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THEADVENTURES OF HARRY CHAPTER SIX
You’d think I could get the chapter headings consistent and then of course there is the out order issue. Maybe someday I’ll go back and rearrange them. But I digress. It’s time we met Barbara.
I mentioned before that we worked for the same company but in different departments. We met when my group decided to go out for happy hour one Friday. Someone knew people in sales and invited them. Barbara was in sales and she came along. We hit it off pretty well, but made no plans or anything like that. I had a steady girl at the time and her status wasn’t discussed.
I didn’t see her for a couple of weeks due to our mutually hectic schedule. Both of us traveled and worked long hours. In the meantime, I broke up with my steady. It was a friendly parting after a discussion of our life plans. The short version is I was a total hedonist and had no life plans other than to continue what I was doing; getting laid, getting stoned, getting drunk, dating Rhonda and working like hell to earn enough money to party. Not necessarily in that order. I was the grasshopper, she the ant.
She had visions of two k**s, a dog, a cat, a house with a picket fence. The family coming over for dinner on holidays. I don’t like cats, I’m too self-centered to raise k**s, and I don’t like yard work or painting fences. The two family members of hers I had met were both jerks, and I don’t much care about holidays.
But always the conciliator I tried to meet her half-way. I made a counter offer accepting the dog at some point in future, but she refused. You can’t say I didn’t try to work it out.
So we agreed to go our separate ways. She asked me if it would be okay if she called me if she got horny. It made me feel like I was just a sexual object to her. Like I was being used, like our once passion for one another had somehow degraded to just cheap sex. Of course I told her that would be just fine, which brings me back to Barbara.
The next day I called her at her office and asked if she would like to join my group for happy hour the day after tomorrow. She accepted. “That sounds like fun, are we meeting at the usual place?”
“No actually we are meeting a Chinese place.“ And I gave her the address. In truth my group was going out to happy hour at the usual place but I wanted have her to myself with no distractions. I just hoped she was coming alone.
The Chinese place I had in mind was close to my condo. I really liked it and my former girlfriend and I ate there at least three times a month. When I my steady and I broke up I went there alone a few times. I had a favorite server and didn’t have to ask to be seated at one of her tables. She noticed that I had been eating alone which I hadn’t done in months.
“What happen your girl?” she asked.
“She broke up with me.” I replied.
“Her choice or yours?”
“Hers.”
“What you do?”
“Nothing.”
“Then why she break up with you?”
“She said I was ugly and smelled bad.”
“She right, you want food or more drink?” I really liked the food better than the service
I made sure I got to the restaurant first and went to the bar. I didn’t want her to arrive to find no one there, call or text someone from the office and find out that I had lied about the location. Why the subterfuge you ask? I couldn’t just ask her out since I didn’t know if she was involved with someone and the company had a strict policy regarding dating coworkers. I had to keep it casual. I found a vacant table and ordered a gin and tonic. I usually drink a martini but I wanted to last a while and a bunch of martinis would get me hammered. Barbara arrived and walked into the bar. She saw me, smiled a waved as she walked over to the table.
“Where is everybody?” She asked looking around.
I stood and pulled her chair out. “Oh, uh some things came up and they had to cancel.” I lied. “Sorry to disappoint, let me buy you a drink to make up for it. What would you like?”
“Well, I really want a martini; I’ve had a shit day if you’ll pardon my French but I’d better stick with white wine if I want to drive home tonight. But you don’t have to buy.”
“Your French is just fine nobody here speaks speak it, in fact most of them don’t speak English.” I caught the server’s attention. “Is there a particular wine you like? A Sauv Blanc, a Viognier, Chardonnay? ”
“The Chardonnay I think, but I can buy it.”
“No I insist, I invited you to a happy hour and there’s no one here but me “
“But that’s not your fault is it?”
I damn near swallowed the lime in my gin and tonic. “No, I guess not but I still feel responsible. In fact if you like Chinese we could have dinner here, on me of course. And Viognier here is better.”
“Okay, since you are buying you can choose. I trust you. You do have a guilty conscience don’t you? I love Chinese and frankly I’m starved, but we should split the check.”
I ordered her wine and we got up to go to the restaurant section. I left enough cash on the table to cover the bar tab and a tip.
The hostess greeted us as we up to her podium. “So nice to see you again. Come this way.”
As we followed her to our table Barbara asked, “Do you come here a lot?”
“Oh, a couple of times I guess. Why do you ask?”
“They treat you like a regular.”
“I left a big tip last time; I guess restaurant workers remember that sort of thing.”
We were soon seated and the bus boy brought us water and menus. “Good to see you again Sir.”
“Thank-you.” I replied. Barbara peered at me over the top of her menu. Her head cocked to one side a questioning look on her face.
