Nervous

He tried to push me away. “Miss, I don’t even know you.” He held up his left hand to show me his ring. “Besides, I’m married and extremely faithful.”

I giggled. All men are dogs. Some of them just don’t know it until you educate them. “What does it mean to be extremely faithful?”

“It means I don’t even look at other women,” he replied.

I let him go and backed away, climbing up on the mattress set and pulling my top over my head. When I reached behind me and starting unclasping my bra, I said, “So, I guess you won’t look at my tits then.”

He not only was looking, he was staring. I bet his wife had carried three or four kids and had tits hanging down to her belly button. My tatas were pert.

I lifted the side of my skirt, reached beneath the elastic of my panties, and started fingering myself. “Jerry, you know you want this pussy. Come on and get some.”

He faltered before stating, “There is something seriously wrong with you.”

“No, there’s something seriously wrong with you if you don’t take advantage of this situation because it will never come your way again.”

He was beginning to turn me off but I just loved a challenge and I wasn’t about to give up until I got the dick. Besides, Jon deserved to be reprimanded and shown who was controlling things.

I lay down in the middle of the bed, pulled my fingers out my panties, and started licking them. “Damn, I taste sooo good. You sure you don’t want a taste?”

It was obvious he was thinking about taking advantage of the opportunity. He was looking back and forth between me and the parking lot.

“Oh, come on, Jerry,” I said. “No one is going to come in here shopping at this time on a Monday evening. People are stressing over their first day back at work, thinking about what they did over the weekend and wondering why it had to end.”

Then he did it. He asked me a stupid fucking question. “Did my wife send you?”

I laughed. “No, I don’t know the bitch.”

“She’s always talking about not trusting me. How do I know you’re not one of those, what do they call them, decoys that they have on talk shows all the time?”

I shook my head. “Jerry, you need to get a life. You’re a sexy man, I’m a sex fiend, and I want to fuck you. Right here, right now. It’s just that simple.” I pointed at the door. “Lock it.”

He didn’t utter a word. Just did as he was instructed. When the door was secure, he came back over to the bed and asked, “Now what?”

“Take off your clothes.”

“All of them?”

“No, the pants will do. I just want some dick.”

He trembled as he undid his belt and kicked off his shoes. “This is absolutely insane. I can’t believe I’m doing this.”

“Believe it, Jerry. You’re doing it. You’re about to fuck a complete stranger at your job. Don’t worry. Your secret is safe with me.”

“So, what’s your name anyway?” he asked as he climbed on the bed beside me.

I smacked my lips. “I don’t have a name, Jerry. But if you insist on calling me something, just call me Whore. I think I’d like that.”

“You want me to call you Whore?”

“Yes, sure, why not?”

“Look, are you sure you’re clean?” He started looking me up and down, like he was doing an examination. “I don’t have a condom.”

“Jerry, either we’re going to shit or get off the pot. Know what I’m saying?” I asked. “I don’t believe in condoms. When it’s my time, it’s my time. But, for the record, yes, I am clean.”

I decided there had been enough talking. I felt like a man trying to persuade a virgin to do it for the first time.

“Jerry, just shut the hell up!” I yelled at him. “Now give me my dick!”