Saturday was a day to sleep in and relax. I came home late on Friday after dinner with friends in DC, yet here I was, a little after 7:30 and not only was I awake, but I had started a load of laundry, and I was on my second cup of coffee. I had just pulled out my laptop when my phone rang.
“Yeah?” I said, a bit of grouch in my voice.
It was election season, and the spammers and scammers were in high gear, so regardless of what the number claimed, I did not believe it.
“It’s me,” Susan’s voice said, small and distant. “Can you come and get me?”
“Come and get you where?” I asked with no grouch in my voice at all as I moved to the bedroom to start getting dressed.
“Well, that’s a funny story. I am at Vienna.”
“I am going to assume the Metro station and not the city.”
“When you came out of the turnstiles, did you turn right or left?” I asked as I pulled a clean shirt over my head.
“Right, I think.”
“OK. Where you are standing now, the tracks end a bit beyond the station. Looking across the highway, is the end of the tracks on your left or your right?”
“OK. Make yourself comfortable. I will be there as fast as I can, but it will still be a half-hour.”
“Drive safe. I love you.”
“I love you too.”
I disconnected and tried to find my sandals and the car keys. And only a small part of my mind wondered what was going on. Susan’s voice was distressed. I found my keys and hustled out to the Jeep.
At this hour on a Saturday morning, the traffic was light, even if the number of State troopers looking to catch up on their quotas was unreasonably high, which meant the 20 odd miles were going to take all of the thirty-five minutes to traverse. It was faster than the ninety minutes it might have taken if this was a weekday. So I set myself up in the slow lanes and watched the troopers go after the soccer moms who should have know better. Marc Cohen just saw the ghost of Elvis as I turned the corkscrew off-ramp that dumped me into the kiss and ride lot on the south side of the Vienna station.
She was sitting under a shelter and stood up as I maneuvered the Jeep to the curb and unlocked the door. She opened the back door and put a small bag on the seat before she climbed in next to me and closed the door.
She did not put on her belt. Instead, she leaned across and pulled herself as tight against me as she could and kissed me as hard as she could. Her tongue plunged into my mouth, and she hung onto me like the last stable thing in her world. Our kiss was interrupted by her sudden tears.
With one hand holding her I moved the Jeep into a parking spot and put it in park before twisting myself enough to hold her until she stopped crying.
“No, but I am better,” she said dashing tears from her cheeks.
I fumbled behind my seat for the tissues in the pocket and passed them over to her. She blew her nose and dabbed her eyes before she squeezed my hand and looked at me.
“We had a fight. A big one.”
“Well I know he doesn’t like me much, but I was polite last night.”
“Apparently I was ‘overly flirty.’”
“Good thing he was still asleep when we had breakfast then,” I said with a wicked grin.
“I wasn’t being flirty,” she said.
“I did not say you were because you weren’t. At least above the table.”
She gave me a look, and I just smiled.
She leaned in and kissed me again, her hand resting on my thigh and her fingers by no means still.
“They are off to look at who knows what. Take me to your place and let me have my way with you.”
It was a demand. She turned and pulled the seatbelt on, and I put the car in gear and made my way back to the highway.
“How’s the traffic this morning?”
“Not bad. It’s early.”
“OK,” she said and moved a hand to my bare leg.
In the summer I wear shorts on the weekend, but I had been doing laundry, and rather than dig up a pair, I had wrapped my kilt around my waist for the quick trip to the station. Susan had not said anything, but as I made my way through another stoplight towards the on-ramp, she turned towards me and both her hands were on my thigh and moving under the hem of my kilt, her nails riding along the tensing muscles of my inner thigh. I spared a glance out of the corner of my eye as I came out of the curve and started accelerating as I merged onto the Interstate. Her hand reached my balls as I settled us in a lane and set the cruise control.
“Having fun?” I asked.
Her hand had wrapped around my stiffening cock, and she was leaning against my seat as her other hand played with my balls.
