My cock bucks back up to full tilt as I release Oscar from his trousers.He’s long and solid.The tip of him is already poking above the elastic of his briefs.
“Do you want my hands on you?”
He’s so addle brained and oblivious to the tension in me, that I don’t think he realises it’s her not him who has me so wound up.That’s a good thing.A seriously good thing.
“Yeah,” he agrees.“Whatever man.It’s all so good.I can’t believe you even noticed me.”
“Shh!”I cover his mouth again with mine to stall his gushing.I liked him better when he was on his knees and quiet.I kiss him hard, returning us to silence, while at the same time I wrap my hand around his shaft and tug it good.My own pecker keeps trying to barge in on the action, so I grip them both together and wank us both simultaneously.Apparently, that does it for him.He comes after a dozen or so strokes, covering my hand with his mess.When he opens his mouth to start speaking again, I feed him my fingers to clean up, which he dutifully does.
“If it’s not too much trouble, it’s time for us to depart.”
Damn!We were doing so well there.The sound of her dictates cut me in half.One part of me jumps to do her bidding.The other is totally up in arms.“Howard is getting antsy,” she says, making it clear that the time for screwing about is well and truly over.
“We’ll catch up some other time,” I tell Oscar, sending him on his way.
“Yes, Mr.Drake.Anytime, you need anything.I’m your man.”
I choke back a laugh.I wonder if he knows how corny he sounds.The ice queen by the door isn’t so considerate.She glares at him as if she’s about to blow the north wind right through him.What she does do is get out of the way of the broken door so he can exit.
“Now us, Mr.Drake.”
“If you could give me thirty seconds to clean up a little.”
“I’m counting.Wewillget where we’re expected to be on time.”
Tempting as it is to hole up in the bathroom for fifteen and read my emails, I concentrate on straightening my appearance.The encounter has left me flushed, my lips are red from the rough kisses, but it’s my eyes that are the major concern.I look…I look stoned!
Too bad that’s not the truth.An easy explanation for the state I’m in would be welcome right now.Instead, I have to accept I’m rattled for a nonsensical reason—her.
The last woman who rattled me was the bitch who gave birth to me when she threatened to nail my bollocks to a board if I embarrassed her by attempting to run away again.I didn’t just run, I put the Atlantic Ocean between us, and didn’t return to this country until she’d been sent down for a long litany of abuse.She’s not someone I waste thoughts on these days.
The woman on the other side of the bathroom door perturbs me in an altogether different way.I don’t get it.What did she do to me when she got all Jackie Chan?
She bangs on the door.“Your time is up, Mr.Drake.”
I’m not sure it’s possible to call time up on my sexuality.That’s it, you’ve had your kicks, screwed a whole lot of guys, now you can just stop playacting, and get on with being a typical heterosexual white guy.
Uh, no!
Yet my traitorous dick is stiff as a board and the damn thing refuses to get clued up to reality.
What the fuck did Ms.Action Hero do to me?The way I’ve just come should have kept me contented until all the pomp and ceremonious warbling at the dinner was done.Instead, I’m more on edge than ever.
She bangs on the door again.“Mr.Drake, I’m sure we’d both prefer not to explore the consequences of us missing our appointed rendezvous time.”
My cock jerks to the sound of her voice.What the fuck is that about?I can just about rationalise the effect of her presence mid-action.She burst in.The adrenaline was pumping.I was already lust-addled and approaching the point of no return.She was a bit of excitement that turned the encounter into something out of the norm.But now, now there’s nothing to explain why her presence, and her goddamned dictatorial tone should make my loins throb with so much need.
“I’ll be right out.”
Despite my cock being iron hard, I attempt to tuck it out of sight.Doesn’t fucking work.
“Hurry it up.”
I soak the face cloth in icy water, wring it out, and then wrap it around my dick.It sucks the heat right out of it.That’s better.Not so much of a strain to get my fly fastened.
I vacate the bathroom, and almost plough head first into her tits.She’s right outside the door, and she’s a tall lady, not much shorter than me.I back step as I breathe in her exotic perfume.“Ready?”
“For anything… Always.”
