MANAGE A DRAW

By Porzu

Chapter Two

Paul plodded down the hall and turned into the stairwell.  He swayed briefly at the edge and held the rail to steady himself.  He took the stairs slowly, savoring the afterglow of impromptu sex.  As he made his way down the second flight of stairs, the door below opened and he saw the retreating form of his former lover, Delia.  She was headed down to the basement for a smoke, he knew, and she had not looked up and seen him. 

A naughty urging planted itself in his mind, and he coughed.  She did not stop, but seemed in no hurry to go down the steps, in fact almost turning once to retreat back to her office.  He called quietly, “Delia!”  She turned and looked up, a smile already growing on her face as she recognized his voice.  She stood below him, looking up.  Her mind seemed relieved about something and he looked down at her, smiling and quizzical.

“I was just thinking about you,” she said, and took a couple of steps up toward him.  She was lovely as ever, none the worse for wear and the fact that she’d had her baby some mere four months before.  She had just gotten back to work amid the confusion and reorientation of returning after a long absence.  “How’s that?” he asked, truly puzzled, as she had made clear before her absence that she’d felt that she had grown past the dallyings of the previous three years when they were secret lovers.

“I need a ride to pick up my check at Foundations, and I was hoping you’d be able to take me.”  Paul stood rigid at the top of the stairs as she slowly climbed while speaking.  He stammered, “Wh-why I’d be glad to take you.  Where do you need to go? And when?  I have some time on my hands rights now.  I just got out of a meeting and have to think about what our next steps are.”  All of which was true, he thought, if not completely accurate of forthcoming.

“This would be a good time,” she replied.  “I now work for Foundations as part of a grant and they don’t have direct deposit.”

“So you got the position, did you? Well, congratulations..  That should be quite a promotion, isn’t it?”  Paul asked with real enthusiasm.  He’d worked with Delia to prepare her resume and interviews so she could get this job, after she’d slaved away as administrator of several offices within the department for pitiful state pay.  He had not heard she’d gotten the job, and was genuinely pleased and proud for her.  “where does m’lady need to go?”

She smiled up at him and said, “Does it matter?”  Which stopped him dead in his tracks.  Delia was a teaser, a sharp and passionate woman who’s proclivities and traits were well known to Paul.  He must have looked uneasy because she said, “If it isn’t convenient for you, I guess you don’t need to take me.”  It was as much a question as a statement, and he recognized it for what it was – an invitation.  Their rides had always been the most interesting and entertaining times and he had often reminisced about driving down a back road outside of town with her pussy in his hands or her mouth all over him.

“Of course it is not a problem, dear Dove,” he replied, invoking his pet name for her when they lay in one another’s arms and explored all the parts and pieces and places of the body.  “I would take you anywhere you want to go” he added, and was gratified with the broadening smile that spread across her lovely face.  He found himself subconsciously comparing her face to Lynn’s,  Where Lynn was a tiny little thing, Delia had more broad features.  Her mouth, for instance, comfortably held nearly his entire cock with ease, and Lynn was unable to take more than an inch or two (two only with exceptional pressure, he recalled) before he filled it up.

He wondered about Lynn’s pussy, too, knowing that Delia’s was tight and inviting, indeed greedy before she had her baby.  He wondered what it might be like now.  The tightness has limited her pleasure at their couplings and he considered the idea that it having been stretched a bit by a healthy bouncing baby, she might have more room for maneuver and an easier time for pleasure herself.

She stood looking up at him for the moments that these thoughts raced through his mind, and when he focused back at her she had that little knowing smile, lip upturned at one corner, that before had indicated her acceptance of his suggestions about how they should spend their time.  His own face must have had that smoulder she had come to know so well, but could she tell it was toned down by his recent encounter?  She had to recognize it, but had the subtlety with which she read him diminished with absence? 

Ah, but what was he thinking.  She had merely asked him for a ride to pick up her paycheck, and he had agreed, and anything that happened after that was up to her anyway.  She’d made clear before going on maternity leave that the days of being at his beck and call were through.  “We can’t go back” is how she put it, and his devastation at that pronouncement was mitigated into mere disappointment by the fact that the relationship had gotten complex, after her marriage and subsequent pregnancy.  So, he came back to reality and focused back on her face, waiting patiently for what seemed ages as his thoughts careened.

“When shall I come get you?” he asked, and she replied, “Well, I was about to go have a smoke, but I’ll go tell them I’m going now and wait for you if this is a good time.”  “It is, indeed,” he said.  “I’ll pick you up out front in twenty minutes, how’s that?”  “Well, if it can’t be any sooner, I’ll just have to wait.”  The sound of that last statement rang in his ears as he signed out of the building and walked quickly around the capitol and down the hill to his parking area.

