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How Lucky Can You Get.
I had seen him around the plant site for the past few months like anyone would miss noticing him! He was just under six feet tall, a nice gym-toned body, with dark hair and dark eyes that pierce right through you when he looks your way. The face was very much `man'.but at some angles seemed to have an almost little boy quality that just made you want to lean over and kiss him. The body, also, was very nice. I knew that for a fact: both from just being able to tell by looking (even though his clothes were fairly loose), but also from having actually seen him once in the shower at a nearby fitness center.
There was a problem, though, with just how much of that beautiful body I had been able to see. During the entire episode when I did see him, he had carefully kept his back to all public view, so I had no idea of what was `up front'.
I had been overjoyed and very excited when I spotted him that day at the gym, he looked so good in the shorts and tee shirt. The dark hair on his legs ran fully up their backs right up-and-under the bottom of his shorts -- and that coming out the top of his shirt in front looked so enticing.
But I definitely wanted to see more of him!
Managing to find whatever to keep myself occupied until he finally put the weights down and strode off toward the locker room, I waited for a chance to catch him in the altogether. A couple minutes later timed in hopes he would have removed those treasure-hiding coverings -- I followed him into the back area. Sure enough, there he was, right down at the end of the same line of lockers as my own.
But, alas, he was a lot faster than I had judged, and he already had a very large, fluffy towel wrapped around his waist. He must have brought that from home - it sure wasn't one of those provided by the gym -- and it really covered up anything that was under it.
Quickly removing my own shoes, socks, shorts, and shirt, I wrapped a towel around my own waist and, as he walked toward the showers, I was right behind him. There are individual showers at this gym, with translucent glass doors. Usually you can pretty well see what's on the other side of the glass, so I could hardly wait to see which one he chose. Of course, my idea was to use the one directly across from his where I could finally get a good look at what was hidden under that towel.
Damn! He stepped into the shower and closed the door behind him before he took off the towel.
Then, when he did, he kept his back to the door and reached out through it with his left arm to hang the towel on the rack outside the door. What I did see, however, was definitely a `good view'. That was an ass to die for! It was beautifully rounded - with firm, slightly dimpled cheeks. I'm not at all into rimming, but that gorgeous pair of buns made me give it some serious consideration. At least I'd sure like to nibble on them!
I pulled my own towel off, hanging it on the hook adjacent to the door of the shower I was stepping into, and turned to face the door so I could see out and across to his. Anyone that wants to is welcome to check me out (and if they like what they see, they're also welcome to let me know that too). I'm 52 years old, but look much younger and try to keep myself at least `fit', though I'm certainly no gym rat. I've got brown eyes and brown hair.and, yes, I still have a full head of it. I don't have a lot of body hair, but do have a pretty good amount on my legs and arms. I've been told I'm "nice looking", and I certainly am not in the "troll" or "old fats" categories. Anyway.enough about me.let's get back to the story.
As I showered, I watched the adonis on other side the entire time -- hoping, just hoping, that he would turn around and I could get a good look at what lay in front. However, I was again disappointed. He never once turned -- even to one side or the other. When he finally finished rinsing, he turned the shower off and reached out the same way as before, this time to retrieve the towel from the rack. Then he stayed in the shower to dry off, until he had wrapped the towel back around his waist, turned around and stepped out.
By then I had also retrieved my towel and dried off, loosely wrapping my towel around my waist just in time to follow him out of the shower room and back to the lockers. I lagged behind enough to not make it obvious that I was following him, but he never really left my field of vision.
When we were both back at the lockers, he opened his, reached in and took out a tee-shirt, and then pulled it on over his head. Next he reached in and removed a pair of dark cotton boxers. I was waiting expectantly for him to drop the towel. No such luck! He proceeded to turn toward the wall away from me, step into the shorts, and then pull them up and under the towel. When he did pull the towel loose and turn back, you couldn't see anything but cloth between his neck and just above his knees. Damn, was I frustrated!
Then he turned toward me and smiled. Not like he was teasing or indicating that he had purposely hidden from me, it was just a friendly smile. I smiled back at him and asked, "How was your workout?"
"Fine," he replied. "How was yours?"
"About as good as an `old fart' like me can do," I answered back with a smile and head-shake.
"I don't think you qualify for that moniker yet," he added.
"Thanks. I try not to look or act like one ... yet," I replied with a chuckle.
"Well, you are certainly successful in that effort," he answered back. "How old are you?"
