Sandy

 

Jonathan held the door open for me; helped me over the barrier and then jumped over himself. Usually you would need a membership card. But as he owned it, we walked straight through the main gym that had weight benches, tonnes of dumbbells, machines for back and legs where you add weights, and then his office popped up through a door and a couple of steps.

 

A glass door was what I walked through and saw a recliner seat pushed into a desk with a small plant and a pot of blue biros. There was a weighing scale for him to stand on, and a boxer glove that scored points for the hardest blow! My lady garden was tingling before I could even decide why he was standing there gawping at me.

 

I was turned on when he came closer and gave me a slight kiss. It made me tense more. I wanted to fight the next kiss, and the next, and so did he. I could feel Jonathan was fighting something within himself as we started to lip-suck for longer periods until our hands moved, caressed, and massaged each other’s bodies.

 

When it started to heat up, we found ourselves sprawled out all over his desk: knocking over his pens and crashing the small potted plant onto the floor as the dirt sprayed out. Somebody would have to hoover that in the morning.

 

Jonathan got on top of me … then I got on top of him, but barely moved myself when he started to slide his hand underneath my v-neck and snapped at my bra strap: not taking it off. It did work with loosening me into a calmer connection.

 

I was quite stiff, and Jonathan moved at my pace to give me some oiling in all the right places. We tumbled and ended up bashing against the sides of the desks: jarring it until us the desk went for the walkies.

 

Soon enough, I ended up on his lap: riding the lump-of-wood underneath his black jogger trousers. He unbuttoned my cotton top slowly, as I leaned down; gripped both sides of his face and tongue-tussled him until we were numb, and his head started to fall off its neck-hinges. I started to care less about the fact that the gym experiencing it’s opening hours below. Caution was thrown to the wind!

 

I shoved Jonathan back in our inessential lust of fury that was taking me and him by the lungs, and the recliner seat banged against the glass with gym members and staff who were below us. They couldn’t see from down there, but I and Nathan got off on the glass that bang-bang-bang-banged - and our clothes that appeared on the floor each time.

At one point, I got off Jonathan’s lap, and he spun me around and struggled to pull down my skirt with his teeth. “Gawddisishard.”

“I can’t hear you. And can you tug down on that a little more gently.” I was trying to help Jonathan out by unbuttoning my skirt slowly, that at the time, was easier to take off from the front.

 

“Icwanadoit.” I’d reached the final button; and slid it down both legs – taking Jonathan down with me; ow!” His central incisors had got stuck on the label. I got to his level and watched him attend to his teeth. “That frigging hurt” –

“Kiss me!” I jumped his bones, and after two more minutes of getting his trousers and boxers off … I got to work with my mouth - and he gave me a hand with how deep. I cupped his piece inside my fist and sucked with all the energy that a six-hour shift still hadn’t taken from me. Each enjoyment heard was more ignition.

“Right … right … right there. Oh, fu … fuc…. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah!” Jonathan said that three times and then yanked me by my sandy blonde ponytail to come closer for a kiss. Then we wrestled nakedly and rolled over like a see-saw until he landed on top – and I had to get his piece inside me as he caressed my neck with his tongue and it sent tingles down my spine until I fought paralysis.

I laid frozen while he gave me no time to get use to his maniac thrust … when I caught up, the ripples traversed through me and I felt pleasurable chills that came from the weight of his pounding as we banged against the floor over-and-over again.

At times, I closed my eyes and felt the surge of Jonathan who twisted my body so that my thighs were pressed together, and another position took place.

He gripped the side of my thigh, and when that stopped his movement, he raised one of my legs against his bare chest and wormed himself back- in until he could hear my mutual-agreement of; “ooooooh-ooooooh-oooooh.” And then it got even faster; oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh … and then he slowed it down: oh … oh … oh … oh … oh.

His hand massaged my boob carelessly, but I didn’t want him to stop propelling the waves that he had created. But he did, suddenly, and got me up; lifted me by the waist; pressed me against the glass; spread my legs apart; and continued to bury for the vulva-wall that entrapped him inside me.