He’d brought the van in today, and it looked much like it had the last time they’d gone out in it.  His “mobile boudoir” he’d called it.  A Grand Caravan, it was missing one of the first row of rear seats, exposing the bench seat in the back.  This configuration had allowed them to play at all sorts of positions, as the missing seat provided room in front of the bench for kneeling, sitting and even lying down on the floor.  He fired it up and as it warmed he checked around automatically to make sure there was room to play and no extraneous impediments, trash or the like.  Satisfied, and laughing at himself a little for his presumptuousness, he put it in gear and headed back up the hill. 

He arrived at their old pick up spot, and she was late, as usual.  She was always late when he came to get her, as though she watched for him before descending to the ground floor.  He turned up the heat some and waited.  Dvorzak was playing on the local classical station, a fitting and familiar mood music for their old rides.  He wondered if she’d be happy or anxious to hear it. 

She finally came out about six minutes later, all wrapped up in her coat and muffled against the cold.  He popped the locks and she climbed in, looking around the familiar lovemobile and smiling.  “I love this music, this car” she said, and he smiled as he pulled out from the curb.  He took off his sunglasses and smiled at her.  In return he got a beautiful smile, as lovely and warm as he’d ever seen on that beautiful face.  She loved it when he took off the shades and looked at her, and it turned her on immensely.  He reached over with one hand and said, “It is so lovely to see you, Dove.”  She took his hand in hers and held it to her chest as they drove off. 

“Riding a block or so in silence, Paul realized he did not know where she was taking him. (although he had begun to come to some conclusion)  He cleared his throat and asked, “Where to?”

“Oh, oops, we’re going to the Metro Complex.  I’ll show you where.”  The three miles form downtown to the complex went quietly, Dvorzak spinning his mood on the radio while he glanced at her from time to time, and her gaze fixed on him.  As they approached the complex, she pointed to this right turn, that left turn, and finally a long drive leading to a building with the ”Foundations” logo prominent above the door.  As he pulled up in front, she said, “be back in a sec,” and hopped out of the car, releasing his hand for the first time since they clasped hands upon leaving her office.  He had felt the familiar stirrings and his cock had sought that hand that had loved it so well before, but her gesture seemed innocent enough and he tried to talk himself down. 

He pulled out of the handicap spot he’d pulled into to drop her off, and tooled through the parking lot so as to turn around.  By the time he’d gotten righted he saw her waiting in front again, coat and scarf pulled tight against the cold wind.  He pulled up and she got back n.  She laughed.  “I thought you had left me here,” she said, and got a pained look in return.  She saw and added, “Oh, I’m kidding, I knew you would not leave me here.  Oh, it is good to see you.  Would – would you like to stop somewhere for a little while?”

Sirens and alarms went off in his head at this.  She was asking him to stop and park someplace, and the only reason they’d EVER done that was to make passionate love in the back of the van.  His smile was her answer, and he pointed the car to …where?  They had gone the opposite direction from their favorite spot, a park overlooking the river, and there was…”how much time do you have?” he asked, putting the onus back on her.  “Oh, until 1:30 or so,” she said, “I can be a LITTLE late, but just a little.” “OK,” he said, and put brain into gear to find a nearby private place.  His mind went through the places they’d visited over time, from parking garages and dead end streets and tree-lined academy property, before finding his solution.  Some friends from the campaign had left town for two months, visiting their property in Central America, and they had a pull through on the side of the house that was as private as can be.

She looked at him curiously as he turned onto a local street and slowed to turn into the driveway.  “What’s this?” she demanded, and he explained about the friends out of town.  “Sorry I don’t have their key,” he added, reminding them both of the times they’d trysted in the homes of friends who HAD left their keys in their hands.  That brought a smile to her face and his.  He pulled in beside the house and looked about.  All was quiet on their side of the street, while the restaurant across the way drew all pedestrian traffic that way.

He turned to Delia and just looked into her eyes.  They were the smiling, adventurous eyes he knew and loved, and had loved, and unless he was mistaken, they were beckoning him to embrace.  He leaned over and kissed her, which she returned gently.  He pressed his kiss, and she pressed back, and in no time had both her arms around his neck while they kissed passionately, as lovers who’ve been apart too long will do.  He reached around her and drew her to him, by touch remembering her entire body and savoring the recapture of it.

They drew apart for breath and he motioned toward the back seat.  “Would you like to move back there?” he asked unnecessarily.  “She breathed, “yes,” and stood to move back.  As she stood, his arm, which had been around her waist, brushed against her breast and she lingered there as he cupped her mound in his hand, gently kneading and squeezing the organ..  He took his hand away and she continued to the back seat.  He followed her on his knees and fell into embrace with her on the seat and he kneeling in front of her on the floor. 

