get my clean crisp sheets, a soft bed, dim lights, mellow music and a basket of brilliant red rose petals, and he was going to get over his fear of being intimate. I was feeling alive again, like I was twenty-two, happily married and enjoying Randle all over. I slipped my hand under PJ’s shirt and felt his muscular back. He and Randle had similar backs, smooth, hard and hairless. I loved to rub Randle’s back after he had a long day. That’s one of the ways I connected with him.
PJ was busy as well. His hand slipped lower on my hips and pulled me closer. We had to slow our pace, as our hips were touching and getting in the way. I put my hand on his hand and encouraged it to slip a little lower, until I had it right where I wanted it. PJ was cupping my butt cheeks, squeezing them and rubbing them. I kept my hand on his and found his index finger. I pressed that long boney finger between my butt cheeks and pulled it up. Randle would do that when we were out, and it was all I could do not to pull him into the women’s room and make love in one of the stalls.
We walked that way until we arrived at the alleyway to the loading dock for the restaurant. I was into this foreplay in a big way. I could feel my temperature rising, and my breathing was becoming labored …
As the alley to the loading dock came into view, I thought about the times that Randle and I would sneak in the back way, to avoid having to explain where we had been and what we had been doing. I stepped in front of PJ to climb the five narrow steps to the dock. PJ was close behind; I could smell the man’s sweat from the heat. On the first step, he cupped my butt with both hands and lifted me up to the second step. He stopped me on the second step. He reached to the bottom of my lightweight summer skirt and pulled it up to my waist. He reached down to my naked butt and lifted me to the next step, each time squeezing my ass. At the top, we walked to the rear door with my skirt still around my waist and his hands on my ass. We stopped at the door; he pulled my back to his chest.
His eager hands now left my ass and traveled up my hips to my side, and to my breasts. He slipped his hands under my blouse. He leaned his head down, and began to gently nibble on my shoulder. The sharp pain was electric. The passion of his lips surged through my body with each bite.
He dropped one hand and worked it slowly down my stomach. I reached my own hand behind me, and searched until I found what I wanted through those thin summer shorts.
I couldn’t stand it any longer, I whirled around to face him and kiss him madly. My hips pressed against his crotch, and I let out a low moan. “Love me Randle! Strip me naked and love me. I want us to make a baby! Suck my tits and fuck my ass. Treat me like one of those whores who come in the Bar. Force me to suck you dry.”
My body responded to my words. I lifted my leg to his leg and rubbed my wet crotch against it.
“Hurry before someone opens the door.”
I felt a long skinny finger in my mouth and I sucked the life out of it. Randle raised his knee between my thighs, so I could doggy-hunch his leg.
“Oh, ohhh … Oh, yes …”
And at that point I lost control.
My body went limp and I blacked out. I have no idea how long I was out. I didn’t feel anything. Later on, Wilma told me that PJ had picked me up, and began banging on the door. He carried me upstairs into the apartment, and down the hall to my bedroom. Wilma said he looked worried.
As I began to shake the fog off, I felt a weight on the side of the bed. I opened my eyes to find Wilma sitting there, gently whipping my forehead with a damp cloth.
“Hi Wilma,” I whispered. “What happened?”
“Ronnie heard a banging on the dock door and opened it to find you in PJ’s arms. PJ carried you up the stairs and laid you down. He said everything was going great until you got to the dock. At the top of the dock, PJ said you attacked him. He said you kept
PJ was busy as well. His hand slipped lower on my hips and pulled me closer. We had to slow our pace, as our hips were touching and getting in the way. I put my hand on his hand and encouraged it to slip a little lower, until I had it right where I wanted it. PJ was cupping my butt cheeks, squeezing them and rubbing them. I kept my hand on his and found his index finger. I pressed that long boney finger between my butt cheeks and pulled it up. Randle would do that when we were out, and it was all I could do not to pull him into the women’s room and make love in one of the stalls.
We walked that way until we arrived at the alleyway to the loading dock for the restaurant. I was into this foreplay in a big way. I could feel my temperature rising, and my breathing was becoming labored …
As the alley to the loading dock came into view, I thought about the times that Randle and I would sneak in the back way, to avoid having to explain where we had been and what we had been doing. I stepped in front of PJ to climb the five narrow steps to the dock. PJ was close behind; I could smell the man’s sweat from the heat. On the first step, he cupped my butt with both hands and lifted me up to the second step. He stopped me on the second step. He reached to the bottom of my lightweight summer skirt and pulled it up to my waist. He reached down to my naked butt and lifted me to the next step, each time squeezing my ass. At the top, we walked to the rear door with my skirt still around my waist and his hands on my ass. We stopped at the door; he pulled my back to his chest.
His eager hands now left my ass and traveled up my hips to my side, and to my breasts. He slipped his hands under my blouse. He leaned his head down, and began to gently nibble on my shoulder. The sharp pain was electric. The passion of his lips surged through my body with each bite.
He dropped one hand and worked it slowly down my stomach. I reached my own hand behind me, and searched until I found what I wanted through those thin summer shorts.
I couldn’t stand it any longer, I whirled around to face him and kiss him madly. My hips pressed against his crotch, and I let out a low moan. “Love me Randle! Strip me naked and love me. I want us to make a baby! Suck my tits and fuck my ass. Treat me like one of those whores who come in the Bar. Force me to suck you dry.”
My body responded to my words. I lifted my leg to his leg and rubbed my wet crotch against it.
“Hurry before someone opens the door.”
I felt a long skinny finger in my mouth and I sucked the life out of it. Randle raised his knee between my thighs, so I could doggy-hunch his leg.
“Oh, ohhh … Oh, yes …”
And at that point I lost control.
My body went limp and I blacked out. I have no idea how long I was out. I didn’t feel anything. Later on, Wilma told me that PJ had picked me up, and began banging on the door. He carried me upstairs into the apartment, and down the hall to my bedroom. Wilma said he looked worried.
As I began to shake the fog off, I felt a weight on the side of the bed. I opened my eyes to find Wilma sitting there, gently whipping my forehead with a damp cloth.
“Hi Wilma,” I whispered. “What happened?”
“Ronnie heard a banging on the dock door and opened it to find you in PJ’s arms. PJ carried you up the stairs and laid you down. He said everything was going great until you got to the dock. At the top of the dock, PJ said you attacked him. He said you kept
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