My favorite waitress arrived, little notepad in hand. “You want more drink?”
Barb looked up from her menu studies, “Do you have Saki here?”
“Yes, you want Saki? More gin for you?’ she said as she looked at me. Then she turned back to Barbara and apprised her.
“New girl huh? This one prettier than the last one, I get drinks. You want Saki warm? ”
“Yes please and thank-you I guess.” Barbara looked back at me, “Well you really made an impression on your couple of visits here.” She was smiling like an interrogator who just got the goods on the suspect. I felt like a complete idiot. I was sure I had been caught out.in my lie. We finished our dinner. Barbara had several more Saki’s; I stuck with my gin and tonics.
The check came without further humiliation on my part. “Would like to go somewhere for a night cap?”
“Okay just one though. Are we staying here?”
”Ah, no I know a little place not far from here. Do you want to follow me?”
She followed me to my condo, I parked my car in the garage and stepped out to open the other garage her door for her. She pulled into the other space and cut the engine as I closed the door.
“Is this your apartment?” she asked as she stepped out of her car. Her skirt pulled up exposing a generous portion of her thigh. I wondered if she was wearing control tops or sheer to waist.
“Well they are condos actually, but yes I live here.”
“I need to get something out of my trunk.” She said as she bent over and popped the trunk lid from inside her car.
“May I get it for you?”
“Yes it’s the carry-on bag.”
I opened the trunk and couldn’t help admiring her ass as she stood up. I picked up the bag.
“The hanging bag too please, I have an early flight tomorrow. You aren’t nearly as clever as you think you are. I know everyone went to Anthony’s for happy hour.”.”
“You knew the whole time?”
“Yes, but I would like to know if I really am prettier than the other girl.”
“By at least half.”
I closed the garage door and we entered my condo. I suffered a brief bout of panic and I wondered if Rhonda had left any evidence of her most recent visit. I took her coat and hanger bag and hung them in the hall closet. I picked up her overnight bag and took it into the bathroom. I checked around the bedroom and the bath. Satisfied that there was no lingerie lying about, I walked through the dining room removing my jacket and tie and tossing them on a chair. “I don’t have any Saki. Is there something else you would like?”
“I’ve had enough Saki, what are you going to have?”
“I was leaning toward a bandy and coffee.”
“I’ve never had brandy before, the coffee sounds good to me.”
I turned to the kitchen and got started on the coffee. She walked by and asked where the bathroom was.
“Down the hall, you can use mine if you wish, first door on the left, or the guest bathroom first door on the right.”
I got the coffee started and she returned from my bedroom. I noticed she wasn’t wearing her shoes or her panty hose. Her white cotton blouse was no longer tucked into the waistband of her dark blue pencil skirt. Well that was a little disappointing, especially the pantyhose. I had been looking forward to feeling the nylon on her thighs, her ass and whatever else I could find.
“I’m much more comfortable now.”
I poured two snifters of brandy and followed her into the living room. She sat on the couch and pulled her legs up under herself.
I placed the snifters on the coffee table and picked up the remote for the stereo. I turned it on, just some soft classical.
“Music too? You are so funny.”
I turned back to the kitchen to get the coffee. “Funny? Why funny?”
“To go to all this trouble to get me here, then the brandy, the music. You’re just funny that’s all.”
“You don’t like it?”
“No, no, it’s just fine. I’m just not used to being treated like this.”
“That’s too bad.” I sat down beside her and placed two mugs of coffee on the coffee table. “I forgot ask, do you take anything in it?
“Black is fine. This brandy is good.”
“Yeah, it tends to go down very easily. I usually like to warm it in my hand like this.” I swirled the liquid around and inhaled some of the Esther’s that were released.
“Oh, am I doing it wrong?”
“Not at all. Would you care for some more?”
“Yes please.” and handed me her empty glass.
I went back to the kitchen and partially filled a rocks glass with hot water and poured her another brandy. I returned to the living room and sat all this on the coffee table before her. She was sipping her coffee. I placed the brandy sifter at a forty-five degree angle in the rocks glass so the hot water was just touching the liquor.
“Try it warmed.”
She sat her coffee down and picked up the snifter. “Hmm, it is better warm.”
She downed most of it with one gulp. Our heads met as we bent forward to place our brandies back on the table.
Barb, being in sales decided that it was time she closed the deal so to speak and she offered her face to me. We kissed, there was no lip kissing here, this was can I get my tongue down your throat before you get yours down mine?
She lay back on the couch. The leg nearest to me was stretched out, the other bent at a forty-five degree angle the foot flat on the cushion.
