Liz took the time issue more seriously. She looked at his electronic time sheet. It showed long periods coded as down time. He had had elective surgery between Christmas and New Year's, when things are slow for their company, but other than that, he hadn't missed a day of work since he was hired a year and a half ago, and his quality scores were top-notch. On a hunch, she looked at the time sheets from other people in his department, and she found that they had down time on the same days. She couldn't just dismiss this out of hand; every incident had to be investigated.
Working in Human Resources had given Liz a thick skin. A natural requirement in following up on complaints of racial harassment was reading racial slurs, and a requirement of sexual harassment was reading coarse sexual slang. At times she'd had to consult the Urban Dictionary. She read Gary's story as far as he'd taken it. The story was narrated by a waitress at an upscale restaurant. The descriptions were vivid and beautiful. Liz felt like she was there. The story wasn't complete, but it seemed like it was drawing to a close. She had an idea that she realized wasn't technically necessary. She went to the "note pad" on her cell phone and copied a distinctive sentence verbatim from the story. She made her official notes and read the other reports, prioritizing them when she was done. Gary's write-up could wait a day.
When she got home, she searched the internet for the sentence she'd copied. It led her directly to a website where people self-published their erotic fiction. It required a membership. Damn it, she wanted to find out how the story ended, and despite the circumstances in which she read it, she wouldn't get reimbursed, and she couldn't even deduct the membership at tax time. She had an idea that might possibly justify the expense. She hadn't seen Gary's work e-mail address, but she knew the format, so she tried to log into his account using it. She heaved a sigh of relief when it wasn't in their system. She bit the bullet and purchased a one-month membership. Once she had it, she read the rest of the story. She also looked at the photo in his profile. It wasn't the same picture on his security badge, but it definitely was the same person.
Liz lived alone except for her cat, and she'd recently broken up with her boyfriend. After watching some shows she'd recorded, she let the cat out and in, and she went to bed. The scenes in Gary's story were so sensual that she found herself masturbating as she relived them.
The next day, she went through the urgent files that were new and the less urgent ones from the day before, including Gary's. She didn't have access to his tax or medical information, but she had other vital information. He was 52, and his address put him in a part of town that was mostly apartments. His badge picture showed him with a receding hairline and glasses. She checked and found out that the shipping department was done with their training, so she scheduled his appointment for 2:30 that afternoon.
For a guy who worked in shipping, Gary dressed well. He had a tie and a new-looking jacket. His face was so clean, she thought he must have shaved at lunch time. He also didn't have glasses. She told him what Elaine had seen but didn't identify her. "I think I know what's going on, but I'd like you to tell me," she said.
"We were experiencing a lot of down time between orders," Gary explained. His voice was smooth and confident. "Rather than list five minutes of work here and five there, Julie told us to put all the productive time at the beginning of the day, breaks when we took them and then fill in the down time. I only wrote when we didn't have orders to process."
"You used our notepads," she reminded him.
"That's because the policy on computer use is a lot clearer and stricter than paper," Gary pointed out. "I took my notes home with me and typed them up. I didn't want to embarrass myself or make anyone else uneasy by having it pop up on a computer. I didn't think anyone would come through our area, let alone look at what was on people's desks."
"That's pretty much what I thought," Liz said. "I'm just going to report that we've discussed the matter. On the record, you should not leave anything like this where people can see it, and you shouldn't use the company's supplies to do it. Off the record, of course, we don't consider the supplies to be worth the trouble of tracking. If you agree to this and behave yourself, I'll even expunge the record after six months."
"Sounds good," Gary said. Liz handed him a little capture device like they use for credit card signatures, and he signed it. "Is there anything else?" he asked.
"Don't behave too much," she said.
"What do you mean?"
"I liked the story. Einstein worked in the patent office before he made his discoveries. Keep writing. The world needs good stories more than it needs good shipping labels."
***
That night Gary was in the mood to read a story about a group encounter, so he logged onto the website. A reader named HarleyGirl had added him as a favorite author and bookmarked almost a dozen of his stories. She also sent him a message. "You set a lot of your stories in Baltimore. Do you live there? How long have you been writing?"
He replied that he did, and he'd been writing fiction since he was a teenager, but he didn't start writing erotica till he got internet service in his late twenties. Now that he had a fan, he felt confident and updated his profile picture.
Two days later, he read HarleyGirl's reply. "I live there too. I like your picture. Would you like a picture of me?"
This was more than he could have hoped for. He typed, "Yes, please!" and hit "Send" in the blink of an eye.
That was on Wednesday. On Thursday, he was rewarded with a picture of a curvy black woman, nude except for a Hillary Clinton mask. She had an ample bust, and her hips looked like they were the perfect girth for him to wrap his arms around. "I won't tell you my measurements or how old I am, but my bust measurement's only one off my age." Gary guessed that she was between 35 and 38.
At last, they were online at the same time, so they could use the instant message feature. "Don't I get to see your face?" he replied. "You've seen mine, and I'd love to bury it between your thighs."
"You're greedy," she said. "I've shown you this, and you still want to see my face? Not till I see your dick."
"This may take a while," Gary answered. "I don't have a camera on my computer."
"I can wait," HarleyGirl assured him.
Gary imagined caressing those large brown nipples while his nose and lips nuzzled the lips that lay between her bush. It didn't look thick, but it covered her completely, the way he liked. After a few minutes, he was hard enough to take a picture on his cell phone that would make any man proud. He sent it directly in an e-mail. "Now can I see your face?" he asked.
A few minutes later, she answered, "In person."
"Oh, come on!"
"Look at it this way. Once you see my face in person, you'll get to see everything else in person too."
"I can't say no to that!" he answered. "When and where?"
"Is Saturday night good for you?"
"Yeah," he said, as if there were any time that he wouldn't agree to for this.
"Lemme make some arrangements, and I'll get back to you later tonight."
Gary perused the interracial stories, looking specifically for stories with a white guy and a black woman. He spent an hour imagining his white dick slipping inside HarleyGirl's deep brown vulva, her black fingers scratching his white back and the one thing that's universal, his milky white seed exploding deep inside her pink flesh. He got sidetracked and read a story about a threesome with a Korean flight attendant. He had just gotten to the part where she went down on the black woman when a message from HarleyGirl came up. "Room 661 at the Sheraton on Francis Scott Key Avenue, six o'clock," she said.
