“As I said, I want to marry her, settle down, live out our lives together. And I know she’s already thinking about that too.”
On Wednesday, I did take Cindy back to my apartment complex as there was one thing I had to show her that I hadn’t shared with her just yet. I surprised her by not taking her upstairs but around to the garages that some of the apartments did have access to. Escorting her to the door, I opened it up, switching on the light. There was only a box of tools and a workbench, a few boxes of crap that I’d probably end up throwing out…
And a Kawasaki Ninja ZX-10R, painted in the traditional colours of green and black.
Cindy walked around it a couple of times before smiling at me. “I didn’t know you rode.”
“I haven’t taken it out for a while now. Not since we met, anyway. I bought it brand new around three months after my divorce was finalised. I used to ride all the time when I was younger, owned an older version of the same bike, but Megan hated me riding, so once Natalie was born, I gave it up after a ‘discussion’. I was always a safe rider. Natalie has been on the back a couple of times since I bought it. She’s usually yelling at me ‘Go faster, daddy, go faster!’ Swear that child wants me to lose my licence.”
“I have a garage at my place if you want to move it.”
“I was wondering if you’d like to go for a ride one weekend. Maybe weekend after this one? Natalie is obviously coming over, and we’re going to see my family, so we won’t have the chance.”
Her face lit up. “I’d love to.”
“I have a spare helmet but not leathers. We can go buy you a pair. I’d rather you wear leathers, just in case the worst does happen.”
She pressed her body into mine. “And where would you take me?” she asked softly.
“Somewhere down south I know quite well. Very private. Because, I’ll be blunt, I’d love to fuck you outdoors. Bend you over and just…”
Couldn’t finish my sentence as she grabbed my head, dragging me down to kiss her. She ended up pressed against the wall, turning her around, lifting her skirt and teasing her with my covered erection. “Fuck,” she moaned softly.
“I’m going to fuck you senseless, stroking your cock until you just cum everywhere,” I growled into her ear, “Before I fill your arse more than once while we’re there.”
I would have fucked her then and there. We were both keen, but we agreed to never fuck without lube. It was the only downside of having anal sex, it did take a little preparation, and I hated the idea of hurting her or causing her tremendous discomfort. She felt the same way about me, we’d always take care of the other. Turning her around, lifting her hands above her head and holding them there, she gave me a look as I kissed her again, reaching under her skirt and gently grasping her cock. “You’re a tease,” she whimpered.
Meeting her eyes, I smiled at her. “I know…”
“Going to make me cum?”
“Not yet. I’m going to turn you on, then make you cum when we get home.” She groaned in frustration… then she smirked. “I’m going to cum so hard when we get home.”
“I’ll suck your cock so I swallow it all.”
“You’re a good boyfriend, Mark.”
Kissing her softly, I enjoyed the whimpers she made as I teased her until I knew she was getting close. Then I pulled away, her brow already sweaty, cheeks flushed. I tucked her cock away before taking her hand, turning off the light and closing the garage door before leading her back to the car. She dragged me inside once we were back at her place, leading me to the bedroom. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I slid down to my knees, lifted her skirt, lowered her panties, swallowing her cock.
She exploded within a couple of minutes, swallowing some of her load, keeping the rest so we could share it. We stripped off quickly after that, Cindy getting onto her knees as I quickly lubed her up, then lubed up my cock, carefully sliding it inside her. To say we then spent the rest of the night fucking like rabbits wouldn’t be far wrong. She ended up flat on her stomach at one stage, almost whimpering in tears, begging me to just fuck her as hard as I could. Naturally, I worried about hurting her, but she insisted, so I did what she wanted.
Couldn’t remember climaxing harder, though due to all the fantastic sex I was now having, many of my orgasms now just rolled into one. Cindy loved it when I relaxed above her. “I feel so safe and loved at moments like this,” she whispered. I’d nuzzle into neck, kiss her cheek, anything to make her laugh and giggle.
I didn’t tell Cindy I was taking a half-day on Friday. I drove to work and basically sat in my office drinking coffee all morning, going over some paperwork, but basically passing time until I could leave. Driving into the city as soon as I could leave, I managed to find a parking spot in one of those multi-story car parks.
