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Gloria Hole

• Herausgeber: Books on Demand
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Serie: Erotic Short Stories - Erotic Novel
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2021

Seitenzahl: 319

Beschreibung

Always experience the same sex stories? No thanks. Women, men and couples experience sensational erotic stories with other people. Pleasure and satisfaction are at the center. These sex stories are for adults, in english and uncensored. Gloria Hole has been living in Hamburg for many years. She worked there as a whore. To this day, she makes the hearts of the men beat faster. With great sensitivity, she understands how to pass on her experiences to young men. She is known as a teacher for young men who want to learn the arts of love. With a lot of passion and genuine desire, she is part of it and is still pursuing her old profession as a hobby. Many men have lost their innocence. She is not a professional writer. Rather, it is a private concern to let other people participate in these sex stories or even to encourage themselves to become active. Meanwhile, she had written many sex stories about and for sexual open-minded people. Sex and erotic short stories in English, from 18 years, are their great passion. Especially from the areas: Analsex, Groupsex, Cuckold, Femdom, Outdoorsex, Swingersex, Wifesharing, Dirty Talk, Milf and Omasex. For her there is no taboo. She also likes to write about mature men and young women, school girls (the girls are over 18), the first time sex, outgoings, fling and lesbian love. Erotic must be porn, uncensored and hardcore for her. Written in a clear and expressive language. Sex stories must be like a porn for the head to the reader. This is exactly what is going on in my sex books. Erotic books the man and woman make sharp. Content: Erotic stories | Sex stories | erotic ebooks | Erotic Ebook | Erotic novel | Erotic novels | Sex History | Sex and erotic from 18 years | uncensored in English | Erotic romance | Sex story | erotic short stories | erotic love stories | uncensored

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Hardcore Sex Stories - 2 - Sex Is The Most Important Thing In The World

Saving The Pussy

Gloria...when I was in sales I would always be assigned the new, inexperienced customer service reps; I had a record of being an excellent trainer, would coach them into being the best in the office, and then they would be reassigned to some other sales rep who was barely competent and needed a highly competent customer service rep to keep his business together. Every one was young, female, attractive and too often, very interested in bagging a six figure sales rep or up and coming young manager---many did. I appreciated the complement from my boss, but was often frustrated at always having to be in training mode.

Gloria came on board right out of college; over educated for the job and very bright, she had interviewed for a management, entry-level job, wasn't seen as quite up to the task and agreed to take an hourly job; it was conveniently located to her home and there was the promise of a reevaluation down the road. Since she was bright and had a first class education from a top name university, she learned astoundingly quickly and became a superb customer service rep.

I never fooled around with the office staff; they were all gossips, it would have been bad for morale and most were little more than shop girls. Gloria was different. My first marriage was also on its last legs; my ex and I were separated, divorce was imminent and I probably shared more of my frustration with Gloria, who was not a shop girl, than I should have. We would banter very non-sexually on the phone, she was the classic girl next door, and I grew to have a genuine affection for her. I'd see her in the office several times a week and occasionally take her on the road to meet our customers. She was around five six, with small breasts and an athletic body from college soccer and cheerleading. Her phone voice was fantastic and all of our customers loved her. She had dirty blond hair and a cute, if not beautiful face. She never came on to me or me to her. I respected her immensely and the respect was mutual.

I had met her parents and had no question in my mind that she was a nice girl. The guy who finally married her was a young, good looking guy in the sales force. He fell head over heels in love with her; he once told me that she wouldn't let him get in her pants until they were married. I went to her wedding; her family was prominent locally and it was a huge and lavish affair. I was protective of her when it came to the other guys in the sales force and never hit on her.

