Reclamation

Part OneI?d slid away from my computer desk an hour earlier, reheated some frozen leftovers and hastily eaten dinner and then I had taken a quick shower to wash the days? dust out of my hair and eyes.Crawling under the false flooring of a twenty-year-old data center, pulling out nearly one-half-mile of ancient wiring and retrenching new fiber optic cables, kicks up half a ton of dust bunnies. I could have hired a small crew of young men to do the same thing, but workmanship being what it sometimes is, I chose to do it myself, and I pocketed an extra two grand in the process.It had been a long two days, and I had been a filthy, clammy and hungry fucker. I was a bit on the horny side, also. I had chosen to pass on the urge to jerk-off in the shower, thinking I might have some new email invitations from my online personal ad I had been trolling on I had hoped there would be a solution to my needs, awaiting me.I?m a troubleshooter. Amongst other talents, I've polished, I do know how to effectively address and repair, certain specialty dilemmas.I?m the fellow you engage to diagnose issues, then make the proper technical recommendations or actually do the hands-on-work myself. Consulting has its unique advantages. I tend to associate with slightly more of an educated crowd. Professional respect and courtesies come with the turf. I am not the low man on the totem pole, so-to-speak?but it is best to act like I am, sometimes. Displaying too much ego is a reputation killer, in my line of work. So too, though, is indecisiveness and a shaky voice.It?s a fine line, but one I?ve learned to walk. And, it aids in keeping my ex-wife living in the manner to which she claimed she?d grown accustomed.I was going to address my sexual cravings tonight, one way or the other, but I preferred some female assistance, if possible.I strolled through my doorway of my in-home office, Bacardi cocktail in-hand, naughty thoughts formulating, and I noticed??Hey, you online? I?ve a problrem that I havr allowrd to festr for a few months and youre the only guy I know I can talk to about this?*problem, have, allowed, fester?The instant messenger window from my AOL chat program was eating up the lower left quadrant of my monitor, and the time stamp indicated that Sandra, aka ScrumptiousAt39, had just initiated her message to me, not more than twenty-five minutes earlier. Her typical hot pink, bold, Tahoma font, glowed enticingly from my screen.I hadn?t spoken with nor seen this petite, gold-digging, fuck-monster since the previous autumn?s equinox. My dick immediately swelled a smidgen, pinned next to my left leg and beneath my boxer briefs. I ran the hair brush through my moist mane and hoped that she was still sitting at her own desk, in her own office, less than twenty miles away.As I sat down in my reclining bayan escort beylikdüzü chair, I calculated that Sandra had turned 40, just a month ago. I also considered that of all the possible maybes, which may be sitting in my AFF inbox, Sandra was also still, the cream-of-that-crop.I lit a cigarette, and reached for the mouse to my right. Tilting the wide flat screen down slightly for a more comfortable view, I sat my drink on the DVD I?d wasted, but used for a coaster ? just to the left of my wireless keyboard, adjusted my ass in the chair one last time and pondered my reply.?And what can I do for you, my dear???To what do I owe the honor, Scrumptious???Turn on your web cam and show me your gorgeous, wet slit!?I absent-mindedly logged into AFF and checked, (just in case the impossible twenty-five year-old, hard-bodied, blonde had sent me a wink) my inbox.Yet another forty-eight hours of nothing, greeted me, instead.I knew that Sandra would be able to see that I?d sat back down at my desktop. AOL?s program would detect my mouse moving around and show everyone in my buddy list that I?d returned online, from being away.Although it had been nearly five months since I last enjoyed eating her appreciative cunt and decorating her slender, tanned neck with a copious pearl necklace, I had kept her user-name within my friend list. I never saw her online, as she chose to remain invisible nearly all the time. But I always knew she was there. I?d hoped she was, anyway.?How?s my favorite lusty Italian?and how may I be of assistance??, I finally managed to tap out on the keys.My cock was now fully engorged again, and I was oozing pre-cum all over the waistband of my black Jockeys. I should have stroked this urge off, earlier. I?d need to settle down just a little bit, with this chat, if it happened.Several seconds of time accumulated; gathering to one, then two moments?as I snuffed out the butt of my spent cigarette. I lifted my drink and enjoyed its taste with three small sips.Perhaps I?d waited a bit too long?It was a Friday night, after all. And even though it was February and cold as hell outside now, there wasn?t any snow or ice on the roads, and it was quite possible that Sandra had a hot date tonight and was either now gone, or was in her own shower and already had plans.Just as I was setting my drink back to the coaster, and lighting another smoke ??I did somrthing rrally damned stupid. I?m in a hjam and I?m too embarrassed to discuss it with any of my friends. Can I call you?