I Told Her I’d Take Her Home, but We Never Made It
We crossed paths again on the stairs, mingling with the outgoing shift and the stragglers who were coming in to relieve us. Everyone who had spent the afternoon together had several days off ahead, so we repeated the usual parting remarks. When we got to the parking lot, I headed toward my car without barely meeting her gaze.
—Hey, Marcos! —she shouted, making sure everyone heard her. It was clear the universe had decided to put me to the test that afternoon—. Do you remember you were going to take me home? Mine had a warning light come on when I got there, and tomorrow I’m going to pick it up with the tow truck.
I’ve never been a good actor, but I did my best to hide it.
—Oh, yes, of course! My head was somewhere else, sorry.
We got into the car. I was still a little stunned by the move she had just made in front of the others.
—Find an alley, a vacant lot, a parking area, a hotel, whatever you can think of —she told me as she buckled her seat belt and unbuttoned her pants—. I can’t and I don’t want to get home like this. I’ve had my cunt soaking wet for three hours, and if you don’t fuck me now I’m going to come all over the seat on my own.
We had barely left the company grounds when she slid her hand under her underwear and leaned back in the seat with her eyes closed. I heard perfectly the wet splashing of her fingers working their way between the lips of her cunt. She hiked her skirt up to her waist and spread her legs as wide as the seat would allow. With her other hand she reached inside her bra and started pinching a nipple that stood out hard beneath the fabric.
—If you pull up next to a truck, let me know —she panted—. I don’t feel like putting on a show.
I glanced sideways. She was circling her clit slowly with two fingers, and every so often she shoved them all the way inside her cunt and pulled them out shining, dripping. She brought them to her mouth and sucked them one by one while staring straight at me.
—It’s delicious —she murmured—. Try it.
She held her wet fingers up to my lips, and I licked them without taking my eyes off the road. The taste of hot cunt shot straight to my cock. Inside my jeans, something was waking up again, and not nearly as shy as the last time. I was desperate to stop; I tugged the zipper down a little to ease the pressure pinning me against the seam. She took advantage and slipped her hand inside my underwear, pulled my cock out, and started jerking me off slowly while she kept rubbing herself with the other hand.
—Hurry —she whispered—, because if you keep driving like this I’m going to suck it right here and we’ll both die.
The area is full of rural roads that end at grazing properties. A few kilometers later we had the car parked on a dead-end track, in front of a rusty metal fence. I switched off the engine and the lights went with it. We were left alone under the faint moonlight and the distant hum of crickets.
We opened the doors almost at the same time and got out. We made our way to the hood. Quick, rough kisses, hands everywhere. My T-shirt flew to the ground and she unclasped her bra in one motion. Our pants were already hanging around our ankles, just like her panties and my briefs. Before I put her against the hood, she knelt on the dirt without caring about the stones and took my entire cock into her mouth, all the way to the throat. I felt it hit the back and she didn’t pull away. She started sucking me off hungrily, both hands gripping my ass to ram the dick in to the hilt. She licked my balls, slid her tongue back up the full length of me, and swallowed me whole again, with tearful eyes and a thread of saliva hanging from her chin.
—Get up —I asked her, my voice broken— or I’m going to come in your mouth right now.
She wiped her lips with the back of her hand and turned around. She braced her hands on the warm hood and spread her legs wide. I saw her cunt gaping open, shining in the moonlight, and her ass offered up, arched toward me. I ran two fingers through her slit, from bottom to top, and pulled them out dripping.
—Stick it in already, fuck —she begged—. Put it all in at once.
I drove into her with a firm thrust of my hips, all the way to the hilt. She let out a short cry, but she didn’t meet any resistance. The heat that had been building all afternoon, added to the massages she’d given herself during the ride, had prepared everything. Burrowing into her felt like stepping into a heated house in the middle of winter, smelling of firewood. Her cunt squeezed me, throbbed, sucked me inward. I could feel every fold brushing my cock.
—Like that, like that, harder, break me —she panted while I pounded into her—. Fuck me like a whore, don’t treat me nicely.
