The 'Quicky' mart

The ‘Quicky’ Mart

By Ivy B Pane

It was a quiet night at the gas station, Sunday nights were always boring, but it was easy to get the cleaning done. Love having a checklist, like a 6^th grader after school, and working my way quickly through it. Hated washing the bathroom, nothing worse than washing out a public bathroom, and the moment I opened the door all I wanted was a pressure washer. I finished the ladies’ room first and went into the men’s restroom. ‘How do they pee on the floor? The urinal is right there.’ I thought and moaned out loud but went to work. I wasn’t going to let it ruin my day and danced with that mop like it was the only girl I knew. It took a moment for me to hear the bell, the little ring that someone came into the store.

I walked out and almost right into the woman. She was shorter than me, with long dark hair, and a few gray highlights. The darkest eyes fluttered up to look at me through long lashes. My heart almost stopped.

“There you are.” She smiled at me.

I cleared my throat. “Can I help you?” I grinned back.

“I need to prepay for some gas and then if it’s ok, I’d like to hang out for a little bit. I’ve been driving a long time and I need a wake-up call.” She tipped her head at me with a slight grin.

“Sure, not a problem. I would love the company.” I could feel the slight blush and turned away to take off the gloves I used when I was cleaning. I tossed them in the men’s restroom and walked to the cash register.

“I need at least 35 on the pump.” She stood at the counter rummaging through her purse.

I glanced out and took a look at what pump she was parked by. Then I set up the sale. I wanted to say something but at the time I couldn’t think of anything.

She put her card in the machine and the sale was complete. “I’ll be right back. Can I leave my bag here?”

“Umm, sure, no problem.” I watched her walk back out to the car. She may have been older, but let’s face it, I am no puppy. I watched her. The short skirt she was wearing put a grin on my face. She opened the cap cover and started to take the cap off. It fell and I watched her try to grab it, she missed it, and it hit the ground and rolled a little and went under the car. ‘Shit,’ I thought on her behalf, but she put the fuel pump in and got it started. I watched her bend down and watch the skirt move up her legs. She couldn’t reach it, but it was fun to watch her try. I was just about to walk around the counter and offer her some help when I saw her get down on the ground, she turned and wiggled, and I watched the shortness of the skirt crawl more and more up the back of her legs. Suddenly she sat up and I saw her smile at the gas cap. ‘Way to go girl.’ I liked her already.

I went back in to finish cleaning the men’s room. I was just putting the mop bucket back in its place in the storeroom when I heard the bell again. I stepped out and looked, but it was just her. I walked back and closed up the cabinets. She was getting a cup of coffee and I glanced at her, she took off her light sweater and I was in love with the thin light top she was wearing. It was one of those off-the-shoulder things that a younger girl would wear, but it showed off her shoulders and the light pink bra. I was smitten with her.

She turned her head and looked at me. “What is good to eat here?”

“It’s all ok, but it’s just gas station food.” I leaned on the counter and watched her.

She was looking in the refrigerators and I got to watch her bend down again. She bent further down, and I thought my eyes would pop out. But there it was, the bottom of her bottom peeked out and so help me it was all skin. She wasn’t wearing panties. I covered my mouth and turned away. This woman was going to be the death of me. She came up to the counter and set the cup of coffee and the salad down. “Oh, I want something sweet.” She turned and walked away to look at the candy. I watched her and hoped she would find something she liked on the bottom shelf.

“So, where are you heading?” I moved around behind the counter to get a better look.

“Oh, I have a lot of friends in Canada, so I am visiting my way through on my way home.” She was still looking on the bottom of the shelf and each move made the skirt wiggle across her legs.

“Where is home?” I grinned at her backside.

“Maine, I live in a little town called Bath, at the bottom of the Sebasticook River and along the broken coast.” She stood up and turned to look at me.

“That’s a long way away,” I said looking at her flushed face.

She walked over to the counter and smiled at me. “It’s going to be hard to go home.”

“Why is that?” I was watching her eyes sparkle.

“I haven’t lived alone for a while, so it’s going to be hard.” She set the candies she picked down on the counter.

“Is this all for you?” I was glad she was going to stick around for a while.

“I want a pack of Pall Malls, the white ones, 100’s, and a lighter.” She sighed. “I quit a while back, but I want one.” She grinned at me.

