Buddies

She wonders if the most seductive thing about him is the fact that she just doesn’t give a shit.

Her former self would be mortified. No question. But her former self tried to be “happily married” for a couple of decades and that script ended with sexual frustration and a let’s-just-split-it-all-down-the-middle divorce.

The “self” that emerged was pleased with how she’d come to relish her independence and how now she actually did ... come that is. (At this point, yes, dear reader a certain amount of sympathy may be in order - or at least some understanding for what follows - because one of the reasons "happily" is in quotes is that without her own devices, orgasms were not part of the marriage contract.)

Initially, she embraced the idea of dating. Convinced that there would be no second marriage, she made it known to friends that she was ready to be wined and dined but not searching for Mr. Right. Unfortunately, most of those friends were either gay or in marriages similar to the one she’d exited. In other words, one set knew few available and straight and the other set were oblivious to the fact that she simply wanted a good fuck and consequently, kept searching for someone “good enough” for her.

A few did keep their eyes open though. And leave to the gay guys to understand.

“He’s beautiful,” she was told. “And he’s just like you and I like them – bald and black.”

“I KNEW cruising those bars with you and pointing out the goodies was going to come in handy. Thank you so much for listening.”

She’d called the number he gave her with only slight trepidation. She made the coffee date with a little less. By the first meeting, she was truly open to almost any outcome.

That was a few weeks ago. They now had a routine that worked for both of them. When one of them wanted the other, a simple text sufficed: watcha up 2?

Tonight, he was heading to her place. She’d had a glass of wine. She knew he’d bring something to smoke. That was his thing. She liked watching him go from pseudo upright and respectable to mellow and hungry. She especially liked the hunger part.

When he arrived, he smiled at the sight of her. She liked wearing something just short of a costume when he was there. Sometimes it was her school girl ensemble -- short skirt, white top, heels that looked like grown up Mary Janes. Sometimes she went with office wear -- as in, she wore a shirt he was most likely to wear at the office and nothing more. Tonight was casual so she opted for the denim shirt she'd borrowed once from his place and never returned -- and not another stitch.

He was wearing his usual white. The contrast of the linen cloth bleached to perfection against his coffee bean colored skin never failed to take her breath away. There was no denying that he was gorgeous. She was pretty sure the only reason he was in this -- other than fantastic sex -- was the contrast of characters. She was about as white as she could be save for a few freckles. She was also from another world -- the suburbs and church meetings. While he was all urban, all the time.

Small talk was beyond their expectations these days. They usually mustered a sincere "how are you?" and a little less sincere "really?" when the reply was uttered. Sincerity left the building if much more was forthcoming and soon enough they were making their way to the bedroom.

She had their jazz station playing softly in the background. Candles were lit for her pleasure. He didn't require atmosphere.

"How about a massage?" she asked but already had the oil on her hands as she did so.

"You know the answer is always yes so why do you ask?"

"The illusion of conversation can sometimes be considered foreplay," she laughed since she knew the bullshit she was uttering wasn't going to fly.

He chuckled as he removed his shirt to reveal the massive arms and chest that often mesmerized her. She could suck on his nipples for what seemed like a lifetime if she also played with the hairs of his chest and rubbed deeply into his upper arms.

With grace and fluidity, he was sans pants and underwear. Standing before her without the slightest bit of self consciousness, he grinned.

"Want to enjoy the show a little longer or shall I get comfortable on the bed?"

"Face down if you please."

He complied and she smiled at the lyrics coming into her audible focus. A new singer she'd just heard a few weeks before was admonishing, "Sure I know we're going no where. But one more time let's go there. So lay down beside me."

"Yep," she thought. "Let's go there."

She started with his feet, oiling him up and almost salivating at the shiny beauty forthcoming. She moved up his calves with smooth strokes. While she knew this massages wasn't expected to be like the ones she gave her clients, she still felt she had a professional quality to uphold ... at least until she got to his ass.

His cheeks were rock hard or as close as the physical body can be to it. She took two hands to grab one, squeezed and allowed her pinky finger to "accidentally" slip into the crack. She moved to the second cheek and pushed and prodded until he let forth just a tiny moan. That's when she stroked his balls ever so slightly and made her way further up his torso.

