“Hey, you’ve already arrived?” Samantha said rolling away from her lately conquest. “Why did you catch the red-eye?”


“I got some business I need to catch up on,” Gwen said jostling through the airport terminal. “Besides, there was no sense in me staying in Tokyo an extra night.”


“Do you need a ride home? I can be there in thirty minutes,”


“Excuse me,” she positioned herself at baggage claim. “No, I called for a limo. They should be waiting outside.”


“A limo or the limo?” Samantha eased from the bed and draped her robe around her nude body. She heard Gwen give a faint sigh. “Lady, it’s over. You haven’t heard from David in over a month. Let it go. He would have turned out to be a dud anyway, move on.”


“I’m not caught up in him. It’s just…” she slung her bag from the conveyer belt onto a push cart. “I’d hoped to see him one last time, you know, settle things.”


“Gwen, I think he settled things when he walked out in his little temper tantrum.”


“It wasn’t a temper tantrum. He wasn’t pouty or upset. He seemed, I don’t know how to put it. But it definitely wasn’t a temper tantrum,” she spotted Darin. “Sam I have to go. I’ll call you tomorrow.”


“Hello gorgeous,” Darin greeted her.


“Where is David?” she demanded.


“Nice to see you again too,” he took her bags, placed them on her cart and headed for the exit. Gwen trotted behind.


“Where is he?”


“He doesn’t work for us anymore. He left about a month ago,” he replied, opening her door. She slid across the buttery leather seat while Darin loaded the trunk. Gwen retrieved her BlackBerry and tried David’s cell and home numbers---they were both out of service. “Shit!” she thought.


Darin settled in his seat and checked his directions.


“Did David mention where he was going?” she prompted, catching his eyes in the rearview.


“No, he didn’t tell anyone where he was going. Why?


“No reason. I forgot to give him the payment for my last trip.” Gwen lied.


“Sorry, can’t help you there. I’m sure our home office will take your money.”


“Thank you,”



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As was the routine, Gwen settled into the house while the driver, this time being Darin, unloaded her bags. She draws the curtains exposing the postcard perfect suburban night. Then it hit her. Gwen placed her hand on her tightened chest, breathing steadily under wrinkled brow. The knowledge that David was gone, no where to be found left her heart anesthetized; Empty and blank.


She now understood what he meant when he figured that if he held out long enough, she’d see that that he was worth the time of day. She had unconsciously done the same, for as long as she knew he was around there was always hope that he’d call or text. He was there somewhere. But now he was gone....how long had he been gone without her realization? When did he give up hope?


“That’s the last of the bags,” Darin said.


“Your money is on the table,” Gwen stood stark-still, staring blankly out the window.


Darin stopped on the way out of the door. “Gwen, I’m not sure exactly what happened between you and David but know I…fuck it…who cares,” coming off more than just a little irritated. “I left his number on the table. You may wanna give him a call, he asked about you a couple of weeks ago. Have a good one,”


“One-thirty, it’s too late,” Gwen heard herself think, checking her watch. “I can’t call him at this hour. Why should I call him at all? It’s obvious he didn’t want to be found.” She rubbed her temples, walking to her bedroom. “Maybe I’ll call him tomorrow,”




It wasn’t more that forty-five minutes later that Gwen found herself sitting up in bed with BlackBerry in hand, trolling over whether or not to call David.


“Screw it,” she dialed. “What’s the worst that could happen?”


The line rang; she hung up. “A female could answer. That’s not good,”


“So what,” she dialed again. The line rang; she hung up and tapped the phone against her forehead. “What if there is a female there? I can’t intrude,”


The phone rang. She answered. “Hello.”


“Gwen, sweetie, you’re killin’ me,” David mumbled, clearly face-down asleep. “Is everything alright?”


Gwen hadn’t expected him to answer much less call her. She searched frantically for her words…useless inadequate words. None came.


David sat up in bed now fully awake. “What’s wrong? What’s happened?”


“You weren’t there for me,” she finally said. “I arrived a while ago and you weren’t there. Darin drove me home,” Taken aback by how immature she’d come off.


He gave a heavy sigh. “You called me in the middle of the night to bitch at me about quitting my job? Couldn’t we have had this conversation at a decent hour?” David caught himself. There was a hush. “I’m sorry. I should have called.”


“I should have called. How have you been?”