 I flipped the smokes out of the rack, grabbed her a lighter from the display, and I picked a pink one hoping she would like it. “It’s not the best habit to have and I only say that, because I smoke too.” I put all the charges into the register, and she paid with her card.

She picked up the cigarettes and smiled. “When is your smoke break?”

“When I can get one and there is no one in the store.” I was reaching under the counter to pick up mine.

“Will you come out with me?” She packed the pack of cigarettes and picked up the lighter.

“Sure, I need to check the trash cans anyway.” I walked around the counter surprised by her open nature and enjoying her company.

I followed her to the door, both of our hands reaching out to open it. I beat her to it and opened it for us. We walked away from the door and we both lit up. “Can I ask you something? If it’s too personal, you don’t have to answer.”

“Ask away.” She took a deep drag of the smoke. I watched her mouth as she blew it out, I was lost in the little o her lips made. “Are you going to ask or what?”

“You said you are living alone?” I took a deep drag and looked deep into her eyes. It wasn’t as glaringly bright here and the soft light made her look younger.

“My husband died.” She took another deep drag and looked down.

‘Oh, crap, I stepped in it now.’ I thought. “I’m so sorry to hear that.”

“It’s ok,” she took another drag. “Maybe I can finally get laid.”

I cleared my throat, my mouth slightly open and I just looked at her. She finally looked back at me, and I found my tongue. “Really?” was all I could manage.

“We weren’t exactly a couple, well not a normal one anyway.” She took a drag and looked at me. “You see, we didn’t have sex for the last 8 years of our marriage. So, in a way, I’m excited and a little scared.”

“I see.” I took another drag and nodded my head. “You know, I couldn’t help but notice that you’re not wearing any panties.” I felt the blush spread across my face.

“Did you now?” She smiled and her cheeks flushed with color. “Would you like to help me with something?” Her grin glowed and her eyes sparkled.

“I’d love to. What would that be?” I was getting lost looking into her eyes.

“I need to break a bunch of firsts.” One of her hands came up and she put it gently on my chest. “I haven’t been kissed in forever.” It was painful what she said. Her eyes even started to water. “Would you mind being my first?”

I flicked my smoke out into the parking lot and put my hand gently on her face. I leaned down, my lips touched hers, and they were so soft, that I stroked them with mine for a moment. Then I pressed into her. Her hand gripped the front of my shirt and she pressed up into me. I opened my mouth and felt her respond. The moment our tongues touched, she took in a deep breath and pressed into the kiss. Her hand pulled against my shirt, and I put my other hand on her face. She smoked menthols and I could taste it, and there was the underlining of coffee on her tongue. I thought my heart was going to burst by the way she kissed me back.

She broke the kiss, and I took my hands off her face. “Sorry,” I whispered at her.

She shook her head, tears in her eyes and she smiled. “Would you mind doing it again, maybe even, a little more?” Tears gently rolled down her cheeks.

I took her face again in my hands and wiped the tears away. I kissed her forehead, softly brushed my lips across her eyes, and moved my way back to her soft lips. Her mouth opened and took me in. It was better than the first time and I kissed her harder. I broke the kiss, took the smoke from her hand, took a quick drag, and flicked it out into the parking lot. She was smiling so brightly, and my heart was beating hard in my chest. “Come with me.” I took her hand in mine and walked us back into the store. “Go into the bathroom. I’ll be there in a moment.” It was the only room without a camera, and I didn’t want it broadcasted that I took this beautiful woman into a bathroom on camera. She grabbed her bag off the counter and headed into the restroom. I went behind the counter for a moment, walked to the front of the store, locked the door, and went into the women’s restroom.

She was waiting for me. Her bag was open in the sink and a condom in her hand and she shakingly held it out to me, I took the flat square package and kissed her hard. She aroused something primal in me and I couldn’t wait to get my hands on her. She started to undo my pants, my cock was hard and pushing against my zipper, but she was careful. Her hands took my cock gently out of my tight pants, and she started to stroke it lightly. Our tongues were dancing, and our breath was coming fast. I wanted her and she wanted me.

She pulled back and started to undo my shirt. I couldn’t believe we were going to do this, but she was willing and so was I. I pulled her shirt over her head and bent down to kiss her breasts. They were bulging out of the top of her bra, and I wanted to free them. I reached behind her for the clasp of the bra. It was quick to find and easy to undo. The weight of them alone made me put my hands on them, grip them, and hold them up. I picked her up, put her on the counter, and dropped to one knee. I wanted to taste her, run my tongue across her wet pussy, and flick it on her clit.

