Monday morning, it is my first day in my new position at the college.  Thanks to Sir Jeffery, I am able to sell the house and get a decent apartment.  I only need a one bedroom.  Anyone who would come over would probably leave by dawn.

I did have two girls come by this morning.  One wants to be a nutritionist, and the other a physical education teacher.  This was the first year for the nutritionist.  I told her to try to get her basic classes out of the way, and then start her career classes.  Nine chances out of ten, she will change her mind by Sophomore year.

The phys. ed. student was almost done with her liberal arts courses.  I suggested she investigate an anatomy class or an early med. class.  That was easy enough.  I was beginning to think is going to be boring.  So, I put the “Out to Lunch” sign on the door, but when I opened the door Jack was standing there ready to knock.

“Hey Jack, what’s up?”  I was hoping for his cock.  But he and Lydia were still tight.

“Not much.  I wanted to stop by and see how things were going.”  His smile kills me.  Hot.

“It is going well.  I am still getting into a rhythm.  I did have two female students stop by this morning.  I think I steered them in the right direction.”  I hung the sign on the door and asked him in.

“Wendy, I have a friend who has fantasized about sex with an older woman.  You came to mind immediately.  He is twenty-two and dating a girl but he wants an older woman.  He could meet you at the Lodge.”  Jack suggested.

“That is no good.  The last time I was there, the old fuck behind the bar told me not to come in looking for cock.  Either I am with someone or stay out.  He was not very kind about it either.  The old dick sucker,” I was getting mad.

“Hey, not a big gig.  He could pick you up and take you.  I am sure he would not mind.” Jack made himself comfortable in a chair.

“Tell me about him.”  My little cunny has not been visited in several days.

“Like I was saying Brad is twenty-two six feet two inches and built well.  Brown hair and eyes, good looking, as far as anything else, you will have to find out for yourself.  Interested?”  My vacant pussy was pulsing.

“Sure.  If you say he is good, that is all I need to know.  Give him my phone number, I am almost out from under the house.  I close on the sale this Thursday.  What is Brad’s last name?”  I might check him out on the internet first.

“Samson.  He works for a local trucking firm.  It is a Monday through Friday gig, so weekends are his.  Brad’s mom is not in good health, so he lives with her to help her out.  A trip to the Lodge or your digs would work for him.”  I am dying to meet this guy.

Jack got ready to leave.  I walked him to the door, we agreed to have Brad call me.  I locked the door behind Jack and dug my traveling relaxation from my purse.  I put my feet on my desk and slid it gently into my aching pussy.  I turned it slowly to medium and let it take my brain to Brad.

The joy of not wearing undies, I can slide it or my fingers in there anytime.  But now, I let my head lie back and move the dial on high.  It was vibrating on my cervix; I pinched my nipple through my blouse and bra.  After talking to Jack about Brad, it was not very long before my imaginary Brad was being soaked with cum.  I enjoyed it so much, that I was panting, sweating and my legs were shaking, then the final blast of cum squirted from my pussy.

I took my time dialing the speed of my vibrator.  When it was off, I waited before I took it out.  God that one felt wonderful.  It was time to take the sign off the door and act like I am working.  I was looking over a new class when my phone buzzed.

“Wendy, it is Brad.  Busy?”  His voice was a healthy baritone.

“Not right now, what’s up?”  I asked, hoping he would say he was.

“Jack said you would be interested in having dinner and a drink or two tonight,” I was melting.

“I would love that.  Today was boring, I could use a little excitement,” I sounded a little coy.

“Jack said the Lodge was giving you some grief.  If you do not mind a thirty- or forty-minute drive, I know another accommodating establishment.   We would have a little time to get acquainted.”  He went quiet.

“This is sounding better by the minute.  I am finished at four-thirty, what time are you thinking?"  I tried not to sound over-anxious.

“How about six?  Will that be good for you?”  His voice had me going crazy.

At six sharp, Brad was knocking on my door.  When I opened it, I almost fainted.  Talk about knockdown gorgeous.  And this hunk is not married? 

He walked me to his SUV and opened the door for me.  When I got in, I gave up a little extra leg for him.  He noticed and smiled.  He got behind the wheel and patted the inside of my thigh.  My heart was pounding.

