Something Unexpected
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Be aware, this second and last part to this story does not include as much sex. Hence, a continuation in the Romance category. Please read Part 1 first before starting this section. Again, thank you for the feedback. Enjoy. – VH
CHAPTER SIX
I had decided that Isabel would not in fact be calling me at all that night, so had gone out to eat instead. Shying off an invitation to play ball with friends, I headed for a little bar and pub I frequented, with live music every Friday night. But I couldn’t get into the scene there. What was worse is that I couldn’t bring myself to even look at any one of the amazing young women walking around in that place for longer than the briefest glance – and believe me, they were everywhere. After finishing my meal with a couple of beers I decided it was best to head home.
It was a little after nine when my cell rang. The noise in the background was almost too loud to hear her, and had I not recognized her number I might have hung up.
‘Isabel?’
‘Are you there?’ she shouted.
‘Yea, where are you?’
It took a few seconds but then got quiet on the other end and I heard a toilet flush in the background, along with female voices.
‘Can you hear me now?’ she said softer.
‘Much better. Where are you?’
‘They ambushed me.’
‘What are you talking about?’
‘They brought in the BOD from Morton & Tennebaum – all seven of them – and then decided it would be best if we all ‘showed them a good time’.’
‘That sounds like a lot of people on short notice.’ I really had no idea how many people it was.
‘You’re telling me. They had reservations too. Can you believe that crock of shit? They figured I was single, so I wouldn’t have anything better to do anyway so didn’t even bother to tell me. They didn’t have a problem with Jane and Marcia leaving because they have families. Ooh, I’m ready to punch somebody!’ she hissed.
‘Calm down, Honey. You’re there now, so might as well make the best of it. Did you drive at least?’
‘No. I don’t know my way around DC, you know that. So I had to ride with Williams and two from Morton’s. He didn’t even let me ride in the front, the prick!’
‘Woe. Have you been drinking or something?’
She got quiet for a few seconds and then lowered her voice. ‘Why? Is it that noticeable?’
I started laughing, at which she kept asking what was so funny. ‘Just you, Hon. I hate to say it, but you are the quintessential company man. You never talk like this about the guys at work.’
‘Ah, well, you won’t say anything, I know that. And I’ve only had a couple vodka tonics anyway. Just irritated by the whole night… Hah! And another thing!’
‘What?’
‘Thanks to you and that little hair-do you left me with, the old creep from Morton’s that sat in the back with me started to get fresh!’
‘You put him in his place I hope?’
‘I’ll say. Just put on the bossy bitch mode and he hasn’t said a word since.’ She suddenly lowered her voice to a whisper after a toilet flushed again. ‘I think it might have been partly me too though – not just the hair.’
I suddenly felt a knot in my stomach and was afraid to ask. ‘I can’t believe you did anything to warrant that kind of attention…’
‘Well… I’ve been … fidgety ever since I left your place.’
‘Huh?’
‘I’ve been feeling your cum inside me all night. I’m squishy…’ she added with a little laugh.
I joined in now, keeping my laugh as quiet as possible too – as if it were some secret my walls would overhear. ‘I hate to say it… but I kind of like knowing that.’
‘I thought you would. And you know what else?’
‘Hmm?’
‘I really like feeling it too.’
I just listened to her breathing into the phone, feeling myself harden with every breath she took, until she spoke up again.
‘I better get back now.’
‘OK. Be careful down there.’
‘I will. And Sweetie? Leave the door unlocked, alright? I think I need a place to crash tonight.’
‘I will.’
And then she was gone – but not for very long I hoped.
***
I had drifted off to sleep, but was so looking forward to her staying the night, that I was half listening for any car-door or sound in the house that would tell me she had arrived. It was a little after one in the morning when I heard the front door close.
My heart started pounding, knowing it was her at last, but also because I was so unused to hearing the front door close from upstairs. I was in my lounge pants with no shirt on, half under the sheets. I’d left enough lights on for her to see her way upstairs and had been watching late night talk on the small TV I kept in the bedroom for times I stayed up like this.
Isabel suddenly appeared, leaning in the doorway to the bedroom. Her shoes were in one hand, her blazer nowhere to be seen. She was right. Her hair all teased out like that made her look more than sexy. Almost scandalous. I probably would have come onto her too had she been sitting next to me in some car like that.
