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“Dude, seriously?” “Yup,” I say, while taking a sip of my beer. Jerry is very enthusiastic about my weekend transgression. I told him what happened because, I couldn’t hide the stupid grin on my face. “And you spend the whole night with this chick?” “I did.” “I never thought you’d have it in you, man. Congrats!” “Thank you,” I say, still smiling like an idiot. “So what now?” “Going to see her again, two weeks from now.” “Jesus! That good, was she?” “You have no idea.” “And what about V?” “What about her? I’m sure she’s had a fun weekend without me.” “Yeah, but you can’t keep this up, man. Living in the same house while fucking someone else.” “From what I can tell, she’s been doing it for a while.” “But still. Why stay at all? Isn’t that just going to mess, both of you up?” I pause a minute, shocked by the level of maturity coming from my, forever bachelor friend. “Damn dude, I haven’t thought all this through yet. Can’t you just let me have this one.” Jerry backs off and says, “hey, all the more power to you. The stupid grin suits you.” The conversation turns when some shortstop gets pitched out for the third time in a game. Like we are the best coaches in the world, we tell the players and coaches on TV what to do. They seldom listen. The evening winds down, our team has lost and the burgers are gone. I thank Jerry, who again tells me, that this is the place to go, if I decide to leave. “Dude, one more thing.” “What is it Jerry?” I ask. Not sure he’s going to have anything good to say since his alcohol intake has far exceeded mine. But again I’m surprised by my friend who gives me some mature and helpful advice, ”get that stupid grin off your face, before you get home.” “Will do, thanks.” On the drive home, I practice. People dying, losing my job, natural disasters, golf. The boring and terrible subjects flow through my mind. Just as I think it is working, Sandra’s face contorted in ecstasy makes an appearance. The vision is so strong I have to slow down in order not to crash. Also the corners of my mouth have moved up. I’m grinning again. How does Veronica do this? I pull into the driveway and see the lights in the home are on. She’s definitely home. I’ve hidden my pack in the tool cabinet of my car, so that’s safe. Now the smile. Walking to the door, I work on getting rid of it. Concentrating I almost ring the doorbell, instead of using my keys. I enter to find Veronica in her sports outfit sitting at the dinner table. She turns and smiles at me, “I was just about to leave you a note.” She’s almost beaming. I guess she had a good night and or day, as well. “I’m off to the club in a few minutes. How was the hotel, did you sleep well?” “I was alright. You do anything fun?” “I went shopping with Charlees and stayed over at her place. We had a girls night.” Charlees was her Jerry and I’m pretty sure that, if she spend the night with Bruce, Charlees would cover for her. Thick as thieves those two. Not that I has any reason to be angry about it. I gave up the moral high ground yesterday. We are on equal footing now and I have to say, it feels kind of good. “Sounds like fun. Buy anything nice?” I never asked, but I couldn’t resist. “Uhm…” Gotcha. But she restores herself quickly. “Uhm… no, couldn’t find anything I liked.” “Well better luck next time.” “Hope so.” “Why not lock it down right now,” I think. “You can try again two weeks from now, I have a meeting out of town.” “Excellent! I tell Char,” she’s beaming while she says this. “Well I got to go. See you tonight.” “Have fun at the club.” Passing me on her way to the door, she gives me a kiss goodbye. Something she hasn’t done for a long time. When I’m sure she’s gone I get my backpack from the car and remove the dirty clothes. An item falls out I had forgotten about. A blue, frilly laced, pair of panties. My heart stops and the past day flashes before my eyes. I pick up the pair and unable to resist, put them to my nose and inhale. The sweet aroma of my new lover fills me up and strengthens my memories. I stand there in the laundry room for a minute or two just breathing her in. When the movie playing in my mind, gets to our goodbyes in the parking lot, I remove the garment from my nose and place it back into the pack. The pack goes into the car and the laundry is done with extra scented detergent. On my way to bed, all I can think of is Sandra. That becomes especially true, in the shower. The water is flowing over me and my hands extend outward, trying in vain to find her. Once in bed my friend makes a tent of the sheets. However he’s had so much release the last days, I’m not inclined to handle him. “Thinking of you.” I turn on ESPN after having sent this. Nothing better than a sport channel to get you, out of the mood. A few minutes into the day’s