He checked the time on the computer. It was 3:30. "I'll be there," he promised.
***
At six o'clock, he knocked on the door of room 661. When the door opened, he was greeted by a woman wearing a sheath dress and a Batgirl mask. "Again?" he asked.
Batgirl closed the door. "I couldn't let us be seen together," she explained.
"Why? We've never met until today."
"Take the mask off," she said.
Gary did. "Okay, we've met recently, but I don't remember where."
Batgirl's cowl became a scowl. "I go by Liz, but I introduced myself as Elizabeth. I'm in Human Resources. I gave you the slap on the wrist for writing your story at work."
"Oh, it's you!" he exclaimed.
"Don't get any ideas about showing you favoritism," she said. "I gave you what I think is a fair treatment. It has nothing to do with you being here. Now, show me that you're like your characters."
"Well, we can start by going to the restaurant downstairs," Gary said.
"Can't. I told you, if we're seen together, it could cause problems."
"Then order room service. I'll pay."
Liz found the room service menu. They ordered a large fruit platter, a bottle of champagne, which Gary made sure was chilled to 36 degrees, and filet mignon. At the end of the order, Liz took the phone from Gary. "Put it on the room tab. I'll pay for it when we check out." When she hung up, she told him, "The company gets a discount here, and since I'm management, I get the discount too. But you get credit for being willing to pay for it."
"I knew about the discount, but I didn't know you were taking advantage of it," Gary told her. Once the food came, they ate their steaks. Gary picked a grape and fed it to Liz. She responded by feeding him a slice of cantaloupe. When he fed her an apricot, she slid the straps of her dress over her shoulders and pulled her arms out. In return, she fed him a slice of pineapple, and he took his shirt off. He stood behind her and fed her another grape. While she chewed it, he unhooked her bra. She removed it before giving him a strawberry. It was so big that it took him two bites. He unbuckled his pants while he bit into it. While he ate the remainder, she stood up and let her dress fall to the ground. They still had a third of the plate left when they were naked.
Gary pointed the wine bottle toward the kitchen area and popped the cork. Liz held up each flute for him to fill. They entwined their arms to take a drink. When they'd each finished their glass, Gary wrapped his arms around Liz and kissed her on the neck. She reached down and rubbed his cock. He ran his hands up and down her sides, briefly caressing her buttocks. Liz held the champagne bottle in the air over Gary's head. He tilted back, and she poured directly into his mouth. Gary took an orange slice and squeezed the juice directly into hers. Liz took the melted butter and rubbed Gary's dick. He took a strawberry and grazed her pussy lips with it.
Gary led Liz to the bed. She brought a banana with her. She acted like she was going to put it in her mouth, but she hadn't peeled it. Instead, she rubbed his dick with it. She felt it get harder. "Is that as close as you've gotten to being with a guy?" she asked.
"No," he answered. "The most intimate contact I've had was with a guy who wanted me to make love to his wife."
"He didn't lick the head first?"
"No. My read on it is that there was some sort of either sadism or masochism going on. If he'd licked me, it would have come too close to actually giving him pleasure."
"What if he had? Ever thought about it?"
"Of course. I couldn't write gay stories if I hadn't imagined things beyond my own experience. I wouldn't have stopped him, but I wouldn't have reciprocated either. But enough about him. I want to concentrate on you."
Liz put the banana on the table by the bed. She moved to her side. Gary did the same, and she kissed him on the lips. She ran her hand down his side. "What's in the bag?" she asked.
"Funny you should ask," Gary said. He got up and pulled a pair of fur gloves out. Liz had lain back, but otherwise she was where he had left her. She moved back onto her left side. Gary joined her, but this time he was behind her. Liz couldn't tell whether he'd lost his erection or he was just lying too far back for her to feel it. She only had a moment to wonder whether he was deliberately teasing her, and then she felt the glove on her calf.
Gary moved his hand slowly up the side of her leg until he got to her knee, and he crossed over to her thigh. As he moved higher, he moved his hand back, not touching anything but an outlying pubic hair. "You little tease," she murmured.
"It's only teasing if I don't plan on coming back to it," he whispered directly into her ear, and then he nibbled on her earlobe. Even he didn't believe his own sophistry.
"Give me something," she pleaded. She scooted back toward him until she felt his slightly hard cock against her left thigh. When it touched her, it got harder and moved up to the groove between her thighs.
Gary resumed the fur treatment. He went along until his finger bumped up against the bottom of her breast. This time he didn't tease her, at least not as blatantly. He traced the side of her right breast with his fingertip. He continued around her chest, brushing her right breast with the lower part of the glove and the flesh of the left breast with the palm. He traced where the flesh met the sheets and then traced the area under her breasts. Besides how good the fur felt on her breasts, Gary couldn't help pressing his cockhead against her thigh. She lifted her right leg to trap his dick.
He reached back down and palmed her left nipple. "You are so beautiful," he said. "I could spend the whole evening just suckling on them and be happy." He cupped his hand and caressed the rest of her breast.
"I think you're lying," Liz said, "but no one's stopping you."
"You doubt that I think they're beautiful?" he asked. He bit her earlobe in protest.
"I doubt you'd really be satisfied," she said. "If that were true, you'd still have pants on."
"Foom!" he exclaimed.
"What was that supposed to be?"
"My pants are on fire," he said.
Liz laughed. As she did, she pressed against his cock again. Gary thought he felt air on the head. It only lasted a moment, and she was back in her previous spot. Gary palmed her right nipple the way he'd done the left and caressed it. "If you like my breasts so much, stay where you are and show them some more love," she said.
"I'll do better than that," Gary said. "Sit up." He backed away and sat up.
Liz looked behind her to see where he was seated. She moved so her bottom was dead center in front of him. She backed up until she felt his cock on her lower back. She slowed down so she could control where she felt him. She stopped when she felt his balls at her butt and the head leaning just a little to the left from her lower back. She thought about rising up so he could bring his legs--and his cock--underneath her, but she decided she was good where she was.
