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She towered over me, all 6 foot-3 inches of her. I looked straight up.
She had her hands on her hips.

"Sarah needs another half hour," she said. "God damn it. I want to get
out of here."

I looked sideways at her full big beautiful legs, no more than inches
from me. I slipped my hand under her skirt and stroked her ass. She
pressed her belly to my head.

"Oh," she said.

"Well, tell her to hurry up."

"I asked. She needs to close up the books."

I gave her a pat on the butt and brought my hand out. She was wearing
her heals, I noticed. I gave up another inch, 8 inches total. Another
guy would have been intimidated. I was just embarrassed.

"Come on," she ordered me.

"Where?" I asked.

"The parking garage," she said with a sly smile.

The garage was our special place. We worked downtown. This was back
during the dot-com bubble burst. Our building had a lot of vacancies
and the garage had all kinds of areas where if you needed privacy, you
could smoke, drink, do weed, some of us did cocaine, others had sex.
There were few cars parked at level 3.

I grabbed my jacket and we walked past dozens of empty desks, left
over from recent layoffs. The few survivors we're gone home.

We went down the access stairs. I jumped the last steps and opened the
fire door. The sides of the garage were open, but this time of day,
the light was dim. The sky you could see was gray.

Without delay, Tina grabbed my arm and pulled me behind a cement
column, right next to her green van. She was powerful enough to push
me around. I figured that out first night we had sex.

"Come on. Hurry up. Take off your pants." She fumbled with my belt.
She dropped her purse and kneeled in front of me. Our fingers met as
we worked together on my pants. Her white and my brown hands mixed in
a sea of crawling fingers.

"I like it when you wear button ups." She tore my open my fly.

My dick was limp. She popped it into her mouth and tugged on it
vigorously with her lips. After a few seconds of encouragement, my
cock grew into it's full size. She'd learned a thing or two after
three marriages, a few years in the navy, and what the other men in
her 39 years taught her. I was the current beneficiary of her
excellent cock sucking education.

She continued to pucker smack her lips on my uncircumcised head. She
pumped me gently with her index and thumb.

"It's freaking cold," I said. She rubbed my legs with her hands.

She released my cock for a second and took a breath. "Sorry for
forcing you down here. But I really need this." She resumed slurping
and licking. "God damn that Sarah."

I patted her head and closed my eyes. I rocked gently back and forth.
And then her phone rang.

"Fuck!" Her mouth released. "This better be an emergency."

She grabbed her purse and answered the phone. My dick hung in the cold
air. I looked around the garage. I didn't particularly care to hear
the conversation. It was none of my business.

"What?" she said sharply into the phone.  She passed her hand across
her chin. I pitied the bastard on the other end.

She whacked my leg and looked at me with a smile. I tapped her head
with my fist.

I mouthed the words, "Hurry up."

She leaned forward with the phone to her neck, and licked the head of
my cock. She gave it a few flicks. My penis jumped.

"Whatever, Bill. Fuck you. I'm hanging out at Sarah's. If you can't
handle that..."

She gave me the sign for hold on. She exhaled.

"Drinks, you asshole. I'm hanging out with my best friend. I won't be
coming back tonight."

I looked down at her head.

"Well fuck you if you can't do me this favor and take care of the
kids. You're their dad, you can fucking figure it out. Hot dogs,
pizza, take them to McDonald's."

She looked up at me, and shook her head.

"Bye!"

"Trouble in paradise?" I teased.

She slammed the phone shut and shoved it back into her bag.

"What a piece of shit. Pissed me off."

"Sorry about your husband." I rubbed her shoulder. My dick was getting
limp.

She was tense. "Sorry about that. Grown man can't even take care of
himself. I leave him home one night with the kids, and he can't even
handle that. I'm telling you, his mother spoiled him. Old cow turned
that man into a little bitch. Why did I ever marry him?

"Fuck him. Come here," I said.

I stroked her smooth blond hair. She picked up my waning hard-on and
placed it back into her mouth. I held her head. A few more minutes of
cock sucking took out the tension. Reduced it to a simmer, anyway.