recap, şişli escort my phone chimes in. “Me too. Can’t believe, we have to wait two whole weeks.” “Found your little gift, while doing laundry. I spend a few minutes just smelling you. Hope that’s not weird.” “I haven’t eaten anything yet, because I can still taste you.” “That’s kind of hot.” We chat for a few minutes however deciding not to make it to overtly sexual, because of our over sensitive love parts. After about ten minutes we sign off. I don’t notice Veronica coming home because the next sensation I have is the feeling of drool on my face. Upon inspection, I figure out that I must have really been out for the count last night, because I’ve drooled on my pillow. I sit up to find myself alone in bed. My mind wanders to Veronica sleeping with Brad. Still glad to find that doesn’t bother me. I get up to find Veronica working in the garden. I never got that about her. It’s a hobby she picked up, a couple of years ago. To her credit, she has transformed the garden, from a bunch of tiles and rocks to the garden of Eve, apple tree and all. Because neither of us can just sit in a corner, texting like smitten teenagers, conversation between Sandra and me, is painfully slow and due to the pace, boring. More status updates, than anything else. I’m doing this and then that, and so on. By the end of the night we decide not to drive each other crazy like this the rest of the time. Making an appointment to have a nice talk seems like a better idea. It’s set for Wednesday night. My interruption will be at the club or wherever and hers is playing darts. The next few days are a grind. Work is blissfully busy, which kills time and provides an excellent distraction. When Wednesday morning roles around my friend has finally recovered from the weekend and I promise that if he behaves himself today, he’ll get a good spanking tonight. When I’m at my desk I receive a text. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t resist.” Before I can respond a picture of a pair of breasts fills my screen. I quickly scan my environment. No clue why, I’m alone in my own office, it’s an automatic reflex, I guess. I look back at the screen and stare at the beauties. My mind goes to the memory of my mouth on those nipples and Sandra’s moans of joy. Just then my office phone rings. I put the cellphone face down and answer it. During a conversations about debt to equity ratio in the developing markets, I hear my cell buzz a few more times. My cock doesn’t know what to do with himself. Up or down, work or Sandra, debt or boobs. He’s never been this confused. When the work call ends I grab the phone to find out what she’s sent. “I would like a picture of your naked chest, please.” “And yes, I realize you are at work. So am I.” “Send it, or I’ll keep distracting you, all day.” The last message is followed by an evil smiley face. “My god, you’re evil. Gimme a minute.” I stand up and before I leave my office, I lay my cock to the side, reminding him of our deal, hoping he won’t spring up. Rushing to the bathroom I’m almost stopped by one of my colleagues, who I can wave off by expressing an emergence. I get into a booth and listen for a few seconds. I think I’m alone. Turning off the audio, I place the phone on the closed lid and start to undress. I go all the way down to my underwear and snap a selfie from the neck down. After sending it, I get a response thanking me and telling me I can go back to work again. The rest of the day passes uneventfully, I do however have to muster up, the will of a thousand men, in order not to look at that picture. Getting home it’s once again one of those days that Veronica just doesn’t seem to want to fuck off. Going through twenty different outfits, I think, “he’s not going to care what boring plaid skirt your wearing.” Finally she’s chosen one and is out the door. I’m alone! I grab my phone, which I left on quiet mode to find there are already two messages waiting for me. “Waiting 4U” The second is another picture. This one is of her naked upper body and smiling face. Mister happy is no longer confused and stands at high alert. I undress, jump into bed and text back, “I’m here.” “You took your sweet time.” “Not me, she wouldn’t leave.” “How rude!” “Indeed. You look sexy!” “I’m not wearing anything. Not even makeup.” “So, that is sexy!” “Show me how sexy, you think I am.” I get what she means and I aim the camera on my phone down, where I’m standing at full attention. “Good answer!” “Are you free to talk?” My question is answered by my ringing phone. “Hi.” “Hi.” “I’ve missed you.” “I’ve missed you to.” “You look like you’re in need.” “If only you were here.” “Do you have my gift near you?” “No, it’s in the car.” “I dare you to get at. Right now, as you are.” “And what do mecidiyeköy escort I get if I do this.” “Besides my smell.” “Yes.” “Another