.
"I hope you plan on crawling ho," I joked after smacking my lips from the potent beverage.
Over the next hour, I learned a lot about Dawn. She worked in print advertising. She was the mother of two children, one boy and one girl, both nearing high school age. Dawn also enjoyed being with nature and spending warm weekends hiking and camping with her kids.
I discovered that she was divorced for the last couple of years. After the divorce she decided to marry her work to pass the ti. She hadn't been out much until recently. While I am, of course, terrible at picking up signals, it was easy to see she was interested. She stroked my arm after ntioning it's going to be strange going ho to an empty house, as her children would be staying with their father.
"So, Danny Boy," her voice turning a bit sultry, "How old was the oldest woman that you've slept with?"
I nearly coughed up my sip of beer upon hearing such a bold question. The relaxation I had felt during the conversation was gone. I swore that soone had also turned the heat up in the room. I stroked at the condensation on my glass before I answered.
"Twenty-four," I said before chuckling.
She leaned over as she laughed with , her long fingers coming down on my thigh. She gave a slight squeeze that sent a jolt that caused my testicles to spasm inside of my boxer briefs.
"Well, how old was the youngest man you've been with?" I couldn't resist asking.
Dawn paused before answering. "I've never been with soone younger than myself," she said quietly before leaning back in her chair.
Once again, her blouse tightened around her chest. Another button ca undone from her garnt, revealing the black satin trim of the cups of her bra holding her ample bosom.
Underneath the table, I heard one of her shoes fall to floor. I gulped down hard before looking off into the distance. Her small foot ca up to the seat, her heel resting between my legs.
Looking down, I watched as her toes bent against , quickly finding my rapidly expanding shaft. The tips of her toes wrapped around the outline of my erection. My eyes began to dart throughout the establishnt, making sure that no one was onto the suddenly lewd behavior.
"Would you like to give an actual answer for the next ti I'm asked that?" she asked mischievously, still leaning back and stroking through my confining jeans.
I was entirely caught off guard by this entire situation.
"Yes," I was just able to squeak out as she manipulated under the noses of the entire crowd.
The lack of work I had put into this situation was astounding. As both rose to our feet, I made sure to use my folded up jacket as a shield for my uncomfortable erection. Dawn quickly moved over to her friends to say her goodbyes. I paid no attention to their reactions as I hustled over to Hunter to coordinate our transportation problem.
"We're...leaving," I stated, with a low level of shock in my voice.
"That's good. Surprising, and a bit weird. But, still good. How are we going to handle your lack of a car?" He asked , taking a look behind to focus in on Dawn.
"I'll call for a taxi if I have to. Don't worry about," I said, growing a little paranoid at her intentions.
All sorts of interesting scenarios flew through my mind after I said my goodbye to my roommate. Most of them were positive, and a few were paranoid delusions of soone who had seen too many movies. I stood at the doorway of the bar as she left her friends; my erection subsided to the point of being able to throw on my jacket. I held the door open for her and we were outside.
It was a clear night, the moon three-fourths full. Without much light pollution in the area, constellations were bright and clear to my eyes. I found myself staring up into the sky, hands in my pockets, the stars hundreds of light years away seeming so close. Dawn knocked back into reality, collapsing into , reaching through the curve of my elbow, her light trench coat tickling against my exposed wrists. We began to walk.
"Am I boring you?" she asked teasingly.
"Oh no, I just always get lost in the stars," I explained, smiling back down to her.
"I see. Do you want to follow back to my house?" she asked.
"Actually, my roommate drove..." I started to explain, trailing off.
"Then, you can drive my car. It's better that I don't drive," she said.
"Those damned margaritas," I joked.
She laughed, and then dragged to a stop. "I think we should turn around, then."
We approached her car. She handed the keys and soon we entered her family-friendly SUV. After buckling up, and making the proper adjustnts, we were off towards her house.
I eased through traffic with a loose, two-handed grip of the wheel and her favorite radio station pumping pop songs at a bearable volu. She spread across the center console and leaned against my shoulder as I drove; pointing out where to turn and even gave speed limits on certain streets.
"I'm sorry about my friends. I don't think they approve of having drinks with a cute, younger guy," she whispered smoothly into my ear, her hot, tequila scented breath sending shivers through the right hemisphere of my head.
"You don't have to apologize. They don't think much of guys like , do they?" I asked her casually.
"I like you," she whispered.
She opened her lips and gently took my hanging earlobe between her teeth and began to chew and suck on it as I struggled to pay attention to the road. I hardened quickly, my shaft stretching across my lap. I flexed my mber, my jeans stressing.
I stayed quiet until her hand trailed up my chest, past my rapid heart.
"Careful now, I don't want to take out a light pole," I warned her.