The volume amplified with my heart beat that escalated when I saw his whole frame bouncing at the same time as me. My back slide against the glass continuously, and his hands dug into my lower waist. My eyes lowered as I saw his wood slap-me-back until my head started to hurt. I slipped … he levelled me back up and looked me dead in the eye. “What’s your answer then?”

“Make me sing?”

“I thought … I … was!?” Smack-smack-smack-smack and no rest. Our bodies turned a mutual cheery blossom red. Jonathan wiped his brow then pecked me on the lips. But something, not sure what, had died in the moment. And he felt it to. “What’s wrong?”

“Don’t worry.” But Jonathan’s ego had been bruised. And my patience had exceeded its daily limit. “Or maybe we should get ready?”

“I still have ten-minutes more in me.”

“Hmm.” I bobbled with no lustre on his Jimmy that was still a firm pole.  “You sure are.”

“Fine.” He exited; dropped me down; and went to collect his clothes.

After five minutes of our clothes being collected around the office and placed back-on, Jonathan sat on one end of his desk, and me on the other. “And … we’re good.”

“Yeah, Jonathan.” I adjusted my skirt and looked at the reflection in the window to fix my hair that he had wrecked. “Real good. Unless you have complaints?”

“No. none.” He rocked back on the recliner. The bottle of wine remained unopened as he glared at me. “I should drop you home”

“Getting rid of me already?” The text could wait.

“It’s obvious you don’t want to be here?”

“Is this apart of your tactic, Jonathan? Because I’m back on google, and one of your exes claims that she had to ignore your countless times after hearing those overused lines. Just ask me if I’m after your money? That way we can have another sexual episode because I think then, that this could work.

“It would go against my policy.”

“You have a policy? I have to hear this?”

“No single mother’s.”

I nearly fell of my seat, “pass me the wine please. You might’ve have said that before we procreated in your office.”

“I used protection” -

“You did?” A brief pause and rewind took place. “I need to pour this wine successfully into this glass … so be very certain … did you use protection?”

Jonathan showed me an empty magnum wrapper. “I would never have done it without.”

“My daughter isn’t looking for a brother or sister just yet.”

“Thank God. Because I’m the wrong man to provide that” -

“It was a joke”

“Sure. But I’m just letting you know.”

“Ok.” He made me sip my wine clumsily. I had to avoid getting any more on my white cotton jumper. “Now I understood when my friend Steven talked about when a guy gets a thing called a downer on aisle one. I might not be male, but Jonathan made me feel no better about asking for a ride home with the bottle of wine in my grip. “Can you drop me then? Since the moods dropped below conversational.”

That bottle was staying put. And it sat on my lap until I reached my front door. And was the one thing I took from Jonathan’s that Claire got to share that evening. “Is Maria in bed?”

“Tucked her in a few hours ago.” Claire went to double check out the window.

“What are you checking?”

“Jonathan is still out there in that shiny red mazda.” I came to have a nosey without him noticing us two stalkers. Which is what it felt like, but in our defence, he was just chilling and parked with no movement whatsoever. “Why not invite him in?”

“I don’t think so. Not after how he treated me?” Claire closed the curtain and dragged me to sit on the sofa. There was really no need for the dramatics, but I played along and tried to keep her column of gossip 101 alive.

“Tell me everything! Did you sleep with that billionaire?”

“Is it that interesting for you?”

“He’s a young guy who happens to be very successful. It’s a good move to make.”

“Claire, he’s a human being”

“That privilege left when he got himself rich.  And he’s a playboy. They all our. You know how they like to have fun. And live fast. And because this one is in fitness it means he’s probably quite efficient in the ooo-la-la department.” She raised an eyebrow for me to confirm the ooo-la-la. But I keep a placid face, and her eyebrows stay raised to my annoyance. “They won’t drop until you tell me what happened?”

“We messed up his office.”

“Oh, you are soooooooo naughty! I knew it wouldn’t take you long to slither out of those clothes.”

“Thanks for your faith in my resistance to rich men.”

