It was outside a coffee shop on a blustery, but quickly warming spring day. Desmond stood waiting, he was nervous as he wasn’t sure she’d show up, it had been a long time. They’d been friends through college but it had been five years since they graduated, now twenty-seven Desmond just hoped it wasn’t too late. She hadn’t said anything about a boyfriend or a husband, but some people don’t advertise it. It was then when he saw her. She was as beautiful as when he last saw her.
All of twenty-six, Monica had created quite the career for herself in marketing. She was already a member of the pencil skirt, stiletto, elite. He was a nature photographer. He spent his days lying in wait to capture moments of beauty, of connection, of the natural world in its purest form. If he had a camera right now he’d be snapping photo after photo of the stunning view in front of him. Her black and white outfit mirrored the coloring of female birds in the wild, it was a hilarious combination with his admittedly hideous neon print button down. They really did look like birds at that moment. His features were mildly hawkish, hers soft and friendly, like a dove. She smiled brightly when she spotted him.
“Desmond!” She ran towards him, jumping into his arms. He clutched onto her and spun her in a wide circle.
“Monica! It’s been too long, my girl!” Desmond laughed. Monica grinned as he said that she hadn’t let go and been silly since her and Desmond had last been together, him holding on to her as she leaned over the edge of a boat to touch the water.
They had both gotten busy and somewhat lost touch, as many college friends do. When Desmond had asked her to meet she had been overjoyed. She missed his exuberant personality and his ability to make her feel free. He had missed her stability and steadfast nature.
They walked into the cafe, she ordered herself an Americano, black. It was what she did next that had Desmond a little dizzy, she ordered him a vanilla latte, sprinkle of cinnamon. She didn’t ask, she just ordered and paid. He stared open mouthed at her for a moment.
“What? Is that not what you drink these days?” Asked Monica.
“No, that’s exactly what I drink. You didn’t have to pay, I can pay you back for it.” Desmond stumbled over his words. Monica placed her index finger over his lips softly.
“Shush Des, it’s my pleasure.” Monica smiled. Desmond melted a little, he could feel heat drifting up the back of his neck, and most worryingly, down from his stomach. Monica just turned and watched the barista work as Desmond panicked.
“She… I… no, no no no no, no no no no no, does she? No she can’t, but could she?” Desmond’s internal monologue had turned into panicked rambling. He was thrilled to be with his old friend, but was panicked at the hope she would have him naked and on all fours. He stood there stewing and growing more and more anxious and yet more and more aroused.
After what felt like a century, Monica’s name was called. She just looked over at Desmond. He felt this look and almost robotically jumped into action, grabbing their coffees and finding a nice table next to the window. He then, regaining control of his body, pulled out her chair and gave her a goofy bow.
“Always the Escort gentleman.” Monica teased.
“It’s my pleasure.” Teased back Desmond.
Over their coffees, they discussed where they had been, what had been going on, what they were interested in, and so much more. It was now approaching dinner time when Monica checked the time on her phone.
“Desmond, would you like to join me for dinner?” Monica asked frankly.
“Of course. Where?” Asked Desmond.
“You were always an excellent cook, why don’t we go back to my place and you cook for me? We can have a glass of wine and continue reminiscing.” Monica asked, but it felt nothing like a question, more like an order. Desmond simply stood up, pulled out her chair for her, and helped her put her blazer on. As they walked to their cars, Monica gently grabbed Desmond’s hand. Desmond almost had to use his other hand to pick his jaw up off the ground. He followed as she led him to his car. She then grabbed his phone and put the address into the GPS, handed it back to him, and smiled over her shoulder as she walked away.
Desmond didn’t know how he had ended up in her house, cooking steaks and mashed potatoes, but here he was. He cooked her steak medium well, he knew that was how she liked it. He then did his own rare. Once the food was ready, he carefully plated it and brought it to the table where Monica sat, sipping elegantly at a glass of Merlot. He placed her plate in front of her and then went to sit down.
“This looks lovely Desmond!” Monica gushed. Desmond felt a mix of pride and satisfaction fill his chest. Her praise had always made him feel invincible.
“Thanks Monica.” He blushed, grinning like an idiot.
They both dug into the meal, Desmond eating quickly, and Monica savoring every bite like it was the first steak she’d ever tasted. As they ate Desmond felt a high heel against his calf then felt it gently begin rubbing the inside of his leg. He looked up at Monica surprised, she just smiled devilishly at him. Her foot slowly slid up to his thigh. She looked at him, as if asking “do you want this?” His eyes pleaded yes. They begged her to continue. She continued rubbing at his thigh, teasing, torturing Desmond. He groaned a little despite himself. Feeling embarrassed he quickly shoved another bite of steak in his mouth. Monica just giggled. Desmond tried to laugh, but he felt a little too much like a mouse cornered by a cat to really find the moment funny.
The tip of her stiletto continued to trail up until it tentatively touched the rock hard bulge it had been seeking. Desmond began to pant. Monica didn’t laugh, instead she narrowed her eyes and smiled, looking even more predatory. Desmond gulped. They had both finished, her foot still pressed against his member, threateningly.
“Why don’t you clean up, Des? Then I’d like to discuss something.” She asked not expecting a verbal response. Desmond once again jumped into action. He put the food away and even did all the dishes. He then walked over to the living room where Monica lounged on a sleek leather sofa, her heels now off. He sat next to her.
“I missed you Des.” She stated.
“I missed you too Monica.” Des expressed, getting a little misty eyed.
