What are you doing for lunch?

The caller ID on my phone surprised me.

Everyone who needed to know knew that Deb was out of town for the week.

“Hello” I said

“Hi,” with one syllable she sounded nervous.

“Hi”

“What are you doing right now?”

“Do you want the honest answer or one you can share with Deb?”

“Be honest.”

I paused because the honest answer might make her hang-up.

Honest?

Honest.

Well, I’m about to strip down and work on my tan while I read during lunch

How long do you have?

An hour.

OK.

OK? I asked, what does that mean?

It means I’m coming over.

“Are you sure that's a ….” She hung up, “good Idea?” I finished

Now bewildered, curious, and more than a little horny, I stayed on course.

I laid out my biggest beach blanket, stripped down to my boxers, and laid on my stomach and started to “read.”  I really couldn’t read, not with the thoughts that were running through my head and the blood that was rushing to my cock.

I adjusted myself as I grew hard and then had to roll on my back. Relieving the pressure on my erection.

I like my cock, it still gets hard on command after all these years, and a shiny bit of pre-cum was soaking through the thin stretchy material, catching the sun and bobbing up and down as I flexed my pelvic muscles.

Unsure of what might, or might not, happen, I tried to focus on Mitchner, Hawaii, and the ravages of smallpox, all the while lightly stroking myself through the Lycra.

I tried not to react when I heard the squeak of my side gate and the click of the latch when she closed it behind her. A moment later, her shadow covered me.

“Mitchner?” she laughed, “Seriously?”

“It was my mom’s favorite,” I didn’t look at her face yet, but I could see that she was in a short summer skirt and a white t-shirt.

“Well,” she said, taking the book from my hand, “reading rainbow is over.”

She kneeled beside me and kissed me gently, then more passionately.

I held up my hand, asking for a pause.

“Why today?” I asked with a serious tone.

“He’s cheating on me again.”

“He’s always cheating on you.”

She reached up under her skirt and pulled her panties off and tossed them on the blanket beside me. 

“True,” she said, as she swung her knee over me and straddled my face, “but he’s in Colorado again.”

She smelled fresh and clean and wet and sexy.  I gave her a long deep lick from clit to ass.

“OH FUCK.” She moaned.

“Colorado sucks!” I said as I licked her again, tasting the sweet, wonderful tang of her body.

She stripped off her shirt and wrapped her arms around my legs and started biting me through my shorts.

I sucked hard on her clit and she spread her legs, pressing down, forcing my mouth deeper between her swollen lips.

I shifted so I could breathe and talk.

“How long do we have?”

She pulled her mouth off my cock just enough to answer.

“I have to call him from the car in 9 minutes.”

“9?” I asked

“And it’s on video,” she deep throated my cock and came back up for air, “so you have 5 minutes.

“Enough said.”

I pulled her ass open and finger-walked my hands deep between her cheeks while I devoured her pussy. She bobbed up and down on my swollen cock. I felt her tongue swirling around the head of my shaft, swallowing my pre-cum, licking me clean, then forcing herself down on my shaft again.

Her clit was tight and wet and swollen, I got in as deep as I could, knowing what would make her cum, I knew exactly what to do.

I thought of my wife as I ate out her friend, seeing the two of them laughing at soccer, the park, church, and theater, wishing I could take them side by side, longing for the day when my wife could taste another woman’s pussy on my cock.  For now, it was a fantasy, but not for much longer.

My tongue wrapped around her clit as she shifted her body upward, allowing me full access for long deep licks. A drunken confession to my wife during ‘girls night’ gave me the key to the castle, “just eat me” was the key phrase, so I did.

As my orgasm got closer, I tapped her on the ass, a gentle pat to give her the option.

Her choice as clear as she kept me deep inside her mouth

Her orgasm hit first, gushing, wet, quivering and long. I didn’t stop.  I drank her in, licking, tasting, penetrating her with my tongue.

And then, I burst into her mouth, and I could feel her throat massage my cock, pulling out every drop, every spurt.