One day I was in the office to go over some problems involving service to a particularly difficult customer. Gloria and I went into a small conference room to discuss the issues with the Ops manager. That meeting took about 30 minutes; the Ops manager left and Gloria and I talked for a few more minutes and then she asked me if I played tennis. I told her yes, but badly. She said the condo she had recently moved into, her first after moving out of her parents' home, had great courts, but nobody seemed to ever use them. Gloria was an early riser, as were most of my more demanding customers, so she was very happy coming in at 6:00 AM and working until 2:00 PM, which perfectly matched my schedule and that of my key customers. Gloria asked if I'd like to play tennis with her some time. I said sure, and reminded her that a couple of days a week I was actually calling on customers not far from where she lived...like today, for example. Her face lit up, and she smiled broadly, and for the first time since I had started working with her, got that hint of a come hither look on her face, almost seductive as I looked back later, but I really missed the signals that morning.

I told her I always had my tennis stuff in the car with me and she said I could change at her place. We decided to meet at around 3:00 PM and she gave me exact directions. I swear I didn't have a sexual thought in my mind.

I got to her condo at the appointed time, changed from business attire in her bedroom, admired her very tastefully decorated home and noticed that, in tennis togs, her firm, athletic body was very attractively displayed. The weather was hot. We played a vigorous tennis round for about and hour. I must admit that watching this coordinated young lady work her end of the court was very arousing. After an hour we were both ready to call it a day. She made a great shot to end the match and bounded over to give me a big hug, which was much less platonic than I would have expected. Back at the condo, she told me I could have the shower first, so I closed the bedroom door, stripped and jumped in the shower.

Within a couple of minutes I was totally shocked when she opened the door and stepped in, stark naked in all of her young beauty. She held her finger to her lips as if to say, 'don't say a word', and began to lovingly wash my back...and my ass and my cock. Wordlessly, I returned the favor, lathering up her tits, cunt and ass. I got down on my knees and ate her pussy...she came in a matter of seconds. She went down on her haunches and blew me to orgasm in less than a minute. We kissed, groped and fondled. We washed each others hair; my dick was hard again.

"Wait for me in the bedroom." She whispered. She came out of the bathroom a few minutes later and gave me one of those incredible post orgasm, sloppy wet and warm kisses.

"I've had a crush on you since the first day we worked together. There's one small problem. I'm a virgin. I intend to stay that way until my wedding night. Call me old fashioned. I really need some comfort right now, and with everything going on in your life, I know you do too. I want to make love with you. But I can't let you in my pussy...that's reserved. If you wouldn't be too grossed out, I want to give you my ass. If not, I won't be offended. I've taken it in the butt before and enjoy it, and I took the required steps to ensure that my ass is clean and well lubricated. Have you ever...ah, done it that way before?"

I told her that I had some extensive experience in that department and would be far from grossed out. I began to finger her ass hole. It was very well lubed. I told her to roll over on her front and began to softly rim and then more vigorously tongue fuck her delightful little brown eye, while carefully fingering her clit.

She came, and rolled over. "Take my ass from the front, I'd rather do it that way." She cooed.

I agreed. She got a bottle of Astro-Glide from the bed table, lovingly lubed my cock, She smiled and softly urged me into action. "I need it now baby, please fuck me."

She held her muscular legs back against her small, firm tits; I got on my knees and inserted the head of my cock into her ass.

"I haven't done this is quite a while, so let me get used to it." She whispered.

It took a few minutes for her to adjust, but finally she said, "I'm ready now, do me."

I started a slow stroke, taking her hand and placing it on her pussy so she could help get herself over the edge. We got into a rhythm and I increased the pace. I stopped moving and whispered in her ear. "Fuck me Gloria, fuck my cock with your ass."

She proceeded to thrust her ass up off the mattress, rotating and moving her butt, literally screwing my cock with her ass. "I'm not going to be able to hold out much longer in your hot, tight little ass hole." I said.

"Just another minute, I'm so close." She groaned.