"I'm fifty-two.and damned proud of it!" I boasted.
"Damn! I'd have never guessed that. I thought you were maybe just over forty."
"Thanks. God knows I try. I do try."
By this time we were both dressed and as he passed me heading for the aisle, he said, "Guess I'll see you around here.or at the plant."
"Guess so," I said, somewhat surprised by that "at the plant" remark. He must have recognized me from work; but I wouldn't have thought that he would have ever noticed me there. "Wow!" I thought to myself. But gave it no more thought as I closed my locker and headed for my car.
As I drove home, my thoughts were divided between some great fantasies of what I would like to do with that guy from work, what Rachael (my wife) was fixing for dinner, and which one of the kids would be calling home tonight. Yes, I'm married. I have a son who's finished school and working in another state, and a daughter away in college. It's the text-book family.
There's just one little problem there.I like sex with other men. Some people might say I'm bi', but quite truthfully I wouldn't use that term. Sure, I can do my husbandly duties', but I get no enjoyment out of it and for the last ten years, I've been faking my orgasms (quite a trick for a man). I even tried the "it doesn't work anymore" routine, but my wife made me go to the doctor and get Viagra! It's impossible to keep it down when you've taken one of those!! So I'm back to faking it.
I really think of myself as `gay'. .but I have no intention of changing my current situation. I like the comfort and security of the way things are, and don't want to create any scenes or problems for others. I've gotten very used to my closet and, as I like to say, I've put in panelling and drop-lighting to make it just like home.
...
A couple days (and many fantasies) later, I was walking through the warehouse at work when I needed to go to the men's room. Rather than just "waste the trip" I hung around a bit down the aisle from the door and waited to see if anyone was going in that I might be able to "check out" - do a little "window shopping", you know.
After several minutes, no one had gone in, but I really had to go, so I went on in.
As I walked through the door, I didn't hear anything. I hadn't seen anyone come in for several minutes, so it wasn't likely there was anyone in there. Then, I heard the splash of someone using a urinal. Strange.I thought to myself. That sounded just like what I do sometimes.you know.stand there and hold it until I hear someone else coming in, then let it loose so it seems like I had just gotten in there myself.
When I rounded the corner to where the urinals were, I could see a man's back standing in front of one of them. There are only two of them, so you have no choice but to stand right next to anyone else in there.
As I moved toward the slot on the left, I finally saw who the other guy was - it was that gorgeous young guy from here and the gym!!! As I moved up and started to unzip, he turned slightly toward me, smiled, and said: "Hi, there. fancy meeting you here."
"So how are things going with you?" I asked, already hoping for a chance to get a quick peek over the top of the low privacy shield.
"Not too bad," he replied. "Been to the gym lately?"
"Not since I saw you there. You been there?"
"Yeah. I went yesterday, but didn't feel much like working out. Only did about half the usual routine."
About that time there was a noise over to the right of where we were standing and we both involuntarily turned to look where it was coming from. That meant he was looking away from me and all I had to do was divert my eyes down a bit, and I could see what was in his hand. I only had a quick glance before I had to look back up -- and not get caught -- but it was enough!
My knees got weak and I had to hold onto the flush handle to keep myself standing!
What I had seen was a marvelous six or more inches of dark, uncut meat! It was everything I had dreamed and fantasized that it ought to be! It was big and beautiful! .and since I'm a foreskin nut, the uncut covering was all that and more!!!!! Too bad I'll never get to see more of it, I thought to myself.
That's when I noticed that he had shifted his weight over to the left side, and was -- yes, he was -- slyly looking over the shield to my side to see what I was holding in my hand. He had been waiting for someone to come in -- just like I had thought -- and it was me that he was now checking out!
Without being obvious, I leaned back slightly and opened my hand so my cock was lying across my palm in full view. Actually, it wasn't really lying there. From my excitement seeing what he was holding, and now from the knowledge that he was possibly interested, it had filled out a bit and was really standing there about a half inch above my palm -- and growing.
He turned his head slightly more to the left, looked me squarely in the eye, and smiled. Then he backed up away from the porcelin pee-catcher until his front was fully exposed beyond the privacy shield, and slowly turned toward me. I looked down and my breath caught in my throat.
It had grown! Damn! How it had grown! There had to be a full eight inches of steely, throbbing rod standing outside the fly of his Dockers . and he was now slowly pulling the skin back, exposing the slick, shiny, blue-red head. A drop of pre-cum was glistening at the slit, as the head swelled and then deflated slightly. It was certainly nice and long, but it was also nice and thin - not too wide to easily fit into a couple places I was already wanting it to go.
