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Monica sat on her couch looking out the window as it rained outside. She couldn’t seem to concentrate on the work she brought home from her law office. She needed to concentrate on the legal brief in her hand if she ever planned on becoming the youngest junior female partner at her firm. She went back to the couch but the melodic sound of the rain against the roof continued to drive Monica to distraction, she couldn’t help but think of Charles. Charles was her man; they’d been dating for little more than a year. He was a successful commercial real estate developer with a growing business, he devoted many hours to it, sometimes too many hours Monica thought as she walked to the kitchen to get a snack. But still, the brother was all hers and fine. She smiled to herself; he was a 6ft. 4-inch Tootsie roll lollipop that she just loved to lick. Charles was the color of deep chocolate, the kind that melted in your mouth and not on your hands. He had broad shoulders with a chiseled chest and enjoyed making Monica laugh by making his pecks dance. His hands were strong but touched Monica in the most gentle of ways, his smile lit up any room he was in and he had a pair of bedroom eyes set in a strong structured face to finish the picture. Just thinking of him made Monica think of their last encounter. It was a day not much different than today, the rain was falling slowly, turning a lazy morning into a lazy afternoon, they were both still in bed reading their different papers, Monica turned her face towards Charles studying his profile as he read his paper. She decided he needed a distraction, she slowly slipped beneath the covers reaching his manhood, and gently took him into her mouth, she heard him protest for a tenth of a second and then when he felt the warmth of her mouth, he let out a slow sigh as his body relaxed and he began to enjoy the ride. Monica held him in her mouth as she licked him like a popsicle melting on a hot summer day. She then plunged completely down taking all of him in her mouth; he moaned loudly, as his hips moved. Monica knew she had him then, she quickened her movements applying soft pressure and just as his toes began to curl Monica rose quickly sliding herself onto him as he grabbed her hips slamming fully into her, filling her completely as she rode him furiously bucking, and grinding her hips against him. His hands were on her breast massaging them, tweaking her nipples sending electrical shivers through her body causing her to moan loudly. He grabbed her and pulled her down whispering all the things he would do to her, pulling her down harder on him with each stroke he made her his, she responded to him and pumped harder, until they reached their breaking point and could no longer withhold from each other what they were seeking. Climaxing together they held tightly to each other as though their last breath could only come from the other, their breath labored and shallow, the essence of their love shining on their bodies as the funk of their afternoon tryst wafted in the air. Monica slowly released Charles as she slid next to him still breathing hard, feeling her man’s hands around her waist marinating in the moment. The sound of the microwave going off roused Monica from her thoughts, Damn just thinking of what that man could do made her wet between her legs. She pulled her legs together hoping they wouldn’t tell on her as she walked back into the living room with her food. She sat on the couch and curled her long curvaceous legs under her plump round butt. Monica wasn’t a bad catch either when she thought about it. She had a burnt cinnamon complexion that glowed in the sunlight, she was 5ft 9 inches tall, and had long thick legs that most men could only dream about having wrapped around them. Monica didn’t think her legs were her best asset, she loved her breast, they were round firm balls of sunshine that stood on their own to greet her lover’s hands, they were the most sensitive part of her body and when stroked the right way, would bring her pleasure. She had a long regal neck that led to a heart shaped face with high cheekbones and large brown sepia eyes…. no, she wasn’t a bad catch at all she and Charles were perfect for each other same likes, passions, interests, and the lovemaking was off the hinges. Then why was she sitting here alone on the couch getting moist with no Charles in sight? Why was she so distracted? She knew the answer; his name was Tim—Timothy Wilcox.
To Be Continued……..