Gary put his hands around her waist and then he found her knees. He caressed her right outer thigh from the knees to the hip. He caressed her stomach just above the waist, then put his fingers at her inner thighs. She was glad to feel him anywhere near her pussy, even if he wasn't actually there. He stroked her inner thighs from the top to the knee and back, making her gasp with desire. Even better, Liz could feel his forearms at the side of her breasts, and his cock was pressing against her back. When he brought his hands back, she squeezed her legs together, forcing his fingertips into her pubic hair. She held him until he got the message. He started stroking her pussy lips. At first, they were still together, and he ran his right finger over the ridge that they formed. Liz reached down and separated them herself. "Shit, that feels good," she said. Gary stroked the space that she'd just opened. "Oh God. Oh, God."
Gary pulled her closer and kissed her shoulder. He sifted through her bush and said, "Tell me what you want."
"Right now, I'll take that, but more so," she said. He ran his finger around the edge of her opening. She arched her back, making his finger come out. She turned her hand back and said, "Take the glove off. I want to feel you."
Gary made a show of pulling the glove halfway off each finger. He did the thumb last, taking it all the way off, and then he took the glove off the rest of each finger. He left the left glove on. He rubbed her clit and traced half a circle around her pussy. He could feel that her lips were puffing up, so he closed his middle and index fingers around them and rubbed them up and down. He let go and went back to using his fingertips. He went down the length of her perineum and back up to the other side of her pussy. He put the tip in and circled the edge. He stuck it in up to the second knuckle and wiggled it inside of her. "Like this?" he asked.
Liz took his middle finger and inserted it. "More like this," she said. He probed deeper with both fingers, moving slowly. She grasped his wrist and forced him to go faster. "Like this, even." She liked what she was doing so much that she didn't let go of his hand. He was no longer finger-fucking her; she was using him to masturbate.
Now that she was controlling the action down there, Gary used his left hand to resume caressing whatever parts of his new lover's body were in reach. Her left thigh was easy, down to the knee and back. It took more effort to caress her right thigh. He accidentally interrupted her masturbation, but she didn't seem to mind. He raised his arm and caressed the lower part of her right breast before pinching the nipple lightly.
Liz had directed Gary's fingers to a sensitive spot at the same moment that he pinched her. She lurched back, keeping his fingers inside her but breaking contact with the gloved hand. She wasn't coming, but she let out an "ooh." This time there was no space between her back, his dick and his stomach. "Can't wait any more?" she asked hopefully.
Gary had started caressing her left breast again. "No, just giving it some breathing room," he answered. He sensed that she was projecting her urgency onto him. "But I would like a better view of your breasts," he said.
"Finally," Liz thought. She turned around. Gary opened his legs, and she sat between them, draping hers over his. He reached up with his hands and cupped both breasts. Having two different textures on her breasts at once was more arousing than either one by itself. "Mmm," she said. "It's like two men are fondling me at once."
"Have you ever experienced that?" Gary asked.
"Not yet, but it's on my bucket list," Liz said. She was lying. He was giving her ideas she'd never considered before. She let him caress him a little longer and then asked, "You said you wanted a better view. Would you like to zoom in?" Before Gary could answer, she put her hand on the back of his head and guided him to her bosom.
Gary flicked her tongue to her left nipple and licked a circle around it. "The camera didn't lie," he observed.
"As big as you thought?" Liz asked with a smile.
"Yes, but I was talking about the beautiful shade of brown on your areolas." He sucked the left one into his mouth. He put his left hand, which still had the glove, to her back. He went back and forth between her nipples, varying the degree of attention--licking, sucking, circling. In between he told her, "These ... are just ... so ... damn ... beautiful." Eventually he stopped and latched onto her right breast and sucked it hard.
When he moved to the right, Liz suggested, "You know what would make them even more beautiful?"
Gary thought for a moment. "Milk?"
"God, no," Liz said, and she jumped back. "Even if I were thinking of that, it's not happening. Not right now, anyway." She reached forward and stroked his dick, then looked up at him.
"Whatever you want, lover," he said.
Liz got a chill. "I love it when you call me that," she purred. She looked to see where the pillows were and moved around until she was lying with her head on one. Gary straddled her legs and moved forward on all fours, dragging his cock over her pussy lips and stomach before he reached her chest. She wanted the contact with her pussy so badly that she thought she'd willed it to happen.
Her breasts had fallen off to the sides. She brought her arms in to push them together. "You don't have to do that for me," Gary said. "You're sexy just the way you are."
"You make me feel that way, lover, and that makes me want to be more active." She brought them the rest of the way together. Gary moved his hips forward slowly. "It's not an asshole. It's not even a pussy," she said. "You don't have to ease your way in. It opens up pretty easily."
"I just like the image of your brown breasts separating like waves breaking in opposite directions as a white boat moves through them. Is the contrast as erotic for you as it is for me?"
"It's erotic, but maybe not as much. Dick heads are like pussies--they're all pink, no matter what color skin covers them up. Once you get through and I can see the shaft, it's pretty hot, though." He pulled back and did it again. "You're a writer. Aren't you supposed to be able to picture it from someone else's perspective?"
"I try," Gary answered, "but there are little things I wouldn't think of. So, I have to ask people. Research it, if you will."
"Is that what I am, a research project? Your graduate thesis?" Liz wasn't sure whether she was joking.
Gary stopped, his cockhead awkwardly sticking out in her face. "It hurts that you would think that," he said.
She couldn't tell whether he was joking either, but losing this lover was not an acceptable risk. She raised her head and ran her tongue across the crown. "You'd never do that," she said, and she knew it was true. "Get back to what you were doing." She leaned backward and enjoyed the feeling of his cock moving and back and forth between her breasts. Seeing the head was just a bonus. She could feel his shaft getting harder the longer he went. When he leveled off, she knew what was about to happen. "Give it to me," she said.
"Where do you want it?" Gary asked.
Liz knew that she wanted him to come in every orifice she had. She was thinking of this when she said, "Everywhere."
"I don't know if that's possible but I'll cover as much as I can!"
"No, sorry, I mean eventually I'll want it everywhere. Right now, just keep going till you come, and where it goes is where it goes."
"Whatever you want, lover," Gary said, and he proceeded to spray his cum on her chin and chest. Liz opened her mouth and got a little cum on her tongue. He pulled back a little, and most of the rest landed on her tits or just above them.
"I want more," she said.
"You mean a relationship?" Gary asked, and he climbed off her.
"We'll see," Liz answered. She pushed him onto his back and said, "I meant more of this." She put her hand around his cock and noted, "It's still got cum on it."