Her moans increased in frequency, she began to pant, like a women giving birth, her eyes closed, her head rolled back and she came, long hard and with a series of soft, but audible screams. The contractions of her orgasm on her anal canal took me over the edge and I dumped a fresh load of hot cum deep in her rectum. My dick plopped out of her ass and we cuddled and kissed and fondled. She got out of bed, returning a few minutes later with a warm rag and two glasses of red wine. She cleaned my cock, and my ass, playfully inserting s well lubed finger up my butt and then took the now soft member in her mouth and playfully rolled it around with her tongue. I knew I could go again, but would need half and hour or so to recover. We drank our wine, virtually wordlessly and she snuggled up next to me.

"I think we both need a little nap time." Gloria suggested.

We fell asleep for over half an hour, when I awoke, I had rolled over with my ass facing her and she was proceeding to rim my butt hole. She got something from the bed table, which I quickly discovered was a small vibrating butt plug, lubed it up and began inserting it in my anal canal. "Tell me if this hurts, or you just don't like it, and I'll stop." She cooed, as she proceeded to carefully insert the plug in my ass with one hand while using her other to lift my cock so she could lick the underside. The combination of her oral attention and the butt intrusion had me once again, hard as a bone.

She then pushed the entire plug in my ass, and asked, "Can you hold it in there?"

I told her I thought I could accommodate her. She then reached back in the drawer of treats next to the bed a produced a vibrating egg, which she proceeded to insert in her mouth and lavish with spit, then incredibly erotically inserted the egg into her pussy, so that all that was showing was the battery pack wire, lewdly hanging from her labia. I realized that I had a similar wire trailing away from the end of the butt plug she had shoved up my ass. Rather than getting up on her knees, she turned her ass toward me and rocked back on her haunches, leaning forward on her forearms so that her anal passage was perfectly aligned to be violated, her butt cheeks obscenely spread for my inspection. She handed me the control for the egg in her pussy and deftly picked up the control for my butt plug.

"You won't have to take it easy this time, that cock of yours opened me up nicely. I kind of prefer an on and off action with the electronics, low level at first, building to a constant high level when I get close. I know how I like it, and would normally take control of my tool myself, but as good as that last ass fuck was, I have confidence that you know your way around a woman well enough to handle the task, plus the surprise of not knowing what's coming from the egg can be really hot. Do you trust me to hit the right buttons on the vibrator I just shoved in your rectum?"

"Absolutely, I trust you implicitly." I said, almost in shock at how my nice little girl next door took control of her own sexual pleasure---and mine.

"You're good and hard and have already cum twice, so I'm anticipating and am hoping for a long and very satisfying ass fuck. You lasted the first time longer than any man who has ever been in my ass, a very pleasant surprise, particularly since you'd never had my ass before. Most guys cum in seconds in any woman's butt, but it's even worse the first time. You've obviously done your share of ass fucking and that experience is very much appreciated. I'm very ready for you baby." She said as she reached back and inserted two fingers into her anus.

"When a girl has decided to save her cunt for her wedding night, good ass fucking becomes a mandate; you're certainly not the first, but you're the best I've ever had; make me your little anal slut." Gloria was very matter of fact at this point.

With no further conversation, I slowly inserted all nine inches up Gloria's sweet little rectum.

"I really am a nice girl. I've really only let a handful of guys take my ass, and most never really got the hang of it. When I've got a man's cock in my ass, particularly a man who knows what he's doing, I do get nasty. I like to talk dirty. A little butt slapping wouldn't hurt either. This is whore fucking. You can treat me like your own personal little anal whore. Tell me how bad and nasty I am to have seduced my, 'boss' and to be letting him fuck my hot little butt twice in a little over an hour. I want to be your dirty little girl. I want you to stretch my anal ring like it has never been stretched before. Tell me that only a depraved, wanton little slut would let a man do this to her, and enjoy it. Make me your own personal anal fuck slut. Take that ass hard. Show me no mercy. Pull my hair, jerk my head back. Pinch my nipples until I scream. Don't make love to me this time, just ball me. I may be the nice girl at the office, but right now you're balls deep in my dirty hole. I'm just a nasty little cunt you picked up who gives up her ass for free. I need a man's cock in my ass...I've got to have it."

