All About Monday

Monday morning, L let me know when she was on the road, then when she’d left S’s house, where she dropped off some things from B’s house. (S was at work at the time.) She told me she wanted to take care of some financial things for her daughter’s college tuition and apply for a few jobs she knew about, so would need my computer. We she arrived, we sat on the couch together and I helped her through the websites. (I have a Mac, which is just different enough that L had a little harder time using it than she would have her own computer.)

During that time we talked, of course, and she mentioned that her lower back hurt (another bruise from B, apparently), so I massaged it lightly while she worked. She had to talk to her daughter, then to B, and to various administrative people at the college and the bank where they got the college loan from. She finally got all that settled, then I helped her apply for a job online. She didn’t know how to get her current resume from one job site to the one she was applying through (the employment commission’s site), so I had to help with that.

When that was done, she went to the bathroom to pee while we were talking. I stood by the door watching her (which she knew, having left the door open for me) but she seemingly ignored my pointed look at her crotch area as she zipped up. Back in the living room, she said she was going to look up a few more jobs, and I said “Okay. I’m going to the bedroom to… do something.” I said with a kind of half-leer. She laughed and said “what are you going to do?” I called over my shoulder “You want to watch?” and she said “No!” but she was laughing.

I really was horny, being so worked up from the events the day before. I left the door open while I got undressed and lay on the bed. I figured if she really did want to watch, she could come stand at the door. I had just started, and gotten pretty aroused, when I realized that if she didn’t come back I might want some porn to help me along. I’d left my phone in the living room with her, so I thought I’d put my shorts on and run in there real quick to get it. Then it occurred to me, why would I do that?

I walked into the living room naked, my cock bouncing up and down with my foot steps, and said “don’t mind me, I just need my phone.” She looked up and her eyes went wide, and she yelled “Rob! What are you doing?!” I laughed and went back to the bedroom, and called out again “are you sure you don’t want to watch?” She again said “No!” but she was still laughing. Even knowing she was in the next room, and could walk in to watch, made me a lot more excited than normal, and I didn’t really need the porn. I finished up, unwatched, and cleaned up and went back into the living room.

We were going to go by the FiL’s so she could talk to him, explain what was going on (but leaving out the further involvement with S). After we talked about it for a bit, she decided not to, so we went to lunch and then to pick up some things I needed to make dinner that night. We got back to the house and talked a bit more, then L said she was going to get her clothes for the interview from the car. Now I'd be lying if I said I hadn't considered what might happen when she changed clothes, so I was getting excited again about the possibilities.

L came back in with her clothes and make-up case and sat the clothes in the spare room. I followed her to the bathroom and we continued talking while she put on her make-up. I asked if she was nervous, and she said she wasn't too much, not really. I said "I could give you a tongue lashing to calm your nerves." She laughed and said no, but did cock her head a bit like she was thinking about it.

When she finished in the bathroom, she walked into the spare room, with me following. We were still talking when she took her shirt off, and saw me staring at her bra-covered boobs. "What are you looking at?" she asked, playfully, and making no move to cover up.

"What do you think I'm looking at?" I asked, laughing. "You've got great tits." She looked down and said "<The wife's> are bigger! Why do you like mine?" Instead of going into how L's are perkier, and firmer, I just said "I like your nipples." "Well," she said, "I guess you want to see them, huh?" She lifted up her bra and stepped closer. I reached up to touch, and she turned them toward my hand. I massaged both tits and pulled on the nipples, then she stepped back and pulled her bra back down.

She put her interview shirt on, then pulled her shorts off. I was admiring her ass, but she quickly stepped into her slacks, smoothing them down. "Do these look okay?" she asked me. "Hm, I don't know," I said. "Take them back off so I can compare." She laughed and walked past me, heading into the living room. She reached down and brushed her hand against my crotch as she, and I was already hard.

"God damned," I said. "I'm going to have to jack off again." I was serious. She asked "Are you really?" "Yea, you want to watch?" "Okay, make it quick."

We walked back to my bedroom, both of us giggling. I kicked off my shoes and stripped naked quickly while she stood at the door. I sat on the bed and said "How do you want to see it?" L laughed and said "This is your show; you choose." I lay back on the bed and started stroking, slowly.

"You want to touch him?" I asked. "No," she answered, stepping up to the bed and taking me in her hand, stroking me. "That's nice," I whispered. L stopped stroking me and stood back a step and said "I'm going to show you my tits." She pulled her shirt and bra up, then said "I'm going to take of my bra. And my shirt." I nodded, as that made more sense anyway. "Can I touch them?" I asked. "Yes," and she stepped back to the bed, leaning towards me so I could reach. I was stroking myself with my right hand and groping her with my left, then I raised up and asked "Can I suck them?" "No," she answered, moving closer so I could reach her nipple. "But you're going to anyway, right?" she said.

