“Did you hear back from Beardy? Can’t believe you sent it!”
Her blood turned to ice, Beardy? No! She didn’t?! She quickly looks through her sent messages, nothing. She breathes a sigh of relief and messages Lucy back.
“Lol very funny, i wasn’t that bad last night!”
A reply immediately comes back in, this time a photo. It’s a picture of her phone, clearly taken by Lucy and on her screen clear as day is a message addressed to “BS”
“Can you come round tonight?”
Another ping and Lucy fills in the blanks
“You sent it after the third glass in the pub, you deleted it immediately only Sharon, i think you only deleted it for you, pretty sure it got sent!”
Well Fuck. Fuckity Fuck Fuck Fuck. Beardy was sort of an in-joke, A one night stand from almost 15 years ago. Well not even really a one night stand, more like a transaction. Back then she had briefly worked with a woman called Jane, it was only for a month, maybe two, but they’d got on pretty well and once or twice had gone for drinks.
One particularly messy night Sharon had been lamenting her love life. She’d been so career focused she’d never really had a boyfriend, and her last brush with romance had been a horribly regrettable drunken one night stand about a year before. A guy twice her age who had taken her home, shoved his half limp dick in her, with zero foreplay, thrashed around like a fish out of water for about a minute then rolled off and gone to sleep. It had all been over before she really registered it had started. She didn’t even stay the night, leaving his house feeling hollow and frustrated. Jane had listened to her woes and at the end of the night had written a number down on a napkin.
“Call him, he’s sweet. Trust me, just drop him a message and name a time, even if it’s only once, i promise he’ll make you feel like a princess.”
And one fateful day a few weeks later, after a couple of lunch time drinks with the girls she had done just that. She’d felt weird about it, this idea of having a man come and what, service her?, but she was tipsy and horny and in a fuck it kind of mood. She’d messaged a time and her address and he replied saying okay and he would bring dinner, and asked what she liked.
There was a local Italian that did a great Carbonara so she had given him the name of the place and her order. He turned up that night, bang on time. When she opened the door she was pleasantly surprised. He was handsome without being striking, a few inches taller than her 5ft 8in frame, a sturdy yet slim figure, slim not skinny. It looked like he worked for a living rather than worked out. He had close cropped dark hair and the one stand out feature was his beard, a well groomed, shaped beard of curly black hair. He had a rucksack with him, but there was no sign of the take away food she was expecting. He smiled at her, a warm friendly disarming smile.
“Hi?”
“No names”
She didn’t know why she had said it, she hadn’t intended to but now she had she felt safer in it. It was an illusion she knew, he knew her address for god’s sake, but not knowing names would make it feel more like the transaction it was. He nodded in acknowledgement, there was maybe a hint of frustration, possibly confusion in his eyes but she decided it didn’t matter.
Even if this wasn’t how it normally worked, it’s how it would work for her. She turned and invited him in, he enquired where the kitchen was and set off in that direction. As she joined him there she could see he’s already started laying out ingredients from his bag, and was opening a bottle of wine. He poured her a glass and handed it to her then instructed her to go put her feet up in the living room, give him half an hour and he would let her know when dinner was ready. She had sat, listening to music and the general clammer of cooking coming from her sadly underused kitchen and her stomach started to rumble at the smells emanating from the doorway.
Almost exactly thirty minutes later he called her into the kitchen, he’d laid her small table, table cloth, cutlery plates everything had clearly come from his bag as she didn’t recognize any of them. He had been prepared. She sat, and devoured one of the best carbonarra’s she’d ever tasted. It wasn’t just as good as the local italian, it was far better.
They chatted casually as they ate, and had easy relaxed conversation. He did most of the heavy lifting, finding topics she was open to talking about and providing balanced, well reasoned opinions. By the time he dished up some Tiramisu for dessert, with a small smile and an apology that this part was store bought, she felt completely at ease in his company. After dinner he had cleared the table, washed the dishes and restacked everything into his rucksack. She had looked on, admiring the ease with which he worked, confident yet understated. She hoped his demeanor carried as easily into the bedroom.
When he’d finished packing she took his hand and without saying a word led him to her bedroom. Knowing that this was going to happen anyway, that she didn’t need to worry about judgment she stripped her clothes and stood in front of him. He leaned in and kissed her.
It was a soft, gentle passionate kiss that sent a tingle down her spine. It had been unexpected, but as she kissed him back she realized it was definitely not unwanted. Placing his hand on the small of her back he guided her down on to the bed, their lips never breaking contact. Once they were both lying down, her fully naked and him still fully dressed, his hand started to explore her body.
It brushed down the side of her face, traced the length of her neck and briefly came to rest cupping her right breast. Her nipples were fully erect and his thumb gently traced the outline. Over taking by a sudden eagerness she took hold of his hand and moved it from her breast to between her legs. He ran a finder down the length of her vagina and slowly pressed the tip into her.
She gasped in delight, both from the pleasurable sensation but also the anticipation that this time she might actually get some attention herself. As his finger started stroking the roof of her pussy he thumb moved over her clitoris. He continued to kiss her passionately, his tongue chasing hers while his finger and thumb stimulated her. Her climax came quickly. She moaned into his mouth as her lower body shuddered.
“Thank you” she whispered.
“I’m not done yet”
And with quick powerful movements he got up moved to the bottom of the bed and with his hands under her thighs he lifted her body weight and pulled her towards the bottom of the bed. Then he knelt on the floor, put his head between her thighs and gently sucked on her clirotis. Her breath rushed out of her lungs in a gasp.
“Oh Fuck!”
His movements were gentle but efficient, in what felt like seconds she felt her body again racing towards orgasm. He didn’t make much noise, quietly working between sucking on her clit and working his tongue over and around it. A steady even pace which let her body enjoy the sensation without feeling like it was being lapped at by a thirsty dog. He clearly knew what he was doing and she was loving every second of it,