Saved By Deborah – Part 2
By
Rob McCall4
This is the second part of a multi-part story of an adult love affair and the joys that second love can bring.
All persons depicted in sexual acts are at least 18 years of age and consenting adults.
© 2023 RMcCIV & Rob McCall4 – All Rights Reserved
I woke up Monday morning in paradise, laying in the comfort of an amazingly soft pillow-top, four-poster bed. My head was on a pile of plush feather pillows on smooth as silk bamboo sheets, luxuriating under the warmest down comforter I have ever experienced. It was a daisy yellow cotton with a pattern of leaves and flowers perfectly enhancing the trees, distant mountains, and blue skies outside of the windows, and it was so gosh, darn toasty, and sinfully cozy at that moment I was planning to never leave its warmth. I could hear birds flying and chirping throughout the area and, somewhere in the distance, the sound of rushing water.
Deborah rolled over, and her hand grazed across my chest as she cuddled up towards my left side while slinging her leg over me. Her smooth thigh slowly rubbed mine as her shapely calf sculpted the back of my leg. She pulled closer to me and nuzzled her way into my neck, resting her head on my shoulder with little kisses wherever her lips could find.
Her hand started lightly caressing my pecs, making patterns with her nail in my chest hair, then circling my right nipple with the same nail making it tighten while sending shivers down my spine directly to the head of my cock.
She rolled over further for a loving kiss. Her exploring hand snaked its way down my abdomen as her tongue found mine. It wrapped itself around my entire package, firmly cupping my balls as the heel of her hand ground against my cock until I was standing at full attention.
I leaned over and gave her a kiss. “Good morning,” I said.
She returned the kiss, still half-asleep, “Hmmm, morning.”
I caressed her raven black hair with my left hand throwing a bit of it back away from our faces as my right reached down to the one getting busy on my junk. “Let’s slow down and cuddle for a while. Is that okay?”
I got a sweet, sleepy smile. Deborah’s hand started a soft, lazy stroking of my cock as my hand found her breast. My finger etched a tantalizing trail around her nipple until I wrapped my hand around her. I laid there marveling how perfectly sized her breast was for my hand, large yet as firm as a young woman’s. Her nipple delightfully started to poke against my palm under my soft caress.
We laid there for a bit, both in our own dreamy states away from the stresses and noise of our lives, safe in our cozy bed sanctuary high in the mountains, with our phones on sleep, and my kids safe and sound with my mom until I started to roll over onto her. She invitingly parted her legs as I settled in between them, the hardness of my cock entering her silken vagina.
Her pussy inhaled me, soft and welcoming and tight yet needy at the same time. I continued sliding in until my balls rested gently upon her ass, swollen and wanting to come. We kissed tenderly for a while. Deborah reached up to my head, ran her hand gently through my hair, and looked at me with adoring eyes. She kissed me lightly and said, “Lovely.”
I pulled out my full length teasing her entrance with the head of my dick, feeling her wetness. She put her hands on my ass, shoved me back in, and we began to make love in the cozy bed high up in the mountains until Deborah came softly, biting my shoulder, and I emptied myself deep inside her womb.
I collapsed upon her, and we laid there caressing each other. I looked into her smoldering green eyes and said, “Let’s run away and never leave here.”
“Wouldn’t that be nice…” and we both fell back asleep with Deborah’s head on my shoulder and in my arms.
–#–#–
After a shower and a hardy breakfast, we took another morning stroll through the woods, with Deborah telling me even more about the area’s picturesque beauty.
“As I was saying, there are over 300 different kinds of birds around here?”
“Let me guess, you know each and every one of them,” I said with a smile.
“No, silly, but when I was a kid, my mom and I got pretty good at spotting them,” she pointed over to the right. “See that guy right there? That’s a Steller’s Jay. There are probably more of them than any other kind.” She pointed higher up. “And that one up in that pine,” I looked over. “No, not that one over there,” she pointed. “That’s a Mountain Bluebird.”
I spotted the bird. “But, they’re both blue. How can you tell?”
“Look at the Mountain Jay’s back. It’s all blue. The Steller isn’t. The collar is gray.”
