Lovely Clare - Part 2

Lovely Clare - Part 2

It was April and the weather was finally starting to look like spring. I was at work when I got the call from Clare. I always liked getting calls from her. Most of the time I will ignore calls to my cell phone and just let them go to voicemail. I figure that if it’s someone that really needs to talk to me, they can leave a message and I’ll call them right back. But Clare got treated much differently.

Clare and I had been “seeing each other” since December. We weren’t technically dating. Or maybe we were. I don’t know. I just know that we had discussed things. At the time of the conversation, my divorce wasn’t completed. And she was 16 years younger than me. Also, even though she was the hottest thing I had ever seen naked, in the back of my mind, I knew that she wasn’t really a long-term type of person.

Besides, she had pretty much told me directly, “David, you’re awesome and I really enjoy time with you. But I’m still finishing up college and I have my whole life ahead of me. I can’t commit to being your one-and-only right now. Maybe not ever. I hope that’s okay.”

In any case, she still fucked like crazy and I wasn’t going to let that go just because she wasn’t the next Mrs. Right.

I answered the phone, it was a Thursday and I was ready for the week to be over.

“Yes?” I said, trying to be as business-professional as possible.

“Excuse me, sir,” she said in her most coy voice. “Is that any way to talk to a lady?”

I smiled at her voice. She wasn’t in an office with other staff around, potentially listening in on a conversation. She could say just about anything she wanted.

“Well, certainly,” I said with my ‘phone voice’. “I would be happy to help you with that. Can you give me some of the details?”

She chuckled at me, “Sitting at your desk, I see.”

“Yes,” I replied with a smile.

“You’d think that they’d give an important person like you your own office or something,” she said with a pouty tone that I could see through the phone call.

“That’s definitely an area I’d like to discuss,” I said, trying not to laugh.

“Well, I need you to clear your schedule and meet me on site at 4 today,” she said with the mock-seriousness of a client. “Is that something you can do?”

I replied, “I’m not sure my schedule is open at that time. If you’d like, I can look at my calendar and see what is open?”

There was a brief pause and I heard what sounded like a door closing.

“Well, I just closed my door so my roommates can’t see in and what is open is my legs. And I’m asking you to put something there because I need you so badly,” she said with desire dripping from her words.

I lowered my voice as much as possible while still sounding stern, “I think that’s a bit bold for you to be saying to me, miss.”

There was a longer pause where I could just hear her breath. Then, a quiet voice said, “Please, sir. Can we please go to your house? I’ve been good all day. I’ve folded all my laundry, I’ve put away the dishes, I’ve even made my bed. I’ve been good, sir. I promise. And I was hoping that I could just maybe show you how else I can be good…”

I paused to keep my composure and catch my breath. She was definitely wanting it.

“Well, I think that I can make some accommodations for that, miss,” I said, returning to my calm, business tones. “In looking at my calendar, I think that the time you indicated will work. I have the address for the site. I’ll see you there in about 45 minutes.”

“Thank you, sir,” she said with a bounce in her voice. “I can’t wait!”

“Oh, miss,” I added before hanging up. “The job site is still wet from the thaw. You might want to wear boots.”

I hung up the phone and quickly started shutting my computer down. I spun around in my chair and stood up to address my design team.

“Okay, folks,” I said, addressing my staff. “I have a client meeting on a job site today at 4. I’m going to be leaving in the next 5 minutes and I’ll be back tomorrow morning at the usual time. Don’t forget that tomorrow is Friday, so get your timesheets up to date. Oh, and it’s my turn to bring in donuts. See you tomorrow.”

I grabbed my jacket, made one more check to make sure my computer was shut down, then I headed for the door.

As I was telling the receptionist that I was going to a job site and would be out for the day, one of my coworkers caught up with me.

“Headed out early, again, Dave?” he asked. I didn’t like Matt. He always sounded so smug.

“I’ve got a client meeting, Matt,” I said. “You know, clients. The people who pay money to the company so we can all keep a job?”

Matt chuckled, not realizing I was making fun of him.

“Rumor around the office is that you’re seeing some chick now,” he said as if he had something over me. “Someone a lot younger than you.”

“Rumors and gossip goes around a lot, doesn’t it?” I said. “Seems to me that people who like to spread rumors and gossip about who other people may or may not be seeing probably lead very boring lives and probably aren’t getting laid enough.”

“Hey, I’m not judging,” Matt said defensively. “I just was wondering who it might be?”

I put my sunglasses on and turned towards the door. “It’s no one, Matthew. You need a better hobby. Gossip doesn’t suit you,” I said as I was walking out the door.