“I have always wanted to do this,” she said.
My cock was now a firm pole in her hands, and she stroked it gently. I had to pay attention to my driving and merged around a driver going even slower than I was and had just settled back in my lane when her mouth engulfed my cock and she sucked her way down its length. She bobbed her head several times before sitting up and adjusting the shoulder strap again. A Jeep is not designed for this sort of activity.
“I will finish when we get there,” she said, her hands going back to playing with my cock.
The trip back felt faster than the trip out, even with a stop for coffee on the way. I unlocked the apartment door and indicated she should enter as I carried her bag in and locked the door behind us.
She was back in my arms before I put the bag down, her kiss fervent and deep. I held her against me, and we kissed for several moments, our tongues battling with each other for dominance before giving into the other. She broke the kiss with a sigh.
“Through there,” I pointed toward the bedroom.
She took her bag and kissed me again.
“Give me a moment?”
She closed the bedroom door, and I went into the kitchen and swapped out my laundry.
“You weren’t kidding about only having one pillow were you,” she said as she came into the kitchen.
She had brushed her hair and taken off her shirt and shorts. She stood before me in a pink bra and thong that I had given her.
“Now why would I kid about a thing like that?” I asked as I pulled her into my arms for another kiss.
“We will have to remedy that,” she said, “but first, I want to suck your cock. I want to feel your hardness in my mouth. I want to touch my nose to your skin and make you moan as I suck you into my throat. I want you to fuck my mouth.”
I kissed her again, and we walked to the bedroom.
“Stand here,” she said as she positioned me at the edge of the bed.
She climbed on and placed herself in front of me. Because the mattress is on the floor, I had to bend down to kiss her, but that was not what was on her mind. To suck my cock, she was at the right height. She popped the catches on my kilt, and it fell away. I pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it on the floor as she let her hands run over my length before she sucked it into her mouth. She did not swallow me in on motion, but it was close. She backed off and looked up at me as she swirled the head of my cock with her tongue and then sucked me again, this time, her nose hit the skin over my pubic bone, and we both moaned as the tight ring of her throat squeezed me. She backed off again, licking my length and idly stroking the base of my cock.
I ran my hands through her short hair, luxuriating in the feelings and she sucked me into her mouth again. I pulled on her hair, and she moaned a bit. I held my hand behind her head and pulled her tight against me. She moaned more and swallowed harder, her mouth sucking me inside out. Her hands gripped my ass as she tried to suck my cock off my body. She pulled back and licked the gooey head, her tongue slipping over it as she licked me up. She looked up and me again, lust flaring in her eyes and she sucked me back into her mouth again, her head bobbing as she did. With each motion, she took more of my cock into her mouth. Her hands were rhythmically pulling against my ass, and I got the message. I began to fuck her mouth, my hips pushing more of my cock into her with each thrust. The deeper I went, the more she sucked until I slipped into the back of her throat. She grabbed my ass and held me, and my cock swelled and exploded in one motion, my cum pouring out of me and down her throat. She backed off slightly but that only served to make the feeling more intense, and I came harder. She sucked and gobbled me up before falling back on the bed a moment before my knees gave way and I fell beside her, panting heavily.
I reached out a hand for her, and she took it in hers squeezing it before she let go and forced herself to roll over and rest her head on my chest, her breathing returning to normal, despite the pounding of her heart. We kissed softly.
“I see you were inspired,” I said.
“I see you haven’t cum in a while,” she said.
“No incentive. You weren’t here.”
“Well, I am now.”
“Yes, so I see. And leaving me breathless.”
While I was recovering, my hands had not been idle as they traced lazy patterns across her back and hips. I could not reach all of her, but I could reach enough to touch. As my own heart returned to a more regular cadence, I turned and kissed her while my hand moved to stroke her leg and arm.
“Mm, I miss your touch,” she sighed.
“Well, then, let me touch you.”
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