The florist I’d had send Cindy flowers a few weeks back was in between the car park and the office. I was amused when the lady behind the counter seemed to remember my order. Not wanting the same bouquet, she was able to suggest something better. “You love her?” she asked.
“Yeah,” I replied. Fairly sure I blushed too, “It’s still rather new. Even worried it’s quick, but when the heart knows.”
“I’ve got something perfect for new lovers.”
She wasn’t wrong. The bouquet was colourful, fragrant, utterly gorgeous, and worth every dollar spent. Thanking her profusely, I strolled to the building where I knew Cindy worked. I hadn’t gone sneaking about, I just asked where her building was. That’s how I’d managed to send flowers originally.
Signing in at reception to grab a visitor’s pass, the company she worked for had offices across the top ten floors, asked to visit the receptionist at the bottom floor of the offices they owned before moving on. Turning up with a bouquet of flowers gained attention from the lady behind the desk. “Who are you here to see?”
“Cindy Williams?”
“Go up three floors. Turn left out of the elevator and you’ll find her eventually. Definitely going to make her day with those.” Before I turned to leave, she asked, “Are you Mark?”
“I am.”
“The girls haven’t seen Cindy so happy the entire time she’d worked here. Now I see why.”
“She means the world to me.”
Riding the elevator up three floors, I turned left and was stopped by a woman within seconds. “Who are you looking for, honey?” she asked.
“Cindy Williams.”
She pointed further along. “Just down there on the left.”
Cindy was busy typing away at her keyboard. She’d told me what she did, though was always far more interested in hearing stories about my days at the shop than the days she spent watching numbers on her computer screen. She did wear glasses while at work, and I admitted to finding her even sexier wearing them. Only at certain times…
“Delivery for Miss Williams,” I stated.
She turned, saw me, squealed, then burst into tears within about two seconds. Glancing around, I noticed heads popping up to see what was going on as I handed her the bouquet, though that ended up on her desk as she was far more interested in giving me a cuddle. “Sorry for crying,” she murmured into my chest, “I love them.”
“Good tears,” I replied softly, “Are you available for lunch?”
“I am now!” she exclaimed, giving me one hell of a kiss. Probably not entirely office appropriate but I don’t think she cared in the moment.
Asking me to wait, she hurried off, return with a jar of water that she could put the flowers in. A small crowd of women formed, so it was no surprise I was introduced. Cindy had talked about me endlessly so I had a small fan club. Cindy draped herself over me as we discussed what we’d do for lunch. Then her manager walked out, seemed to know who I was, and told Cindy to go home.
“What?” she asked, “But… what about…”
“You seriously turning down a half day?” one of her colleagues asked.
“You finished that report, Cindy. Anything else can be done on Monday. You’re free to go,” her manager added.
Cindy grabbed her handbag, the flowers, then took my hand, squeezing it rather tightly. “Bye, girls. See you on Monday!”
“Try to make it home before you have sex!” one of them called as she dragged me back towards the elevator.
“Want to fuck me in the bathroom here?” Cindy growled at me, “I need you right now, Mark.”
“Um…” She gave me a look. “Got any lube?”
“I always carry lube. I do jerk off most days at lunchtime. I’m so damned horny nowadays thanks to you.”
We ended up in a bathroom stall in the female bathroom, Cindy bending forward against the toilet, her skirt lifted up, her panties around her ankles, as I fucked her from behind. Her hair was in a ponytail, and she was loving the fact I was pulling on that too. I lifted her back so she rested against me so I could stroke her cock at the same time. “Oh my god,” she whimpered, lifting her head so I could kiss her at the same time, “You’d better fill my arse, Mark.”
“Long as you just cum everywhere in a few minutes.”
We were not alone and the fact we were fucking would have been heard. I didn’t give a shit. Cindy wasn’t even trying to be quiet, begging me to fuck her harder and faster. She eventually came first, thankfully lifting the toilet seat, pushing her forward so she could at least aim in there. She moaned so loudly, feeling her arse clench me tightly, that set off my own orgasm, using one of the sides of the stall to keep me upright as it was one hell of an orgasm.