I got in my car and started up the heater. It may be April, but it was still fairly cold outside. I was thinking that I needed to get a new car. One of those with the remote start so I could start the heater up while I was still inside. Of course, I couldn’t spend any money on new stuff until after the divorce was final. The settlement had been agreed upon and I got to keep the house. But there was no need to bring any attention to me or my finances until this was all set in stone and done.

I stopped by the store on the way home. I needed a jar of olives for our martinis. Clare would definitely want one as soon as she walked in the door. That lady loved her gin.

I pulled up into the driveway and shut off the car. I had just gotten inside when I saw Clare’s car park on the street out front. I wondered for a bit about living in the suburbs. Neighbors could be so nosy sometimes. And if they were snooping, they’d see this save Toyota pull up every once in a while. Sometimes during the day, sometimes at night. Sometimes staying overnight. Or over the weekend. And if they were really snooping, they’d see this supermodel beauty getting out of that Toyota and coming inside. I kind of hoped the neighbors were talking. I’m sure that at least two of them still talked with my ex wife. I hope she knew I was fucking a woman 16 years younger than me.

I left the front door open and Clare walked up to the threshold.

“Knock, knock,” she said, without stepping inside.

“Clare, the door is open,” I said from the kitchen. “You can just come in.”

“But what if I’m a vampire and can’t enter a home without being invited?” she asked.

“If you were a vampire,” I said as I walked to the doorway. “I would be as well because you’ve already bitten me several times.”

She giggled and then said, “Then may I come in please, sir?”

She was starting early. I indulged her and assumed my role.

“Come in,” I said. “Wipe your boots on the floor mat there. Put your jacket in the closet on the hanger to the left. Then go into the living room and sit on the couch. Wait for me there.”

“Yes, sir,” she said enthusiastically and did as I had instructed.

I put away the few things I had picked up at the store when I stopped for olives. I then went over to my bar and started making two martinis. I brought them over to the couch and placed them on the low table and smiled at Clare.

“You may begin now, miss,” I said with a smile as I sat down next to her.

She didn’t say a word. She sat up straight and reached up to my tie. She carefully loosened it and slipped it off of my neck. She unbuttoned the top two buttons of my shirt. She then unbuttoned the cuffs of each sleeve and carefully rolled them up to just below my elbows. She picked a few pieces of fluff from my collar, smiled at me, and then handed me my martini. Picking up her own, she held it up to clink the glasses together.

“Thank you, miss.”

“How was your day, sir?” she asked attentively.

“You know, the usual,” I said with a sigh. “Irritating clients, a boss that doesn’t know what he’s doing, and dealing with the rumor mill.”

“Rumors, sir?”

“Yeah,” I said with a sly grin. “Rumors about me and some young lady.”

Clare blushed.

“I guess there’s a rumor going about the office that David, the lead design engineer, is having a fling with a woman from the University,” I said. “And I guess everyone is trying to find out whatever they can about this.”

“Is it true?” asked Clare.

I gave her a quick and stern glance.

She fumbled her words, “s-sir? Is it true, sir?”

My look softened.

“Well, I really can’t say, you know?” I said with a grin. “Rumors start. They spread like crazy. And well, in the end, they’re just rumors, yeah? Besides, what would a hot, young thing from the University want to do with an old guy like me?”

“You’re not that old, sir,” she replied.

“Thank you, miss. But, I think that there’s something that needs to be addressed here.”

“Um, what, sir?”

“You called me away from work today,” I said sternly. “And while I don’t mind the chance to get away, especially to see your fantastic tits,” I glanced down at her chest. “I really shouldn’t be leaving early from the office. Is there something special going on?”

Clare’s eyes dropped to her lap where her hands were sitting, clasped demurely together.

“Well, kind of,” she said without looking up.

“Okay, Clare,” I interrupted, dropping my role. “Is everything okay? Real talk, no games. What’s up?”

She looked sheepishly at me at first. But I could tell that she was really excited.

“You know how I had applied to the Masters program? Well, today I got told by the professor that I was accepted!”

“That’s wonderful, Clare!” I said, genuinely happy for her. “I know you’ve really wanted this. I’m happy that worked out for you.”

“Yep, and so that means that I’ll be here at UND for probably 2 more years!”

“Well, then,” I said, picking up my martini again. “Here’s to your acceptance!”

We clinked our glasses together and finished the drinks in one go. I got up and took both glasses back to the bar to make another round.

“So that means that you don’t have to worry about me running off to some other state when I graduate next month,” she said.

“I’m happy to hear that,” I said while shaking the drinks. “Because I’m not done with you yet.”

“Oh really?” she said with a grin. “What do you plan to do to me?”

“Not to you,” I explained. “With you.”

“I prefer TO me,” she said softly. “Sir.” she added for emphasis.

I looked up. It was back on. She was standing by the couch, arms at her sides, looking directly at me.