I was on my knees, my face stuck on hers like one of those things from the “Alien” movies. I put my hand on her thigh and she opened her legs encouraging me to explore further. I arrived at my goal and discovered that she had also removed her panties. Another setback. I caressed her vagina and it immediately became moist and relaxed. I entered her.
She pushed my shoulders up and I rose up a little my finger still inside her. She unbuttoned her blouse and as I had suspected she wasn’t wearing her bra either. Well when all you are lemons. I began making lemonade by sucking and kissing her breasts and finger fucking her.
Sucking tits and finger fucking are right up there with blow jobs and anal sex in my opinion, especially when the tits being kissed and sucked are absolutely glorious. No they were not particularly large, they were just perfect. Firm, the nipples small and so erect. They almost stood like two miniature Mt Fuji’s as she lay there. I rubbed and kissed and sucked. All the while wishing she was still wearing her bra.
Her skirt was up over her hips now. Her legs were spread wide to allow me easy access to her vagina. She began to chant very softly, “Oh, oh, oh, oh.” in time with my digital stimulation. Then she arched her back, thrusting her hips upwards. He legs slammed shut like an a****l trap crushing my fingers.
Then she relaxed, her thighs opened and she kissed my forehead. Our mouths found each other’s and we kissed.
“Now I want the real thing.” She whispered in my ear. We kissed again, deeply my hand released from the trap between her legs found her breast. I was really going to enjoy her body. her breasts, her ass, her thighs her mouth, that beautiful flat stomach. Her
feet. Shit I’m not even a foot dude and I liked her toes.
We stood together. She reached down picked up her snifter, and then downed the rest of her brandy. I stole a glance at her breasts peeking out from her open blouse. She caught me and smiled as she offered me her empty glass.
I took it as she turned and walked down the hall into the bedroom. “You want more drink?” I asked imitating the server at the restaurant.
“Only if I’m really prettier that the other girl.”
“By a factor of at least two.” I replied pouring more brandy into her snifter.
I walked into the bedroom. She was naked, lying atop the comforter. I walked to her, sat her brandy on the night table and bent forward kissing her again. God she had a fabulous body. I hoped I could contain my orgasm to full enjoy it. I had a brief debate in my mind about exactly where I was going to start.
Barbara interrupted my musings. “I have the spins.”.
I lifted my head, “Are you okay?”
“I don’t feel so good.”
“Are you going to be sick?”
“Be sick.”
“Come on let’s go to the bathroom.”
“Be sick.”
“Yeah, I know. Let’s go to the bathroom and be sick. Okay? Get up.”
“Be sick.”
“Come on Barb.” I said as I pulled her to her feet. I helped her stumble to the bathroom.
“Be sick.” She warned.
She was almost home, almost there, just about to the finish line, she was about to summit when the eruption took place. A stream of brandy, coffee, Saki, General Tso’s chicken, more Saki, mu Shu pork, assorted appetizers’, and two fortune cookies (I gave her mine) erupted from that pretty mouth like a fire hose spewing stomach acid and compost. The first burst was aimed in the general direction of the sink. The cabinets and mirror received the brunt of it. In her confusion she turned toward me and I got the second burst in the chest. I got her turned back to the toilet. She looked at like it was a life boat and fell to her knees in front of it. Unfortunately her aim had not improved and she puked all over the toilet seat. (Another argument for leaving the seat up!) and the lid. Her final effort landed a few tablespoons in the toilet bowel.
“Sorry.”
“It’s okay; how would you feel about a shower?”
“Shower. I’m so sorry.”
“It’s okay; here let’s get you into shower. Hold on while I get the water warmed up.”
“Feel better now.”
“Yeah that’s how it goes, once you hit the reject button it gets all better. Now, step in here, I’ll get you a washcloth and towel. Take your time I’ve got some things to do.”
“Shower feels good.”
I went into the laundry room and took off my shirt and pants. The smell was too gross for the hamper in my bedroom. Wearing my underwear and a withering erection I grabbed some paper towels and a bucket. I mopped and wiped and sprayed a cleanser and mopped and wiped. Rinse and repeat.
“Can I come out now?”
“Just a minute and I’ll be done.”
“Okay.”
My bathroom was now returned to normal. “You can come out now.”
“Okay,”
I took the dirty towels and cleaning liquid and put them into a fresh garbage bag.
I returned to the bathroom in time to see Barbara drop her towel. Her freshly toweled body walked toward me. Holy shit she had a fabulous body. Her breasts erect and pointed toward me. They looked larger now that she was standing.
“I’m so sorry.”
“I know; it’s okay. Would you like to brush your teeth?”
“Oh, I’m so sorry for everything.” She turned and went into the bathroom.
I went back to the living room and cleaned up the cups and saucer. Then I straightened the kitchen.