*something, really, jam?I puffed and grinned and typed...?You have a standing invitation, anytime, S. Still the same number.?Her manicured French nails often produced typos and I knew she much preferred to talk whenever possible.Two breaths later, my cell phone vibrated escort bayan beylikdüzü gently in its holster, to the right of my mouse and as I flipped it open, I inhaled deeply, another drag of nicotine. Then I exhaled audibly.?Still smoking, huh???Winston tastes good, like a cigarette, should!??Shame, you always knew that was a deal-breaker for me.?I took another shallow drag.?As I recall, you weren?t in the mood for a relationship, so, what did it matter, babe?? I tilted the microphone end, up and away from my mouth, keeping the speaker on my right ear, as I again exhaled blue smoke.No need to antagonize; I wanted to feel her eager throat around my cock again!?It was never about you, personally, Jeff?I?ve missed you like that, too! I've missed your tongue on my clit and your cock in my mouth!"My dick began twitching, and she probably knew it.?So, tell me, S?what have you done which you can?t tell anyone about, except for me?the man who wanted to settle down with you, just five short months ago???Well, I know you won?t judge me.?I chuckled slightly, as my heavy dick was pulsing now. Sandra's voice, along with my own previous sense of craving, was starting to get to me.?And???You remember I was looking to get rid of my Escalade???Uh huh.??That next Friday after I tried to fuck you out of my memories, I went to a Chrysler dealership and negotiated with a guy to trade the Cadillac in for a cute little convertible, to get better mileage!??And, you bought a new sports car, instead???Well, yes, but...I met a guy. He was my salesman, actually. Quite charming, very forward and he helped me greatly with the paperwork, gave me a great deal with the trade-in.??What else did he give ya?? I was grinning, eager to hear a tale.Sandra had been utilizing AFF herself, for just over a year, and she and I had often compared ?dates from Hell??I didn?t know for sure, but I figured this - was another of those. If I couldn?t fuck her again, I could at least enjoy another tragically humorous story, tonight.?Well, it was a Friday afternoon, I was horny ? as usual! He looked like a six-foot tall red-headed, freckled carrot. Not my usual type; but, he was quite forwardly flirtatious and you know I have a soft spot for a man who takes charge. And he?d done me a big favor, saving me thousands!??So you blew him in his office and you?re afraid you caught herpes???Do you want to hear this or not?? She almost barked.?Please continue; I sometimes, can?t help myself.??No?sometimes you?re just too smart-assed for your own good.??So there you stood, in your short, white shorts, tight, pink tank-top, pussy dripping and thinking naughty thoughts about you and Prince Charming?the used car salesman?? This was going to be good, I thought.?He already had my phone number and my kayaşehir escort address from the paperwork. He asked me if I had any plans for the weekend as he handed me his business card and I replied that my calendar was open, and suggested he call me around seven p.m.??You drove home with the top down, your fingers in your panties, masturbating at nearly eighty miles per hour and got pulled over by a hunky motorcycle cop??Ignoring me, she continued, ?At six-thirty, my doorbell rang and I rushed out of my bathroom, down the stairs and peeked out the front door. It was Josh. He cleans up nice, but I only had a bath towel around me and my hair was sopping wet.??You opened the door???I swung it open, the towel slid down and revealed my right breast and nipple; his jaw hit the concrete stoop, his dick tented his shorts and I had to grab his hand and drag him inside!??He wasn?t exactly a take-charge kind of guy after all???Well, let me just say, that for a twenty-four year old man, he at least follows directions, very well?at least about some things.??So you and Josh ended up banging all weekend, while your kids spent the next sixty hours with their father, what?s the problem???It gets more complicated.??It always does, Sandra?did he fall in love with you, too???It would be simpler if he had...Tell me Jeff, is your dick hard, now?"She was stonewalling, teasing and tormenting all at once."I could cut diamonds with it, right now - you know that."Sandra had always enjoyed verbal flirtations as well as visual temptations, and providing them; this was something new and she was truly embarrassed. I had not seen this 'dancing-around-the-bushes' side of her before; I attempted to coax it out of her.?So you fooled around with a man who isn?t your normal type. It was just meant to be a brief fling and you find yourself now in some kind of relationship with him, is that the problem? You broke things off with me, when I hinted at a real, monogamous relationship. Can't pull the trigger, now...or what???We became quick fuck-friends after that first weekend. He wasn?t eager to glom onto me. He was polite, it was decent sex ? I mean, he?s twenty-four and his dick never goes soft! I could close my eyes or fuck him in reverse cowgirl and not have to look at his ridiculous hair! Plus, he paid attention and soon - he almost licked my clit as well as you once did!??And you were never going to fall head over heels for him.??Exactly. And unlike you, Jeff; he would never fall for me, either. I was his little MILF and he and I both liked that arrangement.??Heh, you were my little MILF and I liked that arrangement, too...but unlike me, he now has put your tit in a ringer, so-to-speak??I swirled the rum in my glass, the ice cubes tinkling audibly as I waited to hear her next comment.?I just can?t believe I have opened myself up to this kind of financial blackmail, by an asshole, fifteen fucking years younger than me!"She spit that sentence out with venom; I could almost taste her disgust with herself - on my own tongue.?Now we get to the heart of the matter???I could call him whenever I wanted an orgasm on my terms.