"Sorry, let me wipe that off."
"Don't you dare," Liz retorted. She loosened her grip and licked the wet spot while she gently stroked him. "This is wonderful!" she said.
"Never held a penis before?"
"Only to get something else started," Liz explained, and she kept stroking. "I've never held it long enough to watch it get really hard. It's like watching a time-lapse film of a flower blooming, but way more fun." She stroked harder as she said this. "This is awesome," she said. "I've seen veins on a dick before, but I've never been watching when they popped into view." It had been so long since anyone gave Gary a hand job that he winced because he wasn't used to such a tight grip, but he turned his head so her expression wouldn't discourage her. She may not have given a hand job before, but her desire to watch his dick change shape led her to treat it carefully without sacrificing rigor.
Gary had to hold his breath because he wasn't used to anyone doing it so skillfully. He finally inhaled so that he could tell her, "I'm coming!" She didn't slow down, but she made the mental effort to keep the pace steady. She didn't try to capture any cum this time. It felt so erotic in her hand that she was content to let it flow wherever it erupted.
Gary watched it flow as well. He'd seen a black woman's hand covered in semen before, but only in still photos. He'd never watched it flow over someone's fingers before. He noticed that her ring finger was a solid shade of brown. He wondered briefly whether black people get something similar to a tan line on their ring fingers and then put the thought aside. The flesh of the lower finger didn't look like compressed either. For now he'd just enjoy what was happening.
Liz lay down beside Gary and looked him in the eye. He could feel that she was moving, but he was so entranced by her green eyes that he couldn't look down. She wasn't touching him, so he guessed that she was wiping his cum onto the bedspread beneath them. He broke his concentration enough to reach down for her hand. It had some moisture on it, but it wasn't covered, so she clearly had wiped it somewhere. He took her hand in his, pulled it up to his mouth and kissed it. The slight taste of cum that he got was not much different from what he remembered of the times as a teenager that he tasted it after masturbating in the shower.
Liz pulled him closer and kissed him on the lips. He opened his mouth and she followed suit. He put his hand on her side again. Their tongues wrestled for a minute. Liz turned on her side to make it easier, and then she realized she was doing it so she'd feel his hand on her bottom. When the kiss ended, she said, "Now I kinda wish you still had the glove on. What else do you have up your sleeve?"
Liz regretted asking the question as soon as he raised his arm, because his hand wasn't where she liked it. "As you can see, I have nothing up my sleeve."
She grabbed his hand and said, "Put it back! Put it back!" As soon as it was on her bottom, he started caressing it, but this time consciously.
"Is that ass as beautiful as the rest of you?" Gary asked. "Wait, did I say that out loud?"
Liz laughed. "I hope you think so. And yes, you said that out loud, so you've blown your smooth act, but I like this version too."
"On any other woman, your butt would be the best feature. Yours just happens to take second place behind an amazing pair of tits. If I were at a club with another woman and you danced in front of me, I'd try to keep a good conversation with her just to keep her from looking down."
"You don't say!" Liz exclaimed. She got up and sashayed toward the TV.
"I hate to tell you, but the Orioles are on the West Coast this week. They won't start for three hours."
Liz went through the channel guide. "Baseball is the last thing I want you to think about right now," she said. She turned it to a music station that played hardcore hip-hop music. She put her hands on the desk and immediately started shaking her ass for Gary.
"You really love this music, don't you?" he asked.
"I only kinda like it, but I can't listen to it at work for obvious reasons. I listen to it a lot more when I'm home."
"At home? If I had that waiting for me at home, I'd never leave," Gary said.
Liz wanted to see Gary's reaction, so she leaned on a chair instead, turning to give him the side view. She stuck her butt way back and asked, "Then what are you waiting for? My ass is here for you right now. Don't you want it?"
Gary was fighting the urge to put a hand on his dick. "I do, but I'm trying to hold off."
"Hold off what?"
"I'm still recovering from the hand job," Gary explained. "Otherwise I'd be right there on the floor with you."
The song that was playing mentioned a club. "You mean the dance floor, right?" she asked.
She didn't notice the glimmer in his eye. "Maybe," he said.
She had turned all the way, but she was still shaking her hips. She noticed that his gaze was down, not up at her face or tits. Now she noticed the glimmer. "Didn't you say something about spending the evening between my legs?"
Gary hopped off the bed and lunged toward her. His cock was so hard that it swayed from side to side. She ran toward the window, then thought that might be worse than the floor. She put her hands against the wall and hoped for accidental contact. She got it, but only long enough to tease her. He put his hands on her hips and forced her to turn around. "I want you so bad," he told her.
"I want you too," Liz told him. She wanted him to take her hard. Another chair was only a few feet away. She walked toward it so she could bend over the arm, but before she got there, Gary put his hands on her hips and pulled her to the floor with him. He left her enough room to get on all fours, which fit with her plan. She could feel his dick between her thighs. She tried to trick him. "Kiss me," she said.
"I will," he said. He moved up to speak into her ear. His dick rubbed against her pussy but didn't go in. "I'm going to cover you with kisses. By the time we wake up in the morning, there won't be a spot left that I haven't kissed." He put his arms around her, making the top side of his shaft rub her pussy enough that the lips separated. He kissed both ears, both sides of her neck and both shoulders. He kissed a line from one shoulder blade to the other, and he kissed a line back just below them. He went all the way down her back like this, from one side to the next. She shed a silent tear when he got low enough that his dick wasn't touching her. He lifted her left buttock in the air and kissed a circle around it. Maybe he was getting ready to eat her ass before he fucked it. No such luck. As soon as he'd finished the left buttock, he did the right. She cried a tiny bit, and not silently, when he pulled away instead of licking her asshole.
Liz felt him separate her legs and hoped his dick was finally going to be inside her. Gary broke away entirely. Maybe he was getting lube out of his bag? He wasn't gone long enough for that to be the case. She felt something graze her pussy. She felt his hands on her sides. The fact that his fingers were pointing up told her that she'd felt his nose. It was past, but now his tongue was on her clit! He licked a circle around it and then another around her whole vulva. "You know how you were zigzagging on my back?" she asked.
"Way ahead of you," Gary asked. He ran his tongue back and forth across her excited lips, from top to bottom and back. He got the very tip his tongue between the innermost fold on the left, then the one next to it, and then the one after that. He repeated the treatment on the right.