I checked out the bird and could see the difference. “Got it. How cool that you know all of this.”
“Yeah, it was one of mom’s passions.” Deborah stopped for a moment closing her eyes, the memory overwhelming her emotions. I put my arm around her shoulder as she leaned into me gathering herself.
“We should have brought the binoculars,” Deb said with false bravado. “Next time,” and we started walking again.
“Anyway, this is the wrong time of year, but in a month or two, if we’re lucky, we’ll see falcons or Red-tailed Hawks. Some folks up here have even seen an eagle.”
“Now, that’s really cool,” I said. We started walking hand-in-hand again.
“There’s deer, of course. They sometimes come up to the porch for food and the obvious things like squirrels, raccoons, and rabbits.” She swept her hand across the horizon, “And foxes and coyotes.”
“Coyotes?”
“Yeah, they used to keep their distance, but with so much of their habitat gone, they come down looking for food. People have to keep their pets in at night now.”
I nodded my head.
“We have mountain lions too. Now, that’s a big deal when they come down here into civilization. It always makes the local news.”
“I bet.”
We continued walking until it was time to go. Back at the cabin, we packed, closed it up, including turning off the water just in case of a freeze, and headed home, hoping to be there no later than 3 pm.
Satellite radio, small talk, and some pre-planning for the coming workweek helped pass the time with wandering hands occasionally playing and edging each other, but no orgasms. Well, except for the one my right hand gave Deb rubbing on her enflamed clitoris while going 65 mph on the interstate. Her screams were probably loud enough for the cars next to us to hear.
The final two hours flew by, singing to our favorite songs. Deborah filling the car with her gorgeous alto and my croaking along.
“How about Karaoke next weekend?” she said. “I know a fun spot with a great bar.”
“That bar better be pretty great if you expect me to get up and sing in front of strangers.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll protect you up there. You’ll see it’ll be fun! “You’ll be Gladys Knight, and I’ll be the Pips.”
“Wait a minute, I’m Gladys Knight?” I sputtered. “I’m Gladys Knight?! Why am I Gladys-fucking-Knight. Why aren’t you?!”
“Well,” she impishly replied. “I always thought it would be fun to be a Pip.”
How could I say no to that smile?
We made it to town, and I dropped Deborah off at her condo first. We sat in the front seat of my SUV, kissing and petting like young lovers parked at Lover’s Lane on a first date. I had my left hand inside her blouse, caressing her ripe breast, wanting more. The fact that she had my hard cock out of my pants and was jerking me off while we made out wasn’t helping.
She licked her way to my ear and, after playing with it for a bit, said, “I want you to cum as my goodbye gift for a wonderful weekend.”
“Here?! What if somebody sees us?
“They’ll be jealous.”
“But what if we get caught?”
Her hand sped up. “And who is going to catch us? J. Edgar Hoover? Elliot Ness? Oh, I know, Kate Beckett and Castle!” Her hand started pumping faster, causing the head to swell and making my pants rather tight.
“Deborah, if you keep this up, I’m going to cum.”
She squeezed my cock tighter as her fingers and thumb started to rub over and down the ridge driving me mad. “I’m going to cum.”
“Good.”
“No shit,” I panted. I’m cumming!”
And her head dove into my crotch, inhaling my cock as I burst, swallowing my entire load.
Deborah sat up, still swallowing and rubbing the back of her hand across her mouth, cleaning up the drips, and reached for a deep kiss, our tongues mingling as she shared what was left of my cum in her mouth and tongue. It was thick, salty, and bitter but sweet. Our tongues danced together, unwilling to break the kiss, but it was time to go.
I carried her bags up to her front door, she let herself in, and with a last goodbye, I finally split to go home.
Driving the couple of miles to my house, I took a few large sips of water. I usually am not a fan of a cum kiss. I thought of them as “OK” in moments of passion, but with Deborah, it was different. It was more than okay. I wanted to share everything with her, and I wanted it because it was the essence of the two of us mingled together. And that was the moment I realized I was in love.