"Relax. You're supposed to be fearless, Danny Boy," she chided as she slowly took down the zipper of my jacket.
Her hand continued to roam, those long fingers finding the bulge atop my lap. She took a hardy grip, surprising . My foot stomped on the pedal involuntarily. I quickly realized I was speeding and let up on the gas.
"Poor baby," she joked as her hand rolled over the length of my anguishing erection.
My hands now gripped the wheel tightly. She undid the zipper to my pants. I, of course, shifted my weight to accommodate her hand that drove through the fly of my underwear. After she freed my cock into the cabin of the vehicle, she cooed appreciatively into my ear.
"We're going to play a ga. When it's ti to turn, I'll let you know," she explained, giving my throbbing head a small squeeze to give a hint.
Monts later, her hand moved my tool off and to the left, and began to stroke. Catching on, I pulled into the left turn lane, my eyes struggling to stay open as I groaned at her smooth manipulations. After making the turn, she reached back into my jeans and struggled before retrieving my testicles. Due to the tightness of my pants, my balls spilled out and hung over my zipper.
As we reached straight sections of road, her hand moved down to my testicles, lightly massaging and scratching at them. Her lips now attached to the side of my neck, raising the hairs beneath my hairline as she softly licked and nibbled away, leaving streaks of her lip gloss.
I thought to myself that my roommate should never have this happen to him. He would surely make the "lighter" side of news. He would've definitely rear ended a police patrol car.
My palms slid through the wheel on certain, brisk turns. I looked down once or twice to find beads of my precum bubbling at my tip. Dawn greeted these with a saring from her thumb, leaving my head shining in the dim light of the vehicle. I also made glances at Dawn, who seed srized by what she was performing.
Finally, I turned into her quiet neighborhood. Most of households had already gone to bed. I easily found her house. It was at the end of the street. She signaled this with one final, blurring stroke of my penis. We quickly pulled into her garage.
"I'll have to write down the rules to that ga," I ntioned as the door closed. Tucking myself back into my pants then I turned my face towards hers.
She greeted with a hungry kiss, her tongue quickly snaking against mine as we both exhaled into each other's mouths. She broke away from and began to leave the car. I quickly exited and ran around to her side. Dawn saw coming and quickly leaped into , her long legs hooking together around my waist and her arms around the back of my neck. Our sucking kisses continued as I carried her to the door.
We entered the empty, silent house. I carried her towards the kitchen.
"Wait. The security system!" she panicked.
With a grunt, I spun us around and carried us over to the security panel on the nearby wall. She failed to put the correct numbers in the first ti, but was able to perform the task correctly eventually.
My knees began to shake as I turned her around once more and marched into the kitchen. Her nibbles along my neck continued as I looked off to the side. Her hand found the light switch and I found my target of the kitchen counter.
I didn't take much notice of the house. It looked nicely furnished and spacious from what I could tell. Luckily, she kept her counters very clean. Her small purse fell to the side after I sat her down on the counter. My jacket was torn from my torso and tossed to the floor. I followed suit, doing the sa for her.
We attacked each other once more with our mouths, her hands pulling against her from the hem of my t-shirt. My hands began to work into her blouse. What I thought were buttons earlier on were actually easy to open clasps. With a dramatic tug from both arms, her blouse burst open, and her encased breasts were on display.
"This is best blouse, ever," I comnted with awe on my face.
"Oh, I know, I should have an entire closet of them," she gasped before eliciting a moan, my mouth working against her neck.
Her chin rested against my shoulder as I leaned in close, my hands massaging and exploring her toned, tanned torso. Her bra was lovely. It was erald green, with a light floral pattern of a darker shade on the cups, and a black satin trim. My lips began to work lower, dropping small kisses along her collarbone as my right hand slid up her side. I dug underneath one of the cups, and took her tit into my eager palm. My left hand began to unbutton her tight slacks as my right cupped her breast and tugged against her nipple.
Her hands brushed mine away, and quickly unbuttoned and unzipped her pants. Taking a step back, I began to help her work them down her hips and thighs, dodging her kicking legs. With them finally off and to the floor, I was able to take note of her lean legs.
Playfully, she placed them atop my shoulders. My hands quickly moved to her calves, and I began to slowly massage them as I began to move my puckered mouth along the insides of her legs.
"You can give a massage later," she chortled, enjoying my hitchhiking thumbs.
I chuckled and moved quickly up her legs. I took to one knee in front of her as she moved her ass to the edge of the granite counter top. Her thong matched the style of her bra, and beckoned the gaze with a mint green bow below her navel.
My head found itself nestled between her thighs, and I took in her aroused scent. Heat radiated from her, and the gusset was damp. Her legs opened wide for , and her heels arched down into my back. I planted a hungry kiss upon her satin covered cunt. I began taking long licks over the material, leaving it soggy and stuck against her.