Barbara was had just finished with her oral hygiene as I returned, “Why don’t you go to bed while I take a shower? I left your brandy there for you. What time do you need to get up?”
“You bastard. Five O’clock.” She replied as she lay down on the bed. .
I picked up her brandy and took it out to the kitchen. I stripped naked and got into the shower. I flossed and brushed my teeth. I walked over to the bed. She was snoring. She was drunk, She was beautiful. She was naked. What was I to do?
I reached down and took Harry in my hand. Harry sprang to attention anxious to at last satisfy his urge to merge. I began to slowly stroke myself while looking down at her breasts. She had the body of a goddess. I wanted to enjoy it; I began to caress those breasts, to feel her buttocks in my hands, to kiss her breasts, to suckle on her like a c***d, my lips on her nipples, I could feel my erection brush between her thighs, I bent down I needed to savor the taste of her vagina. I inserted my finger in her. She stirred slightly. Would she awaken? I didn’t think so but I stopped. “Hey wake up.” I said as I shook her.
Nothing, she was u*********s. I could do what I wished to her and she wouldn’t resist. I took my time. I enjoyed her breasts with my mouth. I straddled her and tit fucked myself. I ran my cock over her u*********s face. I pinched her nose closed forcing her to open her mouth. I pushed Harry inside when she did. She moaned and turned away,I rolled her over onto her stomach and bent down to kiss her on the butt. I couldn’t resist the temptation and pushed my tongue into her ass crack. Feeling the entrance to her anus with the tip of my tongue, her butt cheeks caressing my face, then I..
I looked down at her, I wanted to turn my little fantasy into a reality but it would not be. I pulled the sheet over her body and the comforter half way up.
I walked around to the other side of the bed and opened the night table. I took the little box from the back and closed the drawer.
I walked into the closet and moved the boxes that hid the suitcase where Rhonda lived. I walked down the hall and into the guest bedroom. I opened the window and smoked a joint. I went back to the kitchen and retrieved the brandy. I poured hers into mine and returned to the bedroom. I felt the marijuana hit me. I took a long pull from the brandy. It wasn’t warm but Rhonda didn’t care.
I awoke three hours later to the sound of my alarm. It was four-thirty. I showered and shaved. I was hung over, tired, hungry and still horny. Rhonda could only help so much.
I got dressed in time to wake Barbara at five.
“Hey, it’s five o’clock, time to get up.”
“Oh god, is it five?”
“Mickey’s little hand is on five and his big hand is on twelve.”
“Don’t you ever quit?”
“You were nicer last night.”
“Oh shit, I’m so sorry.”
“Not a problem.”
“But.”
“No really, it is not a problem. Now will you have time for a little breakfast? I can fix it while you get ready.”
“I am so fucking hungry, but I don’t have any time. Could you make it a breakfast sandwich? Ham or bacon and a scrambled egg on toast. Whole wheat if you have it. Mayo on one side and butter on the other, just wrap it in a napkin and I’ll take it with me. Oh and some coffee will be nice.”
I was thinking of cereal. “Sure, I can do that.”
I heard her making tooth brushing sounds as I busied myself in the kitchen. I heard the shower and then it stopped. A few moments later she was at the kitchen doorway. She was naked. Fuck she looked good. I don’t think I mentioned she had a Brazilian. I wanted that body. Flight time be damned.
“Is your orange juice fresh? I don’t mean fresh squeezed, I just mean made recently, like this morning or maybe yesterday.”
“I’ll get some.” I muttered.
“Oh good, I’m thirsty too. Is that coffee for me?” She took my cooling coffee and went to the bedroom. “Hmm, the coffee is perfect. You are the best. I’ll be out in a minute.”
I made some fresh orange juice and filled a travel cup with coffee. Then I carefully wrapped her ham and egg sandwich in a napkin.
She came back now dressed in business attire. Jesus she looked hot. I don’t know how anyone could survive one of sales presentations without complete surrender.
“Oh, thank you. I may live until I get to Baltimore.” I followed her out to the garage. I stood there with her breakfast sandwich and coffee while she put her hanging bag along with the carry-on in her trunk. She opened her door and got in taking the sandwich and coffee from me.
“Come here.” She said smiling up at me.
I bent forward sticking my head in her car..
“I’m back on Tuesday. I want to come over. You can cook dinner for me. It will be different then. I’ll make up for last night.”
Well she came over the following Tuesday. We became an item after that. The routine was pretty much the same. She would come over or be there when I got home. We would cook dinner. Get a little drunk (I learned to monitor her liquor intake.) and have great sex. Maybe I’ll tell you more about that later.
After my date with Rhonda the night before, I packed her and some pots and pans in a box and headed for the UPS depot.
I was going to be in Phoenix for a long time. I may as well be comfortable.
