This is a bit of a continuation of my last post. Hope anyone who reads enjoys!
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Dr. Adrian Murphy couldn’t believe his luck. On his first trip out-of-town since the pandemic started, he was heading to a strange woman’s home. Alessandra, that was her name. It took him a moment to recall it. The drinks had made his head foggy. Too many cocktails; It didn’t take more than a couple after losing all his tolerance for alcohol. He thought, “Two too many,” and chuckled.
“What?” said Alessandra with a grin. Her eyes shone as the car passed a light. Murphy’s apartment was so close to downtown that he need only walk to and from the local hotspots. But she had invited him over before he mentioned it, and the idea of visiting her home gave him a thrill. Alessandra’s house wasn’t far, yet walking seemed a poor choice given their mutual condition.
“Nothing, just a silly thought,” he said. “What is that you do? I’ve forgotten.”
She smiled again. A radiant smile, and a familiar one though he couldn’t place any connection. He had never visited Tennessee before.
Her hand drifted to his thigh. “I never told you. You haven’t forgotten.”
His own fingers drifted to meet hers, trailing over the soft flesh of her knuckles. Something about such gentle intimacy… it made his heart race. He could feel himself stiffening just next to where her fingers rested. Wondering whether she would be able to tell made him all the more excited.
She glanced down to his thigh and stretched her fingers just a bit further over.
Yes, she could tell. She stroked his outline just as gently as he touched her fingers. He wanted to kiss her then, to taste her mouth before he tasted other parts of her. Murphy glanced to the Uber driver. They made eye contact through the mirror. Awkward. Maybe the kiss could wait. Still, his excitement grew.
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Murphy didn’t have to wait long for that kiss.
The Uber had barely turned the corner before Alessandra was on him, and she was quite aggressive with her tongue. He pressed against her as she unlocked the door, wrapping his arms around her waist. She turned and roughly pulled his face to hers. They both fumbled for the doorknob with their free hand. Stumbling across the threshold, he reached for the buttons of her blouse. Her hands took his.
“Wait,” she said, breaking their kiss. “Not out here. Let’s get to my room first. My daughter is home. Taking classes over Zoom and all that, she moved back in for a bit.”
Murphy grinned. “Okay. Lead the way.” He couldn’t see much of anything as she led him through the dark hall. A sliver of light shone under a door to his right. Music thumped through the space. He thought that must be Alessandra’s daughter’s room. What did she look like? He found her mother beautiful, intelligent dark eyes, pretty black hair. A younger version must be to die for.
They turned a corner. She pulled him into her bedroom, shut the door, locked it, and shoved him backward. His calves hit the edge of something and he tipped over. His body bounced on the mattress as she ripped his shoes and socks away. He could feel her straddle him, her hands deftly unhooking his belt, pulling the button of his jeans free and the zipper down.
His eyes adjusted to the gloom. A cloud ambled out of the moonlight’s path, bringing a little more light through the window. Her eyes shone again. They looked so hungry for his body. He lowered his gaze. With her body bent forward like this, he could see down her blouse, her tits practically falling out. One dark nipple had already escaped, hung against the fabric. He wondered if it was hard already. It looked like it was. She gasped when he reached up to find out and squeezed gently. He felt it growing more firm under his touch.
Alessandra found more urgency now. She rapidly unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it away. Next she tugged down his jeans and tossed them aside before doing the same with her skirt.
He lifted up, straightening to get up from the bed and wrap his arms around her but she pushed him down again. She joined him on the bed and straddled his face while lowering her own lips to his underwear, gently nibbling his bulge through the fabric. Warmth radiated from her body. She pushed her pussy closer to his face as she pulled his cock free from his clothing. He gasped and bucked his hips when he felt the warm, wet sensation of her soft tongue licking up his shaft. His balls were in her mouth now. She licked, kissed, and sucked them gently. His tongue found her clit, circled it roughly, then he closed his lips around it and sucked. He almost lost control when she shoved her face against his cock and moaned with pleasure.
Her pussy spasmed when he shoved his fingers inside her. It grew tight, he could feel it squeezing as she orgasmed with his mouth on her. So quick, she must not have been with anyone for some time. His cock twitched and swelled as she stroked him faster with her hand. She took him between her lips, her mouth a little vacuum as she sucked him forcefully. She tugged his skin as she moved her mouth up and down, filling his body with electricity.
Suddenly, she released him and repositioned, straddling his face with her ass resting on his chest. Alessandra rode him hard while she reached back, making a handful of his soft balls, gently rubbing them within her palm. When he moaned and stiffened, close to orgasm, she stopped and got up.
“I don’t want to waste it,” she said. “I want it inside me, all of it.”
