Another Time, Another Place

by Zane

  As Bishop clears his throat to speak, I lean further toward him.

  “Well, Connie, you see, it’s kinda like this. I told you that she’s ten years older than me, right?”

  “Yeah, go on.”

  “Well, she, uh, well, uh, she um—”

  “She what?”

  “She, um, doesn’t have a sex drive anymore. I thought after she lost weight that she would feel sexier, be more active, but she doesn’t. I tried to be understanding and patient and all those things. But I got a sexual appetite like King Kong. A brother got needs. You know what I mean?”

  “Yeah, I sorta do.”

  “I don’t regularly cheat on her. I mean, I’ve had a lady friend here and there over the years, but the sex doesn’t last long because they can’t handle me. My wife doesn’t satisfy me. Hell, she doesn’t do anything with me. I’m doing good if I get a peck in the morning and at night. But you and I, oh my God. You got the golden gate I want and need.”

  “Oh, really.” I play coy even though I know he’s telling the truth about our sex. I tame his black stallion every time I ride him and make him breathless every time he fucks me.

  “Yeah, Connie, you know our chemistry is off the chain.” He leans forward across the table and whispers even more softly, “And when I get all of me in you, that shit feels like warm butter. You give me chills every time.”

  I hang on to his every word, watching his LL Cool J lips move. I want to jump across the table right now and attack him. Damn! He has such a wicked effect on me.

  “Yeah, I know,” I reply with my female arrogance. “You haven’t seen anything yet.” I challenge him because I want to see all of his naked body on me, not just his pants around his ankles. After he fulfills this desire, then I’ll cut him loose.

  “No shit?” He’s surprised at my arrogant statement.

  “No shit,” I solidify. He knows where I’m taking this conversation. Ain’t no two ways about it.

  “You do know this is a hotel.”

  “I know that. What I’m wondering is why are you still sitting here telling me about it?”

  “Oh shit! Connie, you are my kind of woman. Sit tight.” He places a twenty-dollar bill on the table to cover the cost of our drinks. I watch him whisper to the waiter, and then exit the restaurant. About five minutes later, the hostess hands me a note that reads, “Come to room 619.” The card isn’t signed but I know who it is. I give the waiter the twenty dollars and tell him to cancel the lunch order. He informs me that it’s already been taken care of.

  I go to room 619 and knock on the door. Bishop answers in his birthday suit and immediately starts ripping off my clothes. We go at each other like two wild, hungry animals, gnawing and clenching each other. He sits me on the edge of the bed facing his cock. He lifts his right leg and places his foot atop the mattress. He guides my mouth to his saluting dick and I take him into my mouth and deep-throat him.

  “Suck that shit, Connie. You know how I like it.”

  I give him what he wants, strong long sucks and quick lollipop licks. I then consume his dangling scrotum.

  “Yeah, that’s what I’m talkin’ about. Damn, girl, you’re good.”

  I say nothing. Handling his large sex organs requires concentration. He grabs the back of my head and pulls me back and forth, on and off his dick. He moans with ecstasy and I feel his big rod grow larger in my mouth.

  “Don’t stop, Connie.”

  I keep sucking and jerking his penis. He palms my head with his right hand and presses my mouth all the way to the base of his thick shaft. Then suddenly he snatches my head off of his dick, takes hold of his dick, and shoots his cum on my face as he pumps his hand back and forward along the shaft. I tilt my head upward to show him how delightful it is. He releases my head and uses his right hand to rub his cum all over my face.

  “Yeah, Miss Connie, you like that shit, don’t you?”

  “Yeah. It’s my pearly shower.” I lick my lips and his cummy fingers. He lowers his six-foot-two, Hershey-dipped, Adonis frame onto his knees.

  “Open your legs.”