You’d think I could get the chapter headings consistent and then of course there is the out order issue. Maybe someday I’ll go back and rearrange them. But I digress. It’s time we met Barbara.
I mentioned before that we worked for the same company but in different departments. We met when my group decided to go out for happy hour one Friday. Someone knew people in sales and invited them. Barbara was in sales and she came along. We hit it off pretty well, but made no plans or anything like that. I had a steady girl at the time and her status wasn’t discussed.
I didn’t see her for a couple of weeks due to our mutually hectic schedule. Both of us traveled and worked long hours. In the meantime, I broke up with my steady. It was a friendly parting after a discussion of our life plans. The short version is I was a total hedonist and had no life plans other than to continue what I was doing; getting laid, getting stoned, getting drunk, dating Rhonda and working like hell to earn enough money to party. Not necessarily in that order. I was the grasshopper, she the ant.
She had visions of two k**s, a dog, a cat, a house with a picket fence. The family coming over for dinner on holidays. I don’t like cats, I’m too self-centered to raise k**s, and I don’t like yard work or painting fences. The two family members of hers I had met were both jerks, and I don’t much care about holidays.
But always the conciliator I tried to meet her half-way. I made a counter offer accepting the dog at some point in future, but she refused. You can’t say I didn’t try to work it out.
So we agreed to go our separate ways. She asked me if it would be okay if she called me if she got horny. It made me feel like I was just a sexual object to her. Like I was being used, like our once passion for one another had somehow degraded to just cheap sex. Of course I told her that would be just fine, which brings me back to Barbara.
The next day I called her at her office and asked if she would like to join my group for happy hour the day after tomorrow. She accepted. “That sounds like fun, are we meeting at the usual place?”
“No actually we are meeting a Chinese place.“ And I gave her the address. In truth my group was going out to happy hour at the usual place but I wanted have her to myself with no distractions. I just hoped she was coming alone.
The Chinese place I had in mind was close to my condo. I really liked it and my former girlfriend and I ate there at least three times a month. When I my steady and I broke up I went there alone a few times. I had a favorite server and didn’t have to ask to be seated at one of her tables. She noticed that I had been eating alone which I hadn’t done in months.
“What happen your girl?” she asked.
“She broke up with me.” I replied.
“Her choice or yours?”
“Hers.”
“What you do?”
“Nothing.”
“Then why she break up with you?”
“She said I was ugly and smelled bad.”
“She right, you want food or more drink?” I really liked the food better than the service
I made sure I got to the restaurant first and went to the bar. I didn’t want her to arrive to find no one there, call or text someone from the office and find out that I had lied about the location. Why the subterfuge you ask? I couldn’t just ask her out since I didn’t know if she was involved with someone and the company had a strict policy regarding dating coworkers. I had to keep it casual. I found a vacant table and ordered a gin and tonic. I usually drink a martini but I wanted to last a while and a bunch of martinis would get me hammered. Barbara arrived and walked into the bar. She saw me, smiled a waved as she walked over to the table.
“Where is everybody?” She asked looking around.
I stood and pulled her chair out. “Oh, uh some things came up and they had to cancel.” I lied. “Sorry to disappoint, let me buy you a drink to make up for it. What would you like?”
“Well, I really want a martini; I’ve had a shit day if you’ll pardon my French but I’d better stick with white wine if I want to drive home tonight. But you don’t have to buy.”
“Your French is just fine nobody here speaks speak it, in fact most of them don’t speak English.” I caught the server’s attention. “Is there a particular wine you like? A Sauv Blanc, a Viognier, Chardonnay? ”
“The Chardonnay I think, but I can buy it.”
“No I insist, I invited you to a happy hour and there’s no one here but me “
“But that’s not your fault is it?”
I damn near swallowed the lime in my gin and tonic. “No, I guess not but I still feel responsible. In fact if you like Chinese we could have dinner here, on me of course. And Viognier here is better.”
“Okay, since you are buying you can choose. I trust you. You do have a guilty conscience don’t you? I love Chinese and frankly I’m starved, but we should split the check.”
I ordered her wine and we got up to go to the restaurant section. I left enough cash on the table to cover the bar tab and a tip.
The hostess greeted us as we up to her podium. “So nice to see you again. Come this way.”
As we followed her to our table Barbara asked, “Do you come here a lot?”
“Oh, a couple of times I guess. Why do you ask?”
“They treat you like a regular.”
“I left a big tip last time; I guess restaurant workers remember that sort of thing.”
We were soon seated and the bus boy brought us water and menus. “Good to see you again Sir.”
“Thank-you.” I replied. Barbara peered at me over the top of her menu. Her head cocked to one side a questioning look on her face.
