by Silke Ming
“The meeting this evening seems very important,” said Josie.
“It is. We’ve got some Eastern Europeans, Middle Eastern, and African guests in town. There’s a very crucial and important topic on the agenda. All in the day-to-day life of a social worker and the trials that go along with it! And one more thing, Josie, if my mother comes by, don’t let her in. You know how she feels about you. Don’t give her anything to hold against you.”
Josephine knew what Gypsy’s mother thought about people who looked like her. She knew that Gypsy had stood up to her parents when she told them Josie was going to be her roommate. They were polite to each other but Josephine made herself scarce whenever they came over. There was no love lost between the two women. Gypsy’s father was not so rigid, but when his wife was around, he, too, showed complete indifference toward her.
She put them out of her mind and her thoughts fell on the handsome Richard. What was she going to wear? As if clothes mattered! After two minutes, he would have her out of them, anyway. She chose a pair of shorts and an oversize top.
“This ought to get him excited,” she said, pushing up her breasts.
She paced the apartment like a caged animal, all the while feeling the moistness increase between her legs. Seven o’clock came and he still hadn’t shown up. Then it suddenly dawned on her that he didn’t have her telephone number. Would he remember the address? She thought it best to call security to let them know that she was expecting him. Shortly after eight, the telephone rang. A call from security! A sweet ached crept in between her legs. Shrek was there. She stood at the door and waited for his knock. When it came, she waited for a few seconds, not wanting him to know how excited she was to see him again. She opened the door and to her surprise he was standing there, not at all looking like the cowboy she met the night before. Without his cowboy hat and clothing, she wouldn’t have recognized him. His lips were lovely, his hair not as dark as she remembered, and his eyes seemed much greener. She tried to be cool, but she was sure he could see and feel her beating heart.
“Well hello, Josie,” he said, his dimples forming deep pools in his cheeks.
“Hello, Shrek. You certainly look different.”
“I have been thinking of your succulent lips all day. Care to share them with me?” he asked moving closer to her.
“I see no reason why I shouldn’t,” she said, closing the door and resting her back against it.
He stepped up to her and lifted her chin. His tongue traced the curve of her bottom lip and he lifted her by her buttocks, bringing her face-to-face with him. His tongue slid inside her mouth, and she responded to him, engaging his soft tongue.
“Uhhh,” he moaned, sucking on hers.
She responded, drawing him even deeper into her mouth.
“Happy to see me?” he asked. “You look so sexy in your shorts.”
“Thanks,” she said, guiding him to the couch. “Where’s your cowboy getup?”
“I didn’t have a chance to go home. I never wear cowboy clothing,” he said.
“But you were wearing them last night. Hiding from anyone, Shrek?”
“Yes, but it’s not you,” he replied, as one hand moved under her oversize blouse. “Love this top.”
Soon both hands were under the top and his lips covered hers, devouring them. Lifting the top, his focus was her luscious breasts.
“Nice and brown and sexy,” he said, as he worked his fingers around her nipples. “Am I turning you on?”
“You are making me wet!” she replied, eyes closed and her head on the back of the couch.
“That’s the idea, Fiona,” he murmured. “That’s the idea, so relax and enjoy it.”
His lips covered one nipple and then other. He squeezed them together and licked each one, starting underneath, circling her brown peaks before moving to the solid flesh, which he drew into his mouth. She grabbed his hair and ran her hand through the silkiness as he continued the onslaught. Her chest rose up to meet him, allowing him to fill his mouth with her sweet brown flesh.
“Love these milk containers,” he said, gnawing on her nipples and filling her with ecstasy. “Are we alone?”
“Yes,” she said, as if intoxicated, although she hadn’t consumed any alcoholic beverages.
She raised her arms, and her top fell to the floor. He stared at her breasts and then gazed into her brown eyes.
“I want these to be mine,” he said, kneading her breasts.
What was he saying? Did he want them to start going out together? Was he asking for a monogamous relationship? That could be problematic since they had only known each other for less than twenty four hours.
