It was another late day, as Max walked out of work, he sighed. He felt like he hadn't had a day off in weeks, and worse, when he did have some spare time, he had no one to hang out with. His friends seemed to just feel distant, never seeming to care if he texted them, came over, or simply worked for seven days straight. He had no love life, no one even seemed interested in him. Work was is his life. And he hated life. Sure, it had its moments of fulfillment or even 'happiness', but that was the 1%, and he could not live off 1%.
As he crossed the parking lot, he noticed Arlene was standing by her car, alone, seemingly waiting for a ride. Life was his work, so naturally his coworkers were his source of socializing. He walked over, eventually it became apparent to her that Max was coming towards her, and not his car. They had known each other only a short amount of time, she was new and Max was quite the veteran in the field.
Small talk soon ensued, as Max stopped to talk to Arlene. Nothing special, nothing two coworkers wouldn't discuss. As they vented more and more about the little things, Arlene told him she was leaving soon, moving back across a few states and quitting. Max was surprised, not many people would leave to come to this job, and then simply leave to return, only a few months later. But he understood, and not-so-secretly wished he could do the same.
Max was an average height, and even average build for a guy in his mid thirties. Dirty blonde hair, that he kept short and combed to the side. Light blue eyes, that responded to light around him making them darker or brighter, and a well groomed goatee. Arlene was shorter than him, slightly petite but also average body size. She had a cute smile, and bright eyes, as she was attentive to everything. She had long dark brown hair, and hazel eyes, but their were paired with her fair skin, which seemed out of place and right at home, altogether.
Max eventually mentioned that he would miss her. They hadn't shared a lot of work time together, but she was always nice and positive, which seemed to help some days. Arlene took this as something more than just a nice smile and positive attitude. Truth was she had always liked Max, but felt intimidated, for various reasons, to say or do anything. Max noticed how she grew a bit shy, and that her body language changed. He began to open up. He didn't know how, he hadn't dated in quite some time, and his his mind, he overshared a bit, but he wanted to be honest. He spoke about things he'd like to do with a girl, vague and very PG rated, but Arlene responded positively, which caused him to be more and more open.
Eventually he moved in, and starting talking a bit lower, making sure no passerby could hear him as he talked about some of the deeper sexual things he wanted to try or enjoyed. Arlene became quiet, but her body language was screaming. Her eyes were fixated on his, or on his lips, her hands were on her hips or in her pockets, and her body leaned against her car, causing her shoulders and chest to be slightly open and exposed. Max wanted to close the deal, to say something to get some sort of physical connection but he could not figure out a way without sounding needy or desperate. In a way, he abruptly tried to end it, by stepping away and saying how if only they had more time to get to know each other.
Arlene was not going to leave it at that. She, too, had not been with someone for a while, and felt very alone living her and missed the physical connection she once had at 'back at home'. This was slated to be her last day at work, one of the reasons she was simply sitting in the parking lot, absorbing so much of what was going on. She mentioned that there was plenty of time to get to know each other, if Max didn't have other pressing matters. Later it became obvious as to what she was offering, but at first Max didn't truly know. He accepted her offer, thinking they might get a drink or just hang out somewhere.
As Max parked next to, in front of a nearby hotel, he initially, as naive as it sounds, thought that perhaps it was just the closest, non-club-scene bar that Arlene could think of. He mentioned this to her, and she played coy, and touched his arm, even chuckling a bit. Max now knew, and excitement and nervousness washed over him. He didn't carry condoms, and he wasn't even sure if he was ready to hook up with a pretty girl, that he somewhat knew, just before she flew back to another state.
Arlene could almost feel and see the panic on his face, but his body continued to walk, almost on auto-pilot. She paid for the room, and they took the elevator up to the 4th floor and entered inside. A basic, decent room. Good size, queen sized bed, bathroom a big window and a small couch with coffee table. It was nice and cool, and the lighting was welcoming. This entire time Max was far more quiet than before, but his body seemed to be completely on board. Arlene looked him in the eyes, made sure to have his attention, and, without any judgment, laid out his options of staying the night with her, or going home, no obligation for tonight or for long term. Just one last fun night, before going back to her old, stable-but-mundane, life.
Max agreed but admitted this was the first in a long time, and never so quickly. Arlene had the same issue. They agreed to take it slow, and communicate well with each other. They each wanted this to a be a nice night, but had no idea just how good it was going to get.
They began kissing. Max loved how soft her lips were, and how warm her body felt. Arlene was a bit surprised by how strong his hands were on her back and waist. At first, but only briefly, they kissed softly and slowly, but Arlene moaned first, and they each relaxed and became more alive, sexually. Their breathes were heavy on each other, moaning and sighing loudly and their hands ran across their clothed bodies and gripped waists and cheeks and hair.
