Long Jacket

She wore high black heels and a long black jacket. The day was warm, breezy, too hot for a jacket.

She hadn't been touched in months, nearly a year. She was hungry. Nervous.

She knocked.

He sat in a chair. He wore khaki pants and a white t-shirt.

He looked at his phone. He hadn't been touched in months, nearly a year.

His body was shaking a bit, the anticipation and nerves tempered with a deep desire.

She heard him move, heard the click of the door.

The door closed. She was pushed against it. There lips met. Fire.

He unzipped the jacket.

She wore a think white tank and tiny black cotton panties.

His mouth was on her chest, tongue teasing a hardened nipple. Her hands in his hair.

His kisses floated down her stomach, to her thighs.

His tongue traced a line to her knee. Then kisses danced up her other leg.

Back down.

His mouth encircling her ankle. His tongue teasing the high arch of her small foot.

He stood again. Their mouths met and locked and their lips explored, exploded.

She felt the heat of his desire. Unzipped his pants as he grabbed her ass to pull her even closer.

He led her to the bed. Pulled her panties down and watched her take a seat.

His mouth focused on her thighs, kissing, licking, tasting. He delighted in her response, loved the smooth skin, the sweet taste.

His tongue parted the folds of her pussy... tasting the salty-sweet heaven. Light pressure on her clit, lips and tongue and desire. His whole mouth made love to her. He was relentless. He felt her near climax, and she felt a perfect suction, a sensation she'd nearly forgotten.

As she let herself go, he licked more gently, absorbing all she had for him.

He stood, kissed her lips, let her taste what she'd done to him.

She pulled her tank over her head, threw it on the floor.

His mouth on her breasts again and then she pushed back.

Her eyes went to his now throbbing cock.

She licked her lips and then he felt her tongue flick against his engorged head. The taste of his pre-cum ignited her. She took all of him in, then back out. Then licking up and down his thick shaft.

As she circled his head with her lips and tongue, she looked directly at him. The sight of her, this beautiful woman he'd wanted for years, nearly sent him over the edge.

He told her to turn around, and her ass was in his face.

He tasted her ass, teased her. She then felt his cock against her anus, then down.

He was inside her, her heels still on.

She begged him to fuck her, to fuck her hard.

He gave all he had, pushed deep, held himself there.

His hands now on her breasts, pinching and twisting her nipples.

Her pussy was incredibly wet and yet her grip was tight, intense.

He found a rhythm, pounded hard as she screamed for him not to stop.

She felt his mouth on her neck, felt his teeth bite her shoulder. She heard him grunt and felt him pulsing inside her.

His hot semen flowed and he held himself there, their bodies lightly sweating.

He let go, popped out. He collapsed on her back and turned her head to his, tasted her still desperate kiss.

As they lay together, he began to stroke her back, massaging her shoulders.

He straddled her, admiring her firm ass. As she relaxed, she raised her ass to meet him and each time she did, she made sure to tease his stiffening cock.

He turned her over, looked straight into her green eyes, and thrust his cock deep inside her again.

This was just the beginning. A stolen moment that would lead to more.

Borrowed Sugar

He snaps the pictures with his phone and sends them off as instructed. He waits. Dark circles of sweat already forming on his red polo shirt. He looks out the tiny window in the small space he rents. Some months, he actually makes the rent payment. The landlord says nothing as the building is old and the air conditioning barely works and she wants to present a somewhat full building to prospective renters.

He sees the number, knows what the call is. He answers. A few questions and a promise of a call back.

Fifteen minutes after he's sent the pictures and filled out a very short application, he's told he can get $400 in cash at a nearby store. He says yes.

His phone tells him the nearest location is just over a mile away. He walks in the July heat as driving would mean giving up a treasured parking spot.

He returns and finds that the air conditioning on his floor is now working. He removes his shirt and uses napkins from the men's room to pat his body down.  He stands near the vent and shivers as he is cooled.

He takes off his belt and leaves his shirt untucked. Opens the laptop and finds something resembling work to do.

A knock.

She's here. They never kiss. She doesn't like kissing.

He sits back behind his desk, she sits in the large, comfortable chair across from it.

Her voice. It is her voice that draws him in. Arouses him. He can't explain it, but when she talks, he is moved. His body reacts.

She is fifteen years younger, blonde curly hair, large breasts.

She's on her knees now, rubbing his thighs. He unbuttons his khakis, she unzips them.

Massaging his cock through boxer briefs, pulling it out.

He stands, pushes them down.

His cock is hard and the head is glistening with precum. She strokes it as he watches and smiles.

Teasing him with her tongue, tasting the saltiness.

He reaches down, urges her up and she removes her dress. His lips on her breasts, hungry, desperate.

She moves back down, his cock on her body.

He's back in her mouth, she's devouring him.

Hand in her hair, eyes closed, he's letting go. For one or two minutes, he allows himself to let go. As he becomes absorbed in the experience, his cock grows larger, pulses in her mouth.

He holds her head close, holds her still, thrusts and explodes and more and more. She's steady.  When he removes his cock from her mouth, she licks it, uses her fingers to wipe up the cum, licks more.

He pulls up his pants, zips. He sits in the chair behind his desk.

His head light and fuzzy and wonderful. He looks at her, she smiles.

She makes up some reason she needs to leave and at the door, he hands her a small envelope with a crisp one hundred dollar bill inside.

She's there and gone in fifteen minutes.