He pushed her hand down to his fly, guiding it up and down the rigid piece of steel that lay hidden behind his trousers. Touching him made her even wetter. She could feel the moistness increase between her legs, as her clit throbbed in anticipation.
“How about some dinner?” he asked. “Haven’t had a chance to eat all day.”
“Right now?” she asked.
“First I will eat you and then I will eat dinner.”
The thought of his head clenched firmly between her legs aroused her.
“What do you think of that?” he asked, as his hand descended into her shorts.
“Sounds delicious.”
She writhed as his fingers delved down into her shorts and stroked her wet pussy.
“Yum,” he said, pushing his hand down to her entrance.
She spread her legs and he moved his fingers up and down her cleft, exciting her.
“Let’s go to your room,” he said, pulling his hand out from her shorts and sucking on his fingers. “You taste good.”
Behind the bedroom door, he opened the snap on his trousers and pushed them to the floor. His shirt followed and lastly his boxer shorts. Josephine had already removed her shorts and waited impatiently.
“Open your legs,” he said, staring at her.
He knelt in front of her and placed her feet on his shoulders. His fingers moved around on her clit, and his eyes, focusing on her crevice, increased her arousal. She lifted her hips and exhaled deeply, while he titillated her with his fingers.
“I love the way you respond to me. I want to kiss you,” he said.
“I want that, too,” she whispered.
“Then go ahead and ask me.”
“Please kiss me, Shrek,” she said.
“Where would you like me to kiss you?”
“Here,” she said, pushing his hand between her thighs.
“I want you to tell me what you want, Fiona.”
“I want you to lick my pussy,” she said squirming.
The words had excited him and he dived into her, tongue first. He pulled her buttocks to him and his face disappeared between her legs. She could hear the popping and sloshing sounds that emanated from his mouth. He lifted his head and their eyes met. She groaned, such was the pleasure rippling between her thighs, and he sucked harder, totally overwhelmed by the eroticism of the picture in front of him. He sat up, moved to the edge of the bed, and pulled her in front of him. His cock was so hard, she was sure he must be in pain. He cupped his balls with one hand, while he explored her pussy with the other.
“Straddle me,” he said.
She opened her legs just inches away from his erection. He stared at her nakedness, his mouth open.
“Sit on me,” he said.
She brought her body down over his erection and he eased it into her. Impaling herself on his cock, she rode him, slowly at first and then increased the momentum. The sound coming from the rubbing of their parts together filled the room with popping noises. He lifted her up and down on his stalwart cock, and she rocked herself into him. The friction on her clit increased her pleasure. Shamelessly, she galloped as if on horseback until she came, calling out his name.
“I can’t get enough of you,” he murmured, as she sat motionless, his cock still deeply embedded inside her. “I want to fuck you every minute of every day.”
“Me, too,” she whispered.
“Suck me, Fiona,” he begged.
“What do I get in return?” she asked, teasing him as she dropped to her knees.
“Let me surprise you.”
She licked his crown with the tip of her tongue and he watched as she circled it, removing the drop of essence which had appeared on the tip. His wet cock slid between her lips and entered her mouth, disappearing. She stared up at him, pulling it out and just keeping the crown inside. She then sucked it in again.
“Deeper, Fiona, deeper,” he shouted, his body shivering from the pleasure being exerted on it.
His gaze was fastened on her lips as she continued to suck his broad head. Allowing her tongue to run up and down the entire shaft, she stopped just at the curve of his balls. He grabbed her head and gyrated wildly until they both fell to the floor, his cock still deep inside her mouth. She submitted herself to him, to his wants and his desires. He pulled his cock out and rotated it over her lips. She held it in both hands and stroked it, staring at it as if mesmerized. He slipped it in and out of her mouth, making popping sounds with each extraction.