I couldn't wait any longer. I turned to face him and stepped forward enough that I could touch the tip of my own now rock-hard member to his. When I did, they only met momentarily, then I moved back a little and watched the silky strand of his juice as it hung between our throbbing and jerking rods. I moved forward again to press my piss slit onto his for another touch of his hot manliness.
This time, as I did, he immediately moved his hand forward, pushing his foreskin over his cockhead and then over mine as well. Damn! I go wild over the feel of docking with a large uncut cock!! I could sense his warmth as he enveloped the head of my raging cock. It was wonderful! It was everything I had dreamed of and fantasized about him!! . but this was not the place to continue. There was far too much chance of someone walking in on us.
As though he were reading my mind, he said: "I wish you could come over to my apartment and we could continue this without fear of interruption."
"Oh! You have no idea how much I'd like to do that!! Do you live nearby?"
"No, I'm about a half-hour east of here."
"That's on my way home!" I replied, my excitement growing.
That's when I noticed that he hadn't broken the coupling but was actually beginning to stroke the two of us together under his ample foreskin. The feeling was incredible!!!
"You'll have to stop by some night when you're going past," he continued, not breaking his rythmn.
"You bet!" was about all I could seem to get out. I could feel my balls beginning to lift and pull up tight against the underside of my groin. "Oh, shit!" I whispered between clenched teeth. "Oh, shit! I'm gonna cum!!!"
"Let'er rip" he whispered back to me.
. and I did. With that I exploded in an orgasm that was better than any I could remember for a long, long time!! I could feel my cock pumping its load into the now ballooning skin covering its working end.
"Holy, shit! That's incredible! That's wonderful! Oh, my god!!" I stammered.
Just as I said that, I felt his rod quiver, swell and lift and then felt the heat of his own lava flooding the tiny space not already filled by my own juices. I quickly unbuckled my belt, opened the top of my slacks, and pulled my shirt up above my waist. "On here," I blurted. "On here! Let me feel that hot jizm! Here!"
He quickly pulled off from the docking and I felt the next shot of his molten goo as it hit and spread over me just below my navel. Three more large, pearly white dollops of his cream landed there before he leaned over and rubbed the head of that marvelous love tool into the mess on my belly. He let the mix of our two loads free from the pocket of skin, spreading it around and letting me feel the heat of his passion.
"Oh, my god!" was all he could get out. Finally he said, "That was even better than I had expected. We've got to do this some more! .. But right now, we better get cleaned up before someone comes in here."
I was already heading for the sinks and grabbed some paper towels to wipe our mingled cock juices off me.
I managed to get most of it in one swipe when I heard someone's palm hit the door and start to push it inward. Almost as quickly as I got them down, I had my pants back up, buckled, and zipped. When the fellow who had just come in made it around the corner, I was calmly washing my hands.
When I looked over, my hot young stud was backing away from the urinal and zipping his fly as though he had just finished. As he turned and walked over to me, and as he moved past and behind the guy who was now standing at the urinal I had been using before, he smiled and winked at me.
I reached up for another paper towel. This time to dry my hands. Dragging my feet a little, I waited until my `partner' had washed and dried, and we both walked out the door at the same time.
As we came out the far side, he turned and held out his hand. "By the way.my name's Dave," he said.
"I'm Peter," I replied as I reached out and shook his hand.
"Very glad to meet you, Peter. Maybe we can meet later.?. Could you be here at 4:00? I want to make some plans.that is.if you're game.?."
"You bet I am." I replied. "See you here at 4:00."
How Lucky - Part 2.
I had seen him around the plant site for the past few months like anyone would miss noticing him! He was just under six feet tall, a nice gym-toned body, with dark hair and dark eyes that pierce right through you when he looks your way.
We'd had a `bit of fun' earlier today in the men's room in the warehouse and Dave, that's his name, had suggested we meet at 4:00 and go to his place. It was now 3:55 and I'm standing outside the door waiting for him.
"Hi, Peter," I heard from behind me.
Turning around, I see him. He's gorgeous!! . and I already know just how gorgeous he is - all over! I can hardly wait for what is coming up.
"You parked in the main lot?" he asked.
"No, I'm over in the little lot on the west side," I replied.
"Oh. Okay. I'll tell you what. I'll go get my car and meet you there. That okay?" he continued.
"Sounds fine to me," I answered. "I'll be waiting."