Panting, she lay on top of me. Spread, wet, pink with pleasure, her swollen pussy hovered over her face. I kissed her gently and she flinched then pushed back again for another.

On her end, she licked me clean, swallowed the last few drops, then crawled off me and checked her phone.

"On time, every time." she laughed and straightened her clothes.

Standing above me, she put out her hand and pulled me up to stand next to her, I kissed her gently.

“He’s a bastard for going to Colorado again,” I said.

I placed her panties in her hand, “but there is an upside too.”

She kissed me again and turned to go.

But then she stopped, turned around, walked back and put her crumpled up panties back in my hand.

“Why?” I asked.

“Give them to Deb,” she kissed me again, “And tell her that I’m ready.”

Theater Meeting (Part 1)

One show finished to great success, if you can count "selling out" a success when you only set-up 24 chairs per show.  But that's OK, it was a small cast, small show, and the actors were all very talented.  The goal was putting on the production, learning the ropes, testing out a new theater, not making money.

Making money in small local theater is never, can't ever be the main goal, because you never make money.

Ever.

My goal, was to flex my set design muscles, get a credit on my resume, and be around her.

Always around her.  That's always the goal.

Sure, at the end she'll give me a $50 gift card and a long hug, but that's just a bonus.

She texted and asked when I wanted to start planning our next show, her next show really.  She was the producer, backer, director, and lead actress. 

"When do you want to meet?" she texted?

"Thursday at lunch," I replied, "or Friday after work. Will Dave be coming?"

Dave was her long-time boyfriend, 10 years her senior, a replacement father figure for a lonely woman who lost her dad to a drunk driver at 11 years old.  Her mom was great, but never fully recovered.  Dave was a nice guy, too old for her, another theater groupie who knew what to say when she was lonely.

"Dave's in Colorado with his brother on their annual fishing trip."

I laughed as I thought about my response.  Dave had never fished a day in his life.  He went to Colorado, smoked pot, talked shit, and went to strip clubs and blew what little money he had for "fishing." I think she knew he didn't fish much, he never brought back pictures from the boat, just the dock at the lack, that looked staged AF.

"I can't do Friday," I wrote, "Thursday works for me.  Carol's downtown all this week, so we can work on the patio while I grill your asparagus"  

As a vegan, she brought her own food everywhere and I learned not to put my chicken on her side of the grill.

She didn't write back for a bit, her job at the amusement park kept her busy.

At midnight, her text came through.  "Thursday is fine."

Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday dragged on.  I could have met all week, but I knew that she got lonely without David, and it paid off.

I dropped her a note Wednesday after dinner, "Still on for tomorrow?"

"Yes" she replied, "What should I wear?"

"Of your own free will?" I asked. Consent was her kink.

"Of my own free will."

"Sun dress, no bra, thin white panties, the blue sandals I like."  I hit SEND.

"As you wish." she said, quoting her favorite movie.

"No" I wrote back, "Answer correctly."

I could see the dots blink, stop, then blink again, until her message lit up my phone.

"As I wish."

"12:30," I wrote back, "Don't knock, go through the gate, sit at the patio table."

I turned off my phone, went into the bedroom, and made love to my wife.  She appreciated my extra passion.

"That was nice," she said, "now I have something to think about at work tomorrow."

I slid out of her, warmed up a washcloth, and cleaned her up.  Kissing softly, we said our goodnights and fell asleep.

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I woke up, kissed my wife goodbye, logged in to work, pretended to be productive, and logged off at noon.  25 minutes later, the patio was clean, the table washed, the clean water of the fountain bubbled quietly next to the fence. I stepped into the house, poured some ice water, and waited.

Precisely at 12:30, I heard her car pull up, the gate opened, closed, and she came into view through the sliding patio doors. She laid out her production notebook, laid out some fabric swatches, her design sketches, and waited patiently.  She was as talented as she was beautiful, and always came prepared.

