Sunday Morning
It took Sharon long enough to figure out what to wear. She finally settled on a light pink blouse that hugged her breasts nicely and a beige a-line skirt. Now, Sharon couldn't figure out what to do with her hair, up or down, straight or curled. She sighed. "You're not getting any younger, Raydor," she said to herself in the mirror. When did getting ready for brunch get so hard?
She looked at her watch. She was running out of time. She opened the drawer. A hair clip, just the thing she needed. She pulled her hair back and started to get her purse together: wallet, phone, mints, compact mirror, makeup, tissues.
Rusty was asleep. Like most teenagers, he didn't believe Sundays started until the afternoon.
There was a knock at the door. Sharon went to answer it, and she saw Craig waiting, looking marvelous of course. He had on a dark suit with a green-striped button down shirt. The green complimented both his eyes and his tan. Stop staring Raydor and let him in. Sharon opened the door and took a step back. Craig stepped inside and kissed her gently on the lips. "Good morning, Sweetheart."
Of course, he smelled good, really good. Sharon was beginning to regret brunch already. She just wanted to stay inside with him. "Good morning," she answered, when she finally remembered to speak. "I'll just leave Rusty a note, so he knows where I am. He's still asleep. You know, teenagers."
Craig laughed as Sharon turned to walk into the living room and grab paper and a pen. He liked watching her ass as she walked away from him. Why were we going to brunch again?
She quickly returned, and they were off. He took her to his favorite brunch place, famous for their bottomless mimosas and infinite variations of eggs benedict.
They got to the restaurant and per Craig's request, they were seated outside on the patio with a great view of the nearby river.
"They have fried chicken benedict?" Sharon was stunned. She was also halfway into her first mimosa.
"Oh! It's good," Craig answered. "Although, I prefer their chicken and waffles dish or the skirt steak benedict, yum!"
"Chicken and Waffles?" Sharon was unfamiliar with this.
"You haven't had it before. Oh it's heavenly."
The waitress came to take their orders. Craig ordered the steak and eggs and Sharon tried the chicken and waffles. Normally, she would never order something so fattening, but Craig's eyes lit up when she mentioned it. It was worth a try.
Craig also ordered coffee and a carafe of water, which was very smart of him. It was easy to drink too many mimosas at this place, since they would refill your glass at any time, not waiting for it to empty first.
Sharon was already feeling a buzz, and the food hadn't arrived yet.
The waitress came by with a basket of breakfast rolls, perfect timing. Sharon dipped hers in some olive oil. Craig covered his role in butter. They chatted about their plans for the upcoming week. Craig had a conference in Santa Monica. He was to be gone Thursday and Friday. "Are you free on Saturday?"
"I am, unless someone gets whacked."
He chuckled. "Well, provided no one gets whacked, would you like to come out for a ride on my boat?"
"I'd love too."
Rusty woke up to an empty house. During the night, he thought he heard some kind of noise, but he figured it was just a wild dream. He opened the fridge. Bacon and eggs for breakfast. He made his meal and sat down on the couch to eat. What Sharon didn't know wouldn't hurt her. He saw a note.
"Rusty, off to brunch with Craig. Call if you need anything- Sharon."
Of course. Rusty sighed. Loverboy. Underneath his snarky demeanor, he was quite happy for Sharon. He had hoped his and Brenda's plan would work, but he never thought it would work so well. Maybe they had a knack for this kind of thing. He sent Brenda a text.
"Guess who's at brunch with Loverboy?"
Brenda and Fritz were spooning. They were having a lazy Sunday morning, still embracing each other from the night before. Brenda heard a meow. Time to feed the cat. She wandered out into the kitchen and filled his bowl. She saw her phone flash on the way back to bed.
Sharon was at brunch with Craig. They just can't get enough of each other. Brenda smiled and answered. "How sweet!"