"How can you even see that close?" Liz asked. "The last time I sent a nude close-up, I couldn't even see the folds, and I know where they are!"
Gary tried to answer, but her folds were over his mouth. She lifted her left leg, and Gary eased her onto her back. "Sorry, my mouth was full," he said.
"Don't apologize!" Liz insisted.
"Last year I stayed healthy enough to get laser surgery on my eyes," he explained.
"I'm definitely telling management to keep offering the savings accounts," Liz said.
Now that she was on her back, Gary returned between her legs. "Your dark brown vulva is even more beautiful in person," he told her. He licked the edge of her lips as he'd done before. Liz lifted her legs and put them over Gary's shoulders. "Plus, I can see your breasts from here."
Liz brought her legs in closer around his neck. "Less talking, more eating," she said.
"Yes, ma'am!" Gary replied. He dotted a circle around her with his tongue, making her squirm. In his mind, he was Bob Ross giving lessons in cunnilingus. Her lips formed that two-arc shape, and he couldn't avoid them any more. He sucked the top of both lips into his mouth and ran his tongue over them. He let them go and did the same to the lower part of her lips. He looked up to see that Liz had responded to what he said about the view by playing with her breasts. He wondered whether she was doing for his benefit or her own. Regardless, she was clearly enjoying herself. He opened his mouth further and covered her entire opening. He sucked the whole area into his mouth. He didn't remember her coming, but her bouquet was indisputable evidence that she'd enjoyed herself. He latched onto it like he'd done with her nipples--how long had it been? It seemed like one of those blissful eternities where time stands still. His tongue probed the shallow part of her womanhood. He hadn't even started moving his tongue around yet, and her legs were already wrapped tightly around his neck. He ran his tongue around the deep part of her walls. Her moans didn't change, but now her breasts were shaking up and down instead of side to side. As erotic as the upward movement was, he liked the downward movement because he could see her sexy brown areolas.
Liz moaned, "Oh, God! Oh, Gary! Do it like that, please, Baby!"
No one had called him "Baby" in a year, and he liked it. He folded his tongue into a U shape and went deeper. He tapped around her sweet hole as if he were looking for a stud in a wall. He found one. She closed her legs so hard, he thought she'd strangle him. While he might like to go that way, he also knew that the ensuing coroner's investigation might cost Liz her job. He pulled on her ankles, and she allowed his airway to open up.
"I'm coming, Baby. Oh, shit. Oh, shit. Oh, shit."
Gary was indeed treated to a taste of brown sugar. He lapped it up like the unused cookie batter in a mixing bowl. For two minutes he balanced breathing, the feeling of her legs on his neck and the continued pleasure for both of them.
Liz didn't let go until she knew she had finished her orgasm. She turned down the cover on the bed and lay down on one side. Once she did, Gary got up and changed the channel to light romantic jazz. She watched, waiting for him to come back to bed, but he pulled his cell phone out of his bag and did something on it. She was miffed. When he walked over to the bed, she was on her side, facing the door. He climbed onto the bed on that side and tried to caress her, but she put her hand over his and stopped him. "I'm the best pussy you'll ever have," she said. "What's so important on your cell phone that it couldn't wait?" She didn't say it, but she imagined him texting a co-worker about what they were doing, or worse, posting on social media.
"Well, I got up to put the right kind of music on. When I was standing there, they ran an ad for one of those 'food bouquet' companies. My mom lives in Florida, and she loves those. Her birthday is coming up this week, so I went online and ordered one."
"What was in it?" Liz asked.
"Strawberries, grapes, bananas, pineapple. A cookie, too, I think."
"Damn it. Is there anything in OUR food plate that's not in the bouquet?"
Gary thought for a moment. "She won't be getting any apricots, and I think our chocolate sauce is something exotic."
"Good," Liz said. "Next time you eat an apricot, you'll think of me and not your mother."
"Forgiven?" Gary asked.
"And then some," Liz said. She rolled back over and put his head on whichever breast he could reach faster. While he rolled them and suckled on them, she remembered a graph someone had posted on Facebook a few days ago. It said the way a man treats his mother is the way he'll treat you. It was heteronormative, but otherwise probably good advice. She thought, "I'm in good hands." Gary had reached around and was playing with her pussy again. "Literally," she thought with a laugh. Then she stopped her train of thought. Of course, she let Gary keep up his magic. What the fuck was she thinking? A one-night stand with someone outside her department was something no one needed to know about, but a relationship meant increased scrutiny for anything else he did and paperwork for both of them, and that was assuming she didn't change her name. Change her name, where did that come from? Her libido was having such a good time. She pictured her heart and said, "Please don't complicate this!"
She imagined her heart asking, "Complicate it how?"
Then she realized she'd said the last thing out loud. Gary had literally provided the voice for her heart. She didn't want to admit most of what she'd been thinking. She salvaged one link in the chain, though. "Don't let anyone at work find out."
"I would never do that," Gary assured her. "As far as I'm concerned, I'm meeting one of my fans."
"You mean I'm a groupie?" Liz asked with a laugh.
"Your word, not mine," Gary said with a smile.
"I'm at least fifteen years too old to be a groupie," she countered. "Which is why I really like it! Too bad I don't smoke, or I'd turn on my cigarette lighter."
"Just as well. I can't play 'Free Bird'."
"Well, there's one thing groupies always want to do," Liz said.
"What's that?"
Liz rolled onto her back and spread her legs. "The obvious."
"Oh!" Gary said with a tone that suggested slapping his forehead. "Hang on a second." He got out of bed.
"What is it this time?" Liz asked in exasperation. "Oh, wait, you're going back to the bag. What other surprises do you have?"
"Protection," he answered matter-of-factly. He held each item up in turn. "Condoms, foam, a sponge." He even had a box of suppositories but didn't say the word. "What would you like?"
Liz paused for a moment, then answered, "Nothing."
"Nothing?"
"Nothing at all," she repeated. "I don't want anything to come between us." Gary was incredulous at first, but then he smiled. She had closed her legs while he was up, but she spread them as he returned.
His cock was hard, and he placed it over her bush, which was matted with the output of her last orgasm. He stroked her lips with the shaft a couple times before asking, "Are we just screwing, or making love?"