Murphy didn’t know if she was on birth control or not, but right now he didn’t care. He was with a strange woman in a strange town, enjoying this distraction from conference panels and meals with academics who didn’t know how to talk about anything else but anthropology or history. By now he had guessed that she wanted something in particular. She wanted control, to take whatever she’d been missing out on since her divorce. Maybe she hadn’t been getting what she needed even before then. If she wanted his load inside her, he would be happy to provide.
“Move up on the bed,” she said.
Murphy worked his elbows and pulled the rest of his body onto the mattress. For a moment he became aware that the bass line of the daughter’s music had died away. Hopefully she wouldn’t hear all this.
Alessandra positioned herself over his hips. She put her hands on his chest and thrust her hips forward and back, dragging her wet sex along his shaft, grinding her clit against him. He slid his hands up her stomach, making his way to her tits, apparently too slowly for her tastes since she grabbed his wrists and pulled his hands the rest of the way. He squeezed hard, the soft fabric of her top under his skin. He worked his fingers between the buttons and jerked his hands apart, buttons flying everywhere as her tits spilled out. He squeezed, stroked her nipples, then pinched them tight.
“Fuck!” she breathed, throwing her head back. Her thighs clamped around him, her body writhing in orgasm. “Ohhhh fuck, Murphy… I need it, now. Don’t make me wait for your cum.”
She angled her hips just right, scooping up his cock with the next pass. She was unbelievably wet; he slid in easily, filling her snugly.
Murphy took her by the throat and pulled her face to his, the weight of her tits pressing down on his chest. She worked her hips in a frenzy, stroking his cock with her warm little pussy faster and faster. With his free hand, he smacked her ass hard and grabbed tight, feeling her muscles contracting and relaxing beneath his fingers. “I’m so close. I’m cumming,” he moaned softly.
“Cum for me, fill my pussy. Let me feel your big cock shooting that cum all over my pussy, baby.”
Murphy squeezed tighter as he stiffened, the explosion of pleasure pulling his abs taunt, his cock twitching. Warmth filled his shaft as her pussy clamped down on him, eager for his seed.
As they lay there tangled in each other, gasping together, he could feel her twitching around his shaft. After a few moments, she collapsed next to him, reached for her panties and pulled them up.
“That was…” She took a breath. “That was nice. Do you want to stick around? I wouldn’t mind another round in the morning, if you’re interested.” She pulled his arm around her and snuggled against him, her ass against his groin.
“I’d like that,” he said. “Very much, actually.”
“My daughter is leaving early in the morning for a little camping trip, so she won’t be here when we wake up. How long are you in town?”
“Just a few more days. The conference will be over Sunday, but I’ll wait until Monday to leave. Give myself some time to mentally prepare for home.”
“If you want to see each other in the evenings, I could give you my number. No pressure though.”
He brushed her hair aside and kissed her shoulder. “I was about to suggest the same. Maybe you didn’t tell me this either, but what’s your name?”
She giggled. “I did. It’s Alessandra.”
“I remembered that, I promise. I meant your last name, too.”
“Oh, it’s Costa. Alessandra Costa.”
“Alessandra Costa…” It sounded familiar, but then again most names did after teaching for this many years. “That’s a very pretty name.”
“Thank you, hon. I like your name too. It sounds strong.”
She asked him more questions but he couldn’t recall them. Exhaustion and the alcohol made him fuzzy. Sleep took him quickly.
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Murphy woke some time before dawn needing to use the restroom. Alessandra still lay with her back to him, snoring cozily. He slowly removed his arm from her and rolled out of bed, then made his way out of the room and down the hall in the dark, finding the bathroom after stumbling around a moment. He stood and relieved himself in the toilet, then washed his hands and splashed a bit of water in his face, waiting for a small dizzy spell to pass. The light flicked on.
There she was, standing in the doorway. It clicked now, why some details had seemed familiar. Costa, Alessandra’s last name. Her remarkably familiar smile. Francesca Costa, one of his former students and lovers stood in the doorway, mouth agape at finding him in her home. Her eyes fell to his big cock hanging between his legs. As his own eyes adjusted to the harsh light, he could see her nipples had grown stiff under her light silk gown. Francesca’s hand dropped from her mouth, her fingers catching on the gown and pulling it lower, inadvertently revealing her familiar (and stunning) cleavage. She spun around and hurried back to her room. He heard a door shut loudly.
His head was spinning again. He shut off the light and shuffled back to the bedroom. Panic gripped him. He didn’t know what to do. He lay back down next to Alessandra (still deep in sleep), just for a moment he told himself, just long enough to collect his thoughts before getting his clothes back on and calling for an Uber back to his hotel. As he lay there, lost in thought, he imagined that he heard the door creak. He reached up and rubbed his temples. His head pounded. He felt the sheet tickle his skin as someone lifted it away. A third warm body slid underneath, joining them on the bed.
— —The End!— —
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