Eve rushed out with Angie following more slowly. Cait and Monica stood up, and after leaving a few more bills on the table, Monica hugged her quickly. Then, leaving Monica behind, smiling at the spontaneous gesture, Cait too headed out into the heat.
This is becoming something really nice, Monica thought. She asked for the check, counted the money already on the table, added what she needed to, and walked down the ramp toward her car, a wide smile lighting her face.
Chapter
7
Eve had seen the familiar phone number on the screen of her cell phone and had hustled out of the diner. Mike. “Hi,” she said into the phone. “Hang on a minute.” Dashing across the street to the 3Cs parking lot, she unlocked her car and almost tumbled in. “Hi, baby.” The interior was boiling hot so she started the engine and turned the air conditioner on full blast.
“Well, hi yourself,” the familiar voice said. “What was that all about?”
She tried to catch her breath. “I was having coffee with a few of the women from my yoga class. You remember. I told you about that. That’s why I suggested you call on my cell.”
“Oh, yeah. Right. Listen, I only have a minute. Tuesday?”
What do you think? “Of course, baby.”
“Good. While I’m at home over the weekend I like to look forward to our little get-togethers.”
Get-togethers? Why do I do this to myself? “I look forward to them, too.”
“Okay. Gotta run. See you in the office on Monday.”
“Call me again if you get—” But he’d already hung up.
Why indeed? She thought back to the previous Tuesday. The desk clerk at the small hotel they frequented knew them well and quickly supplied her with the key to their usual room. Mike’s company credit card number was already on file. She unlocked the door and set her purse and a paper bag on the dresser. The room was a little seedy but the air conditioner worked and the beds were comfortable. And, she thought with a small smile, they didn’t squeak. The furnishings were strictly utilitarian, the standard flowered bedspread with matching drapes, pale tan ersatz wooden dresser and nightstands, and industrial brown and beige carpeting.
The bathroom was plain white tile, with the usual individually wrapped soaps and little bottles of shampoo. From time to time, Mike took a quick shower, always forgetting to bring the toiletries into the stall. “Hand me the shampoo. That is, of course, unless you can’t find real poo.” Then he’d laugh at his joke for the dozenth time.
Today she’d brought delicatessen, pastrami on rye with cole slaw and Russian dressing for Mike, and roast beef on rye for herself. She pulled two diet sodas from the bag, and leaving the door slightly ajar, went to the end of the hall and filled the ice bucket.
When she returned Mike was already digging into the second half of his sandwich. “We’ve only got about half an hour,” he said, his mouth full. “I’ve got a meeting with the Madrid people at one-thirty.”
Of course, she knew about the meeting. She’d arranged it. “I know, but even just a half an hour is worth it.”
Mike crammed the entire remainder of his sandwich into his mouth. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he looked so cute, Eve thought, with his receding hairline and black-framed glasses. Maybe he’s not much, but he’s mine every Tuesday. Slowly she pulled her plain black sweater off over her head and watched his eyes. She knew she was a little chubby but he seemed content with her body, looking her over, his gaze heating.
“Oh, Eve, I love watching you undress.” He started to stand but she pressed down on his shoulders, keeping him seated. “Mmm.”
She slowly unzipped her skirt and allowed it to fall to the floor. Now she was wearing only a lacy black bra and panty set she’d bought the previous week just for him, thigh-high stockings, and a pair of three-inch spike heels she’d borrowed from the supply of samples they kept on hand in the stockroom. She folded her glasses and put them on the bedside table. She loved it when he looked a little fuzzy while they made love, sort of like seeing him through an oiled lens, as they did in the movies sometimes.
He reached forward and cupped his hands over her hips, slowly drawing her toward him. “You look great,” he said, making her feel like a million dollars. “Really great.”
He buried his face in her belly, inhaling deeply, obviously enjoying the scent of her body. When he unhooked her bra, her large breasts spilled out. As he filled his hands with her, kneading her flesh and pinching her nipples, she couldn’t keep the grin from her face, knowing how much he loved the feel of her breasts. She leaned down and he took one nipple in his mouth, suckling, pulling hard, driving shafts of pleasure through her body to her now-wet crotch.
As sucking sounds filled her ears, he pulled down her panties and buried his fingers deep inside her, making her knees buckle with ecstasy. He knew just how to please her, now rubbing her erect clit while placing wet kisses all over her bosom. Although the pattern of their lovemaking was always the same, her body responded to it as if it were the first time, opening to him, igniting all her senses.
As he drove his fingers into her she unbuttoned his shirt and removed his slacks, reveling at the look and feel of him. Even his scent was intoxicating. Quickly they were on the bed, Mike naked, with her wearing just her thigh-high stockings and heels. “Do it for me, baby,” he growled.
She knew exactly what he liked so she scrambled over him and licked the length of his cock, making him slippery. Then she knelt above him and cradled his erection between her breasts. She rubbed his shaft in the deep valley over and over, frequently licking drops of pre-come from the tip. She reveled in his moans of pleasure.
She knew just how much he could take before he came between her breasts, so she pulled away and grabbed a condom from where she’d put it on the bedside table. She unrolled it over him, then lay back as he climbed on top of her. When he was fully lodged inside of her, she felt his fingers between her legs, finding her clit and stroking. He was such a considerate lover, always making sure that she came before he did. Since she was so aroused, it only took a moment until spasms rocked her and had her entire body pulsing around his large cock.
“I love it that you’re always so ready for me,” he said, panting. “Makes me feel like quite a stud.”
“You are, baby,” she said, barely able to gasp out the words.
“Tell me,” he said, thrusting and withdrawing slowly.
“You’re so good, so hot, so big. I just love feeling you inside me.”
“I love your big beautiful tits and I love your hot pussy. My cock in your pussy.” His voice rose as his four-letter words had their effect on him. “I love fucking you.” Then he screamed as he came.
When he’d calmed a little, he said, “God, baby, that was fabulous. You make me so hot that it’s hard to wait.” He chuckled. “Hard to wait. I get hard, all right.” He waddled into the bathroom, grabbed a handful of tissues, and cleaned himself up.
He showered and dressed quickly, finally zipping his pants. He poured soda into two glasses, added ice, and handed one to her where she lay, still stretched out on the bed. He downed most of the