I adjusted myself, not hiding, but minimizing the growing shaft in my shorts, and opened the door.  

She stood up, opened her arms, and I gave her a long hug.  Ten seconds into our embrace, she adjusted her arms and pulled me closer, pressing her chest to mine, and I did the same.  No longer a hub, but a true embrace, I held her close, buried my head in her beautiful red hair, and kissed her skin.

We stepped back, held hands, and smiled at each other.

"I like your outfit." I said.

"That makes me happy." she replied, "shall we?"  She sat down and bent toward the table and her notebooks, knowing full well that I would look down the neckline of her dress, confirming her obedience to my request.

Her small breasts, bare, tight, were mostly nipple, an A-cup on a good day, she was the sexy girl you tried to keep up with during a 10K race.  You couldn't ever keep up, but the view from behind was just as good until she pulled away and decimated the men and the women in her age group.

I sat next to her and we got to work.

Her designs were beautiful, but impractical to build on her budget, so was always met in the middle.  Fewer trap doors, more moving walls, a window that would drop in from the ceiling instead of stage left, a movable gauze curtain that defined the rift between the husband and wife in the story.  she found wonderful, personal, very human scripts.  She had no interest in lasers or car crashes or murder.  She preferred the quiet killing of broken hearts and frozen relationships.  

When she put down her pen and closed her notebook, I knew she was done with work.

"A drink," she said, "Please."

I stepped into the kitchen, poured a tall glass of water. When I returned, a pair of thin cotton panties were laid out perfectly smooth on the table, the bright white sparkled against the dark wood grain of the table.

I looked down at her and she avoided my gaze.

"Look at me." I whispered.

She looked up, her green eyes had the shine of tears unshed.

I wiped away the tears with the pad of my thumbs.

"Stand." I said.

She obeyed.

I took the panties from the table, kneeled before her, and slipped them up over her strong thin legs.  She lifted her skirt and I saw her freshly waxed labia for a moment until she moved her thighs wider, allowing her panties back into place.

I smoothed out the waistband, pulled gently on the fabric, and settle the thong deep between her cheeks, and let her skirt fall back into place.

"Look at me." I said again.

At 5'8" our eyes met, our bodies aligned, and I could feel her breathing on my chest.

"Why?" she asked quietly.

"Because you have tears in your eyes." I whispered in her ear, inhaling her scent.

"That's not your fault," she said, lifting her face to match mine, "I want this."

"Go inside, wash up, take a drink, pause for a moment, then return with dry eyes and a clear head."

She lifted herself on to her toes and kissed me.  I returned the kiss and released her.

She walked past me, dragging her hand across the front of my shorts, and stepped into the house.  

I put her notebooks, sketches, pens, and swatches into her bag, ensured the side gate was closed, and sat in my chair and waited.

End Part One

FFF - Almost Caught

 

Happy 4th

Word Limit: 95-99 *or* 295-299

Key Words: open, closed

Forbidden Words: spread, shut

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Therapy Journal – July 1 - Evening

OH MY GOD!  Fantastic week. I mean, not the whole week, for sure, I’m sure she’ll mention the fight we had on Tuesday, but that’s in the past.  OK, not completely, but we had a “long talk” on Wednesday and I made myself scarce on Thursday (stayed at Frank’s place), then went home early on Friday!  I borrowed Frank’s suit, drove home and BAM, there she was, naked on the bed, completely surprised, legs open, mouth closed in shock.  We banged one out. She was sooo wet.  I think we are fine now. (99)

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Therapy Journal – July 2 - Morning

Holy Shit.

What a clusterfuck.  Why write it down?  Maybe I’ll use it in court, maybe I’ll throw it at his head.

First, I almost got caught.  Why marry a workaholic if I can’t count on him being at work, where he belongs!  It was close.