Chapter 2
I was hoping to return in time to share dessert with the kids, and I’d phoned my mom from the road, asking her to save a piece of pie for me. I made it home with plenty of time and walked through the door to a cacophony of “Daddy! Daddy!, Oh, Daddy’s home! Grandma, Daddy’s home!” and all the rest as the kids came rushing towards me with raised arms, peals of glee and laughing faces. I dropped to my knees with open arms to bring them into me and loved everyone to their heart’s content.
I looked up at my beaming mother and said, “Thanks, mom. I owe you one.” She waved that away with a motherly flip of the hand.
“What did you bring me?” chirped Carly.
“Yeah, daddy! Did you bring us anything?”
I opened my shoulder bag and said, “Well, as a matter of fact, it did.” I reached into the bag, pulled out a pine cone and a small pink quartz rock with three or four crystals, and placed them in front of Carly.
I rubbed Carly’s head and picked up the pine cone. “Cutie Pie, this is an actual pine cone from Hunter Lakes. Here smell it, but be careful,” and I showed her the points on the ends of the scales and then held it sideways. “Here, smell it, but be careful.” She did with wide eyes. “See! It smells like the forest. Birds, squirrels, and even owls may have sat on this pine cone. I’ll help you put it in your room, and you will be able to smell the forest when you lay in bed and when you close your eyes at night for beddy-bye, you might hear the birds singing you goodnight.”
I picked up the quartz. “And this is a special piece of pink quartz Deborah picked out just for you.” That made Carly smile and even blush a bit. “Deborah told me she wanted you to have it because it is known as ‘the love quartz,’ and if you put it on your dresser or bookshelf and point it towards you, it will fill you with happiness and love. I thought it could live on top of your small bookcase. What do you think?”
Jumping up and down gleefully, Carly thought the same thing. The sloppy arms thrown around my head and the childish kiss from my daughter made it all worthwhile.
I turned to Ken, pulled out a 2nd pine cone, and handed it to him, saying, “Careful. This has the same kind of needles to stick you, so be careful. okay?” smiling proudly, Kenny nodded yes. “Now, this pine cone is different.” I looked him in the eye as if it was important. “This pine cone came from a different part of the woods. Do you want to know where?’ Ken was all ears. “This one comes from higher up the mountain where the mountain lions and bears live. And the black bears sometimes eat pine cones up there.” Kenny stood there with his mouth in a large “O” in amazement. “Who knows? A bear may have been thinking about having that pine cone for dinner, but I got it for you!” He held the cone like a valuable treasure.
“Didn’t you get Kenny something rocky thing too, Daddy?” queried Carly.
“As a matter of fact, I did, and I pulled out a 1” square polished quartz crystal with rounded edges and a tiny angel etched in the middle.
“Kenny, Deborah bought this just for you at a local store up at Hunter Lakes. They told us that if you kept this in your pocket and rubbed your thumb and finger on it when you needed it, the angel might bring you luck. They said it could be your lucky angel, and Deborah wanted you to have your own angel with you every day.”
He was beside himself and looking at Carly, I started feeling a little guilty about not getting her one too, but she started aiming her “pink quartz where she thought her heart was. I knew all was good.
“Who wants dessert?” I said, heading towards the dining room to a chorus of, “I do, I do.” As we sat down, I looked at the kids, and mom was serving her homemade cherry pie. “Okay, so what did you do with Grandma this weekend?”
With another cacophony of young voices talking over each other, I heard about the park and McDonald’s (I’d have to talk to mom about that later), watching one of their favorite videos, “Frozen,” yet again, and then Carly said, “Colt won me a pink teddy bear at Playland.”
“Colt?”
“Yeah! Mommy’s friend, Colt. Mommy said Kenny and I should call him Colt.”
Ken looked at her, aghast, “Carly! Mom said not to tell anybody.”
“But Daddy asked, and I want to show him, Pinky.”
“Pinky?” I asked.
“Let me get him,” and she ran out of the room.
I looked at my son. “Mom came over here and got you two?”
“Yeah,” he said, becoming scared of the possible consequences. “But we’re not supposed to even tell…”
I looked at my mother. “Mom?”
“Michael, I couldn’t stop her. You know how she gets. Janet was in one of her moods, and he seemed like a nice enough man.”