I got into the role play and responded accordingly. "You are a nasty, dirty little bitch. You're such a little whore, and an ass whore at that." And I slapped her ass and began seriously driving my cock into her precious, firm little ass, balls deep on every stroke.

"You like being my anal bitch, don't you, Gloria? Need to be man's cum slut. You give up your ass so easily; you like to be stretched, need to hurt." And I yanked her hair back and forced my tongue into her mouth, biting her lip and pinching her tit until she cried out.

Meanwhile, somehow we both had the presence to work the remote controls on our respective toys, and the vibration through her cunt wall combined with the vibrator up my ass made my cock even harder but actually seemed to forestall cumming. I think that is exactly what Gloria had in mind. After a while, and I'm no clock watcher when I'm getting a hot young woman's ass, I rolled her over on her side; she held one leg up without having to use her arms, a testament to he superb physical conditioning.

"Look at it Gloria. You can see my cock stretching your anus, it's obscene. You've got three fingers in your cunt, you're really a dirty little girl. Where's my cock, bitch?"

"Deep in my ass." She answered. "I love a cock in my ass. I had a dream, you are the man in the dream, following me back from the tennis court, forcing me to suck him off, threatening to rape me. I beg him---you, please not my pussy, but you can have my ass. He ties me spread eagle on the bed, face down. He gets on top of me, spits on my ass hole, twists my head viciously to the side and forces his cock into my mouth to get it wet, then plunges it in to the hilt into my, 'virgin' ass. I scream in agony, beg him to stop, but he is relentless, pounding my tight little ass hole for what seems like hours. Dumping his load deep in my rectum. Forcing me to clean his cock with my little mouth. Tying me in different positions so he can violate me from every angle. Fucking me almost hourly all night until I give in and start to like it...and he knows he owns me. You own me. You own my ass hole."

It had to be the most intense and nastiest, but somehow oddly romantic ass fuck I've ever had. And after we both came and removed the appliances, we lovingly fell asleep in each others arms. Over the next couple of months, Gloria and I played tennis at least once a week, and engaged in wanton butt fucking, until I introduced her to the man she would marry, a young sales rep who wanted to ask her out. I was always protective of her, and almost acting like a father, told him that if his intentions weren't honorable, to back off. He was fucking a string of girls at the time, but understood that Gloria was a cut above his usual fare.

Right before he proposed he told me that he was not going to get any pussy until they were married, which I already knew. She'd suck his dick and he'd eat her pussy, but that was it---and he'd never gotten a shot at that experienced little butt. During the courtship, Gloria and I stopped playing tennis and stopped our anal exploits.

They got married in a beautiful wedding; nine months later she gave birth to a beautiful little girl. I actually double dated with her and her new hubby a number of times when my divorce was final, but I have to say it was difficult to look in her eyes because it would bring back such erotic memories.

When she was about six months pregnant, she called me one day to come over for dinner, but said, don't bring a date, just dinner with old friends. When I got to their house, her husband was not there, which I should have known. He was on the other side of the state on business. She looked good, glowing as pregnant women do, obviously pregnant, but very sexy in her condition. She cooked a delicious dinner, and we moved to the living room to enjoy a brandy.

"How's your sex life?" She boldly inquired.

"Oh, I'm getting laid on a regular basis, but no one I want to spend any time with, and a bunch I don't ever want to see again. I kept the little house I bought to live in during the divorce; it was 100% VA financed, so I figured I'd use it as a rental property, but lately I've been using it as a place to take dates that I may never want to see again. 'Kept my old Toyota; 'don't really want them to know where I live or how much money I have; some of them are almost stalkers. I've had to go unlisted on the home phone and change it a couple of times. " I told her.

"Did you and your ex fuck when she was pregnant?" She asked.

"Yes, right up until the day she delivered, she was incredibly horny when she was pregnant. Mostly just straight fucking. She had a little problem with varicose veins during her pregnancy, never really got into ass fucking until several years later. But I've always found pregnant women very sexy." I responded, wondering where this was going.

