I Can’t Wait Anymore

Two weeks had passed since my Saturday night with Scott. I had to try really hard not to press too far down on the accelerator as I drove over to his condo. Unconsciously at a stop light, I slid my hand into my dress and felt my damp lace panties (nude lace thong for those of you who I know are curious).

We were supposed to go out for dinner, but as I knocked on his door, all I could think about was ripping off all of his clothes and having him fuck me right away.

It didn’t go exactly like that.

“It’s work, I’m sorry. It’ll just be a couple of minutes.” He held his phone away from his mouth and whispered.

I pouted and give him my puppy dog face, but he was back to talking to whoever he was talking to on the phone and too busy to notice me.

I stood in his entryway, as he paced around in front of me. After a few minutes, I gave up and sat down on the couch.

A few minutes later, he sat down next to me, phone still attached to his ear. “I’m really sorry, it’s the project in North Carolina.”

“It’s okay.” I said trying not to sound too disappointed. He had warned me that work was his life, but I hadn’t listened.

“There’s a problem and I just have to stay on the phone while they try to figure it out. Hopefully, in just a couple more minutes everything will be under control and I’ll be all yours.”

But ten minutes later, he was still on the phone and I was getting annoyed. I thought about leaving, but I was too horny and my dildo wasn’t going to be enough to satisfy me.

Instead, I stood up in front of him. He was about to say something, but I put my index finger in front of my lips.

“I can’t wait any longer.” I said softly. I fell to my knees in front of him. I liked the feeling of his living room carpet, a lot better than the cement porch.

While he tried to talk on the phone, I undid his belt and opened up his pants. I found his cock and pulled it out of his boxers.

He was almost completely soft, but I was ready to do whatever it took to get him hard. I leaned forward between his legs and ran my tongue around the tip of his cock. It started to show some life, so I opened up my mouth and wrapped my lips around his head.

As slowly as I could go, I slid my lips down his shaft. I could feel his cock hardening in my mouth as he kept talking on the phone. I could tell he was trying to get off the phone, but whoever was on the other side wouldn’t let him.

I looked up and just as slowly slid my lips back up his shaft. He was biting his lip.

He was rock hard by the time I slid my lips down his cock again.

I stopped going so slow and soon my lips were sliding up and down on him as quickly as I could. My head was bobbing up and down between his legs. I held on to his legs to brace myself.

And finally he got the words he was waiting for. “That’s great news Ken. Let me know if there’s anymore issues.” He hung up the phone without even saying good bye.

“About time.”

“Sorry, they were getting a false positive on one of the programs.”

“Shh, I don’t really care right now.” I said as I got off my knees. “I’m so horny. I can’t wait any longer. I need to feel you inside of me.”

“Amy, you know how to get a man’s attention.”

“Good.” I said as I peeled off my panties and left them on the floor.

I pulled up my dress, then climbed on top of him. His bare cock was pressed against my waist. We kissed as our bodies rubbed against each other. It was more than I could take and stopped being cautious Anal Amy. I wanted to be the slut who got fucked without a condom and filled with hot cum.

“I know we barely know each other, but is there anything I need to know. Any reason why you should put on a condom.”

“No,” He pushed his cock hard against my waist.

“I’m on the pill.” I said as I rubbed my lips against the tip of his cock.

He pulled my hips down and I felt his cock slide between my lips. He pushed all the way inside of me, then I lifted myself up a few inches.

There was no going slowly this time. I bounced up and down his cock as fast as I could. “Your cock feels so fucking good inside of me.” For the first time since Owen, I was having unprotected sex.

“You’re so wet.”

My legs were starting to get tired from going as fast as I could, but I didn’t slow down until I felt him grab my hips and pull me down on his cock. He thrust up into me and felt his cock throbbing inside of me. I felt his hot liquid inside of me.

“I needed that.” He said after he had filled me with all of the cum that he had to offer.

“You needed that. Holy fuck, I needed that.” I said as I wiped the sweat off my forehead. I’m the kind of girl that needs to get fucked every day to be satisfied. I don’t really like this once every two weeks deal we have going on.”

“So you’re not dating or seeing anyone else?” He asked right after I climbed off of him and was bending over to grab my panties from the floor. Luckily, I was facing away from him so he couldn’t see the reaction on my face.

“Nope.” I said, trying to act calm and casual as imagined all of the girlfriend he was fucking or maybe even the wife.

“I thought for sure you had something going on with that one guy at your job. The one who kept watching me as we talked.

“Nope, it’s just you.” I said as I looked into his kitchen, hoping to spot a bottle of wine or even some hard liquor.

“Oh.”

“Do you have a girlfriend?” I paused for a second. “A wife?”

“No way.” He laughed. “My wife is my work.”

“Oh.”

“Amy, I like you. A lot. The sex is fucking awesome. But with your schedule and me being out of town so much for work, I don’t mind if you see someone else. Next weekend, I probably won’t be able to see you and most of August, I’ll be up in North Carolina.”

I didn’t care about August, but I was hoping to see him next weekend. It was my birthday and I felt my heart sank. It wasn’t his fault. I hadn’t told him about my birthday, but I was devastated and did my best not to show it for the rest of the night. Luckily, he quickly changed the conversation to where we should go for dinner.

And good Amy would probably never see him again, but I already knew that whenever I got a chance I would be back over at his condo.

I like Scott. Not like I loved Owen, but still I’ve grown attached to him. I knew that he wasn’t the guy I was going to marry, but the sex was good. Really good. With him, I felt comfortable being slutty, doing things that would make most guys look negatively at me. Don’t get me wrong, I’m sure most guys would love cumming on my face, but they wouldn’t appreciate it like Scott.

Up until that I point, I really didn’t want to see anyone else. But later that night when we came back from dinner and he was pounding my pussy, I was imagining another guy fucking me next weekend.