Her hands touched my hair, and she moaned the moment my tongue licked at her. She was sweet, like the candy she bought but hadn’t eaten yet. I sucked up her lower lips, kissed her clit, and stuck my tongue deep into her. I looked up at her, I wanted to see her face, and I watched her breasts heave with each breath. Her mouth was open, and she tossed her head back, but her hands gripped my head and pushed my face deeper into her. I flicked my tongue across her clit, her nipples were hard, and I reached up to touch them lightly. I brushed my open hand against them, the hardness of them tickling my palm and her legs spread more.

I slid a finger in her, and she moaned. I sucked her clit in between my teeth, and she let out a high-pitched squeal. I licked her, lapped up her essence, and sucked on her clit. Her moans and movements told me she was ready. She was ready to give me everything, every orgasm she missed over the time she had gone without. Her fingers wrapped in my hair, and I could hear her gasping for breath. Her moans growing in pitch, and I sucked her lower lips into my mouth.

I went back to her clit, flicking it with my tongue and listening to her moan. She started to push against my head, trying to deny me the flavor of her orgasm, and I pushed hard into her. Licking her faster, pushing my fingers in deeper, and listening to her pleasure. She moaned loudly, the soft flood of fluid flowed, and my tongue caught it. Her legs closed against my head, but I wouldn’t stop until I got what I wanted, and I wanted every drop. I licked her for a moment more, and then I pulled away. I stood up and watched her.

She slid down off the counter, turned around, and lifted her skirt. I quickly put the condom on and stepped behind her. She leaned down over the sink and arched her back. ‘Oh god, I’m going to fuck her.’ I couldn’t believe I was doing this. I slid my covered cock between her legs. She was still wet, and my cock was aching, throbbing to be in her. She braced herself on the countertop and spread her feet. I moved my cock between her legs, feeling her heat and the moisture she was producing. I groaned and I wasn’t even in her yet.

“Please.” She pushed back against me, and I reached under her and put my cock into her pussy.

‘Fuck she is tight.’ She let out a gasp. “Am I hurting you?” I whispered in her ear over her shoulder.

“You feel so good.” I could barely hear her. “Please.” She pushed against me again and impaled herself on my cock. I thrust into her gently, kissing her shoulder and gripping her breasts. She moaned softly at each thrust, and she was tight, untouched for years, she felt wonderful. Her bare skin against my chest and her breasts in my hands made me thrust a little harder. I squeezed her nipples between my fingers and thumbs. Her head tipped back, and I could watch her face in the mirror. Her mouth was open, her eyes were closed, and she had a look of pure ecstasy. Every small line was gone, her eyes opened, and the pleasure showed in them. I put my teeth against the skin of her shoulder and slid them up to her neck. She gasped, her open mouth smiled, and she pressed harder against me. I gripped her breasts and thrust hard into her. Her body went forward with the movement, her hair bouncing with the force, and I watched as each thrust made her moan and tousled her hair. “Harder.” It came out as a moan and I planted my feet and bent my knees.

I moved my hands down to her hips and took a tight grip on them. She wanted hard and I was more than hard and ready to give it to her. I pulled her against me as I thrust into her. I watched the mirror and her breasts bounced with each thrust. I started slow, wanting to enjoy each moment with her, wanting to watch her joy and see her cum. I loved how hot and tight she was around my cock. I slowed down a little, to curb my orgasm, to slow the moment down. I reached up and gripped her hair, gathered as much as I could, and I gently pulled her head back. I wanted to watch her face, watch her cum with me when I was ready. “You tell me when you’re going to cum.”

She moaned loud and rocked back against me. “Fuck me hard.” It was a burst and I listened to her. I started to thrust hard into her, pulling her hair as gently as I could while I slammed my cock into her. I could feel her legs start to shake and her moans started to come up in pitch. I wanted to burst inside her and feeling her tighten around my shaft and how hot she was getting was going to make me cum before her. “Oh, God.” She cried out and I rammed her hard. Her face was amazing, her mouth open, her eyebrows pushed together, and a look of pure pleasure was reflected back to me. I could feel her clamp around me, and I let go. Each burst that squirted out of me a pure joy to match hers. I moaned out loud but thrust a few more times filling her cunt and loving every minute of it. I wrapped my arms around her, trapping her arms against her own body, and held her close to my chest. I could feel her breathing hard, her head rested back on my shoulder, and I rubbed my head against hers. This was the best moment ever and I wanted to hold her, let her know that she was loved, even if it was only, at this moment. I looked at us in the mirror, both of us panting and feeling the flood of emotions an orgasm brings.