  I comply and he kneels so that he’s eye level to my wet zone. He wraps his arms under my thighs, then jerks my body toward him. I watch him eat my cookie until I feel myself losing consciousness to the sensations he sends throughout my body. He makes my clit engorge with blood, then sucks it so hard, I cum again and again. He finger-fucks my pussy while giving fast lollipop licks atop my clit, sending creamy juices down my sugar walls again. Damn, he knows how to satisfy me. He lifts my legs higher into the air, places one finger in my ass and two in my pussy, leans over me, and suckles my 36DDs. I cum so hard I scream his name and damn near black out. Before I can recover, Bishop flips me over and fucks me doggy style. My diva sings her wet, juicy song and saturates our pubic hair again. Bishop digs his hands into my hips and thrusts me back and forward onto his gigantic rod. My body quivers with every stroke. He’s so damn big! He grabs the back of my hair, pulling my head up. I yell, “Bishop, fuck me harder, baby.” I point my ass higher into the air. Somehow we always know what the other means.

  “You want the king dick?”

  “Yes!”

  He withdraws from my pussy, spreads my buttocks far apart, and slowly slips his rod into my asshole, one inch at a time. I moan with each down stroke. We work together until we get him all the way in. My body adjusts to his girth and I let him know that I’m ready.

  “Fuck me, Bishop.”

  Then he pumps in and out, faster, then faster. He pounds my ass hard. I grab the sheets and place them in my mouth to keep from screaming out loud. Tears come to my eyes ’cause he hurts so good. After a few more strokes, Bishops grunts, “Damn, girl, your ass is so tight around my shit, you’re gonna make me cum again.” And with that he withdraws and busts his nuts across my ass. His hot fluid drips down my crack as I turn and kiss his six-pack abs, chest, and neck. I stand on the bed and wrap my legs around his waist. He holds me mid-air, carries me to the bathroom, and sits me on the countertop. I say nothing and continue to suck and bite at his neck and chest. I like munching on him. He quickly wipes down his dick; I’m glad ’cause I don’t want brownie crumbs mixed in with my cookie. He crouches a little, finds the center of me, and then pounds my pussy again. He has cum twice already, so I know this time we’re in for the long haul, nothing but rock-hard, thick, long dick.

  We move from the bathroom and fall onto the floor leading into the bedroom. I mount him and ride the black stallion full throttle. I lean my breasts over his face and he squeezes and sucks them so good and hard that I cum again on his joystick. Damn, he knows how to get to me!

  We return to the bed, me on my back and him hovering above me, both of us sweating like crazy. My hair is frizzy, makeup gone, deodorant worn out, and Adonis blanketing me. Nothing but the smell of wild sex fills the room. As we take a moment to breathe, Bishop gently removes straggly pieces of hair from my sweaty forehead, places a peck on my lips, and says, “You’re a beautiful young lady.”

  “Thank you.” I try to think of something else to say but I have no words. I feel him take his penis into his right hand and find the opening to my wet center.

  “Are you ready for round three?” He smiles with a mischievous grin like he’s so happy to have someone of his caliber.

  “Of course,” I reply, thinking strength and stamina, what these two healthy bodies can do together.

  “We don’t have much time left,” I inform.

  “I don’t need much,” he replies as he begins to stroke my inner meat with the tip of his big poker. And he’s right. Our chemistry takes over and we’re two wild animals again for a solid thirty minutes.

  Exhausted from our midday escapade, we lay on the bed, naked and satisfied. I give five minutes of what could be considered cuddle time, then I head to the shower to keep from dozing off like Bishop. I don’t want to be more than fifteen minutes late returning to work, even if boss lady is out of town. I know her secretary keeps tab. “Hawk Eye
s,” as we call her, will allow you fifteen extra minutes. It’s like being fashionably late, but after that, your ass is grass. And although I have a good job, I don’t have a senior position like Bishop where a person can bend the rules a little more. He can nap all he wants, but I’m gonna have my behind back at my desk smelling like sweet roses in no time.

  As I exit my steam-filled, ten-minute shower, Bishop greets me at the bathroom door as I towel-dry. I purposely moon him as dry my calves.

  “Woman, you better stop bending over like that before I have your ass back across the bed again.”

  “Oh really?” I brush my breasts against his well-defined Hershey chest and arms, making my way back into the main room. I sense him staring at me, so I peep in the mirror opposite the bed and catch him not only staring at me, but also seemingly having a personal conversation with himself.

  “What did you say?” I face him to see what he does while sliding one lean leg into my skirt, then the other.