Claire scoffs, “so, he was hard to resist?”

“If he’s still out there then my guess about him is right?” Claire gets up and adjusts the blinds, so she can see through the gaps.”

“Mommy,” we both turned to the stairwell where Marie was gripped onto the middle in her care bear pyjama set: with lazy beer asleep like she should be. She slowly came down the steps like a new learner and I picked her up into my arms and gave her small swing around the foyer before forgetting that she had school in the morning and was a hard one to get to sleep.

“Sandy …” I brought Marie into the kitchen like I was carrying a sack of potatoes and blew raspberries on her cheeks. “Sandy …” then I sat her down on the stool and tickled her tiny toes as she kicked and laughed. “Sandy …” If Claire called me one more time - “he’s coming to knock on the door! Should I open it?”

The doorbell rang: ding-dong. “Door mommy.”

“Well, he’s not hanging around”

“Why?”

“He’s off again and heading back into his mazda.” Claire gave me a bemused look. “He’s almost as”

“Do not compare steel to metal. Can you feed this little one here while I deal with him out there?”

“Deal with him?” Claire looked at me as though I was the mafia.

“Yes. I’m going to call the Godfather and make him get rid of the guy infront of my house.”

 

“I think Jonathan can buy him off.” I grabbed my jacket as it wasn’t the warmest and headed straight for his mazda that was about to drive off. I gave Claire a glance to close the front door because Marie came to check who it was, and Jonathan caught sight. When I got to his car he was winding down the window but watched my daughter disappear behind the front door.

 

“Is that your child?”

“Yes.”

“She’s a beautiful kid”

“Thank you. But what are you doing parked out here?”

“I was leaving.”
 

“Then do so, before I get happy-snappers locating where you are.” I left his window without saying goodbye.

“You not curious as to why I’m hanging around?”

 

I turned back towards him, because of course, curiosity is my middle name. “I am. But it can’t be to take me and my daughter for a ride?”

“Only you”

“Buh-bye Jonathan.” No more conversing with him.

“I’m going to come and get you tomorrow evening”

 

“No”

 

“I’ll be here by nine.”

 

“I said …” I took one look at that face of his and my body gave in. “Show me a night to remember then playboy.”

 

…

I was ready to take off my red dress with some padding in the bra and six-inch heels. Can’t let Mr. Playboy see me full dressed.

Claire offered to babysit for me, and I asked her. “Why are you giving me every opportunity to see a man who doesn’t want anything to do with kids?”

“Because I’ve never seen you get ready so quickly before? And you look very sexy tonight. He’s going to be a very happy man.”

“A complicated man. What can make somebody like that happy?” Then

“A good woman” -

“Not me. He has his past. And I have mine”

“Why are you saying that with such a cheery face? Most people have to be depleted and upset.”

“I’m trying a new tactic: smiling even when I’m close to grey hairs.”

“Tonight, is your chance to get to know him a little better.”

Me and Jonathan ended up soaring in his mazda on the main roads and through green lights with stories to tell. “All I want, is a woman of the night.” I sniggered and patted my palm against the body of his painfully shiny mazda as he drove. I didn’t want to fingerprint the work.

“You can have anything you want. It’s just a pity you don’t want kids” –

“I don’t know. Women use their kids against me and I don’t think it’s right!” He yelled. “Not saying you”

“It’s only the second date. I can’t make no promises.”

He grinned, then placed on the radio and the Beatles blasted back at us. “So, it’s a date?” He seemed to accelerate the speed and I fastened my seat belt. “It scares me that we are connecting so soon since my ex … I knew you were a fast mover deep down.”

“And I know you’re more than just the google results I find often cropping up. I think you play up to an image?”

“Nah. I got lucky. And met you when I needed a refreshing experience.”

I took offence, “I’m not an experience. Keep learning about me playboy. Your money is only half of what interests me about you.”

“Then let me spend a little on you. I say we should rent a limo? I got more than seven bottles of champagne in the back.”

“Oh my God. Are we going to drink all that?”