She  was the best cock sucker I'd ever met. Methodical and skilled,
prone to improvisation. And eager to swallow. It filled her with
irrational joy. Every time she sucked me, I knew what I was going to
get and that I was going to like it, I knew it was going to be good."

"I'm coming, Tina," I said.

She sucked me harder. I shook up and down my body. A river of cum
crashed wave after wave into her mouth. She held and squeezed my ass.
Quick as I made it, she swallowed. Finally, she opened her mouth and
was done. We both caught our breath.

"That was a lot," she said. She licked the inside of her mouth and
smacked her lips. "Thick and stringy, too. What did I say about
drinking grape fruit juice? Seriously, try drinking it. I'll buy you
some. You need to thin it out. It coats my tongue for hours, if you
don't."

"Yeah, yeah." I patted her head. "I got it."

"You need to thin it out. I'm going to gag one of these days."

I pulled up my pants, and helped her get back on her feet. She kept
passing her tongue through her mouth and massaging her teeth. She was
really having trouble. I wiped the side of her mouth with my thumb.
She bent down a little and I gave her a kiss.

"Come here. Give me hug," I said, and held her close. I squeezed her
hefty body, and grabbed her ass.

"You don't have to tell me you're coming. I can tell," she said.

"I just want to be polite." I stroked her wind burned cheek. "Besides,
I like saying it."

I gave her her purse.

"Thanks," she said.

We opened our mouths and she kissed me with her tongue. What am I
going to say? It tasted like my cum.

She gave me a piece of gum and we walked back to the office.
---

It was close to 7 by the time Tina finished her work. It was pitch
dark and raining hard. The workweek was truly, finally over. Sarah
drove, while Tina and I sat in the back, our hands on each other's
laps. I looked outside to the crowded street full of cars wading
through flooded streets. Inside the Volvo, it was warm and quiet. We
were heading to Sarah's condo a few blocks away.

"How are you guys doing back there?" asked Sarah.

I turned to look. Tina fixed her eyes on me and smiled. I kissed her
pursed lips. She rested her head on my shoulder and nuzzled to my ear.
I relaxed. Her warm hand slipped between my legs.

I caught Sarah's eyes in the rear-view. She rolled her eyes and
groaned.

"I don't know what to do with you guys," she said. "It's like having
teenagers. Do you guys ever do anything other than fuck? You, Carlos,
you ever even take her out to dinner?"

I didn't.

"Shut up, Sarah," said Tina.

"She knows what she means to me," I said.

"All you do is take advantage of her..."

"We hang out with you," yelled back Tina. "It's not like we have all
the time in the world. I'm married. Carlos has things he has to do."

Tina patted the backrest on the Explorer's driver seat. "Thanks for
caring, Sarah, but we're both adults, we can handle ourselves."

"OK," said Sarah. We pounded her into submission.

She drove down a long road running along the park. It was a clear
drive down to her condo. She pushed on the accelerator and the car
purred into high speed. No traffic lights, no cars. She turned into
her parking lot and swerved sharply into her spot.

I adjusted my penis back between my legs and gave Tina a quick kiss on
the lips. She was chewing her Trident. We got out of the car and
walked up to the condo. Tina walked ahead. Sarah walked behind me. I
pinched Tina's ass. I managed to grab her tight skirt along with some
oh her panties. Sarah had a clear view, and groaned, again.

"Pervert," she said. I smiled back at her.

"Come on," said Tina and pulled my hand up the stairs. "Leave him
alone," she said to Sarah.

Sarah moved ahead of us and unlocked the door. We followed her in and
took off our wet shoes and coats.

"Get over here, Carlos" said Tina. "You're all wet."

She ran her fingers through my hair, and shook the water out.

"You're wet too you know." I passed my fingers thru her hair but
didn't try to dry it.

When we were done, I made for the largest sofa and sank into its
cushions. Sarah walked into the kitchen by herself.

"Do you need any help?" asked Tina.

"No. Just sit down. Take care of your man." She said it without
malice. "Excuse me. I haven't been fucked in two weeks."

Tina and I made funny faces at each other. We finally understood.