He gave himself willingly to her and allowed her to milk him dry. Passion surged through her body. She could feel the strength behind his thrusts and knew he would soon reach an orgasm. Long rapid strokes sent him barrelling over the edge. He came, filling her mouth with his sweet juices. Holding onto her head, he thrust himself deeper until the last strong spasms left him weak, and he collapsed beside her on the floor.
“Get on your knees,” he said, pulling her off the floor and sucking the saltiness from her mouth.
He positioned her on the edge of the bed, her buttocks high in the air, and parted her legs. His long tongue licked her buttocks and worked its way into her succulent pussy. She only realized he had another erection when he pulled her cheeks apart and thrust himself into her. She gasped and bucked until once again, she came. Soon he too came, filling her with his cum.
“I love doing this to you,” he said, as she choked his dick with her muscles.
She did not reply. She lay exhausted, face down across the bed until he turned her over, smiling and caressing her body with warm kisses.
“What was the name on your arm?” she whispered.
“It’s not important.”
She realized he had no desire to speak of it. If he had gone to the trouble of having it removed, that meant it was something that had been important and had perhaps really hurt him.
“What do you do, Josie?”
“I am a real estate broker. And you?” she asked.
“I’m a cowboy.”
“Are you one of those bad women who insist on tossing the less fortunate out of their homes?”
“It is depressing, but I have no choice. I however do as much as I can to help them.”
“You told me you had to get away from your work. Is that the reason why?”
“Yes. It is hard to see those poor people being left homeless by greed.”
He pulled her close to him and held her tightly.
“Beneath these two beautiful breasts lies a big, wonderful heart,” he said, his eyes closed.
They snuggled together and continued to converse with each other.
Chapter Three
“Time to go,” he said, kissing her full on the lips.
“What time is it?”
“It’s almost two. I’ve got a hard day ahead of me later.”
“Will I see you tomorrow?” she asked.
“Let’s go out and have dinner,” he replied.
“Dinner!” she exclaimed. “I forgot I wanted to make you a sandwich. You must be starving.”
“I’ll be all right. I couldn’t have asked for a more delicious dinner,” he said, lightly touching her clit.
“You don’t want to do that and then leave me,” she said, opening her legs.
“I would love to fuck you again,” he said, moving his finger up and down between her thighs, causing her to lift her hips.
“You are a greedy one,” he said, stroking her clit, “but I must go. Can I call you?”
She wrote her name, cell phone and home number on a piece of paper and handed it to him. She handed him another piece of paper and he stared at her.
“There’s nothing on it.”
“Then you’d better write something on it.”
He laughed. He wasn’t thinking clearly when she handed him the second piece of paper.
“Richard Schreck?” she asked, staring at the piece of paper. “So your name really is Schreck.”
“That’s me,” he said standing up and gazing down at her naked, spent body. “I’ll pick you up around eight o’clock for dinner. Put on a real pretty dress.”
“Somehow I thought it was a joke when you said your name was Shrek. I automatically thought you were referring to the movie,” she said.
“No joking here,” he replied. “My name is Richard Schreck.”
She stared at him, studying him.
“What are you thinking about?” he asked. “Anything you want to share with me?”
“Yes, I was just thinking about something, but nothing that I care to share.”
She smiled. Three nights in a row she was going to be with him and she couldn’t wait. She didn’t really want to go out for dinner. She wanted as much of him as she could, because she had no idea how long the relationship would last. He had given her life again. But what did he mean when he said he wanted to see her every day? It was beautiful while it lasted, so it didn’t matter at that moment. Still naked, she sprawled across the bed and slept.
When she opened her eyes, the sun was filtering through her bedroom window. She turned over and rested her head on another pillow. She could smell him. She could smell Richard Schreck. Hugging the pillow closer, she snuggled and closed her eyes. Was she falling in love with him? He might hurt me, just like Mike did, she thought. Now she lived for her work, work which she detested because of the hardship it brought to so many people. People who looked just like her!
Enjoy him while it lasts, a little voice whispered in her ear.