‘You waited up?’
‘Not really. I was sound asleep and you woke me actually,’ I teased.
She glanced at the TV and smirked. ‘You’re full of shit.’
‘And you love it too. So stop complaining.’
Isabel tossed her shoes into the corner, right next to mine and walked over to my side of the bed. She then leaned down and gave me a deep throated kiss, slithering her tongue far inside my mouth the moment I parted my lips enough for her to get inside. I tasted alcohol – sweet but very strong. Her face and hair smelled slightly of cigarettes and something else… like food cooked over an open flame. As crazy as that sounds – it excited me.
I started to pull her into bed with me, but she stood up straight just looking down into my eyes, grinning that devilish smile I had become so accustomed to in the recent weeks. Her glasses she placed on the nightstand, before she climbed onto the bed. She then straddled my hips and went back to kissing me, holding my jaw between thumb and fingers while I started undoing her blouse.
She seemed starved for my lips. It was the first time that I had a hard time not even staying in control of the kissing, but just keeping up. Her mouth was everywhere: on my chin, on my lips, the side of my mouth. Once, she even covered my mouth with hers and exhaled hard, allowing me to smell and taste the alcohol on her breath before pulling back laughing.
‘You are drunk!’ I exclaimed, trying to catch my breath.
She just kept grinning, but shook her head in denial. ‘No… I’m just horny for my young stud…’
Before I could respond, Isabel started kissing me again, but this time making her way up to my nose, my eyes my forehead. She smelled incredible, her perfume mixed with the brisk fresh air from outside, along with that cigarette smoke. All so different than what I was used to on her. I felt her crawling up my body, struggling to keep balance as she reached for her skirt with one hand and bunched it around her waist.
And then she just placed her crotch over my mouth and sank down.
Not only was I surprised – and delighted – by her doing this to me, but I was also nearly overcome by the unbelievably sweet, musky scent of her sex. Her panties were soaked and her inner thighs soft and hot as she placed them on either side of my face. For the next few moments she ground her panty covered crotch across my mouth and nose, all but forcing me to inhale and taste her sex. It was difficult to see, as her skirt, bunched up though it was, seemed to just hang right over my eyes and restrict my view completely.
After a few more seconds of this, I’d had enough. I reached around her ass and deftly moved the crotch of her panties aside, allowing me complete access to the warm flesh between her thighs. She wasted no time in sliding herself down to my chin and then back up
again, nearly to my nose. I felt the bed above me shift and knew that she was pushing against the headboard with both hands.
That was how it was for the next few minutes. Isabel just rode my face, sliding herself back and forth and allowing my lips and tongue, and teeth and chin to pleasure her completely. I reached up and slid my hands inside her bra from beneath, squeezing and pinching the tips of her breasts the way she seemed to like so much. She ground her hips down especially far once, and the stubble from my day old beard scraped against her clit roughly.
‘Ah, shit!’ she cried.
Immediately afterward, my mouth was rewarded with her sweet, tangy wetness. I licked and sucked and kissed until I thought I would suffocate from her shoving her crotch against my mouth so eagerly, and yet, there was no way on this earth that I would have stopped until she made me.
I heard her breathing heavily above me, taking a moment to recover, and so I just slid my fingers around to her back or squeezed her perfect little ass with both hands.
Isabel leaned back and reached between my legs, gripping my hard cock as if to test it for rigidity. Finding it satisfactory, she then crawled back down my chest, my stomach, my hips – until she was straddling them wantonly. She reached back and tried to force my pants away from what she needed by pushing my waistband on one side and then the other. But it wouldn’t budge. Frustrated, she whimpered and reverted to simply grinding her bare crotch against my cock instead, kissing me full on the mouth.
That may have worked for her, but I needed more. Reaching around her, I lifted my hips and pushed my pants down. As soon as she realized what I was doing, she lifted back up again and grabbed my cock, eagerly slipping it inside her wet canal before I barely had my pants down to my knees. I know that I gasped out in surprise.