“Really, mom? A nice enough, man?! Come on, he broke up my marriage, for Christ’s sake!” I shook my head. “I don’t believe you let them go??!!”
She looked crestfallen. “What else could I do?”
I knew she was right, grabbed my cell, kissed her on the head reassuringly, and walked out. I had Janet on the phone before I hit the living room. She finally answered on the fifth or sixth ring.
“I told you not to call me! What’s your fucking problem now?!”
“Really? My problem. Listen to me. I’m tired of this shit. You promised no contact with him, but you brought him here to the house anyway and took the kids… You what? Don’t give me that. You know the terms of the agreement. It was not your day, and there’s no contact allowed with him!”
I paused to listen to her scream some more.
“I don’t care. Lie all you want. I don’t give a fuck. And to think I tried to give you the benefit of the doubt. Tomorrow I’m going to get an iron-clad restraining order against you and and that asshole!”
I stood in the middle of my living room with Janet threatening me in every which way until my blood started to boil. “I don’t care. It wasn’t your fucking day.”
The screaming got worse. I had enough and blew my top. “You’ll do what?! Stop threatening me. Really? You’ll get me? Get me? Well, I’ve got news for you, Janet; if I see him in my house or anywhere near the kids, I’ll fucking kill him! Got that, you lying bitch!!’ and slammed my phone into the carpet.
I didn’t know Kenny was there standing behind me, crying. “Dad,d,d,dy,” he said, shaking like a leaf. “We didn’t mean to get into trouble. I swear we didn’t.” He was sobbing so hard and so upset I dropped to my knees and grabbed him to my chest as tight as I could.
“Don’t, don’t, ki-i-i-ll anybody, daddy.” His tears became uncontrollable. Finally, “I don’t wa-a-ant the policemen to put you in jail.
“Oh honey, no one’s going to put me in jail.”
“Bu-u-ut you said…” I was rubbing Kenny’s head, trying to get my act together. “Yes, sweetheart, I said a lot of bad things. Bad things I shouldn’t have said. Some bad words I shouldn’t have used, and I am sorry.” I took Kenny’s shoulders and looked him in the eye. “Kenny, I’m sorry. Daddy was mad at mommy, and I said some words I shouldn’t have said and didn’t mean. You know how sometimes you are mad a Carly, and you say things you don’t mean because you love your sister. Right?” He nodded his head. “I’m not going to kill anyone. Those were stupid, grown-up words. No one is going to put me in jail. I promise you.” I stood up and offered my hand. Hey! Let’s get you all cleaned up and find Carly and Pinkie. Sound good?” Kenny nodded, and I swept him into my arms, sticking him out to fly like Superman, and started trotting through the room, bringing a laugh as I carried him to Carly and Pinkie’s bedrooms.
Chapter 2
I had a restless night’s sleep. One of those nights where I kept waking up because I couldn’t turn my mind off thinking about everything I had to get done the next day, which started at 5:45 am in my shower, at least 15 minutes before my alarm was scheduled to ring. It never did because I turned it off at 5.
I remember seeing screen legend Fernando Lamas on one of those late-night talk shows when I was young, being questioned by the host as to why he was straightening the crease in his pants as he sat down. To which Mr. Lamas replied, “Because it is better to look good than to feel good.”
As one of Hollywood’s great Latin Lovers who married swimming superstar Esther Williams, maybe he was on to something. In any event, that comment struck me and always stayed with me. I was thinking about Fernando Lamas as I picked my wardrobe for the day, feeling like shit thanks to lack of sleep, unprepared for my first day back after a long weekend, and my anger at Janet and her boy-toy Colt. Colt, sheesh! I’m sure he gave her many a good ride.
In my favorite slate blue shirt, charcoal gray slacks, and in a nod to “looking good,” slate blue argyle socks that matched my shirt, I put my best face on and woke the kids up with a sunny face and warm good morning hugs. Breakfast and off to school later, I was driving to work and on my phone with Nancy’s Kent office, asking to speak to her.
She was already in court, and her assistant took down my desires and promised a return call as soon as possible.
