Smiling at Our Copulation

I received a text from Rhonda earlier that day:

last appt w/ client @ 7

8:30?

I quickly responded and confirmed our rendezvous for 8:30 that evening at her office. At the appointed hour, I arrived at the nondescript office building. I called Rhonda, and she came down to let me in. She greeted me with a hug and asked if I wanted a bottle of water. I followed her up the darkened stairway and into her modest office. We were the only ones there.

It wasn’t the first time we made such an arrangement. Because she had a young son, Rhonda had to make arrangements to care for him. (Although she was adept at quickly finding a friend to babysitter at the last minute when she really craved sex. Then there was the time we were having sex at her place after her son had gone to bed. I heard footsteps approaching the bedroom, followed by a cry of “Mommy!” Neither of us wanted the boy to see his mommy getting fucked, so we hurriedly disengaged.) So we occasionally arranged encounters at the office where she worked as a therapist.

That night she seemed especially frisky. Rhonda had an impish smile on her face. Her erotic energy was palpable. Without any words being spoken, she hugged me again and strained her neck to reach up and kiss me. I planted a wet, sloppy kiss on her lips. Burning with desire myself, I unbuttoned Rhonda’s thin sweater, then lifted her tank top off her. I unclasped her bra, which she let fall to the floor. Her nipples were visibly hard. Rhonda didn’t require much foreplay to get “warmed up.” I unzipped her slacks and pulled them down. After she stepped out of them, I tugged on the elastic of her baby blue panties, revealing some of her bush. Then I pulled her panties off. I rubbed her smooth ass, eliciting a “Mmmm” from her. Her hand gently grabbed my crotch through my pants. “What are you going to do with this?” she teased. She could be so slutty. Suddenly she unzipped my pants. I was already standing at attention. Our tongues darted in each other’s mouth. She threw a blanket over the couch. She lay back on the couch, spreading her legs apart, opening that sacred space between her thighs.

“When a girl spreads her legs, her secrets fly away like butterflies.”

 Mauvais Sang

I pulled apart her labia and slowly fingered her. She was already sopping wet. She moaned a bit. A faint but unmistakable musky scent entered my nostrils. As my hard-on throbbed, I couldn’t wait any longer. I slid my cock into her warm pussy as she wrapped her legs tightly around me. She whimpered as my manhood filled her, pumping in and out of her. I felt her moisture and her pleasure. I kissed her on the lips as I fucked her. Rivulets of sweat ran down our naked bodies. Her face was contorted, as if she was in beautiful agony. Having reached the threshold of climax, I fucked her with tortuous intensity.

As I enjoyed Rhonda, I spied a small statue of the Buddha on a shelf. He was looking down at us, smiling at our copulation.