Looking up between her ample breasts, I knew I was off to a nice start. Dawn's head was arched back and blonde locks draped down towards the counter top. Pulling her minimal garnt to the side, I was greeted by the sight of her swollen cunt. She kept my workplace bare, with just a strip of golden hair visible above her pubic bone.
Fattening my tongue, I slowly swirled up her labia. My first bare contacts drew spasms from her legs, her heels clicking against my back. Her lips were quite neat, folding over her hot hole. She took in sudden bursts of air as my tongue found her exposed clit.
I teased her at first with the tip of my tongue, before licking my lips and taking the bud between them. I rocked my mouth against her, sucking her in completely. Her gasps were music to my ears. After feeling around with wet digits, my index finger found her hole and slowly sank into her hot tunnel. The squishing sound of my penetrating finger moved throughout the room.
"Oh my god, I'm so wet," Dawn moaned, matter of factly, her chest heaving.
We locked eyes. I focused on the bulging vein on her forehead after noting the intense desire in her eyes. A second finger entered her, and began to work in tandem with the first, clawing and digging inside of her, finding her sensitive spots.
My fingers worked in ti with my mouth. Her hips began to roll against , her mound tickling against my nose. I picked up the pace then, my fingers sliding faster and faster, her walls gripping against . On one of the gazes up to her, I saw her toned triceps stress as he she held herself up, guttural moans escaping and echoing throughout the vacant ho.
"Fuck now," she commanded as she pushed away, her upper chest flushed and a shine of sweat spreading throughout her body.
I wasn't about to ask any questions as she dug into her purse and retrieved a condom. I undressed entirely, and stood at attention in front of her. My feet felt cold upon the tiled floor and I shifted from side to side as she pulled the condom from its wrapper. She kicked her legs up, and after getting the signal, I pulled her soggy panties from her.
Hopping from the counter, she squatted below , and placed the condom on her lips. My toes arched up into the air as she took my length down her throat, sheathing with the latex protection. She leaped back to her feet and smoothed out the condom, preparing it for her hole.
"I learned that at a couple's workshop," she claid, giving my cock a stroke for good asure.
"Well...I learned this from Brazzers," I responded on the fly, before roughly grabbing her by the shoulders and spinning her around.
I shoved her into the counter, face first. Her, fleshy bare ass exposed to , I wound up my right hand and ca forward with a titanic swat that rippled her cheek. Her blouse, open and still attached to her, along with her bra, flowed from the breeze created by my hands. She moaned and shuttered in response.
Holding her down with one hand, I readied my thick, steely mber with the other. My erection was proud, with every vein on display. I found her hole, and sank myself deep into her. A groan escaped my lips as I pierced through her, heat from her cunt engulfing my mber. A couple lesser swats to her bottom accompanied thrusts that did not start tenderly, but rather, savagely.
"Oh fuck! God damnit!" she roared, reaching back and slapping at my thighs as if I were a horse that needed to pick up the pace.
My hands moved to her hips, and my quick, pistoned thrusts continued. My heavy balls slapped lewdly against her and the joyful sounds of flesh slamming against flesh radiated throughout. I beca focused on her bottom, and how it swayed and jiggled with each thrust, my mber a blurred cylinder. I took heavy and fast breaths, respiring like an aerobic athlete as I quickly beca slick with a sheen of sweat.
"Please don't stop! Give every inch!" she pleaded, her hand reaching over and gripping the edge of the porcelain sink.
I wondered how her husband would walk away from this potential. I quickly moved it from my mind and ca back to my subli reality.
Dawn's obscenities drove to beco bolder. Bunching up her long mane of damp hair, I pulled her back against . In response, her hands moved to her cheeks. She opened herself up, allowing my cock to move more fluidly into her as I tugged against her. Her cunt gripped my mber and leaked onto , coating my balls with a lovely dew of her juices.
"You're so wet, just listen to yourself," I quickly roared, wet squelching noises audible as we noisily fucked.
I let go of her hair, letting her fall back to the counter before grabbing her by the hand and leading her into the dim living room. She walked on stringy legs and wiped sweat from her forehead as we moved from tile to carpet.
"Where?" I asked, looking at the arrangent of the furniture.
"There," Dawn pointed at the arm of the couch between gasps for air.
I took liberties with another swat to her bottom. I shoved Dawn down into the black leather couch, her face resting on a cushion as she steadied herself with a hand on the floor. Her butt was in the air, and her toes barely reached the carpet.
I was back inside of her in an instant, driving her down into the sofa with each aggressive thrust. Her moans were muffled by the couch as I plowed ahead, thankful for the traction given by the carpeted floor.
