Getting laid?
I couldn't think of any other reason that he would close down the office and then try to make me think he'd been working all day.
This was intriguing.
Later I tried to get him to fuck me, just to see if he was worn out from whatever he'd been doing that afternoon.
The results were ambiguous.
He was taking a shower. I stood outside the bathroom and took off all my clothes, then climbed in with him.
"Hey!"
"What's the matter? There's room for both of us, isn't there, honey?"
I had my hands all over his upper body now. His cock was limp, and didn't show any signs of coming to life.
"What's the matter with you?" he asked, his voice tinged with irritation.
"Nothing's the matter with me. What about you?" I asked, looking meaningfully at his flaccid cock.
"I'm just tired."
"I bet you are," I cooed, letting my fingers run all over his cock and balls. There was still no response.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Just what I said. I bet you're tired."
We looked at each other for a moment, and I think that he suddenly realized that I was on to something, because all at once he began to get a lot more friendly.
He put both his hands on my tits.
Then he squeezed my ass.
I felt like I'd found out what I wanted to know, add would have been happy to get out of the shower and leave Gerald alone.
But he wouldn't have it that way.
His cock was beginning to get hard now, and I think he wanted to make it with me to allay any doubts or suspicions I might have. He was too late for that, obviously, but I couldn't do anything about it now. After all, I'd been the one to start this whole thing.
I might as well finish it.
Without a lot of enthusiasm I rubbed up against his body, feeling his half-erect cock into my stomach. In spite of everything I'd been through I felt the beginnings of excitement stirring deep inside my cunt. It was almost as if all the sex been having had just put me in a state of continual arousal rather than making me feel worn out.
Suddenly I wanted to get fucked again.
"Well, well, well. It's nice to see you coming to me."
He kissed me. I closed my eyes and pretended I was with Robert. The hot water beating down on our bodies from above felt, and as long as I forgot I was making it with Gerald I found that the whole experience was kind of pleasant.
I took his cock in my hands. It was completely lard now. I could me the veins standing out from his tightly drawn skin, and his cockhead was wide and smooth.
I wanted it inside me. "Come on, Gerald, fuck me."
"Here?"
"Why not?"
Making it in the shower wasn't exactly Gerald's style; we both knew that. He was more the kind of person who would like to do it under the coven with the lights out.
In other words, imagination wasn't his strong point.
Again I tried to think of Robert. My cunt was wet and ready; all I had to do was get his prick inside me and I would be home free.
"Come on, Gerald…"
He didn't know what to do. The only way he knew how to fuck was good old man-on-top-get-it-over-with-quick.
Jesus.
Finally I practically leaped up into the air and landed on his cock, my legs wrapped around his back and my arms around his shoulders.
He almost fell down, but his cock slipped easily into my cunt.
"What…"
"Just fuck me, Gerald. Fuck my cunt!"
I was getting angry now, and I was tempted to climb off his cock and forget about the whole thing.
But then he started thrusting into me.
I'd never made love with someone who was standing up before, and all of a sudden I realized that I'd been missing something special.
The penetration was incredible.
Each time I went down his cock it felt like he was piercing me to the deepest corners of my pussy. All my weight was forcing his cock there, and it felt incredibly good.
"Hey, I think we're on to something, aren't we?"
"What do you mean?"
"Never mind," I gasped in exasperation. "Just fuck me."
I glanced up and down his shaft as fast could fling my body. My thighs were working hard, driving my pussy over the length of his prick, while my arms helped me rub my tits all over his chest.
It wasn't bad at all…
"Come on, baby, harder. Give me a workout, Gerald, give my cunt a real workout."
Then suddenly I felt his cock begin to shudder inside me.
"NO!" I shouted. I didn't want him to come. Not yet.
He came anyway.
I could feel his cock suddenly swell up inside me, and a moment later my own cunt juice was joined by his spurting jism. It shot deep into my cunt, filling me with messy, sticky goo.
Then it was over.
Gerald had managed to fuck things up again. As usual. Suddenly I decided not to tell him about Melissa. It was an irrational decision, and at the time I didn't have the faintest idea why my frustration over his inability to satisfy me should make me not want to tell him about his daughter.
Later it made more sense.
The next morning was Thursday. I was alone in the house and all I could think about was how much I wished it were Friday. I wondered what kind of "party" Michelle was planning for tomorrow afternoon.
It would probably be interesting.
The only bad thing was that whatever she had planned for tomorrow wasn't doing me a bit of good today.
I wanted some action.
My experience with Gerald in the shower the previous night had left me very horny, with no outlet. Somehow I'd managed to go to sleep, but it hadn't been easy. My cunt was positively throbbing with frustration. I wanted to get fucked in the worst possible way.
But there were other things on my mind as well. Such as the whole matter of Gerald's little afternoon rendezvous with 'F'. I was going to have to find out more about that as soon as possible.
Right after I took care of my cunt.
I thought about going into the city again, but it was such a hassle that I decided against it.
Finally I came up with an idea.
It wasn't particularly original, I'll admit, but it had a good chance of working. And anyway, it might be fun.
Finally I went into the kitchen and got a dishtowel. After wetting it thoroughly I stuffed it down the sink with a broom handle until it was out of sight somewhere in the pipes. Then I tried to run water in the basin.
It was stopped up beautifully.
After that it was simple. I called the first plumber I could find in the phone book and sat down to wait. I could feel the tension rising within me; I felt like a cat about to pounce on her prey.
My prey turned out to be very young. He couldn't have been more than eighteen, and I could tell from the moment he walked in that he was not used to being around beautiful women.
Good.
That would make things even more interesting for us both. I could see him trying not to stare at the way my tits were swelling up beneath my blouse, but he wasn't succeeding. His eyes were drawn to my nipples as if they were magnets.
Leaving him in the kitchen, I went into the bedroom and took off all my clothes. Looking at myself in the mirror I decided that my body was better right now than it had ever been in my life.
The plumber was going to be in for a surprise. His name was Larry. I waited for him to finish.
Finally I heard sounds out in the hallway. He was calling out to me, trying to find out where I was.
"I'm back here," I called to him, opening the door to the bedroom just a crack. "Came on back."
I could sense some hesitation on his part, but as I stood behind the door I heard him coming down the hell toward me.
Then he was in the bedroom.
As soon as he was inside I closed the door behind me and stood in front of it. He heard me and turned around.