"I don't think you're capable of just screwing."
"I can, but I prefer making love," he replied.
"Make love to me," she said. He sifted through her hair and let it fall over his cock. He slid it back and forth under the bush but still over her pussy. "Now!" she pleaded.
"Mmmm ...," Gary said as he granted her wish.
He wasn't giving her any profound physical sensations, but she cried out, "Oh, God!"
"This is such an erotic sight," he said.
"Well, yeah! It's a cock and a cunt."
"True, but I mean the way my white cock disappears into your black cunt. It's like when I did your tits, but even more so because it's not going to reappear on the other side."
"You're so big, it feels like you might," Liz said between gasps.
"Really?" Gary knew his dimensions, and he sounded more insulted than happy at the attempt at flattery.
"No, but I've said it to guys so many times, it kinda became a--Actually, now it does feel that way!"
Gary was difficult to fool but not impossible. When she repeated her lie, he got harder than he'd been all night. He moved in and out, steadily picking up the pace. "My big white dick is fucking your amazing black pussy!"
"Mm-hmm! Mm-hmm!"
"I'm filling every inch of that beautiful cunt, aren't I?"
"Yeah! Yeah! Give it to me, Big Boy!"
Gary went deep inside her. He saw where her waist ended and her stomach began, and he thought this was as close as he'd ever gotten to actually getting inside a uterus. There wasn't a sexy way to say it, so he just said, "I'm deep inside your pussy, and you love it."
"Yes! Yes, I do!"
"I'm so big, I'm gonna shoot my seed straight into your womb."
He felt big inside her, but she didn't think it was biologically feasible to have proportions like the ones he was claiming. She didn't care. "Do it! Do it!"
Gary put his hands under her butt and pulled her closer to him. "Aahhhhh!" he yelled.
"Fill me up, Sweetheart!" Liz shouted. Mentally, she cursed her heart out. "Quit doing that." The inner conversation ended when she felt the first round of cum flowing into her. She reached for his hand and pulled him part way down. Gary saw her tits bouncing around without any effort on her part. He felt muscles contracting around his dick, but she only felt her soul filling up with bliss.
Gary eased himself down next to Liz. She heard him speak, but she was in such a daze that he may as well have said, "Winter is coming," for all she knew. She just hoped he hadn't said, "I love you."
In the heat of the moment, she figured, "Yeah," was a safe response. She felt his cock starting to withdraw from her. She looked down in time to see it while they were still joined. She remembered what he'd said when he first entered her. "You've never fucked a black woman?" she asked.
"Sure I have. Why do you ask?"
"You were going on about how erotic the sight was, like you'd never experienced it before."
"It's true," Gary said. "Funny story. I had a short-lived romance with a black woman that I met in a volleyball league. The second and final time that we fucked, we were starting Y2K together. She only wanted it doggie style, so I never got a good view of my dick going in or out."
They lay back, enjoying the romantic jazz and toying with each other's bodies, but not trying consciously to do anything in particular. After lying together for twenty minutes or so, Liz broke the silence. "What's the wildest thing you've done with one of your fans?"
"You're the only one I've ever met in person," Gary answered.
"Didn't you write about getting together with one?
"That was a request. Someone asked me to write about what we'd do if it happened. That was a long time ago. I'm surprised you remembered it."
"I'm a new member," Liz explained. "I read about half your stories in the past few days." She left out the rest of the details because she didn't want him to think she was stalking him. She wanted to put that thought out of her head. She looked over at his hands. She lifted his left hand and put her thumb and forefinger at the base of his ring finger. "I noticed you don't have a tan line. Have you ever been married?" she asked.
"No."
"Any kids?"
"Not that I know of," he answered.
"Do you wish you did?"
"If I didn't know better, I'd think you were starting to care about me as a person."
"Perish the thought," Liz said. "What do you think about mixed-race kids?"
"I don't," he answered.
Liz tried to contain her alarm. "I guess we should have had this conversation an hour ago."
"That's not what I mean. All I said is that I don't think about them. I see all these young people on Whisper saying how they'd love to make a mixed-race baby 'cause they're so beautiful. I get why they feel that way, and it's even encouraging that society's progressed that way, but it's not a good reason knock someone up!" Liz had hidden her original reaction, so she couldn't let him see her reaction to this either. Gary took this non-reaction as a question. "Let me frame my answer a little differently. A long time ago, I had a Japanese girlfriend. Well, Japanese-American, but no European ancestors on either side of her family. I loved her more than anything. I asked her to marry me twice. Naturally, I pictured us having kids, and they would have been biracial, but I didn't think biracial. I just thought, they'd look kind of like me and kind of like her.
"So I do think about mixed-race kids, but I don't think of them any differently than other kids. I might possibly tell myself that our babies would be as beautiful as you and as talented as me ... and wonder what color eyes ..." He resumed his train of thought. "But I wouldn't seek you out just to pair up those genes."
"At our age, we'd have a teenager," Liz said. Realizing what she'd revealed, she covered her face with her pillow and pounded her fists. "Shit! Shit! Shit!"
Liz lay there for a moment in the self-induced darkness. For a split second, she wondered if his "imaginative" lovemaking included the sort of domination where he'd hold the pillow down while he did something, and she took it off quickly. A beam of light passed through the space between the curtain over the balcony door and the wall, and she got an idea. She got up and headed for the bathroom.
Gary assumed that she actually had to use the toilet. Instead, she came back wearing a white bathrobe and carrying another one over her arm. She tossed it to him and told him, "Put this on and join me." While he got up and put his robe on, Liz found her Batgirl mask and put it back on. She took him by the hand and led him to the balcony.
"Stay there for a moment," Gary said. He went back in and retrieved his bag.
"What magical treat do you have in there now?" Liz asked.
"The bag itself," Gary answered. He placed it over the track to the sliding door. "Getting stuck makes for a comedy film, not a great sexual escapade."
Liz moved Gary so he was looking directly into the room, but he leaned on the wall of the balcony. She knelt in front of him and opened his bathrobe. A breeze from Chesapeake Bay caused Gary's dick to rise to attention. "I kept waiting for you to ask for this," she said. She stroked it a couple times and pointed it up in the air. "You're the perfect height for this balcony," she said.
"How's that?" Gary asked.
