Fifteen Minutes

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Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Heterosexual, Cheating, Slow, .

Desc: Sex Story: All she wanted was fifteen minutes of his time.



Author's note: My thanks to "Mrs. Hotbutt" and "oso_kure_us" for contributing their ideas to this story.


I rolled out of bed and God did my head hurt. But then why wouldn't it after a weekend long drunk. As I stumbled into the bathroom I was glad that weekends like the one I'd just managed to survive were not the norm. In fact, I hadn't had one like it since my last college frat party and that was over seven years ago. I opened the medicine cabinet, found the aspirin, took four and chased them with a glass of water.

As I was putting the bottle back out of the corner of my eye I saw the brassiere hanging over the edge of the dirty clothes hamper and I felt the flash of anger again. I fought it down; why get upset over something that was over and done with. As I walked back into the bedroom I saw the bed and had to fight down the anger again. I could never have slept on those sheets if I hadn't been too drunk to know what I was doing.

I went out into the kitchen and got a couple of garbage bags. I stripped the sheets and pillow cases off the bed and stuffed then into the garbage bags and then I went through the apartment and gathered up everything of hers that I could find and consigned it all to the trash bags. I set them outside the apartment door and I'd leave them there for twenty-four hours. If she hadn't picked them up by then I'd toss them into the dumpster.

I put the coffee on to brew while I showered and dressed and then had a cup with two pieces of toast. I probably should have eaten something a little more substantial, but I was afraid I wouldn't be able to keep it down. I filled my travel mug with coffee, grabbed my briefcase and headed out the door to go to work. As soon as I hit the parking lot the day that had started out with a bad head got worse. My car was gone. For a fleeting moment I thought it had been stolen, but then I realized that it was still sitting in the parking lot at Brady's Roadhouse and Tavern. Some good Samaritan had kept me from driving and had seen to it that I got home. I'd have to find out who and thank them.

The cab showed up fairly quickly and it managed to get me to work with just minutes to spare. During the cab ride I had time to lean back, stare out the window and think about the last four days and what had led up to them.


Once every three months my company rents one of the ballrooms at the Hilton and throws a cocktail party and invites all of our customers and suppliers. The purpose of the party was basically social. The owner of the company believed that meeting socially with the people you did business with, both as buyer and seller, allowed us to have a better feel for each other and that allowed us to build easier relationships with the people we interacted with on a daily basis. It seemed to work.

These parties were an "all hands on deck" affair as far as the employees at my company were concerned. You had to be there and no excuse other than a death in the family was acceptable and even then it needed to be a very close relative.

It was at one of these cocktail parties that I met Misty. She came as the date of one of the purchasing agents for Apex Industries and when I first saw her she took my breath away. About five feet six (and most of it appeared to be legs); a hundred and twenty pounds and all of it in the right places and she had jet black hair down to the middle of her back and the greenest eyes I'd ever seen.

As far as the cocktail party was concerned I may as well have been alone in a crater on the far side of the moon. I don't recall a single word anyone said to me at that party. Outside of Misty and her date I don't even remember anyone else who was there. I spent the entire party moving around to keep Misty in sight - I just could not take my eyes off of her.

The amazing thing is that at no time during that party were we introduced and by the time the party stared breaking up we had not spoken one word to each other. I was at one of the side tables getting a cup of black coffee for the road when someone moved up beside me and I felt a slight tug on my jacket pocket. I looked over and saw Misty standing next to me and I saw her hand coming out of my pocket. She looked up at me, winked, got a cup of coffee and walked away. She rejoined her date and they left the party. I must have stood there a full minute wondering if I had really seen her wink at me and then I remembered her hand coming out of my pocket. I reached in the pocket and felt a piece of paper and I pulled it out and looked at it. It had some printing on it and I read:

"Misty - 555-1237 - after 6 PM."

The next day 6 PM couldn't come quick enough for me. At 5:59:48 on my digital watch I punched in the number she had given me and at 6:00:02 the phone was answered and a female voice said:

"Hello?"