About 15 minutes from the company parking lot, my phone pinged with a shot of Deborah’s naked pussy, her left leg on the driver’s seat, and her skirt put over her thighs. Her fingers on her left hand were parting her vagina slightly, showing me her clit between the soft lips that unfolded like damp, delicate pink flowers glistening in the morning’s light. The text read, “To start your day off right after a shitty night, xoxo.”
I have never mastered texting while driving. I feel very unsafe doing it, and so I rarely do, but I hit a “kissy face” and smiled the rest of the way into my designated space.
“Good morning, Mike,” boomed my boss, Carolyn standing at her office door. It was the two of us and a small smattering so far this morning.
“Will you do us both a favor, grab us a cup of coffee and join me in my office for a moment, and she walked in, leaving the door open in welcome.
“Welcome back. How was the long weekend? Refreshing, I hope.”
“Sure was. I’m telling you, it was just what the doctor ordered. Seriously, Carolyn. Have you ever been up to Hunter Lakes? It’s glorious.”
“Yeah, Steve and I ski there every season or two. It is.” She took a sip of her coffee, one sugar, light creme, trying to look boss-like. “And Deborah, did she enjoy it?”
I smiled, “I guess, considering it’s her family cabin that she grew up in and now inherited.”
She looked at me sternly. “So, she invited you without the kids to her cabin, and you left the kids at home?”
“Yep.”
“Interesting.”
I laughed. “You know Carolyn, you have always sucked at this hardass boss stuff ever since we started working together eight-nine years ago,” and she laughed. We broke into a friendly discussion about the lodge, exploring the lakes, and our activities. Sans the intimate ones, of course.
We had started at the company together. I was a junior wannabe in the department, and Carolyn was a fledgling assistant for one of the department heads. We hit it off immediately, but I was already married to Jan, so no hanky-panky. Instead, we became close friends. She always aspired to do big things in the corporate world, which I hated. Well, hate might be too strong a word. It wasn’t for me, being a creative type. Over the years, we both made it up our personal professional ladders supporting each other along the way. We made a good team. She ran the department, and I ran the show on my side.
“But Mike, we need to talk about this.”
“I know and was going to talk with you today.”
“You know there are no policies against in-house dating as long as it doesn’t interfere in the workplace and it doesn’t involve someone and their superior. It’s a challenging environment. Everyone is on edge now about the possibility of coercion, and she reports to you.”
I waved my hand. “Carolyn, I get it, and you know I respect it. Deb and I became friends first. Come on, the three of us had a couple of lunches together, and this was all her decision. Talk to her. I honestly believe it is what we both need emotionally and spiritually right now. Hell, you nurtured Deb through her own divorce not that long ago. Not everyone can be as lucky as you and Steve,” and I gave her what I hoped was an earnest look.
Carolyn looked at me long and hard. “Promise me you’ll keep this on the down low?”
“Of course!”
“Good. Let’s go get some more coffee.” And we walked down the hall to the kitchen together, talking shop.
“You know you’re not excused from the 3 o’clock business/affairs meeting…
“Yeah, yeah, yeah…”
Chapter 3
There was a constant parade of people and questions at my workstation that morning. A pain in the ass but part of my job, and I’ll admit it’s one of the things I like about our workplace. People talk to one another. It is not all email communication and silence like so many offices nowadays.
Our department had a constant buzz of creative activity, brainstorming, and sales all over the floor. I liked it. We had a Japanese-style workplace with most of us in a large open bullpen ringed by conference rooms that folks could use for privacy as needed.
Between the questions, the projects, and the prep for this afternoon’s meeting, I looked over at Deborah when I could, sitting there working, occasionally throwing her hair back with a casual flip that I had learned was a concentration habit. Sometimes she’d walk her perfect apple butt across the floor swinging the light gray pleated skirt she thankfully wore today, and except for the occasional friendly smile, she showed no indication that three hours ago, she sent me a pussy pic. More than once during the day, I had to shift uncomfortably on my stool to hide my growing hardon as Deb leaned over her desk because the backlight from the offices behind her put her perfect breasts into silhouette with a slight hint of nipple.