But that wasn’t the worst of it.  Monday we got takeout and watched a movie and pretended to like each other, but, when I woke up he was poking my butt-cheek with his dick and I told him I wasn’t in the mood so I got annoyed and stormed out, saw he hadn’t done the dishes (carryout and paper plates? really) AND, his latest Lego set was open on the kitchen table and I blew up.  I shouldn’t have yelled, I should “use my words”, “count to ten”, “don’t buy a gun.”

On Wednesday I calmed down but we had to have “long talk” which went nowhere. I set his golf clubs out Thursday morning, and he took the hint and called his brother Frank, drank too much, and crashed at Frank’s place.

After Frank’s wife texted that he in the backyard, she came over to my place.  FUUUUUUUCK, can that woman eat pussy.

Frank’s cool with it but this was girl’s night. Naked movies turned into “let’s order sushi” then “let’s eat each other’s sushi” and then we crashed out. 

Friday, we laid out naked by the pool, kissed, then she pulled me inside, pushed me on the bed and sent me to heaven.  I was dripping, her fingers deep inside, my thighs closed around her head, when I heard the garage open.

She ran out, he walked in, so I “begged” for it, and boy was I wet.

I think we are fine, for now. (299)

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OK, so that 2nd chapter was 299, but below is a version with 399 because I mis-read the number.  Do you like it brief and to the point or do you like the longer version?

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Therapy Journal – July 2 – Morning

 

Holy Shit.

What a clusterfuck.  Why write it down?  Maybe I’ll use it in court, maybe I’ll burn it, maybe I’ll throw it at his head.

 First, I almost got caught.  Damn him for coming home early!  Why marry a workaholic if I can’t count on him being at work, where he belongs!  It was close.

 But that wasn’t the worst of it.  Monday was fine.  We got takeout and watched a movie and pretended to like each other for a while, but, when I woke up on Tuesday he was poking my butt-cheek with his dick and I told him I wasn’t in the mood but he insisted, so I got annoyed and stormed out, saw that he hadn’t done the dishes (even with carryout and paper plates he never helps) and, AND, his latest Lego set (which we can’t afford) was open on the kitchen table and I blew up from there.  I know, I shouldn’t have yelled, I should “use my words”, “count to ten”, “don’t buy a gun”, blah, blah, blah.

 On Wednesday I had calmed down but we had to have another “long talk” which went nowhere but bought us time to think.  I set his golf clubs out Thursday morning, and he took the hint and called his brother Frank, drank too much on the back 9, and crashed at Frank’s place.

 After Frank’s wife texted that he was safely ensconced in the backyard, she made her excuses and made it over to my place.  FUUUUUUUCK, can that woman eat pussy?

Frank’s cool with it and hinted at watching us, but for now, it was girl’s night. Naked movie night turned into “let’s order sushi” which led to “let’s eat each other’s sushi” and after a few a while we just crashed out. 

 Friday, we laid out by the pool, got rid of our tan lines, and after a light lunch she pulled me inside, cranked up the A/C, pushed me on the bed and sent me to heaven on her wonderful tongue and fingers.  I was dripping, edging ever closer, her fingers deep inside, my thighs closed around her head, when I heard the garage open.

She slipped into the office then out, giggling.

 He walked in, so I opened up, “begged” for it, and boy was I wet.

I think we are fine, for now. (299)

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Totally egotistical to ask you to read two versions, but I'm always curious.

While "Brevity is the soul of wit", a few extra words can also help.

Now, go see who else played along

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A close Shave

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Word Limit: 100-110 *or* 300-310

Key Words: smooth, smart

Forbidden Words: bush, bare

Are you sure you want to film this?

More than ever.  I trust you.

Why?

Because this is obviously your house.

So?

So, if the pictures get out, then we both go down in flames.

So, a MAD strategy?

MAD?

Mutually Assured Destruction

Geez, how old are you?

Smart enough to know better

That makes two of us.

So how about we put the camera down, why risk it?

Because I need to know this really happened

What do you mean?

Right now, it feels like a dream, a dream that should never end

Then hit record, and let’s get going.