Sarah pulled bottles of booze from the cupboards. "It makes me jumpy
not having a man around for sex."

"'You just need to relax," said Tina.

"I don't have anything to eat, just so you know, except these
crackers."

"That's fine. That's not what's important."

"What would you guys like to drink, Coronas or Bud Light? I have some
vodka, and whiskey, too."

"Coronas, please." said Tina. She brought me my beer. I gave her a
deep- kiss payment. She grabbed my collar and snuck her tongue into my
mouth.

"Don't I take good care of you?" she asked.

"Absolutely. Thanks for the beer, baby." I patted her behind.

"I don't want you guys fucking in my house, you hear. I don't want
Carlo's semen on my stuff."

"What's wrong with my semen?" I asked.

She laid back on my shoulder, and tossed her head back.

"Ugh," she groaned. "Sarah, you are such a total bitch."

"Whatever, whore." said Sarah in the nicest way.

I took a swig from my bottle. I loved these women. They spoke their
minds.

Tina looked sideways at me and elbowed me in the ribs. She pushed her
tongue against her cheek and pushed her finger into my chest.

"Keep an eye out for an opening," she said.

I leaned into her ear. "OK."

Tina sat with her thigh on top of my leg. It gave me a boner having
this Amazon for my friend. I rubbed my leg against her bare thigh. She
moved over me and grabbed a small blue blanket. The condo was
freezing. Tina cuddled up next to me and pulled the blanket up to her
chest. She reached between my legs and stroked the inside.

Sarah sat on a recliner. She was done calling attention to our
shenanigans. She knew she couldn't win.

"Pot, anyone?" she asked.

"Bring it on. That's what we all need. Fucking layoffs. They got rid
of half of us." said Tina.

Sarah moved magazines and ash trays off the oak coffee table. She
lifted the hinged top and propped it open. She had coins, rings,
pieces of quartz and other rocks all mixed together in a big
compartment. She took out a small plastic bag and unrolled it."

"Shit, I'm going to talk to that son-of-a-bitch son of mine when he
gets back from his dad's. He has his own supply. He doesn't have to
steal from me." She grabbed some Zig-zags and expertly rolled a fat
joint with her sharp manicured fingers. "Don't fuck with my shit."

She lit up with a lighter and took a deep drag. Her chest heaved. She
inhaled and passed it to Tina

"Ah, yes." said Tina. "Give it here."

Sarah went over to her stereo. "So What" by Miles Davis came on. She
swayed her hips. Arms up. Hips rolling. It looked more hippie trance
than anything else. She looked good, wide assed but good. These older
women were teaching this 27 year old some finer things in life.

Tina scrunched up next to me. We kicked back, smoked and talked. I
stared at the ceiling and piped in a comment every once in a while. I
knew I wasn't making any sense. The conversation eventually ended up
on sex.

Sarah talked about her black guy, Jim, how good he was in the sack,
how she liked him, even though he was also sleeping around with his
wife's cousin. They talked about the overweight single-mom S&M chick,
Karen--the one with the watermelon boobs. She was pregnant again, and
didn't know who the father was.

They mostly ignored me. It was a good thing. I say a lot of stupid
shit when I'm stoned.

Then I dozed off.

I remembered Tina and Sarah talking across from me on the sofa. They
were in close to one another. I heard fragments. Bits and pieces.

"Charles is having problems at school...he's a good boy. He brings in
good grades..when he tries. Laura's great...where does she gets it
from...I can't take any credit...just one of those kids...I love
them...that Bill's a dick...but where will I go? I don't even want to
think about it."

Tina was drinking from a glass of whiskey. Sarah dangled a bottle of
beer. They were both smoking cigarettes.


I woke up with the feeling my legs were deep in cement. I opened my
eyes and yawned. Tina was sitting on my crotch. She pushed her ass
back and forth on my legs. Her skirt was up by her waist and her bare
legs straddled mine.

She looked at me and smiled. "Hey there, sleepy head," she said.

She bent down and we kissed. She lifted and lowered her mouth to mine.
We kissed a dozen times.

"Tina," I said. She kept on rolling her behind on my legs.

"Relax."

