Desperate
Josie waited anxiously as the phone rang. She hadn’t spoken to Cliff in several months, and she was beginning to have serious withdrawal. She loved her boyfriend George, but he lacked the fierce confidence that Cliff so naturally asserted in the bedroom, or wherever he took her.
“Hello?” His deep voice rumbled through the airwaves, traveled through her ear and down her spine. “Hey Sleepy Head!! It’s me Josie! How are you? I haven’t heard from you in some time, thought I would reach out and see what you have been up to.”
Cliff knew immediately that this was an invitation to rearrange her guts, which he used to thoroughly enjoy doing, until that compliment she took the wrong way. “Yeah, hey! I’ve been good. What’s up though?” Josie had to admit she was confused at the abrupt lack of fucking going on between them. At least three times a month she and Cliff would get together, but it had been well over four months, and her desires to feel him turned into aggravated cravings.
“It’s been a while–since we saw each other. I miss–I miss–I really need to get fucked.” Cliff rolled over in his bed and peeked at his watch. It was two in the morning, she must really be desperate he thought. “Yeah well, after you took issue with me complimenting your picture online, I decided to fall back hard.” She jumped to interrupt, “I know, I know it was stupid, and…” Cliff spoke over her, commanding the conversation in such a gentle yet assertive way.
“Look, I’ve been blowing your back out for years now, through at least two relationships. You’ve given yourself to me in ways you haven’t with your current boyfriend or the others. I felt like you caught a whole attitude with me for saying your picture was stunning. Like, I seriously did not know what to think, so I just cut you off.”
“You know what Cliff, you’re right. I was being stupid, I dont know why I reacted that way. Really, Papi, I apologize.” Cliff was silent for a moment. “Tomorrow, eight o’clock. Meet me on the Schuykill.” He hung up the phone.
Eight o’clock took an eternity to arrive, but here it was, finally. Josie jogged along, sweat running down her face and neck, glistening in the trail lights. She got to the benches by the river when she bumped into Cliff.
He wasted no time, his kiss greeted her unsuspecting lips with such a passionate force Josie almost fell over. Cliff knew there would be passer-byers, but he was not concerned about them. He turned Josie around, her hands on the railing, looking across the river. She felt the cool summer air on her hot sweaty ass as her leggings were peeled down, and when Cliff began to insert himself, her eyes rolled into the back of her head. “Fuck, Papi,” she breathed. Cliff was not exceptionally long, in fact he was in the average range, but he was super thick, and Josie loved the feeling of being split wide open.
Cliff took her there, on the Schuykill River banks, her hair wrapped around his fist, while the other teased a bare breast. Her whines turned into gutteral grunts of “Fuck, Papi,” as Cliff continued to pound away.
Neither noticed the crowd that gathered. No one said a word, they just watched as this beautiful woman got her back blown out. No one even recorded. Josie was lost in oblivion, Cliff was focused on sending her to the moon. Their sweat poured down and met where thighs and hips collided.
Josie lost count of how many times she came, but she knew she couldn’t last much longer. Her knees were beginning to grow weak. Cliff knew being out in the open they had to hurry.
The trick, was to bury himself deep, and begin to kiss the nape of her neck. Josie gasped, her walls closing in around his shaft. Cliff grunted and began to pump his friend full of his seed. The crowd quickly began to dissipate. As the two began adjusting their clothes, Cliff smirked at Josie, “Satisfied?” She turned, sweat pouring down her forehead, neck, and chest, still breathy from the run, the intense fucking, and orgasm overload. “Yes Papi, thank-you. And, again I’m sorry for getting all stupid about you commenting on my pictures, I be tripping sometimes.” Cliff shrugged his shoulders. He kissed her hard on the mouth, their tongues dancing for an intense but brief moment, and then they went their separate ways into the night, along the Schuykill River.
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