It was so crazy being the first day back; when I looked at the time, it was already 2 pm, so I ran to the office commissary, grabbed a ham and cheese sandwich to go with a Coke, and plopped outside with a few files for a quick bite and final review of the numbers.
My phone pinged again. Before I looked, I made sure the coast was clear. The text said, “Think of me in your meeting.” This time she was in a stall in the ladies’ room, her skirt up in front so I could see some thigh, her shaved crotch, and her spread pussy as she was fingering herself. The minx had one hand up inside her while fingering her clit. She was dripping, and her wetness was shimmering.
It took all of my professional concentration to focus solely on the meeting that afternoon since every time I looked up, I could see Deb right across from me at her workstation in the bullpen. (I made a note to myself to switch to the other side of the table next week.) We wrapped, I rolled out for a few more questions and a few notes to my art director on a project, gave Deborah a sly wink, and then with a casual wave to the room, ran out to a busy family schedule.
Between picking up the kids, soccer and youth sports, dinner, bath time, and bedtime, I wasn’t sitting in bed in my pajama bottoms until close to 10 pm with my iPad on my lap and a mindless murder mystery by my side.
My phone rang. It was Deborah. “Hi, sweetie. I was waiting until I thought the kids would be in bed.”
“Perfect timing. I miss you already,” and we chatted a bit about the coming week.
“Oh really,” Deb play-pouted. “No nights until the weekend?”
“You know how it goes. Big kids’ week, including those two school assemblies we talked about.” I decided not to go into the legal stuff against Janet I hoped to bring to court this week. “But nothing’s stopping us from lunch and work stuff. That is if we can keep our hands to ourselves like today.”
“Well, I hope I made it at least hard for you to work today,” she teased.
“It’s not fair of you to use the word hard.”
“Oh, did Little Mikey come out to play?” I heard a tee-hee being stifled on the other side of the phone.
My phone pinged again. “Hmm, what did you send me this time?”
“Why don’t you take a look. Do you need me to teach you how to use your iPhone to talk and look at the same time?”
“When did you become such a wiseass?” I said as I was switching over to see the pic.
“When I met you,” Deb’s replied as I looked at the most glorious pair of tits I had ever been lucky enough to see and hold in my hand.”
“How’s Little Mikey doing now?”
I clicked my phone to “selfies,” lowered it until my balls and raging hardon were in the frame, took the pic, and sent it, hopefully to Deborah and not someone else on my contact list. I heard the ping!
“Oh! Is that for me?”
“You asked how my cock was doing.”
“He looks so lonely. Want to play?”
“Oh, Deb, you know I do, but we can’t tonight.”
“Sure we can. Hotchat with me? You must have done that with Janet while you were on the road.”
“She liked Skype. We always Skyped. I thought it was alright.”
“Okay, do me a favor, put the phone down, lock your door, kill the overhead light and come back to me with your AirBuds in your ears and your hard cock in your hand.”
I got back on my bed nude with a throbbing cock, a tube of K-Y by my side, and my phone on the nightstand. “Ready.”
“Close your eyes and tell me what you want to do.”
“Deb, you know what I want to do. I want to make love with you.”
“No, you don’t. You want to fuck me.” A pause. “Say it. You want to fuck me.”
“Yes, I want to fuck you. Oh God, you don’t know how much I want to fuck you.”
“Hun, close your eyes and think about my tits. They are naked, like the pic, and in your hands. I need you to kiss them, caress them, make my nipples hard and erect as you kiss me.”
I couldn’t get Deborah’s breasts out of my mind; Her size, the firmness, the slightly puffy nipples with the tantalizing pink areolas, the small mole on the right one, and her tall, erect nipples, trying to imagine what it would really be like to have them in my mouth as we started to grind against each other.
I grabbed my cock, squeezed some lube on it, and slowly started to jerk off. “I need to grind my hard cock against you as we make out,” I whispered.
“Oh!” Deb said. “I know that squishy sound. You’re jerking off. Aren’t you.”
“Uh, yeah. Wasn’t that the idea?” I said, moving my hand up and down my cock, starting at my mushroom head, squeezing it, slowly moving down, lingering on the ridge underneath, all the way to the base, and then back up again.