Arlene started the undressing, by untucking Max's blue polo shirt. Max paused for a minute, never changing expressions and looked into her eyes. A non-verbal "are we really doing this?" question filled the air. Arlene paused as well, stared back and only slightly smiled, telling him "yes!". Soon they were stripping everything off of each other. They smiled and chuckled as Max struggled with the buttons on her blouse, and bra clasp, and she fought with his belt buckle. But as his pants, heavily, landed on the floor, they were crawling into bed.
As she crawled backwards, Max took note of her body. Petite as it was, her breasts seemed a little bigger than expected, which he liked. Arlene took of just how much he liked what he saw, as he was fully erect and following her into bed. Max had very fine body hair, and kept it mostly trimmed, while Arlene had a small patch of short hair, just above her clit. Soon Max's member was laying on that patch of hair, throbbing hard.
Max lay on top of her and kissed her, they both enjoyed the feeling of their skin on each other, the warmth it created and the passion building between them. Max started to look around for a condom, but just as his eyes swept across the room and the discarded clothing, Arlene leaned into his shoulders and rolled him onto his back. She smiled and began kissing down his body. Max knew what was coming and he groaned in anticipation. Arlene lay next to him, as she took his dick in her hand and slowly began to lick it and caress it. Max's eyes rolled back into his head, he made sounds he'd never heard before. Soon she took his dick into her mouth, just the tip at first, but with each stroke she took more and more. Perhaps the blowjob wasn't the most amazing thing, for Max, but everything surrounding the situation, all the stress, just melted away and he could be in this one, singular, moment.
Soon receiving the pleasure wasn't enough. Max started rubbing her back, reaching down towards her small, round ass. Arlene went from laying on her side, mostly, to her hands and knees, with Max's cock still in her mouth. This gave Max all access to her pussy, which he gladly took. He reached down and before even running his fingers across it, he could feel the heat from her pussy. She was wet, nearly dripping wet, as Max softly cupped and grabbed her lips and clit. Arlene moaned, with a mouth nearly full of cock, and Max began rubbing her. At first it was soft, just figuring out the level of friction and pressure he should apply. He hadn't remembered a pussy that felt this slick.
As he rubbed, Arlene grew louder and louder. Soon she couldn't keep his dick in her mouth anymore, and she came off and moaned. Max, literally, gasped out of pleasure and surprise, but he never stopped. Her body began to rock and counter-rub against his hand. She bit her lip as her orgasm built. Max her mutter something about fingering her, so he, very easily, slide two fingers in, which seemed to take her to the ceiling of pleasure. She was still holding the base of his shaft, she let out a loud moan, and dropped her head and mouth right onto his dick, deep throating him in nearly one swoop. Max nearly sat up while he yelled some vulgar word that only seemed to enhance the moment. Max could feel his cum surging up, he knew he could not last much longer. Thankfully for him, neither could Arlene as she came nearly choking on his cock. She did as much yelling and moaning that one could, with a mouth full of dick. Max's jaw was on his chest as he stared at her. The sounds and feeling of vibrations were amazing and even with no movement he could feel his cum just waiting to be released.
Max could feel the need for Arlene to take a rest, the orgasm wore her out, but he was so close. He asked if he could roll her over and cum on her tits, something he desired to do but rarely had the chance in life. She gave an affirming "mmhmm", and in no time she was on her back, with a cock sliding between her breasts. Max wanted to do so much to her nipples, he'd yet to have the chance, but his focus had to be somewhere else. He began to stroke himself, while he grabbed on her boobs, getting closer and closer. Arlene was in a state of stunned ecstasy, but was just coming out enough when she realized how close he was, and where he was at. She spit on her hand, grabbed his dick, and worked him just as hard as he was working himself. He moaned, and leaned back. She used this opportunity to start to play with, and cup, his balls. She could feel him arching more and willing his cum to release. Finally it did. He wasn't much of a shooter, but she felt like her entire chest was covered it was a sea of white liquid. Max shook and convulsed, letting the orgasm ride it's way through his body, and over him. As the wave of pleasure finished washing onto the shore, Arlene leaned down and gently kissed and sucked the tip of his dick, which make them both smile.
After sharing that sexually tender moment, Max rolled onto the bed, both of them now exhausted. Arlene informed him that she would have happily taken that load down her throat as well. Max said to give him a moment and he'll work on fulfilling that request. They laid there for several minutes, cuddling and resting. Afterwards those rose, jumped in a warm shower, and began doing more of the things they hadn't done the first time.
After a long night of sex, and some rest, Arlene headed home to leave for her flight. Max left to go home and get ready for another day at work. They both kissed each other farewell, knowing they may never even speak again, but able to share in a memory that was unique as it was enjoyable.
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