“Things have been going well. I’m back in school fulltime. Finally decided to go back for my MBA. How have you been?”


Gwen didn’t answer. Her words failed her.


“I’m sorry if my actions have, somehow, made you feel used. I wasn’t using you, Gwen.”


“I don’t feel used.”


“Then what is it?”


“You were right,” she conceded. “I made assumptions about you. I assumed you were leading me on,”


“Based on my behavior that wouldn’t have been a difficult conclusion to come to. I assumed you would dismiss me once we’d had sex. I’ve been through that scenario before. I guess it’s a hazard of dating older women.”


“Not really. My problem was I didn’t know whether it was your blatant hotness or just me,” she laughed. “I’ve been divorced so long, I can’t read men. I’m horrible when it comes to dating. I’m all thumbs, so I don’t do it; I focus on my work. I couldn’t tell if you were genuinely interested in me or simply flirting.”


“I think you read me pretty well. Regardless of my blatant hotness, which I highly dispute, you still called me. Without warning, you called me in the middle of the night. Now, if you didn’t really think I’d be here, willing to take your call, would you have picked up the phone?” David asked.


Again Gwen’s words mocked her. Mr. Flack was more observant than she had given him credit. She felt the sudden urge to be pounded like a bitch in heat. “Come over,”


“Why?”


“Let’s talk,”



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The door bell rang. She answered. There they were. Those eyes. Those hypnotic alluring eyes.


“Hi Gwen,” David stepped forward with Gwen caught in his tractor beam. Before she could reply, he cupped her face, hastily capturing her lips. Gently sucking them until she gathered her senses enough to return his kiss. He groaned softly, and deepened his kiss.
She parted her lip, inviting him to explore.


“Mmmm,” She sunk into his control. This was a new and improved David. Tonight was different. Tonight wouldn’t end with her simply satisfied; tonight would end with her full. As much as she was enjoying his kiss, she wanted more. Whatever he had in mind to give, she’d willingly accept.


“Come with me,” he took her hand, leading her to the heights of her bedroom.


He kissed her once then twice, and then spun her away from him, easing her hair aside. “I’ve missed you so much, Gwen,” he methodically untied the delicate ribbon on her feather-light gown, sending it to the floor; she stood bare save her pale purple panties. David’s roaming hand made quick work of those.


“I’ve missed you too,” she leaned her head back against his powerful shoulder, lost in scent and confident control of her body. His lips burned into the side of her neck. “Oh shit,” her low groan spoke of acceptance and thanks.


“Please,” he gestured to the bed.


Gwen moved onto the center of the bed, watching David undress. Every cut and ripple sat in its perfect place. His thick cock held what promised to be an eventful night. His body was magnificent, but Gwen couldn’t take her eyes way from his.


He slowly moved over her until their lips met once more. “Close your eyes,” he spoke onto her lips.


“Why? What are you going to do?” she breathed out.


“I’m going to de-stress you,”


She layed back, casually repose as his mouth engulfed her throat and the tops of her breast with warm wet and infinitely lascivious caresses yet moving further still. She closed her eyes, concentrating in the arousing sensation of each flicker of his fingers, each caress of his tongue and each small moan inching across her torso.


David held her ankles. She sighed, her pulse raced.


“Don’t move,” His voice barely above a whisper. Moving between her legs, he kissed with insistence up the length of her shin, her knee, her thigh, to the fine faint line cleaving her pudendum. He breathed hot onto her eagerly awaiting slit.


She involuntarily stirred.


“Do you want me to stop?” David whispered.


“Oh God, no,”


“Good because I have been waiting to taste you,” David placed two pillows under her ass, bringing her closer to him and kissed her pussy lips one by one.


“I’m all yours,” Gwen managed before feeling his velvety tongue dip into her once and retreat. “Aahh,” she cried. He gently kissed her pussy again and again. But Gwen needed his tongue. She needed its attention and her clit demanded its homage.


And then there it was, as is sensing her near collapse. His mouth suffused with her pussy. Sucking ever so slighting, dragging her deeper and deeper under his care. His lips caressed her clit as he bent her knees upward, softly eating, orally fucking her senseless. He pulled her slit up, exposing her throbbing clit, laying it bare for his exploits.


Be gentle,” Gwen breathlessly pleaded.