"Well, I've got a problem. I've never let Terry have my butt...remember he married a, 'nice' girl, and I'll let him one day, but not now. We've lightly touched on the subject, but I'm not sure he's even into it. Remember, anal sex is something I enjoy a great deal, an important part of my sexual awakening. It will take time to bring him around, but that's going to be a few years down the line. My doctor--- what an asshole---doesn't really want us to have sex from here on out. Now Terry's a damned good little muff diver, and I keep him happy with daily BJ's, butt I desperately need my ass hole drilled. I can't move a lot, and with this belly, it's not easy to get in a comfortable position, but I was hoping you could help a damsel in distress; are you up for it?"

" For you Gloria, anything." I replied.

We proceed to the bedroom, she struggled out of her clothes and began to move some pillows around.

"This is really embarrassing. I'm not comfortable on my back, too much pressure from the baby. I'm going to have to situate these pillows, get on my knees, might have to move to my side, present my ass to you and ask you to do 90% of the work. After the baby comes, I'll make it up to you. This probably won't be too exciting for you, but I really need it." She explained.

I undressed, she got into position, and I began to work her bung hole with my tongue and lips. "Already lubed, Gloria; you knew damned well I couldn't say no? Didn't you?"

She replied. "I knew the first time you took my ass that you were as bad an anal freak as I was, so I highly doubted that you would disappoint me."

It was a very gentle and loving ass fuck. She was so sexy in her pregnant state. She still knew how to work her anal muscles to grab and release my cock. It was such a pleasant surprise because I assumed I'd never enjoy her anal expertise after her wedding day. No dirty talk, but probably more loving exchanges than a guy should be having while he is anally fucking a good friend's pregnant wife while that friend is out town.

"Could you have fallen in love with me?" She asked.

"I've always been in love with you." I replied. "My life was such a wreck when we got together. My divorce was messy and I wasn't remotely ready for a real relationship for at least a year. I'm 14 years older than you. I'm sure you folks would have loved it if you'd fallen in love with a guy who is almost 40 and has two kids and an ex wife."

"I knew all of that. "She said, as I continued to slowly and lovingly stroke my cock in and out of her butt.

"I knew that you and I would never go that route. But I dreamed about it; I so wanted you to be the first man in my pussy; I so wish this baby in my belly could have been yours. Hell, I even married a guy that a lot of people think looks like a younger version of you. And he's a very caring and loving husband. You'll always be the love of my life. When your divorce was final, and Terry and I were planning our wedding, I came so close to knocking on your door one night, hoping you weren't getting laid at that moment and literally asking you if you would even consider marrying me, and if you said yes, giving you my pussy on the spot. What would you have done?"

"Gloria, I was an emotional wreck. My life had lacked intimacy for too long. The girls I was fucking meant nothing, just plumbing. I would have said yes. I would have married you in a heart beat and given you all the babies you wanted. But I would have been a shitty husband. I was lonely and detached, completely unable to get involved in a loving relationship. It would have been so unfair to you, and if I'd jumped into a marriage, even with you, who I've been in love with for so long, it would have been a disaster for both of us. I needed to get healthy, and that takes time."

She sobbed. "Life can be so unfair. I love Terry and he's madly in love with me, but too many times when he is fucking me I see your face. We need to stop this talk, it's not good for either of us. Make me cum lover; my ass will always be there for you, and even my pussy. I love the way you feel. I love your touch, oh, God, make me cum!"

I softly shed tears which I knew she could feel on her back. I felt her old familiar moves as she got close to going over the edge. At the height of her orgasm I came in her rectum. We cuddled, and kissed. We got dressed and returned to the living room and chatted some more, as if there had never been that intensely emotional anal interlude. We never fucked again; she would have, but I couldn't. I couldn't deal with the power she had over me or the power I had over her. I knew if I ever took her pussy I'd want her forever and if I asked her to leave Terry and marry me she probably would have, which would have been awful for everyone involved, particularly the children.

