Life’s Little Messes

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She pauses at the door to collect herself.There has to be a better way.She shakes her head to scold herself. She’s been over this a thousand times in her head. She fears this is the only way.She opens the door and lets herself in. She glances around the lobby and notices the customer service desk. Beyond, she sees a gift shop and the entrance to a bar. Several men are sitting at tables in a small atrium that is barely separated from the lobby.She quickly scans each of the men.Too young. Too old. Maybe, but uhg. Maybe, but too stern. I can’t do this.She knows she has to do it, but looking at the men, she doubts she’ll be able to go through with it. She scans the men again. There is no way to know which one she was sent for. Her instructions did not include a description.Almost as if on cue, two kids run in and join one man, a waitress sits with the next, and an older woman joins the third. Only the angry man is alone. She draws a deep breath, and then goes to him. He sees her approach, and he stands to meet her.”Hello, I’m Sar… uh… Stephanie from the agency,” she stammers. His frown deepens.”Which is it, Sarah or Stephanie?” he asks in a raspy grumble.She silently curses at herself as her eyes drop to the floor and she blushes.”Sarah,” she answers.”I see,” he grumbles.He draws in a deep breath and lets it out. She struggles to get her eyes back up to his. She needs to gauge his mood. She can feel herself preparing to flee.”Well,” he grumbles. “Why don’t you have a seat, and we can discuss my needs.”She struggles to keep the shock from showing on her face. A woman has joined the man with the kids. The waitress shamelessly flirts with the other man. Someone will hear. She continues to struggle against the need to run.”Perhaps someplace more private?” she begs. “I was told what you would expect, just tell me when you’d like me to begin.”His frown deepens. She struggles to keep her thoughts from showing on her face.I was told to expect reluctance. I was told I would need to be aggressive. How an I supposed to do what needs to be done if he already hates me?”Look,” he grumbles, “You aren’t at all what I asked for. Thank you for coming. I’ll make sure you get compensation for your time. I’ll call the agency and take care of things to get someone else.”For a moment, she is stunned.She feels herself fill with fear.What the hell? Does he think something is wrong with me? He doesn’t find me attractive?In an instant, her fear becomes anger at herself.What the hell is wrong with me? I want nothing to do with this man, and now I’m mad that he’s rejecting me?In another instant, her anger turns on him.He’s rejecting me? Bullshit! If he wants aggressive, I’ll show him aggressive.”You’ll do no such thing,” she tells him firmly. “This wasn’t a ‘Take It or Leave It’ interview. I am what you get. Now let’s go.”He looks shocked for a moment, and then suddenly his whole demeanor changes as a smile lifts the corners of his mouth. She continues to give him a stern look.”So you’re going to ‘Mary Poppins’ your way into the position?” he laughs. His tone has softened, and she finds that she likes it. “Although,” he adds, “wasn’t she being hired by the housekeeper?”He seems to find humor in his statement, but she doesn’t see it. She continues to wait with a stern look.His smile fades, and he blushes.”Yes, well, why don’t we run over to the condo? Did you bring anything?”She wonders what else she was supposed to have brought, and she shakes her head.He almost shrugs, and then a bit of a smile creeps back onto his face. She takes a deep breath as she realizes that he almost looks handsome when he smiles.”Let me show you my new toy,” he teases.His hand sweeps out to direct her towards the exit. They walk side by side down an open corridor past the pro shop and a snack bar. He opens the door escort izmit for her, and they walk past the tennis courts to a small parking lot full of golf carts.The cart that he leads her to does not look new. It does look more aggressive than most. It has a raised suspension and larger tires with knobby treads. Unlike the carts that only run when you press the pedal, his starts and runs like a car, and it has a clutch and gears.He revs the engine a couple of times, and then lets off the gas. The motor drops to a quiet purr, and he gives her a self-depreciating smile.”I suppose it would be improper to race around and show you how much power she has,” he says. “I suppose I can behave myself.”Men and their toys, she thinks, but she simply nods her head to indicate that he should start driving. He takes a deep breath, and his smile fades. He puts the cart in gear and sedately lets the clutch out.He follows a cart path as it follows the road. There are several buildings of apartment style condos arranged along the golf course, but he drives past those. Several very expensive single family homes are next, but he doesn’t slow down. He finally turns into a small subdivision of quad-plex condos, and he pulls into the carport of a unit that faces away from the golf course. He stops next to a very sporty