“Yes, I certainly will,” she said jumping out of bed and going to her closet. “What am I going to wear? He said I should look pretty.”
Lying in the bath tub, she allowed the warm water to cool her aching muscles. In the past three days, she had used muscles she had forgotten about, but it was worth the pain. Her cell phone rang and she reached from the tub and picked it up.
“Well, hello,” said the baritone voice. “I wanted you to know I was thinking about you.”
“What a coincidence! I was thinking about you, too,” she said eagerly.
“So what are you doing?”
“I’m taking a bath.”
“Are you naked, Josie?” his voice dropping even lower.
“I’m not in the habit of taking a bath fully clothed,” she said giggling. “Of course I’m naked.”
“Wish I was there with you. Are you feeling me?”
“Yes, Richard. I’m feeling you,” she said closing her eyes.
“Where are you feeling me?”
“Right here between my legs, Richard!”
“Are you touching yourself?”
“Do you want me to?”
“Yes,” he replied in a raspy voice.
“I am doing it now,” she replied
“What are you doing, Josie?”
“My fingers are between my legs. I am playing with myself.”
“Does it feel good, Josie?”
“Yes,” she said breathlessly. “Yes.”
“Tell me how you feel.”
“It feels good, just like when you touch me.”
“Are you coming?”
“Not yet, but I feel so good,” she cooed, her eyes closed tightly.
“Josie,” he said in a stern voice. “Are you listening to me?”
“Yes.”
“Stop it and remove your hand,” he said in a commanding voice.
“Save it for me for tonight.”
She did not reply.
“Josie? Are you still there?”
“Yes, I am still here.”
“Are you still stroking yourself?”
“No, you’ve spoiled the moment.”
“I’ll make it up to you tonight. I want you hot and sizzling. You can stay at my place. That way we will have privacy. Will you do that?”
“I’ll think about it.”
“I know you’ll come to my place, Josie, but don’t bring any pajamas, ” he said with a laugh. “You won’t need them, but bring another outfit in case we decide to go out.”
Her heart skipped a beat. Did that mean she would be spending the weekend with him?
“What time should I be ready?”
“Let’s make it a little earlier. Six thirty.”
“See you then.”
“And Josie, don’t do it! Save it for me for later.”
She was hot with desire. He had built her up and then allowed her to fall flat on her face. She touched herself and the response was pure ecstasy. He had aroused her dormant libido. She closed her eyes and began to pleasure herself. Her eyes glazed over and she threw one leg over the rim of the bath tub and gyrated to her fingers. Her passion knew no limits. Her tongue traced her lips greedily and her body jerked, splashing water all over the bathroom floor. She groaned as hot spasms engulfed her body and she came, spitting out all kinds of obscenities. She rested for a while and when she opened her eyes her hand was still tucked tightly between her legs. She thought about Richard and what she had just done. He would never know!
* * * *
It was three o’clock, and time for the news. This was a habit she had acquired from her teenage years. Whenever she was at home, she always watched the news at three o’clock. She switched on the TV and listened to the moderator while searching the closet for something to wear. She pulled a black-and-white dress out which had always brought her many compliments, changed her mind, and chose a green one instead. She felt that went better with her skin color and returned the first one to the closet.
“Shoes,” she said aloud, bending down to choose a pair.
She heard that familiar voice. It was Richard’s voice and she hurried back to the TV. The moderator’s face was on the screen and she waited. Richard’s face also appeared and she sat down to listen. They were standing in a corridor in front of a heavy mahogany door with “Schreck & Schreck, Attorneys at Law” emblazoned across it. She couldn’t believe that her Shrek, the man who had kissed her all over in the privacy of her bedroom, was that handsome attorney whose face now appeared on the television screen. He looked extremely delicious in his three-piece suit, his six-foot frame towering over the smaller reporter. Seeing him during the daylight hours made her heart skip a couple beats. But why did he pretend to be a cowboy? What was his reason? The reporter asked him a few questions regarding a criminal case, the answers to which he couldn’t divulge.