We talked on our way to the bar.  We both knew where the evening was going.  Brad did not rush anything.  We pulled into the back parking lot and opened my door.  I little more leg for my date, he patted my inner thigh closer to my panties.

We sat at a nice corner table; Brad sat next to me.  He ordered our beer and a glass.  The server handed Brad the menus.  She made sure she bent over to give Brad a good view of her tits.  She did not know he would be sucking mine very soon.

We talked and decided on dinner, open-face roast beef for Brad, and a BLT on rye for me.  We continued our conversation about our jobs and day-to-day junk.  When our food came, the server brought another round of drinks.

We finished and Brad turned to me.  “Would you pull up your skirt?”  his eyes flashed sex.  I pulled it up to my waist.

Brad pushed his hand down the back of my panties and slid two fingers into my soaked pussy.  I started to breathe heavily.  He slowly moved his fingers in me and knew exactly where he wanted them.  I opened my legs as far as I could for him.

“I love how you spread your legs,” he grinned.

“I want to be sure you have enough room,” I panted. 

I could not hold it any longer.  My body started to shake; my pussy was screaming for release.  Brad pulled his fingers almost out of me, then shoved them as deep as he could.  Cum squirted from my pussy, soaking my panties and his hand.  I was groaning louder, so I stuck the napkin in my mouth. 

Brad kept fingering me until I had to pull away from him.   I moved far enough to remove his fingers then moved back.  She smiled as he licked me cum from his fingers.  My face was beet red; my heart was pounding and he sat there smiling enjoying my cum.

“Wendy, you are the first woman I have been with.  You taste delicious.  I hope we can have more time together in the future,” his husky voice reverberated in my brain.

“I do not see why not.  Jack mentioned a girlfriend.  I do not want to interfere in a serious relationship,” My expression was stern.

“Michelle and I met three weeks ago.  We have gone out a few times, but that is the extent of our relationship.  To be truthful, I would enjoy a causal relationship with one woman.  I am sure Jack told you I take care of my ailing Mom, so I used that to keep Michelle at a distance.  I think you understand what I am looking for.”  He was dead honest.

“Brad, if you are being upfront, I will be as well.  I have just gotten through a shitty divorce.  I got the house, sold it, and have the apartment where you picked me up.  I am not looking for a serious relationship.

If there is a time you want your balls emptied by a woman, call me.  When I need my pussy filled and satisfied by a man, I will call you.  How does that strike you?”  I looked Brad right in the eyes.

Brad motioned for the server.  He handed her an envelope; she took it with her.  We were finishing our drinks when she returned.  She handed him the envelope and walked away.

“Okay, I’m lost.”  I looked at Brad.

“Come on.  My balls need to be emptied and my fingers did not fill your pussy,” he helped me out of the chair.

We walked out of the bar and around the back.  There was a set of stairs leading to the second floor.  We climbed the stairs and walked to the third door.  He opened the envelope and used the key to open the door.

The room was the size of a motel room.  It was nice.  The bed was clean, as was the bathroom.  The apartment-sized fridge was stocked with beer.  There was a small closet with hangers.  I thought to myself, the only missing was a microwave or a small stove.

Brad took my arm and pulled me to him.  He pressed his lips against mine.  It felt so hot, that my undies almost hit the floor.  We parted lips, he pulled my top off and unhooked my bra.  He handed them to me with a grin.  I hung them up.

I pulled off his golf shirt and handed it to him.  He shook his head; I hung it up.  The routine continued until we stood facing each other, naked.  He turned me around and played with my tits.  I could feel his cock growing between my ass cheeks.  He is not going in there.

Brad pinched my nipples I pushed my ass against his cock.  I bent over and he slid his cock into my wet pussy.  He held me so I could not ride it, but he continued to squeeze my tits and pull on my nipples.

“Pump me, Brad.  Shove that thick prick in and out of me,” I begged him. 

I was ready to cum, but he would not let me.  He pulled his pulsing prick out of me and turned me around.  He stared at me.  I knew what he wanted.  I knelt in front of him and began sucking his cock.  I wrapped my fingers around his balls and pulled them.  Brad moaned with satisfaction.