The back Dawn's blouse clung to her sweaty torso. It danced around in front of . It gave a new idea as I began to sense my orgasm approaching. I grabbed the collar and pulled it down her arms, but stopped at her wrists. I quickly looped the shirt around her hands as many tis I could, trapping her arms behind her back.
She wobbled for balance once I kicked her legs together. This was redied once I held her hands in mine to steady her. Dawn was drawn back like a bow, her face off of the cushion and her feet hanging between my legs.
"Are you comfortable?" I asked between heavy breaths.
"I don't care. Fuck like the dirty slut I am," she squealed back to , looking over her shoulder at with smoldering eyes.
My breath was heavy as I pillaged her tightened entrance. Sweat ran down my face, dripping down onto her as I heeded her request. I now openly used her neglected hole.
The tingle of my orgasm built up through my loins as I fucked Dawn with every asure of lust inside . I couldn't tell that she had already gone stiff. Dawn gripped my tool tighter and tighter still.
"I'm going to cum! Jesus..." She screeched through her teeth. I could feel her legs quaking against the padded armrest.
I tried to keep driving deeply into her, but her impossibly tight hole began to cease, each thrust shrinking shallower. Her cunt pushed out.
Dawn ca, grunting one very long obscenity. She gushed at , and I was soaked with nurous waves of her cum. It began to run down the arm of the couch and sank into the carpet underneath us.
I let go of her arms. She steadied herself on sofa, her head turned to the side as she worked to catch her breath. I tore my condom off with a loud, humorous snap and walked around to the front of the couch.
I began to stroke to my orgasm as I observed her form. Her bra was skewed, erect nipple digging against the leather. Her blouse was stretched and dotted with my sweat. She glowed in post orgasmic bliss. I threw my head back and savored my strokes as my climax worked to a boil.
"Cum on my face," Dawn was able to squeak out in between pants.
My tired legs stepped forward and I dropped to my knees. My cockhead rested on the sagging cushion just inches from her face. She watched through half open eyes. She wiggled loose from the bindings of her blouse and a wobbly arm ca up and lightly rubbed up and down my soaked chest and stomach.
She kept her hand on my tensing stomach, feeling my orgasm approaching through my clenching abdon. I looked down at her through half opened eyes.
"Here it cos," I gasped between ragged breaths full of strife.
My seed raced up my shaft, and jettisoned from my mber. Dawn didn't move, but closed her eyes and let cover half of her face with sen. Volley after volley landed into her flushed face and frizzy hair, the weight of it caking to her hot and humid roots.
After the high volu, high potency load, I had to lean back on my knees. I held myself up with my knuckles, my chest rising and falling rapidly. One stray droplet of spunk hung from my tip before falling to the floor.
Dawn slowly regained her bearings, and sat up on the couch. She loosely closed her blouse in false modesty, shooting a grin. I wish she hadn't. The sight of her heaving, wet and sticky chest was so beautiful to . She closed her eyes and let out a contented sigh, my cum masking one half of her face.
"I should go clean myself up," Dawn said, a finger circling over the field of sen on her face. "If you like scotch, my ex-husband left a bottle in the cabinet next to the fridge," she said, awarding alcohol.
She vanished into the next room and I made my way to my feet. I slowly made my way into the kitchen, and after putting my underwear back on, I retrieved the scotch from the cabinet. I had to brace myself against the counter as I poured one on the rocks. I took it to the living room, along with my cell phone. Plopping into a living chair, I sipped at the high quality scotch and took in the comfortable surroundings I was years away from affording.
Dawn returned, wearing just a new blouse. She smiled down at enjoying my scotch and went into the kitchen. She poured herself a healthy glass of red wine, and then enjoyed it wiping down the combined juices from the sofa.
"By the way, you tasted very good," Dawn stated.
For the remainder of the evening, we talked and had a couple more drinks. After we showered together, I had attempted to call myself a cab, but Dawn, ever the great hostess, dragged off to sleep with her.
We woke up in the mid-morning, and after popping Advil for our headaches and having a breakfast of eggs and bacon, she took back to my apartnt. We exchanged numbers, and I finally went through the front door of my apartnt. Locking it behind , I threw my jacket onto a chair and plopped onto the couch.
Hunter must have heard return. He quickly moved out of his room and took a seat on our recliner. After exchanging stories, I found out that Hunter had gone ho with a blonde co-ed. We did co to the consensus that my story was a bit more glorious.
Hunter and I had the day off and decided to head to the store to pick up so food for lunch. Thankfully, he let drive without much of a fight. As the radio ca to life, we were greeted by Dio's "Holy Diver." Hunter could not help but change so of the lyrics during our otherwise boring, short drive.
"Ride the cougar! You can see her thong and you know she's keen! Oh don't you see what I an!"
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