Rusty sent back an emoticon of a face sticking out his tongue. Brenda laughed. "You'll understand, when you're a grown up." Rusty hated being called a kid. Brenda knew just how to get his goat.
She curled back into bed with her husband.
"I missed you," he said as he pulled her into his arms.
"I was just feeding Joel."
Fritz fell back asleep. Brenda fell into his arms, nice and cozy.
The entrees arrived. The steak and eggs came with hash browns and the chicken and waffles came with a fruit salad and a blackberry sauce. She cut into the chicken and took a bite. It was quite tasty.
"You should try it with the blackberry sauce and with the sriracha," Craig suggested.
"Blackberries on chicken?"
"It's so good."
Sharon was skeptical, but she gave it a try. It was surprisingly tasty. The blackberry sauce had honey in it, which mellowed out the tartness and paired well with the waffle. The sriracha gave it a nice little kick.
Craig broke the yolk of his sunny-side up eggs and began to eat. The steak was medium-rare, just how he liked it. This was a man's breakfast. Meat and potatoes. The best.
The waitress came to refill Sharon's glass. Sharon decided this would be her last one. Hopefully, no one got murdered today because she was in no mood to work. The patio was a lovely place to have brunch. The sun caught the light in Craig's hair perfectly. Sharon could just picture next weekend: Craig steering a boat, wind and sun in his hair, muscles glistening in the sun. The image made her smile.
The waitress came by, and Craig asked for the check. He paid it, while Sharon was staring off into space. When she came to, the waitress had already gone by. She didn't need him to pay for her, not that it wasn't appreciated.
They walked out hand and hand to the car. They both paused before getting inside, neither of them wanting the date to end. His arms wrapped around her waist, and he kissed her gently.
"I wish we could spend the day together," he told her.
"Why can't we?"
Craig didn't have an answer, so he simply kissed her again. They held each other for a moment, well several moments before they got into the car.
He drove to his house. He couldn't help but steal glances at her as he drove. Her skirt was starting to ride up her thigh. He pulled into his driveway. The house looked lovely in the daylight. Craig got Sharon's door, and they went inside.
He asked her if she wanted coffee. She said yes, and he started to brew it. They waited in the kitchen, not really talking, just stealing glances at one another.
"How badly did you want that coffee?"
"Not that badly."
They began making out instantaneously, her lips tasting like champagne. Sharon's hands got entangled with Craig's messy locks and Craig's hands found their way to Sharon's ass, grasping and groping her furiously.
He walked forwards, sending her backwards and within seconds, he had her on the kitchen table and began unbuttoning her blouse. He covered her in kisses as he hiked up her skirt and with one swift motion, he pulled off her panties and tossed them aside. She sat in front of him, half dressed and hair all disheveled. The sunlight shone inside from the windows. Sharon looked absolutely radiant. On Friday, it was pretty dark in his bedroom, but now, he could see her, all of her, well almost all of her.
He unclasped her bra and pulled it off. He greedily sucked Sharon's left nipple into his mouth and began to massage her right breast.
"Ohhh!" Sharon cried out as she enjoyed his work.
As he started to kiss her down her stomach, he could sense her excitement. She had a way of twitching underneath him. He slowed down, wanting to draw this moment out as long as he could. He left a slow trail of kisses across her hips and down her legs. He began to kiss her ankles and nip his way to her inner thighs, which parted instinctively for him.
Sharon looked up to see her curly-haired lover between her legs. The sunlight made his hair glow and cast his muscles in a shadow, making them appear even larger. He gave her a toothy grin as he bent over her, moving closer to her center. He reveled in the familiar smell and taste of pure femininity and began to slowly lick her.
Sharon's toes curled under as he got to work. Twice in one weekend, Sharon could really get used to this. Craig explored his lover's inner folds, quickly, but gently licking away at her as he caressed her with his fingers. She had a warm, velvety feel, and he wanted to explore her further. He pushed her legs up so her calves rested on his shoulders, and he burrowed his way into her wetness: licking, sucking, poking and prodding her.