“That was awesome.” It was a sigh. “I can’t thank you enough.”

“I should be thanking you.” I held her tightly against me. I wanted to give her more. I hope that what I did give her was enough. “Are you alright?”

“Yes.” She sighed and then took a deep breath. “Now I am hungry, and I would love a smoke.” We were looking at each other in the mirror. I wanted a moment to remember this woman, how she felt, tasted, and smelled.

“I guess I should unlock the door.” I smiled at her.

She smiled and started to laugh, a soft laugh, that vibrated against my chest and down my body. Her warmth was wonderful against my chest, but I knew I had to let her go, I had to reopen the store, and just like her, I wanted a smoke. I took one deep breath and relaxed my arms. I stepped back and broke the connection between us, it’s not what I wanted to do, but it had to be done. I took off the condom and tossed it into the trash. I would smell like her, but it would be all I would have when she was gone. I pulled up my pants and buttoned up my shirt. She was leaning against the counter watching me, no attempt to cover herself, nude from the waist up and beautiful.

I stepped up against her, leaned forward, and kissed her temple. “I’m going out to unlock the doors. Are you ok?” I stepped back and looked into her face.

“Yea,” she paused, and I kept watching her. There was more to it, and she would let me know soon. She looked away and then picked up her shirt. “I’m ok. Really.”

“Then why won’t you look at me.” I bent sideways a little to catch her eyes. “Are you regretting it? What we did. Was I not good enough?” I couldn’t think of what the problem was, there was no way I didn’t come through for her.

“You were wonderful.” A slow smile crept across her face. “I just, wish it wasn’t over.” Her shoulders dropped for a moment and then she grabbed her bra.

“I’m off in an hour.” I smiled at her and then I started to chuckle.

“Really?” her head tipped to the side, and she smiled at me.

“Yes, if you want more.” I reached out and touched her cheek. She needed more and she was afraid to ask, but in an hour, I would be more than ready. “I’ll head out. You come out when you are ready.” She nodded her head and smiled at me.

I went out of the women’s restroom and to the front door, I unlocked it and went back to my list. She came out and walked to her side of the counter, she had her purse over her shoulder, and she grinned at me. “Want to go out for a smoke?” We went out the door together and she followed me while I checked on the trashcans. There wasn’t much in them, so, I left them for the day shift. She didn’t say a word and I was happy just to have her with me.

We stood against the wall, and I took out a smoke. She dug in her purse for a moment and then she pulled the pack out. “So,” she cleared her throat and put the smoke in her mouth. I reached forward and flicked the lighter. She took a deep drag.  “How close do you live?” She blew the smoke out.

“I have an apartment two blocks from here.” I watched her grin again at me.

“Sounds great to me.” She took another drag and blew it out. “I can follow you.”

“My bike is in the back, but I don’t think you want to follow me on my bike.”

“Well, I have a bike rack in the trunk, so if it still works for you, I would be delighted to drive you home.” There was a blush on her cheeks as she took another drag. “I’ll put the rack on the car, eat my salad, and drink my coffee.” She looked around us. “I might need a fresh cup because I bet mine is cold by now.”

She made me laugh and I loved it. “Sounds like a plan to me.”

We smoked and just glanced at each other. “You know, I really like you.” I wanted to do more, I wanted to grab her and kiss her.

“I think, you are wonderful.” She smiled, stepped toward me, and kissed my cheek.

I turned my head and caught her mouth as she was pulling away. She pulled back and looked at me, no smile and I could swear her nostrils expanded. She leaned up and I covered her mouth with mine. Her tongue wiggled wildly in my mouth, and I was having a hard time keeping up with her. I put my hand on the back of her head and pushed her into me, I wanted her. She pulled away and took another drag of her smoke, flicked it out into the parking lot, and then headed into the store.

I followed her and appreciated the look of her bottom in the dress, and now even more since I knew she wasn’t wearing panties. She headed to the coffee counter, and I headed behind the counter. She came back with a fresh cup, and I just smiled at her. “Take it. I’ll cover it for you.”