"I'll be in a black 300ZX," he added.
"What else?" I thought to myself. "A hot, sleek car for a hot, sleek body," I thought as I went to my car, got in, started it, and sat waiting.
It was only a couple minutes later that I saw his car drive into the lot. It was sparkling clean and highly polished, making it look like it was flying when it was sitting still.
"Follow me," he shouted through his open window, as he made a U- turn and headed back out of the lot. I was right behind him.
We drove that way for about a half-hour, mostly on highways, then into city streets and finally into a new condominium complex. It was a very nice complex. We passed a clubhouse and huge swimming pool with four tennis courts to the side. This guy really knows how to live! .but then, he has a good job - and no wife or kids!! (those things are expensive!!)
He suddenly turned right into a parking space and motioned for me to pull in alongside him on the left. I saw the "guest" label painted in the slot he was having me go into.
As he hopped out of his car and started up the sidewalk, I got out and followed. We went down about three doors and then he turned left onto the walk leading to unit 242. As he approached the door, he pulled out his keys, and as soon as he got to it, he had the key in the lock and the door open. He seemed to be in almost a much of a hurry as I was!
As soon as we were inside, he pushed the door closed behind me and said, "Welcome to `Chez Davey'. . . . where we serve only the finest meat."
"If you're talking about that marvelous tube steak you showed me earlier, your definitely talking `finest'," I quipped back. "But why are we still standing here? With out clothes on? C'mere stud!" I growled.
When he stepped closer, I reached up with both hands and pulled his head down until our lips met. Then I let loose and wrapped my arms around his broad chest and back. He put his left arm around me and his right hand came up behind my head to hold our lips together.
I could already feel the hard warmth of his stiffening rod right through the slacks we both still had on. His hand on my back felt like it was on fire! And his lips began to grind against mine as he let out a low animal-like groan. Oh, god! Could it get any better?!?!
I ran my hands up and down his back, finally bringing them both down to cup his delightful buns and pull his groin tighter against me. I moved my hips from side-to-side to feel him better and to excite my own now steel-hardened shaft and pulsing head.
Pulling my head back, I managed to get the words out, "The bed. Let's. Get to the bed!"
He released his grip on me and I relinquished my hold on him as he turned and led me through the hall into the bedroom. Even as we were moving, we were pulling off our clothes and letting them fall where they did. When we reached the bed, he was completely nude as he leaned over to pull back the bed spread.
I couldn't resist it and I moved up to him, wrapping my arms around his waist and pulling his bare butt back against my throbbing crotch. As he straightened up, I ran my hands up his chest and began to rub my fingers over his nipples. I felt them begin to harden.
I buried my face in the crook of his neck and right shoulder and nuzzled him, running my lips and the tip of my tongue back and forth in the soft valley between his beautifully developed muscles. I could feel his heat all up and down my front. My hands felt the soft mat of his chest hair and then ran south until I could feel the wiry bush of his pubic patch.
My right hand moved further down and under to lift and caress his marvelous, egg-sized balls! My left hand seized his magnificent shaft and began to slowly stroke it, driving the excess skin far out over the tip, then pulling it back until the shiny purple tip of his cockhead with its smiling slit was exposed.
He leaned his head back into the `v' of my head and left shoulder and pushed his ass against me even tighter. My knees were trembling. He began to move his hips side-to-side and I could feel the extra warmth and slight wetness of perspiration in the crack between his asscheeks as it moved over my rigid tool.
I was so damned hot I couldn't stand it any more! I backed off and turned him around, nearly shoving him onto the bed. As he lay there on his back with his knees over the edge and his feet still on the floor I dropped to my knees between his legs and put my face into his crotch.
I could smell the heady aroma of man, and began to lap at his ballsack, lifting first one and then the other orb on my tongue. Then I reached forward with my right hand and grabbed his jerking rod, lifting it to a standing position and pulled down to watch the skin flatten, thin, and roll back over the head, exposing the glistening, wet, bloated purple plum. A shiny drop of man dew appeared and began to flow down out of the slit at its end.
Quickly I lifted up and covered it with my lips. Then I slowly pressed my face down and felt it's soft, silken surface glide between my lips and over my tongue. I kept pushing down until I felt it enter the back of my throat and my nose was buried in the dark curls of his pubic forest.
I made as if to swallow, causing my mouth and throat to tighten and stroke over his rampant manhood. I felt it quiver and swell, so I swallowed again. This time I felt him raise his hips off the bed to drive himself further into my willing orifice.