I enjoyed the warm pressure of her ass on me. I slid my finger between
the tight elastic band of her panties and her skin. I snapped her
panties and rubbed my fingers down her skin. Her blouse was open down
to below her cleavage. I leaned in and kissed her all over her mottled
red skin, permanent damage from years of sun bathing.

"What do we have here?" she asked. She reached between her legs and
ran a finger nail down my cock. She tickled my balls. She hovered over
my head, and her hair fell down in a ticklish canopy. I kissed her
breasts thru her blouse, and breathed her scent.


"Mmm," she said in a low voice, paused, and jumped off. "I'll be right
back."

Her high, long legs strutted toward to the bathroom barefooted. I
straightened my back. There was the faint sound of a toilet lid
opening, a strong jet of piss striking the water. I looked down at the
coffee table. There were bottles everywhere. How long had I been out?

I picked up some alligator clips and re-lit the the remains of a
joint. I laid my head back and turned my head over. Sarah was out
cold. Her head was collapsed on her chin and she was snoring. Her
stomach moved up and down rhythmically under her blouse. Other than
her the only other sound was the rain shattering on the roof.

Tina was  quiet in the bathroom.

I looked at Sarah absently. Her wide thighs pushed down on the sofa
seat, her legs spread out until they met the limits of her black
polyester dress pants. What would it be like to fuck her, I thought. I
pulled twice on my pants. I imagined what her pussy was like. Was it
shaved? Was it short and soft, or wiry and wild? I pictured myself
behind, on top of her cushioned ass, and her grunting, tits dangling
over the floor, her long hair clutched in my fist.

I was surprised when the bathroom door opened, and Tina walked back.
She was smoothing out the wrinkles in her skirt. Her blouse was
buttoned up. I picked up an astrology book and opened it somewhere in
the middle. When she came within inches of me, she no longer smelled
of cigarettes. She smelled of spicy cinnamon.

"Keeping busy?" she asked, as she bent forward and asked for my hand.

"Come on. Come with me," she said.

She took me into the bathroom.

"She won't see us here," she said, I stepped inside.

She turned her back to the door and shut it with her back. It closed
with a simple click. Sarah kept a clean, very feminine bathroom, pink
all over with shag trim. It was neat, properly furnished with hand and
bath towels. A hamper. Spotless everything.

Tina had cleaned up her makeup. She tossed her hair back. It bounced
on the side of her face. A sneaky smile spread across her face. She
laughed the way the bad guys in the movies used to laugh.

"What if she has to pee?" I asked. I took off my shirt.

She slid across the smooth vinyl, her hands below the roundness of her
stomach. With a few steps she was on top of me. She looked down on me
with enough lust to fuck a room. She put her arms around my neck, and
kissed me with all her familiar force and passion. Her powerful legs
pushed me back. I move where she moved me. I put my knee on the  shag
toilet seat cover. We pressed our mouths and pulled our bodies hard
into each other. Her tongue searched mine out and abused it.

"Tina."

"What?"

"I need to take a leak." I separated myself and unzipped my pants. My
cock sprung out. I sprayed jet of piss on the rim and wall before I
got it under control.

"Hand me some toilet paper, please." I said.

"Hurry up, stud. She's going to wake up any time."

She stared at me, and bobbed her head side to side, keeping time. Her
hand reached over and scraped my pubic hairs with her long nails. I
swatted it away. She played it sweet and smoothed over my stomach.

When I was done pissing, I left my pants unbuttoned and turned to face
her. She took it from there and yanked down my pants and underwear.

"Thanks, mom."

"You have a problem. I'm serious, you're sick. I'm not your mom."

She turned around to me. I unzipped her skirt and pulled it down over
her plump thighs. I bent down and brought it to her ankles. I pulled
her blue satin panties out of the way and kissed her beautiful ass.
She giggled. I licked her leg. I moved back up and gave her a long
wide bite. With a kick, she tossed the skirt into a corner. I stood
back up. She took off her blouse and unfastened her bra in front of
me. Her relatively small breasts stared at me.

With that she was undressed and we were both naked. I rubbed her
freckled arms from her shoulders to her wrists.