picture.” “Deal.” I get out of bed and rush downstairs. When I open the front door and hit the alarm button on the car keys she asks, “are you really naked?” “As the day I was born.” “Now that, is sexy.” I grab the pack from the car and rush back inside. Up in the bedroom with her panties on my face, our conversation continues. “I believe I’m owed something.” “It’s on its way.” I get more then I was promised. A small video plays of Sandra pleasuring her pussy. “My god, that’s hot.” “Tell me you’re doing the same.” Apparently I have some catching up to do. I start with vigor. “I am now.” “I want your lips on my pussy.” “And my cock in your mouth.” “Sixty nine. That’s two new things, we’re going to do.” “You’re still serious about doing,..” “You bring that gorgeous cock of yours and I’ll bring the ass.” “I can’t wait.” We’re both breathing heavy. “How far off are you?” “Not very.” “I’m on my hands and knees, while you take me from behind. God! I want you so much!” “I grab your hair as I thrust forward.” “Oh!” “Spank yourself!” I hear her hand land on flesh, with some force. “Again!” Once more I hear her flesh come into contact with her hand. This time it’s followed by a stream of undefinable words hidden in a long moan. Through this I make out one word, “cumming!” “Me too!” I enjoy my orgasm while looking at Sandra’s little movie. I feel the cum shooting onto me, almost reaching my neck. When both of our breathing slows she says, “another first for you.” “Never had phone sex?” “No. It’s nice, but now I just miss you.” “I wish you were here with me.” “Mmm… me too. Your cock inside me, slowly getting smaller and your cum warming my insides.” “That sounds like heaven, cause right now it’s just all over me.” “Picture!” I oblige. “That is so hot. Just imagine me licking it off you.” I’m done for now, but Sandra wants more. While describing what I’m going to do to her and ordering her to execute various activities she screams and cums again. Both satisfied, we talk about the small things. The day, work and Easter weekend. Because of this, we have to wait a whole week before we can do this again. We try to match some free time on Sunday but it doesn’t fit. Long before Veronica comes home, everything is cleaned and put back into its place. I fall asleep lonely but satisfied. Easter weekend is turning out to be hell on earth. On Sunday I’m forced to make an appearance at the club. It’s so deadly boring. I can’t find a squash game to save my life, in the end I’m resigned to play a round of golf. It’s that or spend time with Veronica and her fuckwit friends. The day does pick up somewhat, when on the back nine, I run into mister Bruce van Hooyten himself. With still no desire in me to hurt this man, we say our friendly hallo’s as we play through. Back at the main building while stowing my clubs I hear, “So Dillon, how did you make out?” It’s Bruce, he’s got balls, I’ll give him that. If I was shtupping someone’s wife, I wouldn’t start up a conversation with the guy. “Not great, 12 over. You?” “About par.” “You must be here more often than I. “I do work in the occasional round.” “How’s Mary?” “Oh, you know her. Practically lives here.” “Sounds like my Veronica.” My Veronica, I don’t even feel that’s true anymore. But the expression on Bruce’s face is fun to watch. “Yes, how is your better half?” ‘Like you don’t already know.’ “She’s fine. You know, work, club, garden. Keeps her busy. We should get together some time, the four of us. Have brunch.” Bruce is now clearly getting uncomfortable and ends the conversation with, “yes, well, I’ll have Mary set something up.” Walking away, I think to myself, “sure you will.” In the main hall, a banquet is setup. The one upside of this place is the food. I load up a plate and see Veronica working the room. She’s in her element here. Gliding from table to table, all smiles and hugs. Most of it is so insincere you can tell from across the room, none of these people really like each other. I have to get out of this environment. And I don’t just mean for now. All I can do right now, is escape home. I walk over to Veronica and tell her. Initially she’s quite annoyed but when I tell her she’s more than welcome to stay, she cools off a bit and when I mention my conversation with Bruce and the impending brunch plans, she backs off completely. “You want the car or are you going to take a cab?” “I’m already a bit tipsy and plan on getting more so.” With a polite smile I say, “I’ll drive then.” “Would you mind checking on everything for tomorrow?” “Sure, no problem.” “I’ve made a list, it’s on the fridge.” “Got it. Have fun.” I walk away. Tomorrow, her parents come to visit. It’s not that I hate them or they me, but we have nothing in common. He’s a retired banker with one sole hobby, boating. The man can and will, go on and on, about every tidbit