She sat up as she sank down on me completely, remembering suddenly how big I actually was. Her eyes were closed and head tilted back as she placed her hands on my abs and started rocking back and forth on top of me slowly.
This was the first time she had been on top of me, and I was amazed by everything I was able to feast my eyes and hands on. As she rode me, took her pleasure from me, I roamed her body with my hands: gripping her feet, her ankles, her thighs, moving higher still until I was able to capture her nipples between thumbs and fingers. All the while, she would make little whimpers and moans with every new inch of skin I explored.
After a few minutes, she placed her hands on her cheeks and looked down at me with such passion in her eyes, rotating her hips in circles on my body. My rigid cock felt as if it were deeper than ever before, pressing against places that made me tingle from head to toe.
This is what I wanted. To be there for her pleasure. I wanted her to take what she needed from me, because Lord knows just seeing her like that was enough to satisfy my carnal urges.
I looked into her eyes as I twisted both nipples – gently but firmly. Watched as her lips quivered and her eyelids became heavy. And watched as she tossed her head back and groaned, slapping her hands over mine at her breasts and jerking her hips wildly. She came like that, with our hands squeezing her small breasts roughly, and my cock rooted as deep inside her as it had ever been. Her body seemed to convulse, as did mine just from watching her, and finally, she threw herself forward flat against my chest.
I could feel her heart pounding, or maybe it was mine, as she lay there sighing deeply. She was still lifting her hips slowly and I was still pushing into her, meeting her halfway. But it was much gentler now, much more sensual. I brought my hands up to her head and maneuvered her enough so that I could start kissing her again. Oh, how I loved the feel and taste of her lips on mine.
Within moments, she was grinding into me harder, clawing at my hands at the back of her head and bringing them down beside me forcefully. Isabel then proceeded to chew on my bottom lip, then tugging and tasting my tongue until she decided to move lower and do the same to my chin and neck instead. I started to move my arms but found her surprisingly strong, holding my wrists against the bed like she was. I could have forced myself to break free, but what was the point? Who in their right mind would want to get away from a woman like Isabel, having her way with him?
She lifted her face suddenly and stared at me intently, squeezing my cock inside her so hard it made me gasp. She liked that and gave me an evil little grin. Bringing first one leg up and planting her foot beside me, and then the other in the same position, she switched into a squat above my thick cock which was still lodged halfway inside her.
Still holding my hands by my side, Isabel started rising and falling against me, using my hard cock to guide her downward with each thrust. I can’t describe the sensation of having her ass slapping against my thighs every time she slammed down into me. The noises our bodies made were so raunchy, so wicked, that it made me stiffen and swell inside her.
There was also something terribly sexy about her still being almost dressed: her skirt bunched around her waist, her blouse undone all the way, her bra pushed up above her breasts, her panties covering all but the slightest bit of moist flesh between her legs. Her bangs were hanging over her eyes now, clenched tight they were, as she slid up and down my cock over and over again. She stayed in that position forever it seemed, just using me, but pleasuring us both.
Isabel started to collapse when she came, and watching her face while hearing her groan out in relief caused me to lose it all together. I exploded with such force that I almost instantly filled her to capacity, my warm seed seeping out around my shaft to join her own wetness on the bed beneath me.
Her legs gave way over the next few seconds and she finally released her grip in order to catch herself from falling. I grabbed her and brought her down on top of me easily, spilling myself inside her, holding her tight as we finished our climax together. Then I held her ass and pulled her down hard, making sure she felt my entire length and width inside her as she moaned in pleasure.
Isabel’s mouth sought out mine and for the next few beautiful minutes, we kissed the kiss that only lovers know.
CHAPTER SEVEN
It was after ten before either of us even moved the next morning, our arms and legs entwined nearly the entire night. I awoke to find her bra draped over the headboard and her skirt piled on the nightstand beside us. Even that was enough to make me want her again.
I untangled myself from her body and kissed her gently on the cheek as I slipped out of bed. She moaned, but instantly went back to sleep. I stood at the side of the bed for a minute just watching her – knowing that I had never seen anything quite so beautiful.
As I opened the fridge, I realized I was in quite the dilemma. I had no idea what she liked to eat. I had no coffee, used to buying mine out when I did crave it. I had toaster waffles, three slices of bacon that still seemed fresh and two eggs – thank god – so that had to do. No juice and little milk. I silently cursed myself for not going shopping the night before instead of wasting the evening away.