I grabbed her hips and started fucking her mercilessly, with hard thrusts that made her tits slam against the car’s metal body. The sound of my balls striking her soaked cunt mingled with the crickets and her moans. I yanked her hair back and arched her spine so I could drive deeper into her. I put a finger in her mouth and she sucked it like she had sucked my cock a moment before; then I lowered it and shoved it into her ass to the knuckle. She gave a cry of pleasure and pushed her ass back, asking for more.
—There, there, don’t stop, you’re splitting me open —she moaned—. Come inside me, I want to feel it, fill my cunt with cum.
I kept hitting her hard, without holding back. She had sensed from the start that this wasn’t going to last long, so she helped herself with her fingertips, rubbing her clit to the rhythm of my thrusts. My restraint from the whole afternoon couldn’t hold out another minute. I clutched her hips to keep from losing my balance, and with one last push that tore a hoarse cry from her, I felt myself melt inside her. Shot after shot, emptying myself to the very last drop while her cunt squeezed me like a hot fist.
She held my weight for a few seconds. I felt her fingers brushing between my legs, stroking my now-empty balls, and as I felt my strength ebb away, her contractions arrived. Her arousal had been just as intense as mine and it cost her nothing to finish. I felt her clenching around me in long spasms, and I noticed my cum starting to run down her thighs, mixed with hers. We separated slowly so we wouldn’t fall, gasping, breathing in that smell of summer fields and sex. I realized that ever since we had come down the track, we had barely exchanged a word.
It had been a filthy, quick encounter, with no time to enjoy it, but necessary. We’d spent the entire week building up desire and needed to empty it out. So we did, plain and simple. She took some wipes from her bag and handed me one. She cleaned the semen that was running down between her legs and looked at me with a tired smile. We still weren’t talking. We got dressed and went back to the car.
She picked up the phone.
—Yes, sweetheart, don’t worry, the afternoon got really tangled up. Yes, I’m leaving now, we’ll see each other in a bit.
She had just hung up on her daughter. I was already taking the main road toward her neighborhood.
—Tomorrow I’ll take a taxi to go pick up the car at the office, don’t worry. And how much longer until your apartment is ready?
It was more than conversation, it was a monologue, a way of landing after takeoff. That week had been insane, with a constant arousal neither of us had been able to unload. I dropped her off in front of her building. She shot out of the car; I lingered for a second looking at that ass of hers that I liked so much, and then I drove off toward my friend’s place, where I was staying those days, to shower and try to get my thoughts in order. When I got there he was already in bed, so, without dinner, I got under the hot water and gave myself an epic wank thinking about how my cum had run down her thighs. I came against the tiles with the image of her open cunt burned into me. From there straight to the mattress. I was out cold.
***
The next morning the phone woke me up. It was the contractor. In two days I could move back into the apartment. The work would be finished and the insurance company would send over a cleaning crew. I smiled in triumph. The moment I hung up, it rang again.
—Good morning, did you sleep well? —it was her. Her voice finished waking me up.
—Honestly, yes, very well, I crashed hard. The contractor just called me; in a couple of days my apartment will be ready.
—Have you had breakfast?
—I don’t even know what time it is —I replied—, but I’m starving.
—It’s nine. I went to get the car and bought pastries. The girl —she still called her that even though she was about to start university— is at her grandparents’ house. I made up some far-fetched excuse so she’d spend the morning helping them with errands. I’m home alone until this afternoon. Coming over?
She didn’t let me answer. She hung up.
Ten seconds later my phone vibrated. It was a short video she had just sent me. She was wearing a thin nightgown with childish little drawings that on any other body would have looked ridiculous. She slowly, slowly lowered the straps until the garment fell away on its own under gravity. Never had a nightgown with printed little ears suited an adult woman so well. Underneath she was completely naked. She ran two fingers through her cunt and showed them to the camera, shining. I brushed my teeth and hurried down the stairs, my cock already pushing inside my pants. Within minutes I was standing in front of her door.
