Lunchtime Voyeur Orgies – 3
by Editor on September 12th, 2020
filed under Voyeur
“I have a whole pantry full of bonbons at my place,” he said, leaning back in the booth, and spreading out his arms along the back to show off his chest muscles. “I’m Woody.” She couldn’t help but glance down below his waist again. “Nice to meet you Naomi.”
“Are you trying to get me into your pantry?” She was solidly in flirting-back mode now.
“I think we can find a more comfortable area,” Woody said, taking a bite of his pie. “So, when should I pick you up after work?”
“Three o’clock.” Did she really just blurt that out? Before she could reconsider or even think about whether she wanted to reconsider, Naomi turned and walked back to the kitchen. She had other customers to take care of. After she refilled coffee and brought the checks to her other tables, she turned back toward Woody’s booth. He was gone. Her face clouded by disappointment, she walked slowly over. When she looked at his dishes, though, her face lit up. There was a hundred dollar bill, with a note.
“3:00,” was all it said. She looked at her watch. It was 2:40. Holy crap. She wrapped up her work hastily. At first she was hurrying to get ready for Woody. Then she was hurrying just to have time to think straight. But then she realized that she was well-passed thinking straight or otherwise. And she was back to hurrying to get ready for Woody. Just like that, she was heading out the door at five to three. As she was unlocking her car door, a red Dodge Viper pulled up next to her.
“Hey, Naomi,” said Woody.
His smile was too much. Any hesitation she may have had at a rendezvous with this young stranger melted away in the electricity of that smile.
When she didn’t immediately respond, the young man added, “Ready for some bonbons?”
Naomi felt herself dampen at the sound of his voice and its unmistakable expression of desire for her.
In a flash, still with no response from her, Woody was out of his car, and leading her by the hand around to the passenger side, then opening the door. She sat down wordlessly, pulling her skirt down lower on her thighs as he jumped back into the driver’s seat, shut the door, and took off.
“You’re not a serial killer, are you?” she asked, wondering if maybe he really was. He was too perfect.
“Too late now, isn’t it,” he smiled. God, she was outright wet. She crossed her legs, her excitement building. They were at his place in no time. It was a very big house with a three car garage. He pulled up to the front entrance, and got out to open her door, helping her out. She held his hand. She was trembling, not with fear, but with building excitement. He stepped closer to her, pressing her gently against the car as he leaned down to kiss her. She closed her eyes and their lips came together, softly at first, then harder. Their tongues mingled. He pulled away.
“Drink?”
“Hell yes,” she said, hoping it would calm her down some. She needed the edge taken off. They went into the house, and it was beautiful, nicely appointed with a lot of artwork. He took her hand, leading her up the winding staircase to the split-level loft that overlooked the great room. As he climbed, Naomi watched his ass through his tight jeans. God, she wanted to see him naked.
They reached a large, dimly-let bedroom with a king size canopy bed in the center of the room. Woody went to the bar in the corner and came back with a two glasses with a clear liquid over ice. She took a sip. It was perfect, Stoli Orange. She hummed with satisfaction. They both drank without taking the time to savor, and Naomi started to feel warm and comfortable already. Woody took the glass from her hand and put them both on the table. Moving closer, he kissed her again and she returned it with even greater intensity. Naomi’s hands caressed his back and moved down to his ass. Woody’s hands were rubbing the small of her back, one of her personal erogenous zones. They both moaned as their tongues entwined.
Naomi’s hands then moved to his chest, working their way down to his hard abs, and rested at the waistline of his jeans. With a twinkle in her eyes, she unbuttoned them. He unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off. His chest was so muscular. She unzipped him. She could feel his bulge now. It was much bigger than it had appeared in the restaurant.
Pushing him back on the bed, she pulled his jeans down. He didn’t have underwear on, and his semi hard cock sprang out as she pulled his jeans all the way off. She knelt before him, taking the rod in her hand. It began to harden to its full length. It was thick, with an already-glistening head. She licked her lips. Choosy about men or not, she loved sucking cock, and it had been so long. She took the head into her mouth, her hands moving lower to caress his shaved balls.