“And are you nude and playing with yourself too?” I asked.
“Yes, I am.” There was a noticeable change in her breathing on the line. “I feel your cock between my legs. Your head is teasing my dripping lips and burning clit.
I played with my cock some more, thinking about Deb’s juicy sex starting to lubricate the head of my cock.
“I want you to eat me. Imagine that your tongue is slowly going down my tummy to my bare pussy that’s screaming for your lips and tongue. You start to lick my
delicious pussy. First, up my pink folds to my clit, then you roll your tongue around it and move your hand up to spread my hood the way you like to do. Finally, you suck my clit into your mouth, kissing it and loving it.”
I could hear her breathing getting deeper and faster as she spun our fantasy. I was leaking pre-cum and worried I would pop right then and there, so I pulled back and started edging myself.
I heard a moan on her end. Deb said, “Are you as hot as me?”
“Yes, I’m really close.”
“Don’t you dare cum before me,” she said. “Got it?”
“I promise.”
“Tell me what you want to do. Mike, tell me your biggest fantasy.”
“Fucking you right now.”
“That’s not what I mean. Come on. Be honest. What do you want to do the most right now if you could?”
“Well, errr.”
“Come on, baby. I want to hear it.”
“Well, don’t be mad. I really, really want to fuck your ass.” I paused, waiting to hear how she’d react. “You asked. I want to put my cock in your ass. I fantasize about it every day, watching you walk around the office. I watch that perfect ass of yours walk around all day. It makes it difficult for me to concentrate.”
“Yeah, I know. I watch you too.”
“Really! I’m that obvious?”
“I don’t think to the others, but yeah, I see it.
“Oh,” I said a bit sheepishly.
“So Mike, if I lifted my knees up so you could see my ass, you’d licked it and then put that big, fat cock in me?”
“Shit!” I thought as I shot a bit. I shoved my hand down to the base of my shaft and squeezed it as hard as possible to prevent my cumming then and there.
“Deb, if you were here in my bed, I’d do it right now!”
“Then you’d better move down to my pretty, little asshole and start to eat me and get me ready. I’ve never had anyone as large as you in there. Lick my ass, baby. Tell me about it,” and I heard a guttural sound emerge from Deborah’s side. “Tell me.”
“I stick my tongue out and slowly trace my way down your pussy to your ass,” You lift your legs up to give me access. I spread your cheeks and look at your rosebud. It’s winking at me. Pink and inviting. I want it. I need to put my cock in you.”
“Yes, baby.”
“I stiffen my tongue and put it in your ass. I fuck your ass with my tongue. It gets you hot, and you loosen up, and I think you’re ready. I slide up and put the head of my cock on your ass. I spit on it to lube my cock some more and slowly push it in.”
“Oh yes, keep going. Don’t stop! I’m going to cum. Fuck my ass, Mike. Fuck me and cum in my ass. Oh, fuck me. Fuck my ass deep. I’m going to cum. Cum with me. Cum in my ass.”
And in my fantasy, my cock had spread Deb’s ass wide and was pounding her as hard as I could. “I’m going to cum. I’m going to cum right now!” I shouted.
“YES!!!!!!!!!!!!” was all I heard on the other end of the line as my cock erupted, shooting gigantic jets of cum
“I’m cumming,” I panted as I shot up my stomach and chest five, six times, one giant blob landing on my chin and lips. I licked it off and announced. “I came.”
“Let me see it.”
“What?”
“I want to see it. Send me a pic.”
I put my phone down by my crotch, pointed it up, took the pic, and sent it.
“Oh, that’s fucking hot. Fuck, that’s a lot of cum. Maybe next time I’ll let you actually fuck my ass, and that will be inside me.”
“Saturday?”
“Oh yeah. Most definitely.”
We paused as the two of us cooled down and cleaned up. At least I cleaned myself up and assumed Deborah was doing the same. Sadly, it was late and time to say our goodnights.
“Shall I take you out for dinner on Saturday?” I asked. “How about The Graystone Grill for a couple of steaks or someplace for sushi?”
