I will never forget the way Paula looked when she breezed into that bar in Oklahoma, her cheeks and the tip of her pert nose tinged pink from the brisk winter air. Her long auburn hair hung loose around her shoulders and all the way down her back, looking slightly windblown—and sexy as hell. I couldn’t take my eyes off her as she sauntered toward me, her black slacks hugging her narrow-but-shapely hips and her impossibly long legs. Her white sweater molded temptingly to her modest-but-firm breasts and flat stomach. For as long as I could remember, I’d fantasized about her—longed for her—but as my wife’s best friend she’d been untouchable.
When she finally reached me, she kissed me on the cheek and sat down on the barstool beside me. She ordered a Cosmopolitan and turned to me, an exquisite smile spreading across her pretty face. “I’m glad you called.”
“Me, too. I can’t believe you’re getting married.”
She laughed a light, tinkling laugh. “I can’t either. I thought I’d never do it.”
Like a storm, it hit me—I wanted her. I had to have her, but the words wouldn’t come.
I remembered the night my wife, Nancy, and she threw off their bikini tops and splashed around in the pool. I’d wanted to fuck Paula so bad that Nancy and I had fucked like rabbits that night.
I asked, “So, you’re really going to do it?”
“Yes.”
“I had a very heavy crush on you, you know. Still do. I don’t know—that might’ve even been why Nancy and I split.”
“No, you two never should’ve married in the first place.” She paused to take a sip of her Cosmopolitan. Blushing, she averted her gorgeous hazel eyes self-consciously. “I had a crush on you, too.”
“But yours faded with time.”
She looked at me meaningfully. “It hasn’t faded at all.”
“Why didn’t we do anything about it then? I wanted you—God, how I wanted you.”
With a faraway look, she asked, “Why don’t we do something about it now?” She reached for my hand and held it. “I’m leaving town in the morning.”
“But I just found you!”
She gave me another irresistible smile and I pulled her up from her barstool, leaving our drinks behind.
* * * * *
A short time later, we were in her bedroom, stripped down to our underwear, kissing and fondling like youngsters. I unfastened her bra, so I could feel her breasts mashed against me as we kissed. The taste of her Cosmopolitan lingering on my tongue, I removed my mouth from hers and suckled her nipples, one at a time, until they were red and she was moaning. While she panted with excitement, I pushed her panties over her hips, down her legs, and onto the floor. Entranced by the auburn curls arrowing down to her clit, I laid her on the bed so her ass was on the edge of the mattress and situated myself between her wide-spread, dangling legs.
She writhed on the bed as I licked a path from her anus to her vagina, and then to her clit, which I flicked with my tongue. When I began fucking her with my tongue, she became a dynamo beneath me. I slid my tongue out of her to pay attention to her clitoris, circling it—but not touching it. Her juices slicked my forefinger when I eased it into her. Inserting another finger, I massaged her G-spot and sucked her clitoris into my mouth. I felt her orgasm approaching—then she was coming and I removed my fingers so I could lap up every drop of her juices. As she growled her pleasure, I used my wet forefinger to tease her anus while I continued my vaginal tonguing, prolonging my attack on her senses until she erupted again.
My hard length standing out before me, I placed her legs on my shoulders and I entered her, fulfilling the fantasy I’d had for so long. Thrilled at finally having the one woman I’ve wanted above all others, I began a rhythmic plunging into and out of her sopping wet vagina. Her orgasm caused her inner muscles to clamp down tightly on my cock, but my desire was so strong, I pushed and pulled out of her an inch at a time until I was once again plunging deeply. Without warning, I came with an explosion of satisfaction and joy, pumping and pumping ejaculate each time I bottomed out inside her.
When it was over, I collapsed on top of her. As we fell asleep like that, my penis slowly shrank, eventually falling out of her. Fast asleep, we weren’t aware of the river of cum flowing out of her.
Her stirring woke me and I pulled myself off her. I’d just noticed the cum that’d dripped onto the rug at the foot of the bed when the phone rang. Paula reached for it as I walked into the bathroom, thinking a ringing phone is the loudest, most obstreperous, most disruptive noise I’ve ever heard.
After washing, I came out as she hung up. “It’s Sam. Hal, you’ve got to get out of here—fast. He’s in the lot now.”
Scrambling, I gathered my clothes. As I was pulling on my pants, I heard her say, “Oh, God, I’ve got to clean up our mess.”
I quickly donned my shirt and jacket—buttoning neither—and stuffed my socks in my pants pocket as I stepped into my shoes. She was softly crying as I pulled the door shut behind me. Hotfooting it through the lobby, I passed a tall white-haired man. His head held high, there was a smile on his face and a sparkle in his eyes. He never spared me a
glance—even in my disheveled state.
Once outside, I rushed to my car and left. It wasn’t until I was speeding down the freeway toward home that I realized I hadn’t kissed her goodbye.