“Are you sure?” She grinned at me.

“Oh yea, I’ll take care of you.” I smiled back and her grin opened up to a full smile with a slight blush on her cheeks. She put the salad and the candies in her purse, and looped it over her arm, picked up both coffee cups, and headed for the door.

“I’ll see you out there.” She called over her shoulder.

I took a deep breath and picked up my list, I pushed through the rest of it and glanced at her out the window. She made a call, and I wasn’t surprised at that, she did say she had friends waiting for her. I watched her look through her phone and eat her salad. By the next time I looked at her she was drinking the coffee, I wasn’t sure if it was the cold one or the hot one, and I grinned at the time. Fifteen more minutes and I would be out and with her. I did the sweeping and the moping, glancing out the window and watching her put the bike rack on the trunk of the car. I couldn’t believe she was coming home with me. I took care of my final duties and locked the door. I walked through to the back, shut off the lights, grabbed my bike, and went out the auto-locking back door.

I was getting more excited by the minute as I walked around the corner and saw her leaning against the back of the car waiting for me. She stood up when she saw me and smiled. “Do you want help with that?”

“I think I can manage it.” I lifted the bike, put it in the hooks, and started to strap it down. She watched me for a moment and then went and got in the car. I watched what I was doing but I could feel that I was grinning like a fool. I walked around to the passenger’s side of the car, opened the door, and got in. She started the car as soon as my door closed.

“Don’t forget your seatbelt.” She put the car in gear headed for the main road.

“Take a right,” I said as the seatbelt clicked in.

“Do me a favor, just point and tell me what road. It makes it easier for me.” She laughed and glanced at me. “Do you mind if I turn the music on?”

“Not at all.” She made the first turn and started down the road. Then she reached over and pressed the button on the stereo. I wasn’t prepared, I was not prepared at all for the music that started to come out of the speakers. “What is this?” I asked.

“Mongolian throat singing.” She started to laugh, and I laughed along. “I can change it if you like.” She was still giggling.

“That’s ok, watch where you’re driving.” This beautiful sexy woman, that I could still taste in my mouth, was quickly becoming the delight of my life. “Left at the light.” I pointed as she requested.

“Thank you.” She was still giggling, and I just shook my head and couldn’t wait to get her home.

It was a short drive. “That apartment building right there.” I pointed at my apartment complex. “You can pull in the back. There’s a place for visitors to park.” She pulled in the drive, and I pointed to the visitor’s section. She pulled into a parking spot and shut off the car. I was just happy the music stopped.

“Can I bring in my overnight bag?” She held on to the steering wheel looking straight ahead and not looking at me.

“I wouldn’t mind that at all.” I put my hand over hers on the wheel for just a moment and then undid my seatbelt and got out. I shut the door and walked around to the bike rack and started undoing the straps. She got out, with her purse in one hand, and opened the back seat. She bent over and was looking in the car. I was lost looking at the short skirt and knowing how soft that ass was. I pulled the bike down just as she shut the back door, her purse in one hand and a small bag in the other and she looked a little lost. “It’s this way.” I started pushing the bike toward the apartment building. I could hear her footsteps following me and I turned and glanced at her. From the parking lot lights, I got a look at her face. She was looking down at the ground and I could see it written all over her, she couldn’t believe she was doing this either. I stopped in my tracks and turned and looked at her. She stopped behind me and her eyes floated up to look at my face. “I really, need you to be sure about this.”

“I am.” She said but there was a look in her eyes.

“I mean it. I can’t, I can’t do anything unless you want to.” I sighed. “If you want to just crash for the night, that’s fine with me, and if you want to do more, I’m fine with that too.”

She reached out and caught my arm. “Thank you for that.” She smiled at me.

I grinned at her, “Come on, let’s get inside.” I walked to the door of my apartment and used my key to open the door. It was dark inside, but I turned on all the lights I could reach so she could look around. I wanted her to be able to see everything. I could walk through this place in the dark and know where everything is, but I didn’t want her to feel any discomfort. The one thing I was suddenly very aware of, was clean my apartment is. I may not have the best or newest gadgets, but I take care of what I do have. The place was tidy and comfortable, some people might consider it small, but it was perfect for me.  I walked the bike to its place by the small washer and dryer. I turned around and looked for her. She was standing in the open doorway looking around at the apartment.

“This place is clean. Maybe you should come to my place for a while.”  She grinned and stepped into the apartment.