“What if you came over here and I cooked for you. Let me surprise you.”
“Sure. Wonderful. I’ll bring the wine.” I said.
“Then you’ve got a date. Night, sweetie. Sweet dreams. I’ll see you, ugg, way too early…”
“Night, baby,” And I hung up the phone.
Chapter 4
Nancy Kent finally called me around 7:45 am the next morning while I was shaving.
“I’m so sorry, Mike. I hope I’m not interrupting something.”
“No, not at all,” I said, wiping the shaving cream off my face with a towel.
“I meant to call you yesterday,” she continued, “But the judge, in this case, has been absolutely impossible. Please forgive me. Trish filled me in on the basics. Take me through it all, including Janet violating her visiting rights and the episode with her boyfriend and the kids.”
I did. Blow by blow.
“Okay. Got it? Anything else I need to know about? Please, Mike, you’ve got to tell me all of it. Every detail you can remember.”
I rapidly went through it again, taking extra time on the details of the phone call. “So,” I asked.” “Can we get a restraining order?”
“That I don’t know. She is their mother, and that still has weight in the courts. I’ll tell you what, I’ve got to get back into court, but if you can keep your cool for the next 48 hours, I will find a sympathetic judge and see what I can do. Okay?”
“Okay.”
And she hung up.
I was sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee and eating yogurt when mom came in and fixed herself a cup of coffee.
“Are the kids getting ready?”
“Yes, dear. They’ll be down soon. Mike, you looked stressed.” Mom put her hand on mine. “Can I do anything to help?”
“Oh, mom, I wish there was. You’re doing it. I couldn’t make it through all of this crap without your help with the kids. You’re a Godsend.” I looked her in the eye. “Thank you, mom,” and the kids burst into the rooms, talking a thousand miles an hour while they sat down and poured cereal into their bowls.
The day and the rest of the week blew by, and before I knew it, Saturday was here, and I was knocking on Deborah’s condo door with a bottle of white in my left hand and a bottle of red in my right.
Deborah opened the door, looking beautiful and ready for anything.
Her jet-black hair shined from the foyer light behind her. As she broke from our hug and kiss and stepped back into the space, the light traveled over her hair, giving Deborah a halo for a moment as her ears sparkled with stars twinkling from her diamond earrings. I had to pull her back and kiss her again, my hands roaming her 5′-4″ body until one landed on her breast, cupping it in a loving caress.
She broke away again, took my hand to lead me into her living room, saying, “Trust me, there will be plenty of that later!” dropping my hand and sashaying into the room with aplomb.
Once again, Deborah was dressed to the nines wearing a charcoal gray rainbow sequin sweater that dazzled with candy colors over another short, but this time, a double-pleated light gray skirt, tight around the waist with a tantalizing button and zipper in the back. I watched her walking back into the room, amazed at her easygoing but totally glamorous look.
I was pleased to see she hadn’t forgotten the sheer black stocking. I assumed they were thigh-highs.
“Are you going to stand there all night staring, or will you join me?” she said, turning her head with a smile, and we moved into the tastily furnished living room.
Sitting on the couch with the wine poured and dinner in the oven, we cuddled and cooed between olives, cheese, and crackers, kissing, nibbling, and wandering hands. It wasn’t long before I was on top of her, having spread her legs and my bulging black jeans resting on her crotch.
“I believe you did say something about grinding,” I said as our hips started dancing with each other. We made out, losing shoes, a few closed buttons, and Deborah’s lipstick until she put her hands on my chest and, pushing me up, said, “Mike, do you want this delicious dinner I’m cooking for you to get ruined?”
I didn’t, and we got up. I straightened her skirt and headed into the kitchen and dining area as I attempted to situate my hardon into any comfortable position.
I walked into the kitchen, and it smelled delicious. “Wow! That smells great!” I looked over at her, standing seductively in the kitchen, all of my senses overwhelmed, and said, “So, Chef Deborah, what are you serving up for us this evening?”
She slowly looked me up and down, her eyes stopping on my crotch for a long moment as she theatrically licked her lips. “How about we find out together,” And she reached in with her wine glass and clinked mine.
More to come