We never double dated again. I saw her after her second daughter was born; I was picking Terry up so we could work together. We shared a platonic hug and acted as if I was nothing more than a work friend of her husband and she the young wife of a guy I worked with.

Two Men For Me

Flying home for Christmas was pretty much my least favorite part of the year. It's not that I didn't love my parents - although our relationship was...complicated - but I loved my life in Chicago. I had graduated college that May and was now working full-time in a job I loved after flogging my guts out as an intern for two summers. I had everything I wanted, for now.

Plus, I just downright hated airports. Always have, always will. The O'Hare airport, a forty-five minute train ride from my apartment on the North Side, was a particularly bad offender. With sprawling terminals, confusing traffic patterns, and, worst of all, nonsensical security arrangements, it had my anxiety high the moment I stepped off the Blue Line and onto the escalator at 9:15p.m. My flight was at 11:45; my parents were all the way in California, and the late-night flights were the cheapest. Being early to the airport helped me calm my nerves.

Once I was inside the double doors, I took off my coat and tied it around my waist. I'd dressed for comfort, of course. I tried to find a middle ground between the gray snowy landscape of the city and the warmth of LAX, where I'd arrive in the wee hours of the morning after a layover in Denver. That meant layers. A loose fitting tank top, sweatpants, and slides with socks. My most fashionable look? Definitely not. But, well suited for a long flight and a late-night layover? Absolutely.

In the chill of the airport, I found myself self-conscious. I hadn't worn a bra in the name of benign more comfortable for my plane napping, and my nipples were hard from the air conditioning. Though my tank top was loose, it was still a bit of a show at the right angles. At least, since all I had was my backpack, I could cross my arms over my chest to cover up a bit. I didn't want to bother paying for a suitcase, so my backpack was chock full of the essentials.

After checking in at the kiosk, I moved to security with my boarding pass and ID at the ready. For some reason, security was the part of the airport that made me the most nervous. I guess that's probably true for everybody, but it made me feel silly nonetheless. I was a 5'3" white girl with a Midwestern nice smile. Not exactly likely to be profiled by TSA.

These days, I kept my dark hair in a long bob, choppy bangs framing my face in front. I liked to think it was modern and youthful, but still professional. A far cry from the pink buzzcut of my early college years. I'd definitely put on the freshman fifteen, then the sophomore five or so, and then the graduation ten, and now I was curvy with 36Cs and nice round hips. As a teen, I'd been rail thin and a card-carrying member of the itty bitty titty committee, so this was a good change in my book, although I was certain Mom would have her share of off-handed comments about it during the holidays.

While I stood in the back of the long security line - two days before Christmas, worst time for traveling - my heart rate began to rise. There were a lot of people. And nobody was in a good mood, naturally. Lots of bumping shoulders without apologizing. Right behind me, a large family packed in with a screaming baby and two kids under seven tugging on Dad's sleeve for attention. I tried not to grimace, clenching my teeth and trying to focus on the task ahead. I studied my boarding pass just to have something to look at. I read my name - Smith, Adele White- over and over.

I tried to be a security line master. I wore shoes that were easy to slip off, made sure I didn't have any metal, brought a separate bag for my laptop so I wasn't rummaging through things. I just wanted to get in and out without any hassle. But my anxiety was high. Blood pooled in my cheeks, leaving me ruddy and nervous. The dad of the family behind me was standing too close for comfort, brushing up against my ass every once in a while. I couldn't tell if he was doing it on purpose, but it was enough to put me near the edge of panic on top of my usual airport stress.

When it was my turn, I kicked off my shoes into the bin and placed my laptop carefully. Once I was a few people away from going through the metal detector, I eyed up the security guards. Much to my surprised, I recognized one of them. My ex-boyfriend, Ronald. I knew he'd used to work TSA as a side job, but had no idea he'd gone back to it.

