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RETURN TO MY FAVORITE ROOFING COMPANY
Written for my friend, Paula78 out in Texas...
Remember the Alamo - Part 1 of 4
=================== The Standard Disclaimer ==================
The following may or may not be a work of total fiction. The characters,
names, and places may or may not be products of my imagination and any
resemblance to anybody or anything, living or dead, could be purely
coincidental.
This story contains potentially obscene terms and sexually explicit content
that may may find to be offensive. This would, perhaps, include my freshman
English professor although I kinda suspect the internet would have be a real
blast for her.
If you are offended by such material, or if you are under 21years old, or
whatever age your local law requires, you have the option to stop now and not
continue reading.
However, by continuing to read you are making the following statement: I am
of legal age, I want to read a potentially obscene story, and it is legal for
me to view potentially obscene terms in my community, state, nation or
province.
If you're not sure... STOP now ..... Delete this text ..... This isn't being
forced on you. Otherwise ................ :-)
======================================================
Author's Note: I received four responses to this story in January of 1996.
The one which got the reader in the most trouble sent this response:
1/14/96 From: (Lady's Name@aol.com)
Subj: Coitus Interruptus
To: Rob4Play
Robbie,
You're GOOD!! It's not fair to leave us just hanging (literally as well
as figuratively)!!! Hurry up with the next installment and make it as juicy as
the first!!
Breathlessly,
WP
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
.... If you like my story and you'd like to know WP's second response, let me
know. (Now SHE was a Five-Star erotic writer!!!!! (sigh - and AOL "True
Love") ... Anyway, we continue ............
RETURN TO MY FAVORITE ROOFING COMPANY
Part 1 of 4
There are times when selling is an absolute fucking bitch. The traveling,
lonely nights in hotels, long hours readying for the next series of calls,
filling out home office reports, customer orders, etc. etc. etc. One of these
days, I'm gonna say "FUCK IT."
Having thought this, I reflected on today's sales schedule. An eight
o'clock call, then a nine o'clock in Austin followed by a fast-assed drive to
to Laredo; about 375 miles.
My route put me right past San Antonio where Paula lived and worked off of
Interstate 35. I'd originally thought I could bunk in at the Hampton Inn and
spend an evening fucking my/our brains out; like the last time where we wound
up in the barber chair in her boss's office.
Laredo and Corpus Christi screwed THAT up! Then back to Shreveport and
points north. What a fuckin job!
I was beginning to think she didn't believe that my business took so much
time that I couldn't get back very often. God she was a good fuck!!! Seemed
like my cock was two inches longer when she got ahold of it.
She'd seemed, what, a bit icy, on our last phone call. The call seemed to
end well enough; we'd even got 'round to 900 mile away phone-sex. When she
came her, fucking neighbors must have heard it; maybe the entire block.
But, reading people for a living, I still remembered my initial feeling.
What the fuck. Not only was she a great lay, she was a lot of fun to boot.
I liked just being near her.
I was hurtling along Interstate 35 nearing the northeast edge of San
Antonio. The digital clock told me I was about 45 minutes ahead of schedule.
'Let's see, ten minutes off the highway, ten minutes back on: I
could...........'
I picked up the phone and pressed "72" for "PAula."
Boy! I sure didn't get that weird feeling I had the time before! She was
bubbles and warmth. Wanted to see me! .....Even for five minutes.
I should do something to make this a permanent waystop! I thought.
Hell, the more time I spent in any market area, the more business I seemed
to get. San Antonio was as good as any PLUS she was there! God! to spend an
entire night together in my motel room. Jacuzzi together, slip down to the
pool at 3 AM.............. Ah, how the mind wanders.
My tires munched over the gravel surface of her roofing company's parking
lot. I parked next to the only car there: hers.
As I approached the door, my heart sank, reading the sign on the door.
"Closed for Lunch." A clock hand underneath "We'll Be Back at:" pointed to
1:00 P.M. Something wrong?
Instantly, the lock clicked and the door cracked open. Paula's pretty
little head peered around the edge, her dark brown eyes glistening, her face in
a broad smile. Oooooo! Nice red lipstick too!
"You're early!," she said. ".....Just got ready. Come on in, come on."
The door opened inwards: I walked inside the lobby. Paula was behind the
door. I heard the door latch click in followed by the sound of the bolt being
thrown.
Friskily, she kissed me on the lips, just a mere air-kiss.
She said, urgently "Follow me, .... this way." She spun around, walking
down the hallway towards her office. I followed, smelling the perfumed
swirling in the air behind her. Smelled damn good! Smelled like Paula!
