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The Unexpected Call
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The Unexpected Call "Hello" I answered my cell phone, which I seldom do anymore when I am at home. I usually keep it plugged in and on a shelf when I am home, but I had it beside me when it lit up and I saw the number. "KFC, I know we just had a raucous time Monday, but I got to go back to Birmingham early Friday Morning and I was wondering if you are free this afternoon?" the voice was sweet on the other end. "I do love morning sex," I said to my friend. "I thought you were staying until next Monday?" "Well, I am coming back if all goes well, but I have a with a HUGE flower bed to plant, so I am leaving before 5 am Friday morning and I know you are not available on Thursdays...well, and I am not sore anymore...are you?" The mischief in her voice was undeniable. "Damn girl, when have I ever refused you?" I asked jokingly. "Never, but I thought I may have wore you big ass out Monday?" she said with a smirk. "That you did pretty little woman," I responded. "That you did. But you know, given a couple nights to recover, I think I am good to go. When you want me to come over?" Knowing I was filthy from working in the yard, planting some new hibiuscus into pots and fertilizing, plus helping the lawn mower man get my mower on his trailer to take and change oil and get fixed. "Is right now good?" She demanded. "As soon as I can shower and shave and change clothes into something decent. I been working outside," I told her. She greets me at her door thirty minutes later without a stitch of clothes on except for some black nylon stockings and black patten leather high heel stilettos. She stepped back and the light from the doorwat streamed in to see her beautiful body....five foot nine inches...long brown hair down over her shoulders..it seemed as if it had grown in length three inches since Monday. Her breasts were pink and stood out from her body, a sign that she had been fondling them in anticipation of what was to come. As I stepped in and closed and locked the door behind me she came close for an embrace, kissing me hard on my lips...as I opened my mouth to breath, she forced her long tongue inside. I wondered what else she had been playing with, so I stepped to one side and with my right hand I felt between her legs....soft and freshly shaved...no stubble...the way I like it...and as I inserted one fnger, then two, she let out a gasp of delight....and I knew she had also been rubbing her clit. I brought my dipping stick fingers to my mouth and licked the sweet froth off my fingers and whispered in her ear, "So sweet....you been waiting for me with a lot of anticipation?" Her breathing was heaving her breasts up and down as she murmured something about needing to get off, so I laid her on the carpet in front of her sofa where the sunlight was pouring in from the windows high above the living room. I got between her legs and dove right into her moist flesh with my tongue. Her outer lips already swollen were huge. As I probed inside her there was much thick, gooey, fluid meandering out and her moaning wa slouder, as was her breathing..."No one eats pussy like you do." Her talking did not deter me from my desire to make her cum and squirt her liquid all over the carpet. She was reaching up and bending her torso up to grab my hair in her moments of exstacy, but I had had a haircut and my hair was too short for her to really grab. It is my summer "short" hair crew cut. I was not in a mood to talk. To be honest, I was a bit physically spent from all the outdoor work this morning, but not wanting to miss an opportuunity to play with this gorgeous married woman...who knew when she would be back into my life again? I mean, she has been absent for as much as 8-9 months at times. I knew she was not mine, but was patient to accept her when I could. With no restraint she hollered out, "FUCK...goddammit, fuck me now KFC" and I fisted her with my right hand, as I had done monday. I knew what she needed. I knew my little phat five inches could not give her the satisfaction she craved by having intercourse with her. She knew my size...that is the body size of my big frame and that my skills were oral skills and hand use skills and communication. Yes, communication. Sometimes when we played, especially after we've both exhausted our sexual desires, we'd talk about anything and everything for hours cuddled up. Seldom did we worry about eating or drinking. If we were dry mouth, it seemed as the other realized and kissed and renewed each other's moisture. She'd told me all about her struggles with a cheating husband football high school coah in Hoover and how they were seperated...he had his "thing" living in their house and she had bought a house in Bessemer where she entertained. She worked hard when weather was just right and lately with the coolest Spring in years, she had managed to work overtime and had such a healthy brown tan and her hair was so light brown from being in the sun. She was sweet as gold, but could be a real bitch, I knew, when she did not get her way. I cimplimented her, gave her what I could...tried to be patient. I had never known anyone quite like her...so passionate, but at times so distant. Over th epast couple of years, I learned to wait for her call...or text to meet. I never initiated anything. But when we did meet, she always wanted me to "take her"...in her words. Sometimes it seemed rough play and violent, but never any bruises or bites or marks....just rough passion. Sometimes she would break my skin on my lips as she bit me kissing. And sometimes when I got on her clit and sucked it hard when she came, she would drive her finger nails into my back skin. I never spanked her. Never hit her in anyway. But she spread her legs for me and let me lick her for hours at a time....usually until she would clamp her legs around my head and say, "Enough." Today was no different. We never left the floor..it was cool, quiet, and provided all we needed for an afternoon of pure sexual delight...and then the phone rang and I would not answer...it was my wife...time get home...I never expected the time to pass so quickly! |
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