He leaned in to her and pressed his torso against hers.  Instead of wrapping his arms around her, he held tight to the back of the seat and pressed against her, squashing her against the seat like he knew she loved.  She responded by biting his tongue, gently at first, but quickly with more passion and strength as he pressed in against her, trying to crush her under his weight.  She wrapped her legs around his backside, her dress sliding further up her thighs as she worked to press her sex against his rising erection.

Delia never wore panties before and Paul moved one hand down under her dress to see if she had changed her ways since becoming a mom.  She had not.  It didn’t take much of a touch to get her to gasp and release his tongue, and press her flesh against his hand with a fervent urgency.  He felt she was already wet, and wondered how long she had been thinking about this very thing.  Since she got in the car?  Before that?  Before he’d called her on the stairs?  Before the baby?  Uselless thoughts, he realized, there was but one thing he needed to focus on now.

His hand began to loosen his belt and pants while his mouth remained glued to hers, tongues dueling in the dark, probing and sucking each other deeply into her throat.  The clumsily loosened pants were finally out of the way, and by much practice he found the entry to her sex with his head and pushed.  At once her loving nether lips admitted the intruder, and she released his tongue to gasp.  She sucked his tongue back deep into her mouth as he pressed home his flesh, spearing her slowly and deep for the first time in what seemed to him forever.  When he hit bottom, he pulled away from her mouth and held her up by her throat and one breast and began to pump.  Slowly at first, he pulled out and pressed in, feeling the geography of her pussy with his tool, seeing if the landscape had changed in his absence.  It did seem to be somewhat looser, or was that him imagining?  And she pushed against him with characteristic eagerness. 

He began to find a slow, deep rhythm and started listening to her breaths.  She had a more guttural, visceral moan than he remembered, and she pushed against his chest each time he withdrew his piston from her sex.  When he pressed in again, she let go of his shirt, almost pulling on him to enter deeper, but leaving her hand in the air between them.  Then again as he withdrew, she pushed against him again.

He was enjoying this session, in no hurry to come since he’d been effectively sucked dry merely an hour or two ago, and he took his time building up speed and friction, hoping to make Delia come.  He knew from experience that her orgasms were very rare and extremely violent, leaving her putty in his hands.  He thought of the possibilities and increased his penetration rate and changed angles some to find the sweet spot that would take her over her edge.

Delia was sopping wet by now, laying back with her eyes closed most of the time while he massaged her breast while holding her down by the throat.  She loved to be in the position of complete helplessness and safety, he knew, and he increased the pressure on her neck as he increased the frequency and amplitude of his thrusts.  Soon she was breathing very heavily, small twitchings growing steadily into massive shudders as he pumped away.

Finally, Paul withdrew from her soaked pussy and pulled her to the floor.  He flipped her over in one practiced movement, lifted her dress off her ass and plunged deeply into her sex again.  The sudden movement had disoriented her completely, and she was now in some place that has no name and knows no one not insane with delirious pleasure.  He forced her knees farther apart and sunk his shaft far inside her as he grasped her mons venus with one hand and leaned back and placed his other hand on the back of her neck, holding her in place as he ravaged her hole and twiddled the front of her sex. 

IN a minute her breathing nearly stopped and she seemed to collapse completely before letting out a guttural scream and gushing come all over his crotch.  He continued to pump away as her cunt blew out dew in spasm after spasm after spasm.  He was quite soaked when she finally did collapse, and he slowed his onslaught as she lay on her face, whimpering and gulping in breaths. 

He finally pressed home his cock, embedding it completely inside her, and rotated his pelvis to probe as deep as he could reach.  She lay still for several minutes while he moved up and down inside her, and he figured she was out cold or asleep.  But when he tried to withdraw just a little, powerful muscles in her hole grasped his cock and thwarted that move..  He leaned back against her, pushing in to the hilt again, and she sighed and wiggled her fanny against his groin.  He continued his up/down, left/right movements inside her while he smoothed with her hair and gently caressed her back.

At last, he felt himself softening, and he gave her a playful slap on the bottom and started to withdraw.  No sooner had he done so and leaned back on his haunches then she turned and fiercely attacked him, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing his mouth for all it was worth.  He kissed back and held her tight, but his strength was no match for her passion and he found himself subdued, flat on his back, Delia on top of him kissing him passionately while holding him down by main strength.