"Shivers. Your hands are so cold," she said.

Her skin was soft and plump. I squeezed everything I touched. Her
physicality was more real than other women I'd been with, her presence
more pronounced.

I moved behind her, kissed her shoulder and back. I gently pushed her
back. She bent down at her waist and spread her legs. Even with the
extra pounds, they were the most glorious part of her. Fully formed,
curvy, perfect in their imperfection. I gently passed my fingers over
her bumpy thighs.

I slipped my hand down her warm ass-crack. She clenched instinctively
and caught the tips of my fingers.  She tried straightening her back.
I pushed her back down. She turned back to me, giggled, and looked
back to the door. My hand went between her legs and played with her
long moist pubic hairs. She spread her legs wider. My thumb went into
her burning hole. The rest of my fingers stroked her hairy patch. My
other hand pressed on her left butt cheek.

"Oh," she said. "For God's sake, fuck me."

I leaned my back backwards and pulled her thighs onto my cock. She
slipped it in with her hands, right into her pussy. The velvet glove
held it tight and squeezed. How much tighter must it have been before
her three kids?

I banged her fat ass for several minutes. She threw her head back. I
grabbed a bunch of her hair and rode her like a wild mare. She used
her legs to push back. I grabbed a metal towel rack and slammed her
harder. Our flesh smacked. We were going to be bruised in the morning.

"Oh," she said, over and over again. Her breathing was heavy and
shuddering.

I reached forward again. I palmed and massaged her pussy lip. She
pressed on my hand and guided my finger to her clit. I focused on that
finger and let my cock go into auto-pilot. I made sure not to lose her
clit in all the action. Finally, her body shook. We were both
sweating. I put my hands on her back and ran my palms down and out.

"I need it, Carlos. I need to suck your dick." She pulled away. Her
hair was a mess.

She turned around and slid to her knees. She plunged it into her
mouth. She cleaned it free of her juices. She alternated techniques.
Short sucks, long sucks, wide licks, she tongued my head, pulled my
foreskin up and down. She had me on the balls of my feet.

I observed and parted her hair. She looked into my eyes. I nodded, and
reassured her she was doing everything right.

When the time came, I told her, "I want to come inside of you."

"I want you to come inside of me."

She opened her moth wide and the red cock sprang out of her mouth.

The rest was quick and dirty.

We threw down some towels and kneeled down on the floor. She splayed
her hands across the bathroom floor. She flattened her body on the
floor. It looked vulnerable and grotesque. You don't know what I mean.
Her flesh lost shape, the folds on her back made her indistinct. The
line of her ass gained prominence as her ass spread out on the floor.
It was a beauty that had to be learned to be appreciated.

She pushed on her pelvis, her ass jumped, and she invited me to do
what I had to do. I fell down behind her and licked her lower back.
She was salty. I guided my cock inside her cunt. I banged her for
several minutes. I came and collapsed over her back. Her lungs
emptied. She supported my weight.

I slapped her ass and that was the end of it. We were exhausted,
beyond done.

I had enough for a kiss.

"I love you she said."

"And, I love you." I had a hand on her round hip.

We dressed quickly. I washed my cock in the sink, and pushed it back
into my pants. When we walked back to the living room, Sarah was
sleeping in the same position she'd been in. Tina and I laid back on
our couch. We turned off the lights, and held each other in the dark.

We covered up with some blankets and snuggled.

"That was really good. Let's do that again," she said with a kiss on
my cheek. She pressed her ass to me. I could smell the cigarettes in
her sweat, one more time. She stroked my leg as I breathed into her
hair. In time, she dropped her hand. I put it on my lap. She fell
asleep with her weight on my chest.

In the darkness, the light from outside the condo, highlighted Sarah's
face. I could have sworn she was smiling. I smiled back and waved at
her, just in case she was looking. I wasn't really expecting an
answer.

"You're cleaning your mess, in the morning," she said. She smiled and
covered herself with a small blanket. I nodded. Tina snored.

"Yeah, tomorrow." I said.

I smiled, closed my eyes, and dreamed about Tina.

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