I began to bob my head up and down over that wonderful stake. I was going to make it drain its liquid treasure. Dave began to moan and thrash his shoulders and head from side to side above me. He raised his knees so that he could rest his feet on the edge of the bed to give him better leverage to thrust up into my hungry throat. He was going wild! I was intent on driving him over the brink and drinking him dry!
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh! Ooooooohhhhhhhhhh! Oooooooooohhhhhhh!" he started to moan more loudly. "Ooooohhhhhh! Yyyyyyeeeeesssssss!! OOOOoooooooohhhhhh! Oh, god! Oh, shit! Oh! Oh! Oh! Itttt's gonnnna cummmm! Itttttt'sss gonnnnna cummmm! Oh, yes! Oh, my god! Oh! It's cummin'! It's cummin'!"
This time he lifted his ass all the way off the bed and shoved his rock-hard cock down my throat as far as he could, reaching between his legs to hold my head down as he did so. Then I felt it swell to almost bursting and felt the hot lava shoot into my throat and flow down into my stomach. Again it squirted its load into my waiting gullet! .and again!
Then he relaxed his legs, dropped back onto the bed and released his hold on my head. As he did this, his jerking, shooting ramrod eased back out of my throat into my mouth and I began to taste the sweet nectar of his rocks. It was devine!! It was incredibly sweet and silken!
After the last of I-don't-know-how-many shots, I felt his tool begin to soften in my mouth, but I didn't let it go until I was fully satisfied that it was empty. Then I carefully licked it clean and used my tongue to get to every drop that had spilled out onto his pubic area, groin and balls.
I hadn't done anything myself, but I was totally spent. So I just slid my way up on top of him and lay there. Then we kissed. It was a slow, soft kiss, lasting several minutes.
When our lips parted, I rolled over onto my left side next to him and reached out to slowly run my right hand up and down his chest. Every once in a while, I would extend my reach down until I could caress his right thigh and then dip my hand into the crevice between his legs and run it back up over his ample babymakers and now greatly reduced joy rod.
Lying there in my contentment, I dozed off as I stroked over his front. When I next looked over at the clock on the night table, I saw that a little over fifteen minutes had passed. To my mind, that should be enough time for a hot young stud to recover enough to try again.so I started to run my hand down his midsection until I could feel his tool inside my hand. I gripped it lightly and began to rub it back and forth. Its uncut, loose skin glided back and forth like a silken shroud even though I was not moving it enough to actually pull the end of it back over the head which was easily identifiable through its shroud.
Sure enough, he started to respond. Although he was breathing slowly and evenly, indicating that he was still sleeping, his arousal was definitely becoming noticeable in my hand. I released the enlarging tube and reached down to cup and lift his marvelous balls and softly massage them.
I could now see his hot ramrod lifting above his pubic brush and moved my hand back up to envelop it and start to stroke it. It responded by swelling and pulsing in my hand as I pulled the skin back and this time the tip of the head began to peek out of its turtle-neck enclosure. I looked over at his face and saw a smile forming on his lips, but his eyes were still tightly closed in sleep. I was planning to give him something to really wake up to.
Slowly and quietly I lifted myself up next to him until I could lean over and cover the swollen head of his manhood with my lips. I felt it pulse and swell again as my hot mouth surrounded it. I stuck my tongue into the lips of the encircling foreskin and swirled it around to spread its slick wetness over the entire head.
I didn't plan to stay that way for long - only until I could get it nice and wet. Then I rolled sideways over him and lifted my right knee across his legs until I was straddling him just over his navel. I reached back behind me and lifted his now steel- like ram until it was pointing straight up.
As I did that, I shifted back until my hungry asshole was directly above that marvelous roto-rooter and pushed my hand down to drive the foreskin back and off the head. Then I slowly began to lower myself onto it. Between my saliva and the natural lubricants that make an uncut cockhead look so bright and shiny, it was pretty well slicked up.
By now he had also begun to leak some pre-cum, but there was still a lot of friction there and the tightness of my spincter resisted the pressure against its portal. I lowered myself some more.
Finally, I felt the `pop' as the head penetrated and made it way past the gate of my pink rosebud. It wasn't as easy as I had hoped. It hurt. Not a great deal, but definitely more than was comfortable. I stopped for a minute to allow the pain to subside and then began to sit further down onto him.