Most people hate seeing their exes in the wild, but Jon and I left things on good terms. We broke it off about a year ago because we wanted different things. He was 27 to my 21, so he wanted to get married right after I graduated, while I wanted to focus on my career for a few years after school. We still checked in with each other every few months, stayed friends on Facebook, all that.

God, though, he was still gorgeous. He had light brown hair, a neatly trimmed beard, and warm, kind hazel eyes. His hair was longer than we'd been together, pushed back and wavy. Think Jake Gyllenhaal after he put romcoms behind him. He was naturally more tan than me, even in the winter. He was tall, at least compared to me, and had broad, muscular arms that could easily lift me up against a wall. My only regret about our breakup was losing the sex. On several occasions, I'd thought about offering up a friends-with-benefits dynamic with him, but figured it would be too complicated since he wanted to move on. I was a bit jealous of whatever girl he had to be dating at the moment.

The sight of him made me even more nervous. My blush went from pink to red. Thankfully, he was tactful. After noticing me in the line, he gave me a small smile, then tapped the other guard on duty on the shoulder. They switched places. This guard was big, clean-shaven, and smaller than Ronald, with neat waves. Where Ronald was sturdy, he was tall and lanky. Once I approached the metal detector, I could read his nametag: Rob. He had a nice smile as he greeted the people who came through ahead of me.

Still, my heart raced as I went through. I knew I wasn't doing anything wrong, but the metal detector made me the most anxious. Rob smiled and directed me to stand at the center. I lifted my arms over my head and tried to steady my breathing. My backpack, shoes, and laptop went through the scanner to my left. Rob gestured for me to come out of the metal detector.

"Stay here for a minute, ma'am," He said, calling Ronald over to look at the screen.

Oh, god. My mind raced. Did I forget something in my backpack? Some bottle of perfume? Was my shampoo in too big of a travel container? Had I forgotten to empty my water bottle? I tried to reassure myself that whatever it was, I'd be able to throw it away and move on.

Ronald looked me up and down and said, "We need to ask you a few questions. Do you mind stepping aside?"

I squeaked out, "No problem."

With shaky hands, I collected my backpack, shoes, and laptop. Once I had myself together, I followed Ronald around a corner to a small room. Tears bit at my eyes; I was fighting off a panic attack. I hated airports, and this sort of thing had never happened to me. Chances were I'd go to my gate and cry for a while before my flight started boarding in an hour. Par for the course for me when it came to flights, anyway. So many people were crying at the airport that nobody usually said anything.

The room was small, but it was nothing like the dimly lit gray interrogation rooms you see on TV or movies. The walls were sage green and the lighting was good. There were a couple comfortable chairs surrounding wooden tables. There was plane-themed art on the walls and a little kitchenette with counters, a fridge, and a microwave. Ronald closed the door behind us.

Clutching my backpack to my chest (probably suspicious, Adele, quit it), I asked Ronald, "Did I do something? What's wrong?"

"Nothing," he almost laughed, but his expression was sympathetic. "It looked like you could use a minute to yourself. I know what your breaking point looks like, remember? This is the security break room; my break just started, so I figured I'd rescue you. Take a minute to breathe and relax, head out to your gate when you're ready. You're all good."

Immediately, I was touched by the gesture. The nerves in my chest began to dissipate at the thought of him still wanting to take care of me after all this time. "Seriously?"

"Yeah, I know how much you hate airports." He gave me a wave that said 'no big deal.' "You don't need to be out there with all the holiday freak outs."

I loosened my grip on my backpack and set it down by one of the chairs. I sat down and leaned back, trying to take more deep breaths. "Thank you. I really appreciate it."

"No worries. I still want to help you out when I can." Ronald shrugged, always so casual and collected. He'd always been my opposite in that way, cool when I was all sorts of nervous. "Can I get you anything? Coffee?"

"I'm going to try to nap on the plane, but thanks."

"Is it alright if I sit with you? I can go out to one of the lounges if you want." When I said it was fine, I'd like the company, he grabbed a soda out of the fridge and popped it open. He sat in the chair across from me. "You flying back to California?"