“It might not be much to some people, but it’s home.” I walked into the small kitchen and opened the fridge. “Would you like a beer?”

“Sure.” I heard the door close and listened as she set her bag down on the couch.

I pulled two beers out of the fridge, opened them, and went into the living room.

She was standing and looking around her. “I like your place.” She reached out and took the bottle from my hand.

“Would you like to play some darts?” I smiled and took a drink of my beer.

“Sure, I don’t really know how to play.” She grinned and took a drink of her beer.

“I can teach you.” I couldn’t wait to teach her. I opened the dart cabinet and took out the darts. I smiled at her in excitement.

“I’ve never really played darts before.” She reached out for a set. I handed them to her, and our hands brushed. She looked me in the eye and I watched her mouth slowly spread into a smile.

“Don’t worry, I’ll show you.” I took a deep breath and pushed the coffee table aside. The room wasn’t that big, but it was enough to throw darts. I set my beer down on the table and looked at her. “It's easy, watch.” I held the dart gently between my finger and thumb and gave it an easy toss to the board. It stuck in the double five. The next dart the twelve, and the third hit the five. I looked at her and smiled. “So, we start with 301 points, and you want to be at zero.” I didn’t want to show off and I was a little nervous. “So that is a double five, a twelve and a five. Minus twenty-seven for me.” I walked forward, put the score on the chalkboard, and pulled out my darts. “Your turn.” I stepped behind her, picked up my beer, and took a drink.

She set down her beer and looked at the board. She took a few deep breaths and then brought her hand up with the dart in it. She stood there for a moment lining up the shot and then threw it. It missed the board and hit the wall under the cabinet. “Shit, I’m sorry.” She turned and looked at me. I started to laugh and so did she. She was too uptight to throw, and the darts were heavy.

“You need to relax.” I was still chuckling as I went forward and picked up the dart off the carpet. I walked back to her and handed her the dart.

“I thought you were going to show me.” She smiled and shook her head slightly.

“May I?” I grinned, knowing I would be touching her.

“Please.” That look was back in her eyes and the smile was tempting.

I stepped behind her and leaned against her a little. She was so warm, and my body started to react to how she felt in my arm. I took her hand in mine, the one holding the next darts to throw, and slid my other hand down her arm to her wrist. I lifted her hand, with the dart ready to throw and breathed in the scent of her hair. “You want to aim a little high, the weight of the dart and the speed of the throw will bring it down to your target.”

“Hum.” Her head leaned back against me, and her body relaxed in my hands. My thoughts ran to the thin skirt and the fact that she didn’t have panties on.

“Just try to relax and let the dart fly.” I didn’t want to let her go but I took a deep breath and stepped back.

She looked at the board, her hand pumped once toward the board, and on the second time, she released it. Triple, fucking, twenty. I stood there with my mouth open. She spun with a smile on her face. “Beginners luck, right.” She laughed and threw the next dart. It stuck in the single three and she laughed harder. She took a few deep breaths and I watched her relax again. She pumped it once and then let it fly. Bull's eye. ‘Fuck me.’ I thought. That’s a score of minus one thirteen. She started to laugh again.

“You are bullshitting me. How long have you been playing?” I grinned looking at the board. I definitely got suckered.

“I haven’t seriously.” She laughed. “I was thinking of how good you felt holding me and it just happened.”

“Just happened?” I stepped forward and put my arms around her, tipped her off balance, and kissed her hard.

Her arms flew around me and her grip was holding on for dear life. Her mouth responded instantly, and I could taste the beer on her tongue. I pulled back and looked down at her, keeping her off balance. “Which way to the bedroom?” she breathed. I tipped her up and pointed. “Bathroom first, if you don’t mind.” Her grin bloomed and her cheeks reddened.

I was infatuated again but pointed down the same short hall. She grabbed her bag still laughing under her breath and went into the bathroom. I walked up and looked at the board. ‘Fuck me.’ I chuckled and walked toward the bedroom. I just walked past the door to the bathroom and into the bedroom. I hit the bedroom light just as the bathroom door opened. I didn’t make it two steps before her arms were around my waist. I turned in her grip and put my arms around her. She pushed off the floor and our mouths met again. She took a step into me, pushing me lightly with her body and I responded by backing up to the bed.