"The barrier's no barrier at all if someone wants to watch us," Liz explained. "But if you were any shorter, it would be."
Gary grinned. "You're freakier than I am!"
Liz licked the bottom ridge. She took the head into her mouth and went down. She bobbed up and down a couple times. Even totally erect, he didn't make her mouth feel as full as her pussy had, but that was good. She cared more about how good he felt in her mouth and how good her mouth felt to him than whether he was big enough to choke her. She stopped for a moment and untied her bathrobe. She let it fall to the floor of the balcony.
"Holy exhibitionism, Batgirl!" Gary exclaimed, while she pushed his robe back to the sides.
Batgirl bobbed up and down, occasionally tickling his balls. She didn't have the patience that Gary did. She wanted to hear him moan, she wanted to see him hard, and she wanted to feel him come. Every time she came up, she'd turn her hand around his shaft just to keep his attention. After doing that several times, she let him out to ask, "Is that as good as you've had it?"
"Hell, yeah," Gary said. "And as a bonus, I can see your ass move back and forth every time your head moves."
"In that case, I've got a better idea," Liz said. She got up and rested her elbows as Gary did, but looking out instead of in. She told him, "I know what you're thinking, 'Hey, I found one who takes it in the ass!' Don't get the wrong idea, though. I've only done it a couple times in my life, and it's been a while." She waited for a reaction, but Gary wasn't where he'd been standing. She looked down at her feet, hoping to see his feet right behind hers, but he wasn't there either.
A moment later, he appeared to her side, holding a bottle. She turned to face him. He held out a bottle and told her, "I thought this was still in the bag, but I must have taken it out when I showed you the contraceptives." She poured the lube over his cock head and gave him another twist-stroke like she'd been doing when she sucked him. He continued, "Now get back where you were."
She leaned on the barrier again. "Tell me how sexy I am," she purred.
"In a minute," Gary said. He lined his cock head up with her asshole and pushed. "Are you usually this adventurous?" he asked.
"Not at all," Liz said. "You've brought out my wild side. Why?"
"Everything else has been easy, but getting inside your ass is harder than I expected, even with the lube. Move back, as if you were dancing to the club music, but do it slowly." Liz put her hands forward. Gary could tell she was telling the truth about her anal status, so he was careful.
Liz shook her ass from side to side, which turned him on but didn't help get him in. When she lowered her back, she found she could control the angle. "It's still taking some effort, but it doesn't hurt," she told him. "Now tell me how sexy I am."
"I haven't even told you about your hair," Gary said. It was shoulder-length. "It's so thick and luxurious, it looks like it came straight from an ad." He tugged on it lightly. "But it's obviously yours." He moved it away from her back. "Your shoulders look like you're lifting weights. Your hips ... Oh, God, your hips. I wanted to fuck you more because of your hips than because of your pussy, and I fucking love your pussy. All those little folds, and the way the outer lips come up when you're turned on. You ever see the high-speed picture of something splashing in milk? It looks like a crown, and your lips come up like that." He leaned down and put his hands under her breasts. His fingers were just below the nipples as he rubbed them in circles. "And I've already told you how awesome your breasts are."
"What about my ass?" Liz asked.
"When I was kissing you all over, it took all my strength not to fuck it right away, because I knew I'd want to put my dick other places, and that would mean waiting till we could wash up. I've never seen such a firm, round ass before."
"And I cut your blow job short 'cause I wanted to make sure you could still take my ass after everything else we've done tonight."
"You know, there's not much point in getting naked if you're just going to be hunched over," Gary told her.
"What's that sup--"
He pulled her up. He was still fucking her ass, but now he was tweaking her nipples again. "I want the world to see these beautiful tits, especially the nipples." He knew as soon as he said it that he really meant the areolas, but neither of them was in the mood to correct him.
Liz responded by grinding into him even harder. "Come for me, Honey!" she cried.
"Where I am now?" he asked.
"No, I want us to sneak into Camden Yards so you can come on home plate. Of course, where you are now."
"I meant, in your ass, your thighs? We could gross out the maids when they see the bathrobes."
"I worked hotel laundry when I was in college. There's not much they don't see. I have a better idea." She extricated herself from his dick and moved him to the edge of the balcony. She found his ass and put her finger in. She made a lucky guess where his prostate was, and his cum shot over the edge of the balcony. They both looked down. There were no pedestrians, and little traffic. "Damn, that'll be gone as soon as they turn their wipers on," Liz said.
Gary turned around and wiped the head of his dick on Liz's stomach. "So, does that mean my dick's done?"
"For now," Liz said. She pulled him to her and kissed him, then led him inside.
Gary got his bag off the door track and closed it, and Liz turned the TV off. He asked, "Do we have the room all night?"
Liz had climbed under the covers. "Of course," she answered. "You think the company made their deal with an hourly-rental motel?"
They had left a third of their fruit platter uneaten by the time they were naked. Gary put it in the mini-fridge and joined her under the covers. Neither of them felt the need to try anything else until they'd gotten some sleep. Gary put his arms forward on top of the part of the comforter that was folded down.
Liz was about to go to sleep when something came to her. "How'd you get here?"
"Taxi," Gary said. "I came to a wedding reception here once. It's cheaper to pay for two cab rides than pay their parking fee when you're not a guest. You?"
"I'll give you two guesses."
Gary thought for a second. "If it were a car, you probably wouldn't be asking. Motorcycle?"
"Did the Batgirl mask give it away?"
"It should have, but I remembered your screen name, HarleyGirl."
"You think you're so smart. That was a reference to Harley Quinn.Want a ride home in the morning?"
"I'd love it," Gary answered.
After a few minutes of silence, she said, "You said by the time we went to sleep, you would have covered my whole body in kisses. You never did my legs."
"Let correct that," Gary said. He went under the covers and kissed her right thigh. He moved down, kissing the front of her leg. He kissed each toe and sucked into his mouth. He lifted the foot in the air and kissed the arch and the heel. He kissed a line up her calf and the back of her thigh. She arched her left leg to make it easier for him to do the same there. He did the underside of that leg first, so she could put the leg down when he finished. When he got to the top, he kept going to her pussy. The first time he went down on her, he had paid a lot of attention to the outside area. This time he separated her lips and stuck his tongue as deep as he could get it. "Yes!" Liz moaned. Where before he had tapped one spot after another, this time he moved his tongue around in a broad, sweeping motion. He reached one sensitive spot after another. When it was pointed at about two o'clock, she yelped, so he licked a little longer and harder in that direction. "Shit! Fuck!" she was moaning. She had her fists on the mattress and was pounding it.