I was just finishing up the eggs on the stove, with the second set of waffles popping out of the toaster any second, when I felt her arms slip around my waist from behind.
‘Good morning,’ she whispered against my ear. Her breath was so hot it made me get gooseflesh all over my neck.
‘Morning.’ I turned my face and let her give me a long peck on the lips, and then I pressed my own to the corner of her mouth and inhaled her sweet scent before kissing her back.
‘Why didn’t you wake me?’ She was resting her chin on my shoulder and running her hands over my bare chest.
‘You needed the sleep… and I wanted to do this for us.’
Isabel kissed me hard on the side of the face before reaching out and grabbing a slice of bacon. I didn’t care. She could have all three if it would keep her happy and close to me all day.
‘You’re spoiling me again,’ she said.
‘Not yet. But I hope you’ll let me someday.’
‘Mmmm. That sounds like something to look forward to.’
She let go of me and pulled the waffles out of the toaster and placed them on the other plate while I dished out the eggs. Isabel took a knife and buttered both hers and my waffles while I got the pan into the sink. When I turned around I felt my pulse quicken.
Isabel had grabbed one of my t-shirts and a pair of my boxers. As she stood there at the counter, hair a mess, she looked absolutely ravishing to me. One foot lifted slightly, pointing her toes as she reached for one thing or another. The way her butt filled out my shorts and the fact that she had chosen one of my smaller shirts instead of a large baggy one, just made her look that much more incredible.
God I loved her body.
I heard her laughing softly, even though I hadn’t seen her turn to face me yet.
‘You’re staring at me again.’
‘I just can’t help it.’
Isabel turned to face me, looking at me from behind those sexy glasses. She winked and then carried the plates over to the table.
‘I hope diet cokes are OK. It’s all I have. Unless you want green tea with ginseng,’ I joked.
‘Euyah! I think I’ll pass thanks very much!’ She laughed and chose her seat. ‘Diet coke right now would be heavenly.’
Breakfast was indeed heavenly. We ate and laughed and I let her steal my only piece of bacon as well. She fed me a piece of her waffle swimming in syrup as a consolation. And then she kissed me full on the mouth immediately afterward, using her tongue around my lips to get any sticky syrup that might have missed the spot.
We took a shower together, the first time I had done that with a woman since college, and we kissed and explored each other in every detail. I found a toothbrush under the sink – one of those cheapies the dentist gives you every six months. She looked at me with a sly grin as I slipped it into the holder beside mine.
‘Does that mean I’m here to stay?’
I just winked and started brushing my own teeth without saying a word. We teased each other, vying for space in front of the sink, pinching and laughing and making a hell of a mess. And then we went back to bed, hair still damp, and teeth sparkly clean, and made love until we fell asleep again.
The afternoon flew by all too fast, watching TV and sharing the bits of my life that were easily on display. Books I loved, pictures of friends, the art I had done in college and was secretly proud of no matter what I told people. That evening, when I asked her to stay the night, she didn’t hesitate.
‘As if I would let you get rid of me already!’ she responded.
And so, we ordered Chinese and ate upstairs in my bed, both only half dressed as we watched the news on TV. We talked for the first time that night. She laughed at my additional commentaries to every news segment that was discussed. And I got her view on politics rather abruptly, seeing commercials for elections coming up in November, just a week or so away. Surprisingly, we agreed, or at least compromised on everything. That was something I think.
She was quiet for a while as the evening started to draw on, but I could see she was not tired, simply restless as we lay in bed with me behind her watching TV.
‘Boring you already?’ I asked while pressing a finger into her navel and making her slap my hand away.
‘Oh no. Just been a very, very long time since I just did nothing.’
‘I can think of something we can do…’
She laughed and wiggled her butt against me. ‘We already did that!’
I was quiet for a minute, trying to decide what she must be thinking about. It must have been intuition because I hit the nail right on the head.
‘Did you bring your laptop and stuff with you?’ I asked.
‘Hmm? Mm-hmm.’
‘You want me to go out and get it for you?’
Madison
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