She reached down and started stroking me again. I lay back down and watched her looking at my cock, knowing she couldn't resist sucking it. Sure enough, she looked at me, chuckled a little, then leaned down and took me full in her mouth. She bobbed her head slow, but her tongue was working such that it felt like she was going much faster. L sucks with a gentle enthusiasm that's just the right amount of pressure, without being painful. I moaned as I squeezed her ass and rubbed her crotch over her pants, and after about 30 seconds she stopped and stepped away.

"We can't do this," she said, laughing but also almost serious. "But you want to," I said. "Yes," she answered. "But we can't." She kept watching me as I stroked. "Hurry up," she said. "It would go faster if you suck me." "I don't want to. Hurry up." "It would go quicker if you fucked me." "We can't." "But you want to," I repeated. "Yes, I do. But we can't. What if there are hidden cameras?" She stepped back to the bed and I reached out to caress her tits again. I could see the desire in her eyes as she looked at me and my cock.

"If there were hidden cameras, they'd be mine! Suck me," I said. "I don't want to suck you," she answered. "Liar. Fuck me then." "We can't! Yes, I want to, but we can't." I took another couple of strokes, playing with her tits. "You can rub him on me!" she said, excitedly. "Okay," I agreed readily. "See, we found a good compromise," L laughed, stripping her clothes as quickly as I had. I got off the bed and she lay down on her back, pulling her legs up and apart. I knelt between her legs, marveling at her  beneath me. I've said before, L has the prettiest pussy I've ever seen.

I started rubbing the head of my cock along her lips, spreading our moisture, then against her clit. She cooed and squirmed beneath me, making me even harder. I stuck a finger, then two, in her pussy and she groaned her appreciation. I was still rubbing the head up and down on her clit, and on one stroke up  it "accidentally" entered just a bit into her hole. Her eyes went wide and I said "I'm sorry." "It's okay," she said. "I know you want to." "It's okay?" "It's okay," she nodded.

I positioned my cock at her entranced then pushed gently but firmly in. She let out a long, loud moan as I buried myself fully in her. I gasped at finally feeling myself in her, her wrapped around me, again. I pulled out, then rammed home again. I grabbed her legs and pulled her to me so I could go even deeper. Within a very short time I had to stop, though; I was too close to coming. She understood immediately and said "Not yet, don't come yet!" I rubbed my dick head against her clit while I calmed down, and stuck my fingers in her again. When I felt under control again, I pushed back into her, and she started lightly bucking against me.

It was still almost too good, so I pushed all the way in, as deep as I could get, and stayed that way. She was furiously rubbing her clit, squirming around, and her pussy started clenching around me. "Move it a little," she said. I started pumping shallow strokes in and out, and L started shaking and moaning. Her pussy clenched faster, then I was too far gone. "I'm sorry, I'm going to come," I said. "Yes, come for me! Come for me!" she groaned. Before I could ask if she wanted me to come in or on her, it was too late. I slammed into her, shooting deep in her while she shook and clenched through her orgasm.

She grabbed my shoulders and pulled me down into her arms, kissing me passionately. Then she pushed me off, and laughing said "You asshole! Now I'm going to smell like sex for my interview, and you know B will smell this on me!" I followed her into the bathroom, grinning like a loon. "Sorry," I said. "I could have come on you, but that would have been a mess!" "That would have been easier to clean up though," she said. "Now I got to try to push this out!" She wasn't really mad, though.

She finished in the bathroom and we went back into the bedroom to get dressed. We embraced and kissed, and I swear I could have gone again if we'd had another 15 minutes or so. "I always come with you," she said, a look of almost awe on her face. "That's the one thing about S; after all this time I still haven't with him, no matter what we do." "What, even with assistance you can't?" "No," she said. "It's good, and I like it, but I don't come. I never really with B either, unless he was going down on me. But with you, it's like every time!"

We talked about that as we got dressed, and I said I'm glad she enjoys it with me, but I really hope that she can learn to enjoy it with S too. And the thing is, I really meant it.

She cleaned up, reset her hair, touched up her make-up and gathered her things. She didn't want to be late for her appointment, so we walked out to her car. I would have liked to have had one last embrace and kiss, but I knew she wouldn't want that. She was getting her mind geared up for something else and didn't want the distraction.

We hugged chastely, as brothers and sisters do, and said "Love you." She called later to say the interview went well.