“I’m always gentle,” he slid his wet tongue between her lip, wildly flicking it just inside, just under her clit while simultaneously sliding one finger into her, moving it in and out. He inserted another finger and rubbed her g-spot gently and insistently. Her hips writhed, pressing her pussy against his mouth while telling herself that she was going to cum all over his beautiful face and mouth. David licked her clit enthusiastically, stroking her g-spot with a smooth steady rhythm.


"Please make me cum," Gwen heard the wet smacking of David’s mouth against her pussy, the syncopated flickers, licks, sucks, the heaviness of his breath and her gasping moans filled the room.


“Apologize.” He said.


"Apologize for what?" her legs shook.


"Apologize for keeping this away from me,"


"I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Baby," Gwen said. "I won't keep you waiting again. Please make me cum"


His finger stroked faster. His perverted mouth enclosed her clit licking and flicking it with a delicious mix of confidence and lust.


“Oh fuck!” Gwen shook uncontrollably, trapping David between her thighs. He forced them apart and continued feeding, obsessed with getting her off. She screamed, urging him not to stop, gripping his hair. “Please suck my pussy,” she begged then pressed herself into the mattress, resigning herself to his will, to his pleasure.


David sucked and licked incestuously close to orgasm; his tongue doing his naughty bidding. But he needed more.


“Gwen, I have to stop.” He rose from his position. Face in hands.


“No!” she shouted, almost pouting.


“I have to know that when we have sex it won’t be the end.”


She smiled and kissed his lips; bring him to rest on top of her, between her legs. “I’m not letting you go.” She lamented, taking his stiff cock in hand, tracing invisible lines up and down the slit of her pussy, the spongy head of his cock gliding over her clit with an indescribable, infinite sweetness. The delirious, delicious tension between the profound pleasure of the head of his cock on her clit and the pure possibility of it dipping in her heightened their arousal.


Their eyes locked, his and hers, their breathing heavy with yearning.


“Damn you’re beautiful.” David thumbed her cheek and slide his full length into Gwen's wetness.


“Ooooh shit, David,” Gwen arched upward, clearly unprepared for his girth. Words, useless words…they failed her again! Reducing her to monosyllables and grunts; but in the recess of her mind, she begged him to fuck her with a vengeance.


“You are so tight around my cock,” David croons gravelly into her ear.


“Oh yes! Talk dirty to me,” she barely whispers to herself, hoping he'd heard her pleading. He grips her legs, spreading them up and out while continuing to gut-fuck her into submission, as if there were any question. “God damn!” she gushed all over his gyrating cock.


“Do you hear that? That wetness, that’s so beautiful isn’t it?” She heard in her ear. “That’s what you make me do to you. I hope it’s been worth the wait,”


Laying splayed, being deep-dicked under his unforgiving thrust; it’s all she can do to nod in observance of his supremacy over her pussy. She willed him to fuck her harder, to talk dirty while impaling her like a junkyard bitch in heat.


David, locked in her eyes, arms tight from his weight, spread her legs widener. His desire the please her rippled in and out in a hurried frenzy. “Rub your fuckin’ clit while I beat the hell out of your pussy,” he demanded.


“Oh yeah,” she obeyed, rubbing herself in tiny circles. How he knew the right words to say, how he maintained his steady brutal rhythm, she didn’t know but bless this foul-mouthed fucker. He’d cemented himself a permanent seat between her legs.


“Keep fucking me. I’m cumming,” she moaned, feeling her pleasure within her pussy grow with each contraction of his cock.


“Don’t stop rubbing your clit,” he gazed into her lustful eyes.


Gwen feels her pussy take hold of David’s young beautiful cock, internally jerking him off as waves; violent colorful waves rush through her singing orgasmic hymns venerating Gods unknown to her.


“I’m gonna cum for you,” He pulls out. “Oooooh fuck!!” he screams, shooting ribbons of hot cum on her stomach and chest, empting himself. Gwen shook with another orgasm watching him until neither had anything else left to give.


They lie side by side, gathering some semblance of reality, neither able to form a clear thought. David walked to the bathroom on shaky legs. He returned with a warm soapy towel cleaning Gwen careful.


She studied his eyes. “You know, we’re gonna have to keep this casual,” she teased playful.


“Baby, you can call it what you want. I doubt either one of us is going anywhere, anytime soon,” he kissed her lip softly. "I'm sorry for staying away so long."