My favorite waitress arrived, little notepad in hand. “You want more drink?”
Barb looked up from her menu studies, “Do you have Saki here?”
“Yes, you want Saki? More gin for you?’ she said as she looked at me. Then she turned back to Barbara and apprised her.
“New girl huh? This one prettier than the last one, I get drinks. You want Saki warm? ”
“Yes please and thank-you I guess.” Barbara looked back at me, “Well you really made an impression on your couple of visits here.” She was smiling like an interrogator who just got the goods on the suspect. I felt like a complete idiot. I was sure I had been caught out.in my lie. We finished our dinner. Barbara had several more Saki’s; I stuck with my gin and tonics.
The check came without further humiliation on my part. “Would like to go somewhere for a night cap?”
“Okay just one though. Are we staying here?”
”Ah, no I know a little place not far from here. Do you want to follow me?”
She followed me to my condo, I parked my car in the garage and stepped out to open the other garage her door for her. She pulled into the other space and cut the engine as I closed the door.
“Is this your apartment?” she asked as she stepped out of her car. Her skirt pulled up exposing a generous portion of her thigh. I wondered if she was wearing control tops or sheer to waist.
“Well they are condos actually, but yes I live here.”
“I need to get something out of my trunk.” She said as she bent over and popped the trunk lid from inside her car.
“May I get it for you?”
“Yes it’s the carry-on bag.”
I opened the trunk and couldn’t help admiring her ass as she stood up. I picked up the bag.
“The hanging bag too please, I have an early flight tomorrow. You aren’t nearly as clever as you think you are. I know everyone went to Anthony’s for happy hour.”.”
“You knew the whole time?”
“Yes, but I would like to know if I really am prettier than the other girl.”
“By at least half.”
I closed the garage door and we entered my condo. I suffered a brief bout of panic and I wondered if Rhonda had left any evidence of her most recent visit. I took her coat and hanger bag and hung them in the hall closet. I picked up her overnight bag and took it into the bathroom. I checked around the bedroom and the bath. Satisfied that there was no lingerie lying about, I walked through the dining room removing my jacket and tie and tossing them on a chair. “I don’t have any Saki. Is there something else you would like?”
“I’ve had enough Saki, what are you going to have?”
“I was leaning toward a bandy and coffee.”
“I’ve never had brandy before, the coffee sounds good to me.”
I turned to the kitchen and got started on the coffee. She walked by and asked where the bathroom was.
“Down the hall, you can use mine if you wish, first door on the left, or the guest bathroom first door on the right.”
I got the coffee started and she returned from my bedroom. I noticed she wasn’t wearing her shoes or her panty hose. Her white cotton blouse was no longer tucked into the waistband of her dark blue pencil skirt. Well that was a little disappointing, especially the pantyhose. I had been looking forward to feeling the nylon on her thighs, her ass and whatever else I could find.
“I’m much more comfortable now.”
I poured two snifters of brandy and followed her into the living room. She sat on the couch and pulled her legs up under herself.
I placed the snifters on the coffee table and picked up the remote for the stereo. I turned it on, just some soft classical.
“Music too? You are so funny.”
I turned back to the kitchen to get the coffee. “Funny? Why funny?”
“To go to all this trouble to get me here, then the brandy, the music. You’re just funny that’s all.”
“You don’t like it?”
“No, no, it’s just fine. I’m just not used to being treated like this.”
“That’s too bad.” I sat down beside her and placed two mugs of coffee on the coffee table. “I forgot ask, do you take anything in it?
“Black is fine. This brandy is good.”
“Yeah, it tends to go down very easily. I usually like to warm it in my hand like this.” I swirled the liquid around and inhaled some of the Esther’s that were released.
“Oh, am I doing it wrong?”
“Not at all. Would you care for some more?”
“Yes please.” and handed me her empty glass.
I went back to the kitchen and partially filled a rocks glass with hot water and poured her another brandy. I returned to the living room and sat all this on the coffee table before her. She was sipping her coffee. I placed the brandy sifter at a forty-five degree angle in the rocks glass so the hot water was just touching the liquor.
“Try it warmed.”
She sat her coffee down and picked up the snifter. “Hmm, it is better warm.”
She downed most of it with one gulp. Our heads met as we bent forward to place our brandies back on the table.
Barb, being in sales decided that it was time she closed the deal so to speak and she offered her face to me. We kissed, there was no lip kissing here, this was can I get my tongue down your throat before you get yours down mine?
She lay back on the couch. The leg nearest to me was stretched out, the other bent at a forty-five degree angle the foot flat on the cushion.