"Yup. You know the drill; Dad picks me up and complains about the drive-"

"Mom picks apart your appearance until you're in a silent rage, little sister acts too cool to hang out with you."

I laughed. "Yeah, I'm sure the Christmas you spent with us made quite the impression."

"Your family's a bunch of charmers," he snorted. Then, a bit abruptly, he asked, "You seeing anyone these days?"

"Ah," I blustered a bit, "no, I'm, um, still doing the whole 'focusing on work' thing. Hessler's ended up hiring me full-time."

"Oh, that's up, Adele! Congrats." It sounded like he meant it, too.

"What about you?" I tried not to seem invested in the answer, but I was for sure curious. "Find a cute girl to settle down and make babies with yet?"

"Not quite, no." He chuckled, "Couple promising dates, but nothing's panned out."

"Yeah, same sort of thing for me. Lots of hookups but none as good as you or-" The blush shot back into my cheeks. "Sorry, that was totally uncool to say."

Voice laden with thick teasing, he replied, "No worries, I'm not surprised you think about how much of a sex god I am." Then, a little more serious, he added, "For real, though, I still think about you, too. So don't worry about it."

"Oh, yeah?" Now it was my turn to tease, and I enjoyed it. "What do you think about?"

A light pink colored his cheeks. "You know, you always did this thing, where you'd catch my lower lip between your teeth, and that just-" he gave a little shiver "-made me crazy."

Testing the waters a little, I added, "I always did know what to do with my mouth."

"Yes," he breathed, "yes you did."

I stood up and opened the fridge, mostly just looking for something to keep me occupied so I wouldn't get caught looking at his lips...or his hands...or his shoulders. Trying to keep my tone light and casual even though I was already starting to feel a bit hot and bothered, I replied, "You never had a problem keeping up, though. Definitely hard to find good pussy eating from a hookup."

"You were never so complementary when we were dating."

"Well, I should've been." I shut the fridge and turned back to Ronald. He watched me intently, waiting to see where I would take this. With the weight of his gaze making me feel a bit too warm for my liking, I said, "But, hey, we wouldn't have worked out, right?"

He stood up and tossed his can in the recycling bin. "Well, worked out? Probably not. But we definitely had chemistry."

"Definitely." I said the word slow, moving it around my mouth. "De-fin-it-ely."

He met me at the fridge, placing one hand next to my head so I was facing him. "You know, I thought a bunch of times about trying to fuck you one more time. Just for closure, or whatever."

"Or whatever," I laughed, my breath quickening. He was close enough that I could smell the mint on his breath; he was always chewing that Dentyne Ice gum, the kind that was so sharp and cool it cut right through anything else. My senses couldn't help reacting to such a familiar scent. It made my mouth water in anticipation. Matching his gaze, I said, "I've thought the same thing, too, I just didn't want to...interfere with anything."

"Well, you certainly wouldn't be interfering with anything if you just-"

I grabbed the collar of his uniform and kissed him, knowing that if I didn't I would lose my nerve. Instantly, he smiled against my lips. Then, he took charge of the kiss, dropping his right hand to my hip and pressing me up against the cold fridge. My skin bristled with the mix of hot skin and cool metal. His thumb went under the hem of my tank top, finding the bare skin of my side. His firm, confident touch sent a shockwave straight to my pussy. I hadn't gotten any in weeks, and this was that kind of familiar that knew exactly what to do.

His rough hand found the side of my face, trailing down my neck and over my chest. When he brushed against my hard nipple through my tank top, I let out a tiny gasp.

He chuckled darkly, "Christ, Adele, you just had to wear something so thin."

I swallowed hard, trying to keep myself under control before things got out of hand. "I wanted to be comfortable for my flight."

"Oh, please," he teased, "you just love showing off."

"Yeah, I can't play coy with you." I leaned my head back and took a deep shaky breath. "God, you have no idea what you do to me."