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I waited two days, and I knew I wasn’t going to see Michelle again unless I made the first move. I texted her again, and then I called.
It rang five times before there was an answer.
I imagined her staring at the screen, weighing whether or not to answer.
I know no one wants to hear “Just trust me” when they have good reason to suspect infidelity.
“Hello?” Michelle answered. She sounded bored already.
“Hey,” I said.
There was a pause. “Hey,” she echoed.
“Hello.”
Michelle laughed a little and my heart did a shimmy. “What are you doing?” she asked.
“Wondering when I’m going to see you again. I know if I don’t schedule your ass, I never will.”
“Mm,” Michelle murmured behind closed lips, and my dick thickened at the mere sound. The vibration of an “mm” against her lips was enough to get me ready. I couldn’t even see her. “I don’t know, Ace.”
I furrowed my brow as I realized that I couldn’t remember the last time she called me Ace, if she ever had, even though only my mother still calls me Andrew.
“Hey,” I said, voice almost soft with offense. “You never call me Ace.”
“Because it’s not your name,” she answered simply. “Somewhere, deep down inside you, there’s a little boy who knows that his name is Andrew.” I smiled at the thought of her calling my inner-child whenever she said my name, reaching down into a place inside me that even I have forgotten. “Anyway,” she added, “Ace is a douchebag name.”
My brow dented. “You’ve got a mouth on you, don’t you?” I told her.
“What, I can’t play?” she wondered, and another rush of blood unfurled my cock.
I swallowed. “What are you doing right now?” I wondered thickly.
“Getting out of the bath tub,” she answered in a sultry, husky voice. I reached down and squeezed my prick through the denim of my jeans, biting down on my lower lip and relishing the sensation. Fuck, I was either going to see her right now or I was going to jack off thinking about her right now.
“Are you still naked?” My hand grinded over my cock in anticipation, conjuring images of Michelle laced in bubbles, Michelle’s wet palms slipping over her slippery tits, Michelle’s mouth hanging open in ecstasy, dark tendrils clinging to her neck and the side of her face.
“I can’t right now, Andrew,” Michelle giggled, receding from our erotic conversation. My dick throbbed plaintively as it watched her go. “I have an appointment downtown, but I’ll be back in a few hours if you want to come by then?”
“Fuck yeah,” I growled. My mind was still in that bathtub with her.
Michelle laughed again and my heart soared. “You’re an animal,” she purred.
“Leave the door unlocked for me, will you?” I asked, biting down on my lower lip at the fantasy of stretching out naked with some whipped cream sprayed on my shaft. I didn’t even think about her home security issues.
“Oh, I don’t bother locking the door anymore,” Michelle mentioned, blasé. “Whoever keeps breaking into the house has had a key made.”
“What?”
“Oh, yeah. Every time I come home with one of those alerts, the front door is just unlocked. They have a key; they just don’t have the code to shut down the system.”
“God, that’s shit,” I scoffed. “You need to get out of that house.”
“I’ll see you tonight,” she departed musically, the line going dead.
With my manhood still pounding for her, I decided to take a bath, too.
Fifteen minutes later, I sank nude into hot, sudsy water and the throbbing intensified as my blood vessels dilated. My prick peered up at me, as thick as a two by four, from its halo of bubbles. I ran the fragrant water over my skin and sighed—as a well-endowed mechanic in a bubble bath.
God, I was going to come so hard. It was a shame that my cum wouldn’t be able to find its way into Michelle’s pussy from here.
I closed my eyes and settled along the slope of the tub, stroking gently, smoothly, up and down my own shaft. I pictured her round ass in front of me, slippery and soapy, her pink little pussy tucked neatly between those thick thighs. I would ease her backward onto my cock and slip into her so easily, so readily. She was always so wet for me. She would shudder around me and grip the ledges of the tub as I thrusted. I would grip her hips and jerk her back and forth, relishing how she slithered over my shaft, whimpering and gyrating....
A dollop of lotion swept my hand rapidly over the broad head of my cock and my thighs tensed. I hissed in a breath and my hand tingled with the desire to smack Michelle’s ass hard right now. I wasn’t going to last long. She would press and twist and milk my cock for all its honey, telling me yes, her dark hair getting wet, her glasses off, tits bouncing, yes, yes....
It was the mental image of bouncing, soap-slippery tits that made my cock spurt ribbons of white into the bath water and I exhaled with vigor and relish, feeling like a new man.
Maybe I should do that every time I’m going to see her, just to keep my head on straight.