He pulled at her arms around his neck and said between kisses, “OK! I surrender!  You win, you win!” and laughing.  She sat up on him and said, “You bet I win! I won the whole thing!” and dove down to kiss him over and over.  He rolled and suddenly she was beside him, one leg caught under him.  He raised up on his elbow and looked her over.  Hair a mess, face in a crooked smile, dress around her waist, she was the epitome of woman, serviced for her pleasure and that of her mate, happy beyond reason, and willing willing willing.

Paul looked at his watch and said, “We still have 20 minutes. Are you hungry?”  He thought he meant one of the nearby fast food restaurants but she saw directly into his subconscious.  She asked, “I am very hungry, and I want to eat you now.”  In a momentary panic, he thought of the pre-lunch meal he’d been for Lynn, and began to protest when an idea came to him.  He smiled a wicked smile and said, “That’s fine baby, you know I love to have you suck on me.  But what’s going on with your ass?  Have you had any anal fun since we last had some ourselves?” 

She now had the hunted look in her eyes, and it turned him on completely.  She stammered and stuttered, finally saying, “Oh, no, Paul, I’ve never had anyone else in my ass.  I love to have you in there, but right now I am REALLY hungry.  I want to…you know.”  “Say it,” he demanded, "or you’ll get it up you asshole instead of in your mouth.  I’ll have to wash up either way, so it doesn’t matter to me.”  He was really getting into the role – he’d made her come and now she would pay.  She was his all the way, however he wanted, as before.  And now...he had TWO of them in the role.  How weird and exciting was THAT?

“She looked up at him from under her eyebrows and said matter-of-factly, “I want to suck your cock.  I want you to ravage my mouth and throat and finally spill your seed in my mouth and throat and all over me. Let me please suck on your cock”  “How can I deny you that, Dove?  Please do so. Please suck me until I come.” ‘Or,” I added mischievously, “our time is up, whichever comes first! Get to it!”

And I sat up on the read seat.  She crawled up to me and pulled my pants down the rest of the way.  She picked up my member and rubbed it up and down while kissing it and caressing my stomach and chest with her free hand.  I quickly grew to maximum hardness, and I placed my hand on her head.  She brought her free hand down and wrapped her fingers around my balls tightly.  Her other hand pressed the base of my shaft so I stood out pointing more at her than straight up.  Then she plunged it into her mouth.  She gobbled as much as she could handle, then sucked.  She sucked without moving her head for a while, but I could feel her tongue caressing the underside of my erection.  Her hands played gently in small movements with my balls and the base of my shaft.  I listened to her slurp as she attempted to inhale my whole being.

Many women think they must work your cock in and out of their mouth, believing that friction itself is the key to a man’s pleasure.  While not knocking that approach, I must say the finest blowjobs are those when your woman sucks you deep and holds you still while she twirls her tongue and blankets the cock with her inner cheeks, lips, and tongue.  Any woman can be taught this technique, but they can not be in any hurry to finish you off this way.  It prolongs the work and intensifies the final outcome.

Delia had been either impatient or untutored when we first connected, and I taught her techniques she didn’t know over time, and she became a better lover for it.  Likewise, she taught me things I’d never learned about pleasuring my woman, increasing our mutual trust, respect, and enjoyment over and above anyone’s legitimate expectations.  I sat back, my hands on her jaw and neck, caressing her ear with one hand and feeling my cock in her throat with the other, simply enjoying the sensation, when she turned up the heat on me.  She changed her rhythm and began to pump her mouth around me, her lips tightly holding on as they moved from deep on my shaft to the head, when she slurped and swirled with her tongue until I was out of control.

I held her throat, to feel my sliding cock through the skin, and the back of her head, so as to not allow her to escape form her work, finally reaching orgasm and spurting my remaining come deep into her throat.  This was a part of sucking she was not particularly fond of, being unable to swallow my come fast enough to keep from choking on it.  This load was less than usual, my having been serviced earlier in the day of course, and I hoped she didn’t notice the issue as she was a jealous lover.  As I came and she struggled to keep up with the stream, I mused on the apparent inconsistency between Delia with her larger mouth and features not being able to finish the job, while Lynn with her tiny mouth being able to swallow most every drop effortlessly.  Ah well, it really didn’t matter, I enjoyed them both immensely. 

Delia finished cleaning me up, and I gathered her in my arms for snuggling and kisses.  Her breath was moist and earthy, pungent almost, with my cock’s taste in her mouth, covered by the flavor of her own orgasm.  She hugged me hard and told me how much she’d missed me.  Earlier in the day, she’d sent me an email explaining that she was sorry she’d said “no more” before she left and hoping that I would find some time for her in my life.  When I hadn’t answered, she feared that I was too far gone and she’d never be able to get close to me again, that perhaps I’d fallen back in love with my wife.