She must've just gotten back from an errand, something like that, because
she was still wearing a tan trench coat, cinched tightly by a wide matching
belt.
'What a compact little body she has,' I thought to myself, following her
down the dim hallway, admiring the back of her calves, remembering running my
hands up and down every square inch of them. Particularly right UP into her
snatch. Boy she made me welcome there.
We walked right past her office, past the office with the barber's chair,
then turned into the Big Cheese's office.
She stopped mid-way across the carpet floor and turned, facing me.
"God, it's good to see you again. I've missed you so much.!" she said.
"Have you missed seeing me too?"
"Oh yeah," I said, beginning to feel my cock rise with anticipation. I miss
seeing you. .....I see you in my dreams, I see your face........"
"Well then," she said, cutting me off, fumbling with her trench coat belt at
the same time, "tell me if you like seeing THIS!"
I had no time at all to cogitate the meaning of her remark.
In the blink of an eye, the belt straps dropped and her hands wrenched the
unbuttoned trench coat open, shrugging it off, noiselessly, on to the floor
behind.
She was naked except for her black heels, black, fishnet stockings and a red
garter belt! The brilliant red garter belt centered over her black triangle;
set on the creamy white outline of her bathing suit.
She cupped her breasts, also delineated with a sensuous tan line. They
looked like two beautiful warm puppies in her hands and, clearly, she was
'offering' them to me.
She immediately closed the distance between us, sliding her arms around my
back, pulling me into her body, hugging the hell out of me.
Wanting to kiss her, but feeling her hands slide towards my tie, my hands
slid down her soft, smooth bare back. I bent my knees so I could reach each of
her naked buttocks with each hand, probing into the crack of her ass,
attempting to feel her wet pussy. Oh boy, it was wet and ready!
Her body moved away, my attempt thwarted. Still I relished every sensation
of her nakedness on my fingertips. My eyes roamed over her wanton body.
Her large breasts were again in view, unfettered, ripe, full, moving with
life.
Paula's hands feverishly undid my tie, then started rapidly on my shirt
buttons. I could tell she was as eager as was I. I knew I was going to get
laid again.
My hands slid between our bodies. I felt her bare breasts on the back of my
hands.
Belt, top retaining button, zipper down.
My shirt opened under her fingers. Her hands slid up my sides pulling both
shirt and tee-shirt up and off at the same time.
As I was kicking my loafers off, her hands touched my waist, sliding my
pants and underwear down to the floor.
I watched her head of dark brown hair descend down my body as she knelt
below, tugging my trousers off, then beginning to pull my socks off one by one,
nuzzling her head along the length of my jutting hot cock, sliding it along her
ear, on her face, across her eyes, nipping at it.
Hard 'n ready, my cock bobbed in upright pointing stiffness as she continued
to play against it with her face and head.
The brush of her hair spilling, flowing like a velvet stream over my cock
felt light and tingly. I clinched down hard inside my ass, twitching my
erection for her, making it seem as if it had a mind of its own.
Sometimes I thought it did. I wasn't thinking of business any more.
As I lifted my leg, helping her remove the last sock, I felt her warm mouth
slide down on my cock, felt the heat of the air rushing out her nostrils onto
its swollen shaft .
Her head tilted up towards mine.
Dark brown eyes burned into mine. Below her dark pools of vision, my
engorged cock, half way into her mouth, was encircled by her "Oo-ed" lips,
strangely, it seemed, distorted as they stretched around my cock.
I saw her cheeks suddenly pucker inwards and felt her deep vacuum making me
swell, even more, within her.
As the tip of my cock hit the back of her throat, I saw, felt her catch a
bit. I could feel the length of her tongue pressing me to the roof of her
mouth.
She made little "Ummm ...... uugh" sounds, almost smiling at me while her
red lips clamped on my penis.
Turning her head down, my cock disappeared from view. I felt her hands press
into my ass, pulling me closer, rising up my cock in a final, intense, sucking
motion.
With a rush of hot, warm air, my cock left her mouth.
Immediately, Paula grasped me, squeezing lightly, riding my skin up and
down over its turgid inner stiffness.
She said, "That, was 'Ummm' as it 'Boy that tastes Good!' Now watch your
cock as I slide it out my mouth."
She throated me again, deep into her mouth, applying no suction until she
had gotten it as deep in as she wanted. Her cheeks dimpled inwards again and I
again felt the inside of her mouth crush down near the base of my penis. Her
head rolled backwards, she raised her eyebrows.
"Ueenh," she said from within her throat. Following her instruction to
really look at my cock, I focused sharply, watching my dick re-appear from
within her mouth.
End Part 1
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