The Quickie Chronicles - Delivered

I'm in trouble, again...

Being stuck in the place between your ex and your next is no good.  Your ex is still sniffing around your ass.  You give in to temptation a few times, wake up regretting the shit.  Unneeded complications for when you finally move on.

Now the place between your ex fuck buddy and your next...whatever is even worse.  One, what does the end of a fuck buddy "relationship" look like?  Two, what if your potential next knows said ex fuck buddy?  And finally, what if you're confused about what this potential next wants from you; and, do you have to disclose all said information?

This sounds more like a Misfits post...

Anyway.  Here's the issue.  There's this guy.  I like him.  We're cool.  Been on a few dates.  Played around.  (No sex, though)  Talk each other to sleep on the phone EVERY night.

My ex fuck buddy flirts with the outskirts of his social circle.  But we haven't done anything in months....

Til today.

I'm trying to lose weight for the summer, so I'm walking the mile to work to add some cardio in my life.  Today, I'm casually walking when a UPS truck pulls up besides me and blows its horn.  Enter ex buddy, looking sexy as the fuck in doo doo brown.

"I know you heard me blow my horn, girl."

"You know I don't respond to horns Derrick." I say giggling.  The first time we met, he nearly broke the horn off his car blowing it so hard.  I wouldn't turn around for shit.  I mean, I hoped no one was having an accident or anything, but don't blow for me.

"It's been a minute since I saw you.  You still look good, Rose."  Does this mean I haven't lost any weight?  I put my head down and blush a little as I thank him for his compliment.  I glance at my watch, then up the street.  I gotta move my ass, I thought.   "Where you heading?"

"Work."

"You still work at the same place?"  I nod.   "I have a delivery not too far from there.  I can take you.  Hop on."

So y'all know there is really no passenger side right?  I sit on the floor by the entrance to the back of the truck.  We try to continue our small talk but between the noise of the truck and the packages shifting around I can't hear shit.  We make it to the site of the delivery.  He gets out the truck, walks to the back, and opens the back door and gets the boxes.

"Keep an eye out, I'm gonna leave the back open."  I nod as he walks away.

He's gone for a few minutes and it's getting pretty hot in this truck.  I mean it's parked in direct sunlight and all.  By the time he makes it back, I've removed my shoes, jacket, stockings, and have my dress hiked up too my ass.   He looks at me for a long time before he hops in the back of the truck and closes it from the inside.  He stalks up to me.  I feel like prey.  I try to scoot back to his chair, but he grabs my legs and pulls me to him.  He kneels down in front of me, I prop myself up on my elbows.  He leans over and starts kissing me, my thighs slide apart as I kiss back.

"Please tell me you have a condom somewhere in this truck," I manage to say between kisses.  He pulls a whole box of Magnums from under his seat.  I fall back on the floor, hitting my head kinda hard, and laughing.  He smacks my ass to make me stop.  I sit up and start undoing his pants.  Then I say fuck it and go for the shirt too.  I wanted to see if that 6 pack was still there.

And it was.  I began to trace the indentations of his muscles with my tongue.  Getting tired of feeling lost in the maze, I bring my attention, and tongue lower.  I began teasing the tip of his penis and lap up every bit of precum that has leaked out.  I take a condom out the box, open the wrapper and slip it in my mouth.  Then I slid it onto his dick using only my lips and tongue.  When I'm done, I just look up at him.  His mouth is wide open and his eyes look like they're about to pop out of his head.  Guess I never did that to him before.

He grabs my left thigh and flips me over.  I growl as I land and find my feline pose.  He enters me from behind and thrust wildly and I reciprocate every thrust thrown my way.  My bobby pins clatter to the ground as he grabs my bun and pulls.  I arch my back violently and feel the truck rock beneath me.  I turn around to see his face as I throw it back.  His eyes are closed, one hand in my hair, the other casually smacking my ass.  Covered in sweat.  I collapse beneath him.

Clearly not finished with me, he flips my lifeless body back over.  I just lay there, hair wild, staring up at him.  He lifts each of my legs and places one on each shoulder.  He slides back into my wetness and starts the motions all over again.  It isn't very long at all before my legs began to thrash about his neck and I became putty beneath him, again.

With my legs wrapped around his waist, he sat me on the highest stack of boxes and went back to work.  He knew I was in one of my cycles and that orgasms would roll out of me like conveyor belts at a factory.  I bit him softly on the shoulder.  He pulled my hair, pulling my head back, looked me in my eyes and kissed me deeply.  I felt sorry for whoever was getting that top box because it was covered with....me.

Banging on the wall of the truck, I welcomed my third and fourth orgasm before he finally joined me somewhere over the rainbow...

I made it to work, finally, 20 minutes late.  I received a text message shortly after asking when our next session would been.  I simply replied soon.

Here comes trouble...