“Come over here,” I instructed.

She walked to me and stood right by the bar.

“I want you to go down the hall and get two towels out of the closet,” I said. “Take those towels to the patio outside of the bedroom door and place them on the table there. Then, come back in and get the drinks I’m making now. Those will go to the table as well. I will make a carafe with another round that you will take and place with the drinks. Once you’ve done those things, come back inside to the bedroom and stand at the foot of my bed, facing my chair. Wait for my instructions.”

“Yes, sir,” she said and immediately went to do as instructed.

I finished making the drinks and left the two finished martinis and the carafe of another round there on the bar. Clare was coming back to get them now. I went to the bedroom and sat down in my chair. It was a comfortable chair and I liked to sit and read there sometimes. Clare completed the instructions and came back to stand as I had told her. She look at me expectantly.

“Take off your pants,” I told her.

She immediately unbuttoned them and started to slip them off of her hips. She got them to her knees and looked up at me.

“Sir,” she started. “I’m sorry, but my pant legs are tucked into my boots. I can’t take off my pants without taking off my boots.”

What a perfect sub she was. She was following my instructions, but not doing anything that I hadn’t told her to do.

“This time, you may take off your boots and leave them off.”

“Yes, sir,” she said obediently.

She bent down to unlace her boots, but I interrupted her.

“Wait,” I said quickly. “Turn around and face away from me while you do that.”

She grinned and turned so her back was towards me. She bent over to resume unlacing her boots. She wasn’t wearing any panties and her pussy was now pointed right at me. What a lovely pussy it was, too. Smooth, shaved, pink, and tight! Her ass flexed as she bent and moved to unlace her boots and take them off. Once she had done that, she slipped her pants off and stood up, still facing away from me.

“Turn around and take off your shirt,” I said.

She turned to face me. Her clit was already firm and peek out of her labia. She lifted her shirt up and over her head, her long, black hair falling down around her bra. She liked to go out without panties, but she always wore a bra. It was a sleek black bra that held her amazing breasts so nicely. She stood there facing me in nothing but her bra and socks.

“You may take the rest of your clothes off,” I said with a hand wave. “I’ll undress myself today.”

She took off her bra and her tits bounced a bit. Fairly large, but very perky. As she took off her socks, I watched her whole body move. I took off my clothes, carefully draping my slacks and shirt onto my clothes rack. I was standing there in just my boxers and my erection was clearly visible. She always made me so hard when she was around.

“Are you wet?” I asked, pointing at her pussy.

“Not yet, sir,” she said. “Shall I start?”

“No,” I said quickly. “Turn around again, bend forward, and grab your ankles with your feet spread apart.

She did as I instructed and I knelt behind her, my mouth immediately going for her beautiful cunt. She quivered as my tongue split her lips and slipped inside. She tasted so sweet and musky. Her labia were so smooth. It wasn’t long before she was dripping wet. My dick was sticking out of my boxers and I couldn’t help but to stroke it gently while I ate her pussy.

Her hips were rocking forward and back, pushing herself onto my face. I brought my free hand up and started to caress her clit while I was licking her slit. Her moans got quicker and louder as she approached orgasm. I wasn’t going to stop this time. I wanted her to cum right on my face. My tongue flicked faster and my fingers pinched and rubbed her clit just the way she liked it. Her moans turned into squeals and then into stifled screams as she bit her lip, trying not to cum.

“You can cum, Clare,” I said, my face still buried in her snatch.

My dick was rock hard in my hand when her orgasm hit. It rocked her so hard, she let go of her ankles to catch her balance on the floor. I didn’t let up. I pushed two fingers into her wet pussy as she fell to all fours on the floor in front of me. My thumb kept pressure on her clit while my fingers drilled into her. Her orgasm kept ramping up. After a few more moments of her holding her breath, she let out a yelp and squirted with her climax. Her pussy clenched so hard that it pushed my fingers out.

I wasn’t going to let her stop yet, though. I quickly moved up and shoved my cock inside her pussy while she was squirting. She screamed in delight and my body tensed with pleasure as I felt her clenching on my dick. I was getting close to orgasm just from rubbing my cock while eating her pussy, so it only took me a few more pumps to unload inside of her. When my cum flooded inside her, she moaned long and hard and her cunt clenched again on me. That just made me cum harder.

We held like that for a moment, each of our bodies pulsing and throbbing in a mutual orgasm. When it had passed, Clare slumped forward to the floor saying, “Thank you, sir.”

I sat back on the floor and leaned against the bed. It took a minute for me to regain my composure

“You did well, miss,” I said once I caught my breath. “Now, let’s go outside and sit in the hot tub and enjoy those drinks. You’ve earned it.”

We got up, walked outside naked, and got into the hot tub to relax..