Gary stopped what he was doing to ask, "What's wrong?"
"I want your cock again," Liz explained, "but you just fucked me in the ass, and I don't want you to stop what you're doing to get up and wash it."
Gary thought for a moment. "I know what to do," he said. He swung around into a 69.
"I'm not taking it into my mouth right now any more than I'd let it in my cunt," Liz said.
"That's not what I had in mind," Gary said. He took her hand and moved it to his cock. Liz picked it up from there. She stroked him forcefully, but still being careful. He continued to kneel and savor the feeling for a minute before he went back to eating her. He put his tongue in as deep as before, and with the change in position, he found yet another G-spot.
They came at the same time. Gary only managed to let out a few "Oh's", but they were enough that he couldn't make out what Liz was saying. He was almost certain he heard the word "love" in there, so he said, "Me, too."
When they finished coming, Liz got up to wash her hands. Gary followed her. There was nothing sexy about the way she washed them, but he stood behind her and fingered her pussy some more. He wasn't even trying, but his hard dick pressed between her thighs. She turned around and pushed it down. "Not till you wash it off, and it can wait till tomorrow."
He followed her back to bed and asked, "Too tired?"
"Yeah, but from the pleasure, not the activity."
He put his arm out, and she lay on top of it. After a couple minutes like this, she asked another question. "What's your favorite unfulfilled fantasy?" She hoped he'd understand that he was giving her ideas for what to do next.
"It's not nearly as exciting as any of my stories. It's simply that the woman I love puts my hand on her belly and says, 'Give me a baby.' Of course, it would wreak havoc on my retirement." Liz laughed and closed her eyes. Gary went to sleep thinking that perhaps he'd awaken to his fantasy coming true.
Instead, Liz awoke to the smell of coffee. She heard water running in the bathroom and got up to look. Gary was running a bath. He'd already poured the bubble bath in. "Room enough for two?" she asked.
Gary sat on the floor in front of the tub and stretched his legs out. He compared that length to the tub and answered, "Nope."
"Perfect!" Liz answered.
Gary took her hand and led her into the water. He turned off the water and joined her. The bubbles rose just above her nipples. "Wow, I couldn't have timed that better if I'd tried," he said.
Liz blinked her eyes and asked, "Do I look like Rihanna?"
Gary answered, "No. You look happy." Liz didn't answer. "I mean, compared to her expression in that gif. Plus, the water covers as much on her as it exposes on you."
"I am happy," she said.
Gary put his legs outside Liz's and rubbed his calf against hers. "Did you see the loofah behind you?" Liz looked back, picked it up and held it out in front of her. Gary used the sponge to soak up some bubbles. He ran it over each finger on her left hand and worked his way up the arm, then did the same on the right. Liz did the same to him. She soaped his chest. He was glad he didn't have a hairy chest, because it would probably be gray like his head. She did his stomach and then his right leg. She tried to do his left, but he took the sponge from her. He pulled her closer to do her legs. He could tell by the look on her face that she wondered what he was going to cover next. Without delay, he soaped up her pussy. "Teasing is so last night," he said.
"Well, in that case, gimme back the sponge," she giggled. She got it from him and soaped his dick thoroughly, stroking it as she went. She held it up to be sure the head was clean. She didn't hold tight, because she correctly guessed his next move. He took it back and soaped her tits up.
"This is the only thing that should ever cover your tits," he said.
"I prefer nothing," Liz said. She took his hand and splashed water onto her nipples. "And since I doubt you want to swallow soap, I'll bet you prefer nothing too."
Gary lifted her tits and sucked on the nipples. "You know me so well," he said.
Liz let reality in for a moment. "No, I don't, but I want to." She put her arms around his butt and pulled him to her. "And now you're clean."
"Why do you think I poured the bath?" Gary asked.
"And here I thought it was because you love me." Damn it! Wait, it was okay for her to say that. It's just her own feelings she didn't want to give away. Just in case, she tried to distract him by pointing his cock toward her.
"That too," he said. She didn't mind hearing him say it. He felt around for her pussy lips and pushed down on his cock head until it was just inside the opening.
Liz pulled herself closer and wrapped her arms around Gary's waist. He lifted her butt and brought his legs in so she was sitting on his lap. "Sit back," she said.
Gary moved back as if he were going to read a book in the tub, and Liz stayed with him. She leaned forward and raised her hips. She proceeded to bounce up and down on his dick. "I've always wanted to try this," she said.
"Lift up," Gary told her. He looked down at where she was bouncing. "Yeah, it's as erotic from this angle as it was in the missionary position." He ran his fingertips up her spine. That made her lower her back, and now her tits were in his face again. He licked and sucked on them while Liz continued to bounce.
"I know I wore you out last night," Liz said. "I figure the least I can do is do the heavy work for this round."
"I love you for that," Gary said while he switched from one breast to the other.
Liz slowed down the fucking to answer, "I love you too."
Gary quickly pushed down on her shoulders so he could kiss her. It was a quick kiss. "Wow, I guess I didn't have to do that," he said.
"Didn't you want to?"
"All day long. But what I meant is, I thought you were going to balk again after you said you love me, and you didn't."
Liz picked up the pace. She tried to say something, but all that came out was, "Come for me, Honey."
Gary held her down on his dick and kissed her. They opened their mouths and kissed as long as they came, which seemed like an hour. It didn't end until Gary asked, "What time is check-out?"
"Noon. We've got plenty of time."
Gary had also taken the leftover fruit out of the refrigerator. The coffee was still warm, so their breakfast was set. By eleven o'clock they had both gathered their bags. Gary opened the door for Liz, and before she could get through, a toddler darted past them to the right. It was a cute little girl with light brown skin and straight hair. Gary looked to the left and saw her white mother coming. She darted past them and caught the girl. Liz looked to the left and saw the girl's black father walking toward them. She could tell he'd been running but had slowed down to a walk once the mother caught the girl. Liz and Gary looked at each other and dashed back to the bed. As Liz pulled her dress up, she told Gary, "Send my apologies to your 401(k)."
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