  “Uh, nothing. I’m just thinking about what I have on my agenda when I get back to the office.”

  Liar. I know a look of contemplation when I see it. He’s probably wondering what the hell has he gotten his married ass into. I understand how he feels, wanting to cut someone off for something you think is better but can’t. There’s no question in my mind that he cheats on a regular basis with other women, but I know that I rock his world the best. I can have his player ass whistling “Dixie” right about now, if I want. My coochie is dangerously addictive. Too bad he’s only getting a taste ’cause when I walk out of the door, this hot and nasty affair is over.

  “Bishop, I gotta go. I’ll chat with you later,” I yell from the living area. He pokes his head out from behind the white shower curtain and summons me.

  “Connie, hold up. Come here.”

  I turn the corner to see him gesture me for a peck with his soft, scrumptious lips. I can’t resist. I kiss them ever so sensually. My subconscious won’t let me walk out the door like I want. Grab that dangling cock one more time rushes through my head. My thoughts shift between walk away, Connie, and touch it again. One more time won’t hurt. Walk away, Connie. I can’t resist my urge and give into my temptation to squeeze Bishop’s genitals again.

  I reach behind the curtain and get a handful of dick and balls. Damn, he feels good in my hand, warm and wet. I stroke his cock while I continue to kiss him. He opens the curtain all the way, exposing himself to me. I wrap one hand around his muscular ass and continue stroking his dick with the other. He unbuttons the top button of my blouse. Water from his fingertips drips onto the delicate garment. Do I care? Hell, no. I’ll just make good use of the wall-mounted hairdryer.

  “Get in.” He entices me in a whisper that sends chills down my spine. How can we possibly have this much attraction for each other? Bishop extends his hand.

  “Join me, Connie.”

  “Hawk Eyes” crosses my mind for a split-second. Fuck her! I slowly undress, giving Bishop a personal striptease show. He smiles as my taunting pleases him. His gun loads with the ammunition I need, and I’m more turned on, watching the barrel get thicker and longer. My breasts stand at attention and my nipples harden as I anticipate touching him in the shower.

  I step in and watch the water bead down his face onto his chest. I instantly lick his chest and circle my tongue around and across his nipples, then slowly cover the territory of each muscle that composes his six-pack abs. As the moments pass, I’m quickly reminded that I stepped into the shower without anything on my hair. My blow-dried hair is saturated and begins to curl. There’s no use in trying to save it now, and quite frankly, I don’t care. It is what it is. I feel Bishop’s hard pole against my belly as I kiss him around his neck. He sucks my neck hard. I pray he doesn’t leave hickies—that’s a no-no in my book. Keith would kill me, but this shit feels so good I can’t stop him. He squeezes my 36DDs and presses them together making the water puddle in between them. He slurps the puddle dry, then releases the water onto my lips as his kisses them again. He grabs my breasts harder this time and proceeds to suck and bite the shit out of my nipples. He pulls on my nipples with his teeth and gets me more excited. My pussy wants his dick so badly I can hardly stand it. The element of the water always turns me on.

  “Eat me, Bishop.”

  His lips and tongue travel over my breasts, down my abs, over my belly-button piercing and ventures through my forest. I watch him part my pussy with his thumbs and index fingers. He slides three fingers in and out, and sucks my creamy juices off them.

  “You’re always so wet, Connie. I love that shit.”

  I grab the back of his head and press him toward my snatch. He parts me again, then glides his tongue in and out, up and down, and all around. He takes my clit between his teeth and tugs at it gently. I moan with ecstasy. He licks my cunt hard and intentional with the sole purpose to make me cum in his mouth. Using his tongue and fingers, he makes me do just that. I cum all over his mouth.

  “Awwww, Bishop, that feels good, baby.”

  “You like that, huh?”

  “Yes, baby.”

  I’m hotter than ever. He stands and gets his footing on the wet shower floor, squats a little and raises one of my legs. Aaaahhhh, yes! I love how he navigates his big Johnson into the center of me. He pounds my pussy with such force that I scream with hurtful pleasure.

  “Ouuuuch, Bishop!”