My calves touched the mattress and her hands started to undo my shirt. I put my hands under her shirt and moved them up her soft skin. She started undoing my pants, I unsnapped her bra, let my hands move down her back and to her skirt. There was a zipper in the back, and I slowly undid it. The skirt fell and so did my pants. I adjusted, kicking off my shoes and running my hands down her bare bottom. So soft and so round, I squeezed her cheeks in my hands. She moaned slightly in my mouth, and I didn’t want to wait any longer. I let her go, slid my shirt off, dropped my boxers, and sat on the bed. I freed my legs and feet from the whole mess in one sweep. Her blouse and bra fell to the floor before I could finish.

She was beautiful, standing nude in front of me and I slid back on the bed and held a hand out to her. She smiled, took my hand, and crawled right on top of me. I kissed her feeling her warmth wash over me, she was the sun's warmth to my winter cold and I bathed in it. I reached both hands down and grabbed her thighs. I began to put pressure on them, begging her to scoot up my body. She did, a little more, and a little more until she was almost sitting on my chest. I put my hands on both of her bottom cheeks and pulled her into my face.

I could smell how rich she was from the last time, and I devoured her. Licking and sucking at her, wanting each rich flavor she could offer. I heard her hands grip the headboard by the slight squeak of it. I listened to her moan and felt each time her thighs tightened. She wanted to ride my face I let her, and I loved it. The pitch of her cries went up in volume and I squeezed the soft round cheeks, digging my fingers into the soft flesh. I pinned her against my face, sucking down every drop she could give me. She cried out loud and lifted to get away from me, but I followed her, chasing the flood.

I was hard and throbbing, wanting to be in her. I pulled at her, and she started to work her way back down my body. I could feel my pulse in my cock, and watching her breasts work their way down, I wanted a mouthful of each of them. I suckled one breast and then the other as they came close to my eager mouth. Her soft moans and sighs were music to me, and I played her, wanting her to have satisfaction. Her mouth came to me next, my hands never stopping their glide across her skin, and I tasted her tongue. The beer she drank, the menthol cigarette she smoked and now her flavor from my tongue joined in the mix.

I didn’t want the kiss to stop and rolled us over, pinning her under me. My cock brushed against her wetness, and she gasped. Her hands stroked down my back, her nails slightly digging into my butt. I slid into her, kissing her deeply, and felt each breath of hers across my cheek. She was tighter than before. Swollen from the last time I was in her and blew my mind. I thrust gently, kissing down her neck and listening to her moans bounce through my brain. Her nails bit deep and I thrust hard into her. Her moans were so loud in my ear that I thrust harder.

I knew her cries now and knew she was close. The sounds bathed me in their warmth, and I thrust deep into her heat. I could feel my own body tighten, preparing to let it go, but I fought it. I breathed in her ear. “I’ll pull out.” She moaned again, loud, and strong.

“Feed it to me.” The words echoed through me and tightened me even more. I fought the feeling back wanting to feel her cum on me, around me, and bathe me in her warmth. “Oh, God.” I felt it, felt her body clamp around mine. It took everything for me to hold back. I waited, holding off the moment to give her the most of her pleasure.

I couldn’t take it anymore and pulled out of her. I moved up on her chest and her greedy mouth covered me. One hard suck was all it took, and I gushed into her mouth. she swallowed hard and my body pulsed to each swallow. She refused to let go, and I pulled away from her. Her eyes were closed, her body hot and I lay down next to her. She put her arm over me, snuggled against my chest, and gave one last sigh of contentment. I held her, stroked her soft hair and her arm before my eyes closed.

Weeks went by and the same thing day after day started to wear me down. I was short-tempered at work and walking into the apartment was a reminder that I was alone. I refused to wash the pillowcase and just bought two more. I could smell her there and kept it in a plastic Ziplock bag, so nothing happened to it. I went home frustrated and sat on the couch. I quickly started looking through my mail and found a card. It wasn’t a holiday or a birthday. I could smell the perfume on it, and I opened it carefully.

Just wanted to say thank you and that I will never forget you. I have given you all my information and if you ever find yourself in Maine, please come and see me. I miss you very much. You are welcome to call me anytime.

You have my love.

I just held the letter and looked at it, then I breathed it in and reached for the phone.

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I couldn’t believe I was standing here. The house was so like her, and I started to walk to the front door. I didn’t make it and it flew open, her bright smile greeted me, and she ran into my arms. I scooped her up and we laughed.