"How’s everything with you?" I asked. "Pretty good."
"How are things at the house?"
There was an unusual delay in response, so I waited a couple of monts and asked, "Martha?" I didn’t feel her touch on my back any longer.
There was no answer. I got a little concerned, so I rolled over and looked around the room. She was in the far corner of the room with her face buried in her hands.
"Oh my God, Martha–Is everything okay?"
She whimpered a bit and shook her head in response. I was shocked to see her in this state and for a quick mont, I had no idea what to say. I slid off the table and calmly approached her quivering body as she hid her eyes in her hands.
When I got closer, she moved her fingers away from her eyes, still covering her nose. Martha’s beautiful brown eyes were filled with tears.
Instinctively, I grabbed so tissues from the corner counter and offered them to her.
"Thanks very much," she smiled briefly, sniffling.
"Do you want a hug or sothing?"
"Sure. I’ll always take one of those," as she wiped her nose. We embraced for a short while and I remained silent.
"You are so sweet. Thank you," she whispered.
Quickly, Martha composed herself, dried her eyes quickly and asked to stay in the room. Walking over to the door, she opened it slowly and I heard her say to the receptionist that she could go ho for the evening and that we’d be okay alone.
"Good night," I heard Martha say as she closed the door again.
Our eyes t and I locked onto hers as she approached .
"I’m so sorry."
"Please don’t be," I offered sheepishly, still not knowing what to say.
"Thanks. It’s just that my husband walked out on recently and I haven’t been very strong ever since."
"I understand," I offered, moving towards her again, "I am so sorry, Martha," embracing her thin fra, pulling her firmly towards mine.
"Please, call Marti."
"Okay."
"Thank you," she whimpered again, her sobs beginning to quake as I held on to her.
"It’ll be okay. Everything will be okay," I whispered, stroking her soft brown hair.
I could not believe what was taking place here. I never thought I’d ever get this close to her...not now, not ever. Martha’s scent was amazing. Her hair slled like a spring garden, rich with flowers and fresh air. I pulled her even closer, breathing in her beauty, wrapping my arms around her slender waist.
"Is there anything I can do?" I offered.
Martha’s tears seed to let up a bit as silence filled the room. An awkward pause followed suit.
"Actually...yes, there is...if you’re up for it," she hesitated.
"Sure. What is it?"
She pulled back from my embrace, as her eyes searched mine.
"It’s been so long," she explained, "Make feel like a woman again?"
Her doe eyes, eager for a response, looked deeply into my surprised eyes, with imnse hope.
"Oh, wow. Really?"
"Yes," she nodded her head affirmatively with quick speed.
"Wow...I’m stunned...yes, of co—"I was unable to finish my sentence, as her mouth hungrily t mine. I grabbed the back of her head and pulled her face towards .
Our tongues swirled around one another as my heart raced. I reached out and held her face, wiping away her recent tears. Smoothing over her silky hair, I caressed her face and neck as our mouths continued to dance together.
Her grip around strengthened as I felt her body rub against mine in intimate fashion. My hands were moving down her torso now, massaging her back as we reached and tugged for one another. Coming up for air, I stepped back and looked at her.
With reckless abandon, I calmly looked her up and down, now suddenly not ashad of my gawking eye motions, admiring her every sensual curve.
"I can’t believe it. I’ve wanted you for so long now."
"I know, I know...and now, you can have . I want you to take like no other," she explained, as she cocked an eyebrow at , smiling devilishly.
"Oh, Marti!" I pulled her close again, eting her kiss with mine.
Our lips washed over each other like long lost friends reuniting for the first ti in years. As I caressed her neck again, her breathing began noticeable as my hands moved up and down her soft skin, pausing to accelerate her erogenous areas.
Simultaneously, she started to loosen her clothes, as she pulled her blouse free from her tight-fitting pants and kicked off her sandals.
I followed her lead and pulled my shirt free and removed my shoes as well. I began unbuttoning her blouse as she worked on my jeans, undoing my belt and zipping down my fly.
Marti’s hands flowed down my chest as she stooped to her knees, finishing her mission of loosening my pants. With one quick motion, she had my jeans down to my ankles and was eyeballing the growing bulge in my boxers.
"Ooh, I can’t wait," she sighed, rubbing my hardening cock through the thin material of my shorts. With each of her passing teases, my mber throbbed to attention, thickening with blood as she continued caressing it.
Marti looked up at with quickening desire as I pulled my boxers down over my elongated staff. My cock jumped into instant view and flopped in front of her pretty face as she looked beyond my hard flesh and t my awe-taken gaze and locked on .
She then looked down and focused on the rod of at in front of her.
"Oh my..." with a quick envelopnt, she had my dick buried fully into her awaiting mouth and was sucking to no end. Up and down her head bopped–slurping up her new saliva, as she moved around the length of my thickening tool.
I had to close my eyes and concentrate on my breathing to not lose control too quickly as she worked my penis in and out of her wet mouth. Her tongue swirled around my staff, feeling like soft velvet as she stroked over and around my sensitive mber, taking in all of the inches.
My dick felt like it was going to explode inside her hungry mouth as she moved, pulling closer and deeper into her experinting eager oral cavity.
I felt my threshold approaching too quickly for my own good that I pulled my throbbing dick from her soft confines and lifted her to her feet. Marti’s eyes widened in curiosity, following my lead, she stood before .
"Too much?" she asked coolly.
"Yeah, you could say that," I smiled.
She smiled in return and awaited my next move.
"Lay down on the bench," I instructed. As her fra rested coyly on the massage table, I pulled on her pant legs and her chinos peeled away from her toned long legs.
She pulled her legs free as her enviable loins, wrapped in her thin strip of thong material rested before , calling to in a language that all n inherently understand.
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