“Nope. We are going to go swimming with them.” He smiled. I returned a flirty wink and a flash of my bare shoulder underneath the cardigan. And I forgot that still, this wealthy fitness instructor was not keen on potentially getting to know my daughter. But since my ex-husband … I just needed to breathe. And that’s what drove me deeper into mine and Jonathan’s attraction.

And then we arrived, after hitting miles-per-Jonathan and ending up renting a limo and parking it near to where he had a boat that he was renting on weekends. “Me and you are going to get on my super yacht this Saturday. Part-time rental.”

“It’s mine and Marie day.”

We got into the limo before he says, “bring her.” He hadn’t realized Marie was the name of my daughter. And I didn’t care to tell him.

“And my friend Steven”

“Bring your whole workplace. I want to have a good time. Get over the past!” He screamed out; “come on get in! This champagne won’t open itself.”

 After the teasing and rubbing against each other, I started undoing his shirt in the back seat as Jonathan arose to open the sunroof before I dragged him down and reeled him in for a sloppy kiss that I never knew I had within me. I was letting go. And it felt awesome!

The kiss was so sloppy that we laughed and released the champagne cork that hit the car - roof and spilt all over the well-padded leather-black seats. Jonathan laughed hysterically as the fizz slipped all over as I held the bottle upwards and poured it down our closed gullets. We were wasting champagne bottle worth more than a five-thousand-car. And we weren’t even consuming any alcohol.

Jonathan clumsily fumbled to open my shirt buttons that seemed unwilling to budge – so I slapped his hand away playfully and passed another champagne bottle. He poured it down his throat like a waterfall and then doused some all over mine and his head - before he dispensed it all onto the street with the words, “this is how you have a good time!”

“Pour some … no wait!” I was in stiches at how close we were becoming drenched in such a short time. I shed tears of joy, and Jonathan pulled me into an embrace - but let go saying, “you’re not Taylor reincarnated, are you?”

“Who’s that? But I didn’t give him time to answer, and pulled Jonathan in again, “Are we going to have sex?” I kissed him until we both tasted the others breathe. Then came the scrambled fingers to take off his shirt in haste! And we kissed enthusiastically until the buttons gave way.

I reached the last button but struggled to get Jonathan’s arms out of the shirt. He tried to help me the best way he could, but only ended up tangling himself until I had to climb over to pull-it from various areas from the back. After a couple of tugs, Jonathan pushed himself forward so that my efforts weren’t exhausted.

“One more tug!” I chuckled and gave the shirt one more pull and it came off, with Jonathan now shirtless and bearing his torso. Lap sitting time commenced, with my aroused eagerness being carried onto the middle seat by Jon so I could playfully ride his crotch with his trousers on whilst I eased myself on top.

We made – out a little better than before with our tongues hungrily circulating inside of the others with slip-outs that landed on the cheeks.

As me and Jonathan went deeper down each other’s throats, he gently brought down the straps of my red dress and came to find a Victoria Secrets bra: with padding that sparkled in his eyes. It got me excitable, so I scrambled Jonathan’s hair until it became completely dishevelled. Then lowered both hands to unbutton his belt buckle - while Jonathan pulled my shirt down until he could see my bare chest and arms.

Jonathan then went for the bra - strap at the back while I messily leaned into him seeking a cuddle. His fingers managed to undo the first one as my left arm cupped his neck and I began to gyrate on his lap, while still being close to his chest. He unbuckled the next, and off came his belt that I got rid of and tossed to the side. “We won’t be needing that anymore.”

“You better get rid of this bra to.”Jonathan slung the bra to the side and took one of his hands to support the clumsy squeeze of my breast - muscle whilst he sucked on the left nipple pleasingly. He did it in the same way a calf suckles on an udder: licking and sucking while I unbuttoned his trousers and slipped my hands down with a gently rub back-and-forth on his manhood that started to evolve from all the excitement.

I could feel Jonathan’s tension as he groaned, so I flung my head back like a rodeo queen that jerked on his pogo – stick. He paid me back by moving from nipple to nipple with his tongue hanging out and having to catch me at the opportune moment because I was having too much fun.