I was on my knees, my face stuck on hers like one of those things from the “Alien” movies. I put my hand on her thigh and she opened her legs encouraging me to explore further. I arrived at my goal and discovered that she had also removed her panties. Another setback. I caressed her vagina and it immediately became moist and relaxed. I entered her.
She pushed my shoulders up and I rose up a little my finger still inside her. She unbuttoned her blouse and as I had suspected she wasn’t wearing her bra either. Well when all you are lemons. I began making lemonade by sucking and kissing her breasts and finger fucking her.
Sucking tits and finger fucking are right up there with blow jobs and anal sex in my opinion, especially when the tits being kissed and sucked are absolutely glorious. No they were not particularly large, they were just perfect. Firm, the nipples small and so erect. They almost stood like two miniature Mt Fuji’s as she lay there. I rubbed and kissed and sucked. All the while wishing she was still wearing her bra.
Her skirt was up over her hips now. Her legs were spread wide to allow me easy access to her vagina. She began to chant very softly, “Oh, oh, oh, oh.” in time with my digital stimulation. Then she arched her back, thrusting her hips upwards. He legs slammed shut like an a****l trap crushing my fingers.
Then she relaxed, her thighs opened and she kissed my forehead. Our mouths found each other’s and we kissed.
“Now I want the real thing.” She whispered in my ear. We kissed again, deeply my hand released from the trap between her legs found her breast. I was really going to enjoy her body. her breasts, her ass, her thighs her mouth, that beautiful flat stomach. Her
feet. Shit I’m not even a foot dude and I liked her toes.
We stood together. She reached down picked up her snifter, and then downed the rest of her brandy. I stole a glance at her breasts peeking out from her open blouse. She caught me and smiled as she offered me her empty glass.
I took it as she turned and walked down the hall into the bedroom. “You want more drink?” I asked imitating the server at the restaurant.
“Only if I’m really prettier that the other girl.”
“By a factor of at least two.” I replied pouring more brandy into her snifter.
I walked into the bedroom. She was naked, lying atop the comforter. I walked to her, sat her brandy on the night table and bent forward kissing her again. God she had a fabulous body. I hoped I could contain my orgasm to full enjoy it. I had a brief debate in my mind about exactly where I was going to start.
Barbara interrupted my musings. “I have the spins.”.
I lifted my head, “Are you okay?”
“I don’t feel so good.”
“Are you going to be sick?”
“Be sick.”
“Come on let’s go to the bathroom.”
“Be sick.”
“Yeah, I know. Let’s go to the bathroom and be sick. Okay? Get up.”
“Be sick.”
“Come on Barb.” I said as I pulled her to her feet. I helped her stumble to the bathroom.
“Be sick.” She warned.
She was almost home, almost there, just about to the finish line, she was about to summit when the eruption took place. A stream of brandy, coffee, Saki, General Tso’s chicken, more Saki, mu Shu pork, assorted appetizers’, and two fortune cookies (I gave her mine) erupted from that pretty mouth like a fire hose spewing stomach acid and compost. The first burst was aimed in the general direction of the sink. The cabinets and mirror received the brunt of it. In her confusion she turned toward me and I got the second burst in the chest. I got her turned back to the toilet. She looked at like it was a life boat and fell to her knees in front of it. Unfortunately her aim had not improved and she puked all over the toilet seat. (Another argument for leaving the seat up!) and the lid. Her final effort landed a few tablespoons in the toilet bowel.
“Sorry.”
“It’s okay; how would you feel about a shower?”
“Shower. I’m so sorry.”
“It’s okay; here let’s get you into shower. Hold on while I get the water warmed up.”
“Feel better now.”
“Yeah that’s how it goes, once you hit the reject button it gets all better. Now, step in here, I’ll get you a washcloth and towel. Take your time I’ve got some things to do.”
“Shower feels good.”
I went into the laundry room and took off my shirt and pants. The smell was too gross for the hamper in my bedroom. Wearing my underwear and a withering erection I grabbed some paper towels and a bucket. I mopped and wiped and sprayed a cleanser and mopped and wiped. Rinse and repeat.
“Can I come out now?”
“Just a minute and I’ll be done.”
“Okay.”
My bathroom was now returned to normal. “You can come out now.”
“Okay,”
I took the dirty towels and cleaning liquid and put them into a fresh garbage bag.
I returned to the bathroom in time to see Barbara drop her towel. Her freshly toweled body walked toward me. Holy shit she had a fabulous body. Her breasts erect and pointed toward me. They looked larger now that she was standing.
“I’m so sorry.”
“I know; it’s okay. Would you like to brush your teeth?”
“Oh, I’m so sorry for everything.” She turned and went into the bathroom.
I went back to the living room and cleaned up the cups and saucer. Then I straightened the kitchen.