compact car.She takes a deep breath to prepare herself as he guides her to the door. Once again, she considers running, while she still has a chance. He nearly smiles at her as he waves his wallet near some kind of electronic pad, and she realizes that her mental protest was only a token gesture. She wonders if he will give her a real smile when she’s done. With a quiet buzz and a click, the door swings open.The door lets into a small entryway with laundry utilities and a coat rack. When he pauses to kick off his shoes, she follows suit. When he pauses to make a statement, she attacks.His eyes are wide in surprise as she pushes him up against the wall and smashes her lips against his. She presses her whole body against his and probes his lips with her tongue, but he resists. She pulls back to chastise him.”Stephanie… Sarah… Stop!” he gasps.”I think not,” she croons as she attacks again.Her hands push in under his shirt and she scrapes her nails up his ribs to find his nipples. She loves how hard they are and she lets her nails bite his skin as she pinches them. Her lips don’t press nearly as hard, and as her tongue probes, his lips part. His tongue meets hers and begs for mercy.His body shakes, and he is barely able to speak when she pulls away.”Please,” is the only word he finds.”Yes?” she asks coyly.She doesn’t wait. His shorts are loose enough that her hand easily slides in to grasp his growing cock. She flexes her other hand against his chest and then drags her nails back to his nipple to pinch it. He groans in desperation, but his lips meet hers and then his tongue meets hers to wrestle with their growing desire.Her own desire catches her off guard. She realizes that it is growing as fast as the cock in her hand. She had expected to struggle to get through this, but suddenly she feels how eager she is to take him.In the same thought, she realizes that her lust is fueled by her dominance over him. He is easily several inches taller, yet he seems to cower before her attack. His reluctance and concession combine to fill her with the desire to take more.For a split moment, she considers what her ex-husband would have done to her if she had tried to dominate him like this. She quickly pushes the thought away. This whole misadventure was his fault, and she hates him for everything that he has done to her. She pushes the thought away, but not before she allows it to dictate what she must do to this man next.She breaks the kiss, leaving him gasping as he tries to follow. izmit escort She pins him to the wall with a look, and she is surprised to see reluctant obedience in his eyes. Her eyes hold him as her hands make short work of his belt and button. She pushes his shorts and boxers over his hips, and then she gasps as she beholds the prize she plans on claiming.She is shocked to feel her knees go weak, yet she allows herself to drop to her knees in front of him. He is only slightly bigger than her ex, but he is already rock hard. She always hated when her ex would expect her to take his limp excuse of a manhood into her mouth, and it astounds her how eagerly she desires this hardness.Her eyes sweep up to his, and she gives him a warning. Even though no words are spoken, she sees in his eyes that he understands. She takes his cock for her own pleasure, and he had best not let anything interfere.She has no words for the pleasure she finds. He smells a little salty and faintly of musk, yet her tongue finds an enticing sweetness. He fills her mouth with his hardness, but she is eager to use her tongue to find a way to draw him in deeper. He is so hard and yet soft and smooth in her hand. Her saliva coats him and he easily slides in and out.He makes a motion with his hand that draws her attention. His fingers are spread as he holds his hand out to stop her. His hand shakes and his body trembles, but he doesn’t follow through to push her away. She lets her eyes commend him for his acceptance of her control.”Sarah, I can’t…” he starts to protest, but her eyes harden and his words fade. “Stop,” he begs with the last of his breath, but he knows his protest has come much too late.Suddenly, his cock seems to jump in her mouth, lifting hard and pressing in deeper than ever. A strange feeling surges through her, a feeling she had never felt before. She imagines a large inaudible bell has rung, sending subsonic tones ringing out of his body and pouring into hers. The energy races from his vibrating cock to fill her body. The echoes all gather together and crash into her loins, inflaming her needs. She swipes her tongue down his cock, hoping that it will ring again.His fingers plunge into the hair on the side of head, and he grasps tightly, but there is no chance that he can stop her from taking what she wants. Her fingers tighten her grip on his balls to remind him of her demands.His cock surges again, and the waves of energy fill her again as they race towards her desire. A flood of bitter-sweet heat fills her mouth at the same time, and it takes her an eternity to realize what has happened. Her mind races as she struggles with wanting to be disgusted and yet wanting to take more.She