She opened it wearing the same nightgown from the video. We started kissing and touching in the hallway. The garment flew off, just like my clothes. We didn’t even have time to reach the bedroom. We threw ourselves onto the living-room rug with the same urgency as the night before, but without the rush. She spread her legs, climbed onto my face, and pressed her ass against my mouth. She started eating my cunt... I mean, she started sucking my cock, swallowing me to the root, while I parted her thighs and buried my face between her legs. Her cunt smelled of freshly opened soap and hot woman. I ran my tongue all along her slit, from top to bottom, and stopped at her clit, sucking it slowly, circling it, while I slid two fingers inside her and searched for that spot deep within that made her writhe. I felt her moan with my cock in her mouth, and the vibrations of that moan ran all the way down my shaft to my balls.
She came in my mouth before I came in hers, soaking my chin, tugging my hair, pressing my face against her until I was almost suffocating. I licked my lips without pulling away, and when I finally let her go to breathe, I turned around, got on top of her, and drove my cock into her in one single push. I fucked her on the rug slowly, looking into her eyes, with her legs crossed behind my back. She dug her nails into my ass to set the pace.
From the living room we moved to the sofa. I put her on all fours over the armrest and started licking her cunt and her ass from behind, alternating, until she begged me to penetrate her. I shoved it all the way in and grabbed her by the waist to fuck her like that, with her tits hanging down and bouncing against her chest with every thrust. From the sofa to the kitchen, where I sat her on the table, spread her legs wide open, and knelt to go back to eating her cunt until she came a second time, gripping the edge of the wood and screaming without caring about the neighbors. From the kitchen to the hallway, against the wall, with one of her legs over my shoulder. From the hallway to the bedroom, where she finally collapsed face down, exhausted, and I told her I still wasn’t done. I put lube on and spread it slowly with my finger, one finger first, then two, until she opened for me and asked me to put it in there. I kept easing it in little by little, millimeter by millimeter, while she rubbed her cunt with her hand. When she felt me fully inside, she started moving her ass against me, setting the rhythm, and didn’t stop until I came for the second time that morning, this time inside her ass, while she came under her own hand for the third.
The morning was all long kisses, slow caresses, saliva, fingers, tongue, toys, lubricant. We made up for every touch the whole week had stolen from us. There were unhurried moments, almost shy, as if we were discovering each other for the first time. There were others frenzied, when neither of us could wait. I bit her shoulders and nipples until they were marked, and she dug her nails into my back until I bled. She asked me for things she knew she only asked me for, things her official partner had never known how to give her, and I gave them to her without a second thought.
After noon we went down to the kitchen to refuel. The pastries she had bought that morning had been invaded by an army of ants and went straight into the trash. We laughed for a long while at the scene, both of us naked, with coffee on the table and sunlight pouring in full through the patio window.
—Do you realize —she said, pouring me a bowl— that this is the first time we’ve had breakfast together?
She was right. For months we had been having furtive meetings in stolen hours: parking lots, hotels rented for midday, my friend’s house when he wasn’t there. We had never shared something as trivial as coffee in the morning, with the sun hitting us square in the eyes. I looked at her slowly and realized I liked her far beyond the heat.
—When my apartment’s ready —I said without thinking—, come see me. No rush. No shifts.
She didn’t answer right away. She dipped a piece of toast into her coffee and held my gaze for a long moment, as if weighing the meaning of every one of my words.
—We’ll see —she finally replied.
We went back upstairs. We lay down on the bed, with no urgency now. She let me run my fingers through her hair, down her back, over her thighs, slowly, while she told me things she had never told me before. How difficult living together had been in her house these last few years. How little she recognized herself when she spoke to her partner. The anger of knowing her daughter no longer needed her to stay for her sake.
I listened in silence. I stroked her without interrupting. For the first time that week, arousal wasn’t the most important thing. The most important thing was that conversation, that stolen time, that woman who allowed herself to be naked in every sense beside me.
In the middle of the afternoon the phone rang. Her daughter. The girl was coming back earlier than expected. We got dressed, unhurried but without wasting a second. Before I closed the door behind me, she grabbed my arm and made me turn around.
—Let me know as soon as you have the apartment. I want to see you there.
I smiled. She kissed me one last time, slowly, knowing that kiss had to last me a few days. I went down the stairs of the building and, when I reached the street, I took a deep breath. The air smelled of soil dampened by the sprinkler in the garden across the way. Something had changed between us that morning, and we both knew it.