  He grabs the metal towel rack and drives deeper, sending my pussy to the back of me.

  “Ouuuuch, Bishop!”

  “Your pussy is so good, Connie, I can’t stop.”

  He drives deeper and my tears join the cascading water.

  “Do you like how I fuck you, Connie?”

  “Yessss!”

  “You like my dick, don’t you?”

  “Yessss!”

  “You want me to fuck you harder?”

  “Yessssss!”

  “Grab on.”

  I lock my arms around his neck. He swings open the shower curtain and lifts me around his waist. I watch him step over the tub like it doesn’t exist at all. With our wet bodies never parting, he lays me on the bed and proceeds to hammer my pussy. He uses the spring of the mattress to help suspend himself above my sex zone. And right at the point when his dick is about to come out of me, he thrusts himself into me, time, after time, after time. I fear the bed is going to break.

  “Cum with me, Connie. I’m gettin’ ready to explode!”

  “Me, too, Bishop.”

  “Ohhhhhh shit! Goddamnnnnn!” he grunts with that ugly face I like to see.

  “Ohhhhhh Bishop! Damnnnnn, baby!”

  I grab his Hershey ass and dig my fingers into his flesh. I gyrate my hips and without fail, we cum simultaneously.

  “Whew! Oh my goodness, girl. You are somethin’ else,” he says breathlessly.

  “You ain’t too bad yourself,” I reply, exhausted as well.

  “We are two horny toads,” Bishop jokes. We laugh at each other. I get a glimpse at the clock on the desk.

  “Shit! Look at the time. I gotta go, Bishop. ‘Hawk Eyes’ is gonna have my ass.” I run to the shower.

  “Who?”

  “My manager’s secretary. I should’ve been back by one-thirty.” I turn on the shower water and barely hear him say, “Don’t worry about that. I’ll cover for you.”

  I shower and dress in record time while Bishop takes another one of his quick naps. I wake him.

  “How are you going to cover for me?”

  “Don’t worry about it. Trust me.”

  I don’t have time to haggle over his meaning. I’ll just face the music. He sits up and we give each other a peck.

  “I’ll call you later, Miss Winslow.”

  “That’s fine.”

  As I head toward the door, I see Bishop reaching for the phone. I pretend to take one last look in the mirrored closet door, but really, I’m curious to know whom he’s calling. He waves at me like a signal that everything is okay and to go ahead and le
ave. As I turn the door handle, I hear him say, “Hello, Ms. Matthew.” I gasp. He’s calling the secretary. Who is this guy that he can do that? Nonetheless, if it gets my ass off the hook, who cares? I leave the Westin Peachtree Hotel as one damn happy camper.

  I open the front glass doors to the legal department with my head held high. “Hawk Eyes” sits at her desk like a bird on a perch.

  “Ms. Winslow,” she begins, “Mr. Thomas called and informed me that your meeting ran over causing you to return late. He was very apologetic as he knows we run a tight ship around here.”

  “I’m sorry, Ms. Matthew. I should have called you.”

  “No need. Bishop Thomas is a respectable man who stands in high regard here. I’m sure your meeting was productive.”

  “Thank you, Ms. Matthew.”

  Who the hell is this man to have pull like that? I return to my office and can’t help but to sit and daydream about my escapade with Bishop. My pussy is throbbing like mad. Every time I think he has fucked me hard, he fucks me even harder the next time. His wife doesn’t know what she’s missing. That bitch must be crazy not to want him. It’s a damn shame, too. Think about all these women out here trying to find a husband and her crazy ass has one, a well-endowed one at that, and she won’t give him any. He’s right. She’s got some serious issues. The phone rings and interrupts my thoughts.

  “Clark and Howard. Connie Winslow speaking.”

  “Hey, baby. Did everything go okay when you got back to the office?”

  “Yes, Bishop. Thank you. How did you manage that?”

  “Don’t worry your pretty head over that.”

  “Don’t tell me. You had an affair with Ms. Matthew,” I joke lightheartedly.

  “Hell no. Are you out of your mind?”

  I laugh and he joins me. “Well, are you going to tell me or not how you managed this?” I ask again.