"Ahhhhh!" Sharon grunted and growled as Craig had his way with her. She was completely exposed: lights on, naked on top of his kitchen counter, the cold granite sending chills down her spine. Her body was hot and cold at the same time, the sensations driving her mad.
Craig loved everything about devouring his lover: the way she tasted, the way she moaned and groaned for more, they way her hips rose to match his movements and her calves tried to pull him closer. He wanted her to scream, no to beg, for him. He abruptly stopped and pulled away from him. Her eyes were huge. He slowly began to rub her clit, his eyes never leaving hers.
"You like this don't you."
"Oh God!" Her heart was racing, and her body was on fire.
"Tell me how much you want it."
Sharon was unable to speak but her body said it all. Her eyes were fixated on his, sweat was dripping from her neck, her breath was short, and she just whimpered. Finally she managed to get out a, "please."
"Please what Baby."
"Please, devour me." Sharon's voice was soft, but her eyes were loudly begging for me.
He flicked her nub with his tongue. "You want me to eat you?" he teased.
She nodded vigorously.
He sucked her into his mouth, his tongue tracing patterns on her bundle of nerves.
"OH FUCK!" she screamed.
He resumed his work, sucking and fingering her.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she yelled as his fingers found her g-spot and began to rub. Her hips were thrashing, her calves pressing into his back, and her screams got louder and louder. Craig drove himself into her, sucking her clit and fucking her with his fingers until she erupted all over his face. He kept going licking and sucking furiously until she came for him again. He pulled his mouth away but he kept his fingers inside of her, moving them in and out as she screamed and cursed through another orgasm. Finally, she collapsed on the counter.
He withdrew from her, his hands all sticky. Sharon was panting on the counter, heaving and completely out of breath. He grinned as he sucked her juices off of his fingers. Then he sloppily kissed his lover. Sharon was his new favorite dessert.
Speaking of dessert, Rusty was eating a giant banana split. Brenda invited him out to ice cream. When she heard Sharon was on another date, it proved to be the perfect time to get some juicy details.
"So they went out to brunch. What was she wearing?"
"Dunno. I was asleep when she left."
"Asleep!" How was she supposed to get any details out of him. "Did she say when she would be back?"
"No. She just left a note. He picked her up though. Her car was in the driveway."
"Did she say where she went?"
"Nope."
"How am I supposed to pry into her private life with so little do go on?"
"You're the detective."
Brenda shook her head. Well, the trip wasn't a total bust. This ice cream was really good. Brenda noticed something out of the corner of her eye. She turned and saw a beautiful woman, tall, black, wearing a very expensive skirt suit. Her hair was done up and she wore pearl earrings and had on an expensive watch. She looked like a million bucks. She must have noticed Brenda staring because she quickly approached.
"Do I know you from somewhere?"
"Oh. Where are my manners? No, it's just that your outfit is exquisite." Brenda knew Gabriel had a penchant for nice clothes and who wouldn't like a beautiful woman in very nice clothes. Brenda had to investigate further.
The woman quickly smiled; of course, she had perfect teeth as well. "Oh thank you. My name's Angela."
"Brenda," she said weakly as she shook her hand. "And this is Rusty."
Rusty had his face buried in ice cream and suddenly looked up. "Oh hi."
Angela giggled. Rusty had ice cream all over his face. "Do you come here often?"
"I wish. I try to keep off of sugar," Brenda answered, which was true, kind of.
Rusty snickered and Brenda kicked him under the table.
"Don't we all." Angela licked her cone. She went with a modest scoop of German chocolate ice cream.
The two women got to chatting. Angela owned her own restaurant in Hollywood. It was a surf and turf establishment with a focus on local produce and sustainable harvesting. If they could make it from scratch, they did. Even the drinks at the bar were made from freshly squeezed juice. "If I had a still, I'd make the liquor too," Angela joked.