Then when the rodeo ride stopped, I bent forward as if to kneel in prayer in-between his legs and Jonathan knew that it was time to shift himself against the side of the door, so I could begin liposuction on his piece. I removed it all quickly: his ted baker trousers and then his Calvin boxers that fetch a pretty penny.

Jonathan steadied himself as I pretended to drunkenly lift the champagne bottle and sucked the neck teasingly with a sensual delight that stirred his crotch into a sonar radar. He reached for my breast when I leaned in at a proximity exaggerating the moans as the bottle went deep into my throat.

The thirst in him was surreal. To the point where he couldn’t take it anymore, so grabbed the bottle and flung it behind; handled both sides of my face and lowered it so I could swallow him whole. I wanted Jonathan to dictate the tempo of my personal vacuum - suction as his grip handled the head- bobbing-up-and-down like’s he’s slammed me against a desk

I sucked … Jonathan moaned … then came the eye-roll to the top of his head as I glimpsed and measured his pleasure factor: which displayed the sockets bursting widely with the whispered groans of; “hell – yeah, fuck - yeah!” That came repetitively in waves that left Jonathan close to breathlessness.

He held my head just above the tip of his penis and glared seductively into my eyes while I worked on taking my skirt and Victoria secret undies off. Jonathan eyes this and started to rub his long – john with the same words; “hell – yeah, fuck – yeah” – then I lowered my neck and wound the window to create room to climb on top of him.

Jonathan used his index finger to stimulate my clitoris as I got on top. I closed my eyes as the stimulation gradually started to build into small and sudden moans that could only be heard when Jonathan strained his ears.

It aroused him, as Jonathan’s middle finger found it’s way into my vaginal opening and rubbed me there until my moans increased with volume. I got wetter and slid down his stripper pole: fixing myself into place whilst I gripped his broad shoulders and proceeded to look him in the eye as I ascended, and then came back to his lap.

The car started to squeak like an annoying mouse as I rode the pole with dynamism to really flatten him onto the seat. We hollered with pleasure, and Jonathan hung onto the back of my neck as my head stuck out the car - window with my eyes closed.

Jonathan came to the point of reaching his peak, as I felt the erupted tingle that caused his palm to press harder around my neck as we groaned in unison. The volume and tension elevated with the feeling of his hands that shook and lost control. But the moment diminished when I looked him in the eye and lost my breathe within our sweatiness and nudity.

I climbed off, and Jonathan didn’t say a word as I brought my head back inside the limo. “I think,” he was breathless and flustered, “I should take you home as it’s almost 4 am?”

“Sorry to stop. Just … my daughter must be taken to school in the morning. You can come and get me another night, if you like?” I hoped he would agree.

“I think you read my mind.” We both got ready and analysed the mess we made before getting out and making out way to the mazda. Jonathan stopped, and I really wanted to go home.

He stared at his yacht: white and navy-blue paintwork all over, 2 large cabins for guest, with an upper deck that could hold a small group of people, and an area where you could sunbathe at the front with two American flags on the side. This is what we were glued to at four in the morning.

“Nice boat.”

“Thanks. Not mine. Just renting. You hungry?”

“A little peckish. But, we should go?”

“Can I pick you up Friday?”

“You’ll be seeing me Saturday.”

“I know. I just … don’t think I can wait that long.”

When Jonathan dropped me home, I was already half – way out the door wiping the evidence from the rims of my mouth because I looked like somebody who had something to hide. The neighbours would no doubt think I was up to no good. One curtain drew back to have a nosey. And that made me smile, because that neighbour said since my ex-husband I was never having fun anymore.  

Jonathan came out the car, and I kissed him on the cheek with a little touch-up of my chest area, so he could have a gawp. He drew me in and gave my ass a spank when I playfully ran away from him. But I avoided looking into his eyes, and Jonathan tried to get that pleasure from me: again, and again with a tight squeeze, but I just had to leave him wanting more before my cheeky grin and pounding heart had to disguise one vital thing: I had fallen to soon.