Going Down (8 page)

When she sat down, Linda crossed her legs in a very ladylike manner, but it was the way she did it. Linda lifted her leg slowly and my eyes were glued to her thick thighs. “Why don’t you come and have a drink with an old lady? My treat.”

“Not tonight, Linda. I got too much on my plate.”

Linda shifted her legs; I was drawn to the sound of her stocking rubbing together, and I thought I heard her moan just a little.

“Honey, that work will be here tomorrow and you can get back to it then. Now come on.” Linda leaned forward, giving me a nice look at her cleavage. She took the pen from my hand. “Put all that work away and come drink with me.”

So even though I had more work than I knew how to handle, I packed up my work, put on my jacket and followed her. We talked about business over the first two drinks. The flirtation continued while we sipped our third. By the time the bartender placed our forth drink in front of us, Linda’s hand was rubbing my thigh up and down. We were looking at each other, not like a big sister looks at her younger brother. Now we were talking about what hotels were nearby.

Even though things were going the way they were going, I still expected her to, at some point, take cover behind her ring as she had done so many times before. Truth was that, despite the difference in our ages, I found her to be a very attractive woman. One that I had thought about having sex with many times, but never thought it would happen. “What about your husband?”

“What about Cynthia?” Linda asked about my girlfriend at the time.

“What about her?” I asked.

“What about him?” she asked. “This isn’t about them. This is between you and me, Tavarus. I’m not talking about leaving my husband or you breaking up with that airhead you call a woman.”

“What are you talking about then?”

“I’m talking about me finding out if you’re as good as I’ve fantasized you are, every day since Allan walked you into my office.”

I laughed a little.

“What’s so funny?” she needed to know.

“I’ve been wondering the same thing about you since I first saw you.”

“But neither of us has done very much about it.”

“No, we haven’t.”

Linda signaled for the bartender. I thought she was going to order another round of drinks, but she asked for the check. Once she dropped her credit card and the bartender went to cash us out, Linda turned to me. “I’ve done my drinking for the night. I’m going to the Comfort Inn down the street. So the question is, are you coming with me?”

Thirty minutes later, we were in a room at the Comfort Inn. Her dress, stocking, and thong were off; she was stretched out on the bed, and I was on my knees with my head buried deep between her thighs.

My tongue slithered along her lips and then to her clit, while I fingered her. “Oh, that feels good.”

I spread her lips with my fingers and stuck my tongue as far as I could inside her. I sucked her lips like they were a lollypop, moving my head quickly, up and down and from side to side. Linda began to scream my name. “Tavarus!”

Linda stood up and reached behind her back. She unhooked her bra and slid it off her shoulders. Her titties weren’t as firm as I imagined them to be, but they were full and her nipples were huge. I took one in my mouth and sucked it. Linda held my head in place and squeezed the other. After a while, she pushed them together and I took both of those juicy nipples into my mouth.

I slid my hand between her legs and massaged her clit. I looked up; her eyes were closed, and her mouth was open. All I could think about at that moment was trying to push my dick down her throat. I eased one finger inside, Linda was wet, very wet, and her body began to tremble. She pushed me away; smiling, shaking and breathing hard.

She laid on the bed and I laid down beside her and she gently touched my face. She kissed my lips and began to roll on top of her.

She put her hands on my shoulders and pushed me on my back. Linda rolled on top of me, grabbed my dick, and lowered herself slowly.

The feeling of finally being inside her after imagining and wanted her for as long as I have, was fucking indescribable. Linda moved her body up and down, grinding her hips into me with each stroke. She held those big juicy titties, pinched her nipples, and rode me like she was a cowgirl in a Wild West show. I ran my hands from her shoulders down her back and then gripped her ass.

“You’re gonna make me cum!” she yelled.

Linda rolled off me and got up on her knees. I stood up and got behind her. I entered her slowly, sliding my dick in and out of her. Linda was so wet, much wetter than I had expected. I love a dripping wet pussy and it made my dick so hard. I began to pump it into her as hard as I could. I felt her pussy tighten around my dick like a vice. I could hear her mumbling, but with her face pressed against the bed, I couldn’t make out what she was saying. Whatever it was inspired me to reach for her shoulders and slam myself into her. I don’t remember ever cumming so hard in my life.

Since then, we’ve been fuck buddies. In addition to our little after-work get-togethers, we’ve found every fuck spot there is in the building: in closets, stairwells, on the roof. One day we found a vacant office and I used my old lock-picking skills to open the door so we could do it while we looked out the window.

A lot of people thought that Linda would be a strong candidate for the account manager position, but Linda wasn’t interested. She wanted to do her job and go home. She had no desire to make the move to management.

“That’s why they don’t let you people take time off. You just can’t handle it.”

“ ‘You people’? The last time I checked, you were a part of ‘you people.’ ”

“I was talking about you would-be management types. The rest of us peons know we can’t sleep on the job.”