Brenda laughed. "Well, I'm sure your restaurant is lovely." It sounded amazing. They had a new menu every season and they brought in top chefs from around the world to create new specials.
"You should come by." Angela gave her a card. "Just call me when you want to come, and I'll save you a table."
"Why thank you." Brenda could feel the beginning of a plan forming in her mind.
Angela got a phone call. She had to go back to the restaurant. Her head chef and her day manager have gotten into it, again.
"Well, it was nice meeting you, Brenda and Rusty." She was off.
Brenda had a grin on her face. "You know what this means don't you," She said to Rusty.
"You get to spend a night eating dinner at a place you can't afford," Rusty answered.
"No silly. We have just found our match for Gabriel."
Rusty sighed. Brenda was relentless. "Well, if her food tastes as good as she looks, Gabriel better get with her."
Brenda looked at him.
"What?"
After they were done with their waters, Brenda drove Rusty home. Sharon still hadn't gotten back. Hmmm!
Brenda drove home to her awaiting husband. She greeted him with a kiss, and he pulled her into the apartment, closing the door behind her.
Craig and Sharon were in a passionate embrace. Her legs were wrapped around his hips and he had one hand on her back and another on her ass. She moaned into his ear as he gnawed on her neck. He pinned her to the wall, eager to take her again.
"Could we get to a bed?" she softly whispered into his ear. Sex all over the house was fun, but Sharon didn't think her back could take it. He picked her up like a newlywed and carried her to his bed. They quickly began kissing and touching. Sharon began nibbling on Craig's bottom lip. They rustled and tussled, both eager to attack the other with kisses. Sharon reached into the drawer for a condom and put it on him. She then grabbed the bed sheet and pounced on him, pulling him under the covers. He grabbed onto her ass, guiding his way into her tight cunt.
She growled as he pushed his way inside of her and gripped the sheets tightly as he began to thrust. Her back was arched and her beasts bounced in a delicious fashion as he pounded her into oblivion.
"OHHH FUCK! FUCK ME!" she cried. She loved the feeling of him inside of her. He had an amazing body, and he knew exactly how to use it. He angled her hips, so her clit rubbed against his pelvic bone, driving her insane. He loved hearing her beg for more, and he really wanted to make her scream. He grabbed her hips and flipped her over, so she was on her hands and knees. His arms wrapped around her waist, and his lips crashed into her neck, his teeth sinking into her flesh.
He got closed to her ear and hissed, "I'm gonna fuck you until you can't see straight." And with that, he grabbed her hips and began to fuck her, driving his hips at a perfect tempo. Weight lifting made him quite strong, and the years he spent surfing gave him a lot of endurance. He was built to fuck.
Sharon was very vocal, groaning, hissing, cursing, shouting as his hips slammed into her ass. She hadn't been pounded like this, well, ever. Normally, she was not a girl to get down on her hands and knees, but she wanted Craig to have her however he liked. He pulled her close, his lips finding her ear, and he abruptly slapped her ass. He alternated sides, giving her a thorough spanking as he had her. Sharon shouted loudly, but she drove her hips into him, trying to get more. His slaps stung but the aftershocks made her delirious with pleasure. Soon, his hand slipped down and began rubbing her clit.
He rubbed her aggressively until she came, and then he flipped her over again and continued his assault on her tender flesh. Her ankles rested on his shoulders as he gripped her tightly and drove himself into her. Sharon could barely think straight, her mind and body overtaken. Craig was virile, aggressive and very talented, and Sharon was in for a long afternoon.
They fucked several times in many positions. Her favorite was when he pulled to the edge of the bed. He stood in front of her, holding her hips in the air as he pounded away. Her ankles rested on her shoulders, which gave her legs a much needed stretch.
After many orgasms, they collapsed on the bed both covered in sweat and bite marks. He pulled her close and kissed her neck. Her hand found his, and she closed her eyes.