Every now and then I would stop and rise up slightly, then begin to lower myself to get more of him into my hot love tunnel. The sensations were incredible!!! That boy had a cock that was just made for fucking, and I had the man pussy that wanted it!!!
Just as I felt the shrub of his pubic hairs brush against the underside of my raging cock and balls, I looked up at his face and watched his eyes open. A big smile broke out on his face. "Wow! That's what I call a real wake-up call!!" he said. "That is one tight ass, guy!! Wow! That feels in-fucking-credible!!"
"It sure does!" I replied. ".and that is one wonderful piece of meat you've got up inside me there. I could ride that pony for hours."
"I don't think it would last for hours. As hot as that ass of yours is, I feel like I'm almost ready to pop already!"
"Well, don't let me stop you! I want to go for the gold! I want you to shoot a gallon of your hot man juice up there!! I want you to fill me until I can't talk without gurgling! I want to feel that hot cum unload inside me in buckets!! C'mon, babe, fuck me good!"
With that I started to bounce up and down on that rock-hard fuck- stick, driving myself wild! Oh, god, it felt so good!! I could feel the ridge at the back of the head as it drove its way through my insides. Each time it was almost out, I would drop down onto it, forcing it to ride across the nut hard knob of my prostate, sending electric currents and shivers all the way up my spine into the back of my head!! I was flying wild!!!
Underneath me, Dave began to buck his hips in rhythm to my rocking. Each time I came down, he would rise up to meet me and jam that incredible cock into me as deeply as it could possibly go!!
Each time he hit home like that, he would exhale with a deep moan. I started to make noises that almost took on the sounds of a shriek. We were like two wild stallions - each fucking and being fucked in its favorite way!! You could smell the wild sex and sweat! Two beings caught up in ecstacy!!
"NNNnnngggggghhhhh!" I heard him mutter. "OOOoooooooohhhhhhh, gggggodddddd!!! Ooooooonnnnnnggggghhhhh! Oh, shit! Oh, yes! Oh, yes! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oooooooooohhhh! Ittttttt'ssss cummminnnnggggggg! Oh, god! Oh, god! Oh! Oh! NNNNnnnnnnngggggg!!!!!!!!!!" .and it started to pump!
He grabbed me on the top of both hips and pulled me down onto him and held me there as tightly as he could as he pushed and pumped me full of his white hot man lava. I could feel it as each round spurted from the slit and splattered into my insides. It was wonderful! It was everything I had imagined! Everything I had hoped for!
In my writhing ecstacy, I reached down with my right hand and grabbed my own ready-to-explode manhood. Giving it only a couple of quick jerks, I felt the heat of my own juices as they coursed from deep between my legs, up the pisstube on the underside, and then erupted from the tip. It was the biggest single wad of pearly white jizm that I think I have ever seen come out of me! It lept off the end and jetted into the air like a mortar round in a high arc, up even with my face and then down toward his chest. It was like in slow motion.
Even before it hit, there was another round in the air. Then another!!
By now Dave had about finished filling me with his hot, juicy gift. Looking at what was coming out of my hot rod, he lifted up off the bed and bent forward until he could get his mouth over it's end and began to drink deeply of what was left. He sucked and sucked until I thought he was going to pull my balls and eardrums out through the end of my cock. I was drained!
Finally, he released me from his mouth and lay back. I just sat there still feeling him inside me.
"Wow!" was all he could say. "Wow!"
I looked over at the clock, and it hit me. We had been at it for over fifteen minutes! "Oh, shit!! I've got to get out of here! I'm going to be late! I have a very short leash and I'm going to have to come up with some kind of `cover story'."
Jumping up, I hopped off the bed and grabbed for my clothes. As I hurriedly put them on, I said: "I hope this isn't going to be a one-and-only, is it?"
"Not if I have any say in it," he replied. "You just let me know when you want a replay!"
"Sounds great to me! I'd like to replay this a whole bunch of times!"
"Me too," he answered as he got up off the bed. "Me too."
Reaching out, he pulled me over to him and grabbed my head, holding me there as he leaned forward and gave me a hard, passionate kiss. Finally breaking away, he said: "We've got to get together again! We really have to! Now get out of here before your wife won't ever let you be late again!"
"I'll see you at the plant," I called over my shoulder as I went through the door and headed for my car. ".and that's a promise" I said to myself as I walked to the curb.
This is another story by CNJShore9. If you like this one, check out others starting with "Lunchtime Desserts" and following back down the trail of titles at the end of that one. . and don't forget to write me if you want to.