“It’s Bayan Escort ok Des, we’re back together now. I want to keep you Des. Is that something you would like?” The way she said it made it sound like Des was a lost puppy. He was not denying that he was a lost puppy when it came to her. He had always felt a little needy and helpless when she was with him. He also felt very safe and taken care of, she had always made sure he was taken care of when they were together. Had wiped his tears after a sad movie, had cheered for him at his basketball games, and had attended every gallery event he had been featured at, her arm wrapped around his.
“Yes Mon. Please. I missed you so much. I’m sorry we lost touch, I never want to lose you again.” Desmond cringed a little at his word vomit, but Monica just smiled.
“That’s my boy.” She said softly. Des fully melted at this. He couldn’t even reply, his thoughts were a garbled mess of love and lust for the wildcat that had her teeth in his neck. She placed a foot up on his lap, he began messaging it, carefully hitting all the places he knew would be hurting from her dagger-like heels. She groaned. She asked her smart speaker to play some music and dim the lights. Desmond was overwhelmed by this woman. She would be his end, should she choose to be. She lifted the other foot and Desmond obeyed.
“What a good boy you are.” She sighed, leaning into the massage. Once he had given the foot adequate attention, she shifted. She straddled his lap, pressing his back against the backrest of the sofa. Her hands wrapped into his hair.
“Are you sure you want this Des?” She asked, looking seriously at him. He nodded, looking at her with big, desperate eyes. She pressed her lips against his. As soon as he had settled into the kiss, he felt her tongue parting his lips, entering his warm mouth. She leaned into him, her soft, full breasts pressing against his hard chest. He moaned, his bulge pressing between her legs. She kissed him for another minute and then her hand slid down his torso. Reaching her target, she pulled at his zipper. She undid the button on his pants, she then stood up and pulled him up with her. She slowly pulled his pants down, and had him step out of them. She then pulled his shirt and socks off. She was still in an elegant blouse and pencil skirt. He didn’t dare touch her clothing. She then pulled down his boxers. He stood there feeling exceptionally vulnerable, completely naked and fully erect in front of the gorgeous Wall Street goddess. As he stood there, she carefully removed her panties, but nothing else.
She grabbed his swollen cock, and used it to lead him to the bedroom. She let go of his member and wrapped a small but strong hand around his throat, pushing him against the cold wall.
“You’re just desperate to be owned aren’t you?” She purred. Words were beyond Desmond now.
“You will call me ma’am. Is that understood?” Monica ordered.
“Yes ma’am.” Agreed Desmond.
“Good boy.” She answered. She led him by the hand to the bed. She positioned herself against the headboard, her legs bent and open to the sides. He caught sight of her gorgeous sex. He smelled the desire on her. She grabbed his hair and pulled him in. He looked Escort Bayan up at her, asking.
“Go ahead.” She sighed. He dove in like he hadn’t eaten in years. He licked up and down her folds, opening them, soaking them. His tongue slid between them, searching. He quickly found his treasure, and began licking at it, causing Monica to twitch and whine. He licked figure eights around it, tasting, savoring every drop of longing she gave him. He then carefully wrapped his lips around the little rosebud, carefully creating suction, Monica gasped.
“Don’t stop.” Monica moaned. Desmond had no intention of stopping any time soon. Ma’am had let him taste what he had wanted for years. He felt her spray against his face, but he didn’t slow. He kept going, alternating licking and sucking. Finally Monica pulled him away from his task.
“Enough. Excellent work.” Monica breathed, still catching her breath. She kissed him again, tasting herself on him. She then trailed kisses down his jaw, then over his tense neck, down his burning chest, over his pubic bone, then landing gently on the tip of his dick. She slowly began taking it into her mouth. She sucked for a moment, and then stopped abruptly. She then led him to the bed, placing him at the edge of the bed. She bent him over.
“Stay.” She commanded. He wouldn’t have moved anyway, but he was incredibly turned on by her assertion. He heard her come back behind him, and felt her fingers lightly brushing against his hole. It felt strange, but good. She then paused for a moment, and when her fingers came back, they were lubricated. They teased, and rubbed, slowly opening the gateway. They inched inwards, with each gentle press Desmond felt himself slipping deeper under her control.
She was a good way in, when she began moving her fingers. Desmond saw stars as she pressed against a certain spot. It was as if an explosion had gone off in the back of his mind, and pleasure was radiating all through his body. He came hard. Monica didn’t stop though, she just held the collapsing man by his hips. He felt her fingers slide out, and he felt a moment of calm, until he felt something cold at his wanting entryway. It slid in easier after her fingers had relaxed the muscles. She began slowly sliding it in and out of him. He was being fucked. She began speeding up. He moaned, but soon he couldn’t even do that. Desmond gasped and twitched as she punished his ass. She fucked him hard, her hand then wrapped around his cock jerking in time with her thrusts, and he somehow managed to cum again.
After the second finish, Desmond was little more than gelatin shaped like a man. Monica led him to her enormous bathroom. Carefully sitting him on the bench in the shower. She turned on the water, and quickly tied her hair back. She gently rubbed him down with soap, ensuring she had washed away all of the fluids they had spilled. He just rested his heavy head against her breasts, letting his eyes close, letting the sensation of her hands be the only thing he knew. Eventually the water shut off and his head was carefully moved to lean against the shower wall. A warm, fluffy towel was wrapped around him, and he was attentively dried.
“Ok my dear, it’s time for bed. I need you to stand up for me, ok?” She pulled him up and walked him to bed. She placed him on one side and tucked him in. She then slid in on her side. She kissed him gently on the forehead and he drifted off, one half of his face pressed against her soft breast.
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