fears that she is lost, and her eyes sweep up to his. The look she sees in his eyes is an apology for failing her. A surge of new desire fills her as she realizes that she has complete control of him. Her eyes reply with a simple command– “Give!” His eyes roll back as he surrenders, and his body surges for her.She swallows his flavors, and then she lets his cock fill her mouth again. Each surge of his cock sends waves of burning desire racing through her body, and she fights to let herself be overcome by them. Each wave pushes her higher, yet, as close as she feels, none of them push her over the edge. She swallows every drop, and then lets his flagging cock fall from her mouth.He still leans against the wall and struggles to catch his breath as she stands up again. She takes hold of his manhood and gives it a gentle squeeze. His eyes race to hers.”Bedroom?” she asks and commands.”Upstairs,” he barely manages to answer. His eyes direct her attention to the stairs.She leads him across the open space of the first floor. She barely notes the space is openly divided into a kitchen, izmit kendi evi olan escort dining room, and living room. She doesn’t let go of his cock as she pulls him along and up the stairs. At the top of the stairs is a short hallway that might lead to a bath and smaller bedrooms. Directly ahead of them is a loft overlooking the first floor. There is a large, unkempt bed in the middle of the space. She pulls him over to it.With her free hand, she pulls the front of his shirt away from his body and then lets go.”Lose it,” she commands.He quickly lifts the shirt over his head, and then throws it at a pile of dirty clothes by the wall.She catches his eyes with her own, and with her eyes only, she demands that he pay attention.She watches his eyes closely as she quickly undresses. She had been told to dress conservatively, so as not to draw attention. Her blouse and shorts may not have been form fitting, but they certainly didn’t hide her shape, or the lack there-of. He has already said that she was not what he asked for, and she worries that he might yet turn her away.She is shocked and pleased by what she sees in his eyes. She stands naked before him, and there is no hiding the couple of extra pounds here, or the slight sagging there, and yet, she sees raw lust in his eyes. The desire that has filled her pushes her even closer to the edge.”My turn,” she commands as she steps past him and sits on the edge of the bed.His eyes understand exactly what she wants, and they race to lust between her legs. He almost eagerly falls to his knees and he quickly lifts her knees to his shoulders. She hisses her need, and he plunges right in.For a moment, she thinks she has made a mistake. Her ex never pleasured her this way, and she wants to make it last. As his tongue pushes inside of her, she knows it will be over in moments. She almost asks him to stop, but then it’s too late, and she explodes.It takes her forever to open her eyes again. In her euphoria, she barely registers the minutes that slip by. After the explosion of ecstasy, her whole body contracts, and she finds it hard to breathe.Her lover seems to know how she feels. He never stops licking, but the intensity eases off for a bit. She tries to sit up as he starts nibbling and teasing again.”Again?” she asks in a shaky voice.He moans and delves deeper.”Say it like you mean it,” he suggests, but he doesn’t wait for the command.His tongue flares inside her, and as it plows a trench up to her clit, he pushes fingers inside of her.She stares at him in astonishment. Her ecstasy had crashed hard, yet his eagerness pushes her right back to the edge again. She runs her fingers through his hair, petting him, as he explores her limits.She trembles with desire. His wicked tongue and commanding fingers have brought her to the edge, but then he changes gears and lets her coast along. She shakes her head in wonder as he savors her flavors and weaves an intricate dance with his tongue on her swollen lips. His eyes slowly open, and they smile as they ask her if she is ready again. Her eyes have no answer for his, and he seems pleased. His eyes drift shut in pleasure as he plunges his tongue deep inside again.She loses count of the number of times that he brings her to the edge and then backs away. Each time, his eyes tease hers with the pleasure he is enjoying, and she loses track of who is pleasing whom.He brings her to the edge again. His eyes tease, and her eyes can only ask for more. She starts to tremble as she realizes that they will always ask for more.His eyes start to close, but he seems to notice a change in the way she trembles. His eyes light up with a wicked grin, and suddenly he viciously attacks her pleasure. Instead of pushing her over the edge, he metaphorically gathers her up and throws her as far as he can with all of his might. She cries out and lets her body explode for him. He moans in ecstasy as she floods his mouth, but he just keeps pushing and pushing until she is afraid she will drown him with her flavors as he drowns her in her own pleasure.

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