of nautical nonsense he’s come across. I’ve tried so hard, to avoid the subject but it’s near impossible. Give the man a question about the weather and you get a sermon about some new weather gizmo he’s installed on his yacht. Veronica’s mother is like her daughter, a country club socialite. The only difference is that their club has a harbor. They’re flying in tomorrow morning and staying until Wednesday. Oh, the Torture. At home I get the list, off the fridge. It’s mostly shopping and getting the house ready for guests. Somewhere toward the end of the afternoon it’s all done and I wait for my pizza to arrive. During the day I’ve chatted a bit with Sandra, who has a house full of guests. In passing I mention my trip to the airport in the morning. “That’s only a fifteen minute drive from where I live.” “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” The phone stays quiet after that. She’s probably busy with dinner and my pizza has just arrived. During my solitary meal, a chime rings and I get excited. This is quashed by a message from Veronica, informing me she won’t be home till late and asking if everything is ready. “Everything’s done, you have fun, dear.” “Thank you. Don’t forget to pick up my parents.” “I won’t.” The phone beeps again, “can you talk, now?” This time I call her. “Quick, I’m in the bathroom,” she whispers, “what time do you have to be at the airport?” “Eleven AM.” “Can you be there sooner?” “Sure.” “There’s an abandoned shopping mall close by. I’ll send you the details. Meet me there at nine.” “You got it.” “Got to go. See you tomorrow.” “Can’t wait, bye.” I own a station wagon, so I figure that’ll be the best place for us. From the attic I grab a crate of blankets and place them behind the driver seat. I leave in the morning and race to the location given to me by Sandra. I get there, a good ten minutes early to find an empty parking lot. I get out and fold down the rear seats and use the blankets to create a makeshift bed. I check my watch and text her. “I’m here.” A few seconds later I get back, “drive around back, there’s an opening into the building.” I start the car and do as I’m told. When I reach the other side of the building, a ramp leads up to an open door. Once inside I see another car. I rush up next to it and see my beauty getting out. I run to meet her as she does the same. Our bodies clash and lips touch. Through the swirl of tongue and heavy breathing words like, Hi, want, need and back seat, fly around. We stumble towards my car where, I open the tailgate. “Came prepared I see.” “Call me boy scout.” “All right mister boy scout. Lead the way.” We get in and clothes start flying of my body. Sandra is almost taring them off. When I’m fully naked she pulls back. Hunched over me she says, ”that’s what I like to see.” “Your turn.” She’s wearing a dress, like last time. She pulls the straps over her shoulders and pulls her skirt up. The dress lingers in the middle, to leave the rest of her naked. “You’re still a site to behold.” Sandra smiles and finds my backpack. She removes a condom and wraps it around me. “I’m sorry, I’m in need. We’ll do a long slow session next weekend but for now….” A sharp intake of air stops her from speaking as she guides herself over me. No fancy positions, just her on top of me. Our most intimate parts colliding as our tongues fondle one and other. The car begins to shake and the windows fog up. We make love like this, neither of us wanting to change in fear of giving up the closeness of our bodies. “Oh, God, already!” “Not me.” “No meeeeeee!” Sandra begins to shudder and her motions become more direct but less frequent. Her kisses stop and she raises her head, presenting me, with her neck. I eagerly suck and kiss the exposed flesh. When she calms down, our eyes meet and she begins her motion again. Smiling we stare into each other’s eyes. Holding eye contact until we cum together. After the rush has died down, we lie entwined, kissing softly. “I needed this, so bad.” “You needed this, I’ve been walking around all week, with wet panties.” “That sounds sexy.” “For you maybe, for me it’s just annoying.” “Well, I hope this helps.” “It will for today at least.” “How is your awful Easter shaping up?” “In-laws are all over my house. Loud and obnoxious bunch. This is such a welcome relief.” “I’m about the get my fill of them.” “Poor you.” Satisfied we fall asleep in our naked embrace. I’m awoken by the ringing of my phone. “Fuck!” Sandra, jumps off me and I look at the device that has woken us. Its eleven fifteen. The plane landed already and the call is from Veronica, probably asking where I am. “Shit, I’m supposed to be at the airport already!” Scrambling to get my clothes on and help Sandra out of the car, I set the car up for my guests.
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