“You can’t get a young girl to know these things,” he put his hand on the back of my head.

It made me hotter.  Brad held my head and pumped his power pole in and out of my mouth.  He had the perfect angle to slam my tonsils and I loved it.  He pulled his cock out of my mouth and pointed to her bed, I complied.

I got on my back and spread my legs wide open for him.  “Give it to me.  Fuck me hard,” I moaned.

Brad knelt between my open legs and pulled my pussy up to him.  He guided his cock between my soaked pussy lips and then pulled me onto his cock.  He bent over me and grabbed my tits.  They felt like they were in a vice as he sucked on them.  His cock was pounding my pussy.

The longer he pumped me the harder and faster his cock pounded my pussy.  There was no stopping him, and there was no stopping my pussy from squirting.

“Pound me damn you, I’m cumming slam my pussy,” and he did.

Brad pounded in and out of me as hard as he could while my pussy was squirting cum all over us.  I could not cum anymore when he pulled out of me.  He grabbed his swollen pussy pounder and squirted his cum all over my tits and tummy.  Load after load of cum sprayed my body until my tummy was almost covered with hot thick cum.

When he finished, he pushed my legs aside grabbed my hair, and stuck his cock in my mouth.  His balls were on my chin and my nose was buried in his pubic hair.  My tongue searched for any drops of cum that it could find.

When his cock was limp, he pulled out.  He lay down next to me grabbed my tit and sucked it.  He released my tit and smiled at me.  We kissed and my tongue went into his mouth automatically.

“Damn, Wendy.  I enjoyed that like never before.  I hope it was good for you,” he was concerned.

“Brad, I have never been ridden that hard and put away so wet.  Damn, you pounded my pussy into the middle of next week.  And I love the taste of that cock and cum.  You are one hot fuck,” I grabbed his balls and squeezed them.

“Thank you.  You are a damn good time.  Why did you squeeze my balls?”  he chuckled.

“When those get reloaded, I want to be the one to unload them.”  I stared at him.  What is the name of this place?”  I have never heard of it.

“I will not tell you.  I do not you bringing someone else here.  This is our get-away, period.”  He was dead serious.

“I would be an idiot to bring someone else here.  If I can get loving like this from you, I am not about to ruin my chances.”  I told him.

“I do not want to lead you on.  Sometimes I will be with Michelle, but when I want a real woman, I will call you.  If you have another guy you hump, that is fine with me.”  Brad got up and brought a beer for us.

“I understand.  I am ready for your cock anytime you want it.  I have not had a good fuck like this in a long time,” I took my beer and pulled his balls.

“You are a damn good woman.  We will be here again and my cock will be down your throat.  We need to finish our drinks.  I have an appointment, but it does not involve sex.  After pounding you, I do not think I could get hard again,” Brad smiled and took a drink of his beer.

“Bring that pussy pleaser here.  I get you hard again,” I promised.

“Next time, Baby.  Next time I plan for a longer stay and more time humping you.  Now we must go,” Brad held my hand and we walked down the stairs to the car.

As he drove me home, he pinched my tits.  I lay back in the seat and took off my panties.  Brad used three fingers as he drove.  He pulled over for a minute then he started to slam his fingers in me.  Within two minutes, I was squirting cum all over his arm and dashboard.

When I finished, he opened the glove box and handed me a few napkins.  I wiped up me cum and he licked it from his fingers as he stopped in front of my apartment.  Brad picked up my panties and stuck them in my mouth.

I smiled at him, then removed them from my mouth.  “I promise not to say anything, boss.  You can trust me.  I will only squeal for you,” I said like in a mob movie.

I opened the car door and started to get out.  Brad ran his hand up my dress again.  I stopped and opened my legs.  He slid two fingers into me. 

“Next time, I might pull alongside the building and fuck you while you lay on the front seat,” He grinned.

“You can fuck me in the front seat, back seat, on the hood, on the trunk or open the trunk, I’ll bend over and you can fuck me from behind,” I purred.

“I’ll be calling you soon, Wendy,”

I got out of the car and watched Brad drive off.  I was pretty sure my pussy would be sore in the morning.  I hoped.