Sarge got dressed. I got dressed and drove him home. Afterward, I drove back over to Sam’s place. I stripped down naked and climbed in bed with her. I noticed Sam had showered, changed into the new lingerie, was wearing the new fragrance, and was snuggled in a fetal position. As we spooned, I slid her panty aside and put my newfound hardness in her still wet and warm pussy.
“Mmm,” I heard her say as I pulled her close to me and kissed the back of her neck.
“Good night, baby.”
“Good night.”
Man at Work
Harold Armstrong
As darkness covers a quiet city, an overhead light brightens the kitchen of a small apartment. Derek Parker is sitting at a round, wooden table, wearing a white, V-neck T-shirt. Derek is twenty-four, six foot one, 170 pounds. He has an athletic build, a dark complexion, and a short, neatly trimmed haircut. He is a full-time student, working toward a degree in business. The table is cluttered with books and papers since Derek is cramming for a midterm exam. He is busy, taking notes, when his wife calls his name.
“Derek!”
Derek is married to his high school sweetheart, Tracy. She is twenty-four, five foot seven, with a petite frame and short, dark hair. Tracy has dimples and a deep brown complexion. She walks into the kitchen and stands over his right shoulder. She is wearing a pink chiffon baby-doll nightgown.
“Derek?”
He is still focused on his books when she taps him on the shoulder. He turns his head momentarily.
“Hey, baby.”
“Derek, I’ve been calling you.”
“Oh, sorry, I didn’t hear you.”
Derek continues to scribble notations on his yellow legal pad.
“Derek, it’s after midnight. When are you coming to bed?”
“In a minute, sweetheart.”
“You’ve been saying that for the last three hours.”
Derek flips a few pages in a textbook and continues taking notes. Tracy has a playful smile as she begins to massage his neck and shoulders.
“Can’t you at least take a break, even for a few minutes?”
“In a minute, sweetheart.”
Tracy’s smile disappears. She stands behind him with her hands on her hips, staring daggers at the back of his head. She storms out of the kitchen and seconds later, a door slam echoes through the apartment. A short time afterward, a low buzzing sound emanates from behind the bedroom door.
Meanwhile, a couple in another part of the city are having a romantic, candlelit dinner. Shayla is twenty-five, five foot six, 145 pounds. She has a medium brown complexion. She is a thick, busty girl, with long dark hair and red strands blended in with her regular hair color. She has a cute baby face and chubby cheeks. She is married to Kevin Clark. Kevin is twenty-five, six foot two, 220 pounds, with a muscular build. Kevin has a dark complexion and his entire face and head are clean shaven. Kevin is a pastry chef at a popular restaurant. He and his wife are having a special dinner to celebrate their one-year anniversary. They are very much in love and can’t help grinning at each other across the dining room table, while soft music plays on the stereo. Shayla is wearing a red strapless gown, and Kevin is wearing black on black, with a red
tie.
“How’s the roast beef, Shayla?”
“Tender and juicy, just the way I like it.” She giggles and takes a huge piece in her mouth. “I can hardly wait for dessert,” she adds.
“You won’t have to wait much longer,” he replies. “But first, may I have this dance?”
He rises from the table and extends his hand. She places her hand in his, and he helps her out of the chair. He escorts her into the living room, and they embrace, swaying back and forth to the rhythm of the music. He spends a few seconds nibbling on her earlobes, then his lips explore the slope of her neck. His hands slide up her curves, and with his fingers, he tickles the underside of her arms. She laughs and pulls away from him. He uses the moment to walk over to a nearby mobile cart and lifts the lid off a cake dish. He reveals a yellow cake frosted with white icing and topped with plump, bright red strawberries. He carefully plucks one of the strawberries off the top and carries it over to Shayla.
“Happy anniversary,” he says.
He holds it up to her lips. She takes a small bite, then invites him to take a bite. She holds the final piece between her teeth. Their lips meet and his tongue pushes the rest of the fruit down her throat. They share a long, passionate kiss. Then Shayla pulls down the top of her dress, revealing her full, ample breasts.