Barbara was had just finished with her oral hygiene as I returned, “Why don’t you go to bed while I take a shower? I left your brandy there for you. What time do you need to get up?”
“You bastard. Five O’clock.” She replied as she lay down on the bed. .
I picked up her brandy and took it out to the kitchen. I stripped naked and got into the shower. I flossed and brushed my teeth. I walked over to the bed. She was snoring. She was drunk, She was beautiful. She was naked. What was I to do?
I reached down and took Harry in my hand. Harry sprang to attention anxious to at last satisfy his urge to merge. I began to slowly stroke myself while looking down at her breasts. She had the body of a goddess. I wanted to enjoy it; I began to caress those breasts, to feel her buttocks in my hands, to kiss her breasts, to suckle on her like a c***d, my lips on her nipples, I could feel my erection brush between her thighs, I bent down I needed to savor the taste of her vagina. I inserted my finger in her. She stirred slightly. Would she awaken? I didn’t think so but I stopped. “Hey wake up.” I said as I shook her.
Nothing, she was u*********s. I could do what I wished to her and she wouldn’t resist. I took my time. I enjoyed her breasts with my mouth. I straddled her and tit fucked myself. I ran my cock over her u*********s face. I pinched her nose closed forcing her to open her mouth. I pushed Harry inside when she did. She moaned and turned away,I rolled her over onto her stomach and bent down to kiss her on the butt. I couldn’t resist the temptation and pushed my tongue into her ass crack. Feeling the entrance to her anus with the tip of my tongue, her butt cheeks caressing my face, then I..
I looked down at her, I wanted to turn my little fantasy into a reality but it would not be. I pulled the sheet over her body and the comforter half way up.
I walked around to the other side of the bed and opened the night table. I took the little box from the back and closed the drawer.
I walked into the closet and moved the boxes that hid the suitcase where Rhonda lived. I walked down the hall and into the guest bedroom. I opened the window and smoked a joint. I went back to the kitchen and retrieved the brandy. I poured hers into mine and returned to the bedroom. I felt the marijuana hit me. I took a long pull from the brandy. It wasn’t warm but Rhonda didn’t care.
I awoke three hours later to the sound of my alarm. It was four-thirty. I showered and shaved. I was hung over, tired, hungry and still horny. Rhonda could only help so much.
I got dressed in time to wake Barbara at five.
“Hey, it’s five o’clock, time to get up.”
“Oh god, is it five?”
“Mickey’s little hand is on five and his big hand is on twelve.”
“Don’t you ever quit?”
“You were nicer last night.”
“Oh shit, I’m so sorry.”
“Not a problem.”
“But.”
“No really, it is not a problem. Now will you have time for a little breakfast? I can fix it while you get ready.”
“I am so fucking hungry, but I don’t have any time. Could you make it a breakfast sandwich? Ham or bacon and a scrambled egg on toast. Whole wheat if you have it. Mayo on one side and butter on the other, just wrap it in a napkin and I’ll take it with me. Oh and some coffee will be nice.”
I was thinking of cereal. “Sure, I can do that.”
I heard her making tooth brushing sounds as I busied myself in the kitchen. I heard the shower and then it stopped. A few moments later she was at the kitchen doorway. She was naked. Fuck she looked good. I don’t think I mentioned she had a Brazilian. I wanted that body. Flight time be damned.
“Is your orange juice fresh? I don’t mean fresh squeezed, I just mean made recently, like this morning or maybe yesterday.”
“I’ll get some.” I muttered.
“Oh good, I’m thirsty too. Is that coffee for me?” She took my cooling coffee and went to the bedroom. “Hmm, the coffee is perfect. You are the best. I’ll be out in a minute.”
I made some fresh orange juice and filled a travel cup with coffee. Then I carefully wrapped her ham and egg sandwich in a napkin.
She came back now dressed in business attire. Jesus she looked hot. I don’t know how anyone could survive one of sales presentations without complete surrender.
“Oh, thank you. I may live until I get to Baltimore.” I followed her out to the garage. I stood there with her breakfast sandwich and coffee while she put her hanging bag along with the carry-on in her trunk. She opened her door and got in taking the sandwich and coffee from me.
“Come here.” She said smiling up at me.
I bent forward sticking my head in her car..
“I’m back on Tuesday. I want to come over. You can cook dinner for me. It will be different then. I’ll make up for last night.”
Well she came over the following Tuesday. We became an item after that. The routine was pretty much the same. She would come over or be there when I got home. We would cook dinner. Get a little drunk (I learned to monitor her liquor intake.) and have great sex. Maybe I’ll tell you more about that later.
After my date with Rhonda the night before, I packed her and some pots and pans in a box and headed for the UPS depot.
I was going to be in Phoenix for a long time. I may as well be comfortable.
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