Make it smooth, make it yours

As you wish. (110)

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Again, I might come back to add another version, but for now, this captures a memory perfectly, and if it's a memory of something that never happened, it still makes me smile.

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OK, I found time for one more.  Enjoy!!
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I need to be perfectly smooth.

Why?

Because I want tonight to be special

Every night with you is special.

(She laughs) You flatter me

That’s my job, isn’t it?  To help you feel like the most beautiful woman in the room.

Thank you

(They kiss)

But tonight, she’s going to be in the room with us.

Are you still ok with that?

Yes, but I am nervous.

Why? 

Well, let’s think, she’s younger than me, skinnier than me, way smarter, and well, she’s a she.  It’s a lot to deal with.

Listen, I can cancel with a single phone call.

No! (She smiles) I don’t want to cancel, you said be honest, so I’m sharing how I feel.

That’s what makes you so wonderful, brave, daring, honest, and absolutely beautiful.

There you go again.  Now, get back to work.

Are we taking it all off?

Every last hair.

Why?

Because I don’t anything between my skin and her tongue.

Go on.

I want to feel everything, I want to taste everything, and I want her to do the same.

Keep Going

This is my first time, our first time, I want every sense on fire with anticipation.

What’s my role in all this?

Encouragement, light touches, a bit of direction, a hint when things slow down, and lots of snacks.  And water!

What’s going to happen first?

Talking, laughing, lots of kissing, and a few pictures.

And then

The clothes go off, and we get it on.

Cute.  Then?

Then? Oh, everything, fingers, tongues, toys, everything! Is anything off limits?

Not a thing. Anything off limits for me?

No, but I do have one request.

And what is that my love?

Can I be blunt?

Please

I want you to get her pregnant.

Really?

Yes

And why is that?

I’ve always wanted to be an aunt.

Sounds wonderful.

Yes

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Lexi

Sassy (I hope)

Anger and Invitations

 Flash Fiction Friday
Word Limit: 190-200
Key Words: spread, head
Forbidden Words: red, dread

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The bedroom door slammed open.

Who’s are these?

I don’t know!

You lying sack of bullshit!  Marcie’s?  Francis? … Charlie?

She gasped at the thought.

Are you fucking my sister?

She stormed towards me and took a swing, but she’d never thrown a punch, and I swatted it away. I redirected her rage and anger and she spun in the direction of her misguided fist, falling onto our bed.

I took advantage and pinned her to the duvet, straddling her waist.  I wrestled her to her back and settled my hips against her stomach, my damp towel falling off. She tried to headbutt me and caught my temple and we both yelled out.

My feet hooked over her thighs, and I spread her legs and pinned her wrists behind her head.

You cheating shit!  She tried to headbutt me again, but I was ready and when her head dropped to the bed I rocked forward and kissed her hard releasing my hard cock.

I stuffed the panties in her mouth.

Can you taste her?  I’ll let you guess who, but I’ll give you a hint.  She wants you to join us next time.

She inhaled around the panties and smiled. (200)

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“I want you to put these on me.”

“Now?”

She cradled my cheek in her hands, and I leaned into the touch.

“Yes,” she whispered, “now.”

She looked at me and smiled.  Her pale skin and light eyes shown through her stage makeup.  My heart was pounding and a tear formed in the corner of my left eye.  It was closing night, she was leaving for the Conservatory for voice training in the morning, and I was going back to real life.

“No tears” she said, “just a stage, a goodbye, and long letters.”

But I knew she wouldn’t write, she never called, not a single text, just radio silence to my bumbling pursuits.

Yet here we were, backstage, hidden behind the forest cottage set, my panties in her hands.

“Now”

I kneeled in front of her.  The music was starting, the house doors opened, the noise was rising.

She lifted her skirt, bare flesh was revealed.

Her hand guided my head forward and she felt my tongue spread her open, more delicious than I ever imagined.

The fanfare covered her cries, then the silk covered her skin, and we were done.

One performance ended, another was about to begin. (200)

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Lexi

Sassy

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