“I wasn’t asleep. Just resting my eyes.”

“My father used to rest his eyes like that, too. Only he used to snore while he did it.”

I rubbed my eyes and shook my head. “Too much weekend, Linda.”

“That’s right, the big poker game. How was it?”

“Linda, let me tell you, it was wild. Plenty of food, plenty liquor, and plenty of women.”

“I guess I don’t have to ask if you had a good time.”

“Had a great time. We had hired two dancers, but two more came with them. And then about three in morning, three more dancers showed up. And then about an hour after that, these four girls that live in the complex showed up, thinking it was a party and stayed. Even though they didn’t take their clothes off, these women were wilder then the dancers.”

“You’re kidding.”

“Serious, they were wild. After a while, the dancers stopped making any money ’cause the fellas was all over them . . .”

“
Hoochies
, you mean. Them
hoochies
just plain nasty. At least the dancers were there to make some money,” Linda said.

“Yeah, they got paid too,” I said to her, thinking about how I like nasty women.

“Which reminds me, when do you interview for Allan’s job?”

“They haven’t said yet.”

“Well, when you get it, don’t forget us peons. This peon in particular, you know, the one who taught you everything you know and likes to leave early on Fridays. Not that it matters who gets it, I’m still leaving early.”

“That’s the spirit, Linda. Why should something as minor as a new supervisor interfere with your agenda?”

“That’s exactly my point. I’ve been leaving early every Friday for the last eleven years. I’m not stopping now.”

“Do you think I’ll get it?”

“Brent couldn’t tell his ass from a hole in the ground without detailed instructions. And as long as Peggy keeps her legs closed, you’re in there.”

“That settles it then. I’m doomed.”

“What do you mean?”

“You know Peggy can’t keep her legs closed.”

“Now, Tavarus, you know that falls under the heading of malicious gossip. Haven’t you read your memo on spreading malicious gossip? I’m afraid I’m gonna have to report you.”

“You know I don’t think Peggy is like that at all. I was only kidding. Anything I can do to change your mind?”

“Tavarus, are you offering me a bribe?”

“Yes.”

“I’m shocked. Shocked to think that you would do such a thing. I’ll have to include that in my report as well. This won’t look good for a would-be management type like yourself, to be accused of spreading malicious gossip and bribery,” Linda said as she stood up and started out of the office. “But you get your sexy ass up and take me to lunch and I’ll forget the whole thing.”

“Two things,” I said as I stood up and put on my jacket. I followed her out of my office. “Number one, does your husband know that you talk to young, single men like that?”

“No. And don’t bother telling him, ’cause he would never believe that about his Boo. What’s number two?”

“I believe that referring to me as ‘your sexy ass’ falls under the heading of sexual harassment. Haven’t you read your memo on sexual harassment? I’m afraid I’m gonna have to report you.”

“Anyway. There’s something I want to talk to you about, so you just bring your sexy ass on.”

“Where are we going?”

“Le Rendezvous. So I can sexually harass you.”

Even though there is a restaurant called Le Rendezvous, which boasts of a touch of Paris in the heart of
Buckhead
, that is not where we ended up. We drove to one of our
let’s-fuck-for-lunch
spots.

“Come here,” I said and unhooked her bra, kissed her lips, and then her neck. Linda moaned as I slid her panties off. She stood naked in front of me, and I pulled her closer and kissed her on the lips as she helped me out of my pants. Once we were both naked, Linda gently pushed me away and walked toward the bed. Naturally, I followed her.

I walked up behind Linda and wrapped my arms around her. I ran my hands over her stomach. Linda spread her legs a little and I eased one finger between her legs and massaged her clit.

“What are you waiting for? We don’t have all day,” Linda said as I ran my hands over her ass and then up and down her back.

“You know me. I like to take my time and savor all this beauty,” I said to her and kept doing what I was doing.

“Beauty, huh? It’s comments like that, that will get your dick sucked; but we don’t have time for that either.”

I knelt down and kissed her legs, then stood up and slid my dick inside of her, moving in and out slowly. I held on tightly and Linda bucked her hips wildly. After a while, sweat was dripping from our bodies, as we pounded into each other in fluid motion until she was about to cum. Then I suddenly stopped.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

“Lay down.”

Linda lay down on the bed and I laid down next to her. Linda’s breasts seemed to glisten and her nipples grew harder as I ran my tongue across them. Linda got up on her knees and started kissing my chest, my stomach, and finally, my dick.

“I thought you said we didn’t have time for that?”

“Shut up.” She stroked it, kissed it, ran her tongue along the length of it, before easing it into her mouth. Linda opened her mouth wider and began to suck. I gently grabbed her head and began moving it slowly up and down until it disappeared inside her.

We looked into each other’s eyes. “That’s enough of that,” Linda said, and I reached for her face and pulled her toward me. Our tongues became entangled in passion. I kissed my way down to her body, lingering at her nipples before continuing my way to her pussy.