Her technique was simple -- first the palm up and down the spine and around the shoulders and back again, then the same route with the knuckles of her fist, then back to the palms and then back to the fists. Ultimately she would "wake him up" with some karate chops offered rapidly and vigorously for several minutes, followed by her fingernails scratching gently around the same territory.

After a few pulls on the shoulder muscles -- which she reached only by mounting his ass so that her pussy tickled him in the process -- she was ready to turn him over.

He wanted to reach for her when he saw her now open shirt exposing her breasts as she applied the oil first to her hands and then across his chest. But he knew better. More was to come and he was perfectly happy to wait.

She worked the same routine on his chest as she had on his back except for the pounding of course and then she began to shift her body downward. On her knees, she bent her head to swipe her hair across his now very alert nipples and downward toward his stomach and navel. She allowed her cheek to barely scrape the hairs of his chest. She loved that sensation of touching without touching.

Then she was eye to eye with his glorious penis -- erect and ready to be massaged as well.

She first locked her hands around the base and pulsed. His eyes were closed now and she was mostly responding to the shifts in his weight to indicate pleasure or pain. They didn't do pain but they also enjoyed the occasional "oh-make-it-hurt-so-good" activity that comes when folks work with their hands.

She felt almost hungry herself at this point and took a lick of the slightly oozing cock's tip. She pushed her tongue a little lower and with back and forth swipes felt each vein. At the base she sucked in his balls -- ever so gently.

This time his moan was loud and clear.

She worked her way back up his cock and, placing soft lips against the head, massaged her way down, inch by inch by inch by inch by inch by inch. Pushing him to the side of her mouth, she was able to take in just the last bit before her throat closed up. But as soon as she had come up for air she was down again. Up and down, up and down along the shaft. Her mouth and his pre cum was providing the only lubricant she needed to make this ride an easy one. She was in a yoga's child pose on his left and then decided to take a trip around his world by repositioning herself several times as she sucked and tugged and licked his ever growing dick. She moved to between his legs for a whole new sensation for the both of them, though the action remained constant. At his right she switched to rapid fire thrusts all the way down and up again, practically tickling her throat in the process.

His breathing was shifting and a few "ah fuck"s had already been uttered. She toyed with the idea of him coming in her mouth but instead, she raised her head and took in a good long breath.

"My turn," was his response as he grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her sideways across the bed. Her legs dangled off the side and he was soon standing before her with both his hands clasping her her tits while his thumb and forefinger pinched each nipple.

He bent down and moved one hand to open up her legs. His tongue found her clit with no effort. First he tickled. Then he licked and soon he was sucking. After a while, she no longer knew exactly what he was doing but she knew he was doing it very ... very ... very ... well.

When he entered her, he continued toying her clit and she had her first orgasm as soon as he was only an inch or so inside. He knew that was only the beginning so he pushed in and out, in and out and watched her smile as the initial shudder calmed.

On cue, his thrusts became tighter, closer and soon the pounding began. She wanted to scream but also wanted to keep it all contained on this night. So she grabbed a pillow and stifled the sound.

When he paused she squeezed her satisfaction tightly around his now juice laden cocked. He smiled again.

Grabbing her leg, he threw her foot upon his shoulder and the slight shift changed every point of contact until she was once again nearing a frenzied orgasm. He pulled out and turned her over.

"Oh my god ..." was the last discernible utterance she could muster.

He pushed in slowly and yet again new sensatiions flooded her. She was aware of every inch of him as he slowly moved in and out. She wanted to do something to show her pleasure and yet could only moan.

When he began the pounding this time, she knew it was his last round. She felt the throbs before he began his mantra.

"Yes, yes, yes, motherfucker, yes." And with every "yes" she felt his juices exploding within her.

He knew not to move. She ground her ass into his thighs and waited. First one throb and then she matched it. Another and a matching one on her part. Soon she was making the high pitch "yes" of her own that signaled the after burn had accomplished its purpose.

Multiple orgasms were such a lovely thing.

They laid beside each other for only a short while before she was on her elbow and tracing her hand across the tops of the hairs on his chest and arms. He knew that she was satisfied with the soft touch for at least a little while. Then she'd make her way down him once again.

They usually lasted three rounds. Tonight felt no different.

He took a deep breath and noticed she was already at his waist.