"Misty? This is..."

"I know who you are Mr. Big Eyes and I have a question for you. What do you want?"

"You!"

"I haven't eaten yet so maybe you could take me to dinner and we can talk about why you want me and why I should give you what you want. My address is 222 Monaco, apartment 2C."

"I'm on the way."

Twenty minutes later I was ringing her doorbell and she answered the door, purse in hand. "My mother won't let me go out with strangers and I don't know you."

"My name is Rob."

"And I'm Misty so I guess we aren't strangers any more. Where are you taking me?"

"Do you like Italian?"

"As a matter of fact I do."

As we pulled out of the parking lot she asked, "So Mr. Rob Big Eyes, why didn't you introduce yourself to me last night?"

"Because you were with Jack Towers and I have to work closely with him. He would have immediately known that my reason for walking up to the two of you wasn't to talk with him and that just might have soured our working relationship."

"Jack is an old friend and I was only there with him because he needed some 'arm candy' for the event. He wouldn't have minded at all."

I took her to Mario's and we talked and got to know each other as we ate and sipped wine. She kissed me on the cheek when I took her back to her apartment and she told me to call. I did and we had three dates and at the end of the third one when I walked her to her door she gave me the most passionate kiss I'd ever received in my life and then she grabbed my tie and pulled me through the door and into her apartment.

As soon as the door was closed she turned and moved into my arms and her lips met mine. I felt her tongue flick out and I let her feel the tip of mine. She sucked my tongue into her mouth and ground her pelvis into my hard cock and she moaned:

"I want you."

Her fingers started on my shirt buttons and I picked her up and asked her which way to the bedroom and she pointed the way and I carried her there and set her down on the bed. As I stripped off my clothes she pulled the spread and the blanket out of the way and then took off her panties. She got on the bed and pulled her dress up to her waist and then pulled her knees back.

"Please baby" she moaned, "Hurry, I need it."

I moved between her legs and started to ease my hard cock into her. She was tight, but she was wet and inch by inch I pushed in.

"Oh yes, oh yes baby, do it, push hard."

I got all of me in and I started out stroking slowly in and back and she cried:

"Oh God yes! Fuck me lover, fuck me" and I made my strokes longer and pushed in deeper as she encouraged me. She started humping up at me and I increased the tempo and started fucking her harder. The strokes were hard and deep and she was whining:

"I need it, oh God I need it. Make me cum lover, make me cum."

And then her nails bit into my back and she uttered a guttural sound as her body shook and trembled. I could feel her pussy clutching my cock and I let go what was possibly the biggest load of my life. Her arms went around my neck and she pulled me down and kissed me and then said:

"That was stupendous lover. Can we do this every night?"

I smiled at her and said that yes we could.

"Could we do it again now? Can I take my clothes off and we'll do it again?"

I smiled and said, "It might be a while. I'll need a little time to recharge."

"Oh I can help you there lover" and she shifted her body and her mouth swallowed the head of my cock. She took several sucks on it and then she took her mouth off me and said, "We taste marvelous together baby. Just let me get my clothes off and I'll get back to it."

She did get back to it twice more that night and I fell asleep in her bed.


After that I saw her every night and every night she reduced me to a smoldering ruin. After six months of basically going steady I asked her to marry me and she said:

"Maybe lover, but I don't know that I'm ready for that yet. How about we have a trial period?"

"A trial period?"

"Yes baby, why don't we try living together and see how that goes."

She moved in with me and for six months everything seemed to be going very well. Until last Thursday evening. I had been on a short business trip and was due back on Friday. I finished up sooner than expected and was able to catch the last flight out on Thursday. I didn't bother to call ahead because Misty told me she would be having dinner with her mother and sister that night and I didn't expect her to be home.

But she was home.

I noticed the trail of discarded men's and women's clothing leading from the front door to the bedroom at the same time I heard:

"Oh God yes! Harder damn you, harder, fuck me harder."

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