The Quickie Chronicles - Freedom 200

So, I received some feedback from the last one and apparently it wasn't as well received.  I was going to just revise it but then I came up with something different altogether.

After nearly 2 years at this job, my time is finally coming to an end.  I'm not going to go into the reasons why I no longer desire to waste any more time for this company; just know I'm DONE.

Now I have no concerns about leaving any of my friends behind; they're friends, I'll see them often.  I do wish to cross one thing, well person, off my list before I go.

For the past 2 years, I've seen him in passing enough, sparked small conversations at the coffee pot, but never anything too deep.  I'd like to think the time we spent together could be considered flirting, but what do I know.  All men let women touch their beards, right?

To start my last day on the job, I started the way I've started every other day, with coffee.  Jacob strolls his way to the coffee pot as I add the last of my creamers.  I look up and smile.

"A little birdy told me it was your last day", he said, grabbing a cup.

"That little birdy told you right", I said putting a lid on my cup.  "Time for me to fly free from the constraints of this job.  Focus on finishing school and starting my real career."

"Well, that awesome", he said in a tone I couldn't quite read.  "Are you doing anything to celebrate your departure?"

"Besides the typical cake I know will appear around lunch time?  No."

"Well, could I take you somewhere to celebrate", he asked with a sly smile on his face.  Hell the fuck yea!!

"Yes.  I think I could use a little bit of celebration", I said matching his smile and enthusiasm.  Before departing with our coffees, we exchanged numbers to better facilitate communication for our rendez-vous that evening.  Just as I was sitting at my desk, I got a text: What's your favorite drink?

CROWN!

Lol ok.  Maybe something else...think food as well.

TEQUILA! Margaritas! Queso!

You seem very excited.  Do you always scream your drink preferences?

YES! Lol

As the day went out, our texting continued with a stream of playful banter.  We planned to meet at a Mexican restaurant not to far from where we live (we happened to live in the same neighborhood) a few hours after work.

After saying a few meaningful (and a few fake) goodbyes, I skipped out the building for the last time and drove home a little faster than I should have.  Once I locked my door, I ran straight to my closet.  What the FUCK was I going to wear?  I decided on a short, yet appropriate dress and carried my ass to and through the shower.

I arrived at the restaurant about 10 minutes later than we planned; I had had too much fun having a dance party getting dressed.  And I may have had a shot of tequila or two.  I saw Jacob waiting for me at the bar, with a margarita waiting for me.  He stood up to hug me as I approached.  He smelt GOOD; so good, I felt a tingle right between my legs.

I sat down and the next 3 hours seem to speed past me.  We ate chips and cheese, and drank all the margaritas.  I was assured that all of our meetings at the coffee pot were indeed flirting which further encouraged my antics.  There were more arms grabs and lingering thigh touches than I could count, mostly from my end.  But, the restaurant was closing and I didn't want the night to end.  Before I opened my tequila wasted mouth, I did a quick inventory of what my place looked like; and, then blurted out, "you know, I have tequila at my house."

"Is that an invite to continue the night at your place?"  I got a little too bold and stroked his beard, nodded my head, and grabbed his hand to lead him out the restaurant.  He followed me home in his car.  Once he made it into my apartment, I played gracious hostess and offered him a drink.

I take a seat on the couch a comfortable distance away from.  We drink our drinks and make small talk.  I ask Jacob if he would like a refill, but he's still working on his.  I get up to refill my cup and on the way back to the sofa Jacob pulls me on my lap.  My drink wastes all over the top of my dress.  Jacob sits his cup on my side table and says, "I guess you won't be needing this dress any more."

He pulls my dress off my shoulders, to my navel.  He quickly unsnaps my bra and removes that as well.  I turn to face him, straddling him.  His tongue invites my breasts into his mouth.  I moan in reaction to the moist warmness.  I grab the back of his neck, angling his mouth to meet mine.  I hungrily kiss his lips, sucking his tongue.

"Do you know how long I've wanted this", Jacob asked between kisses.

"Almost as long as me", I say, as I take his hand and lead him to my bed.

Once theI sre, I push him down.  I begin unbuckling and removing his pants.  My hands wander in his boxers, eager to meet the bulge calling me.  I start by slowly stroking him.  I speed up my pace as I begin to swirl my tongue on his tip.  Gradually, I take more and more of him in my mouth, all the way in my throat.  I swallow him further, and further; as far as he'll go.  He grabs my hair and pulls me up, bringing my mouth back to his.  He rolls us over and eases two fingers into my warm wetness.  His kisses drown out my moans.  I reach down, grabbing him, working him with my hands.  I brush his hands away from me, and guide his hardness into me.  I hiss as he enters.  I pull him down to my mouth again as our bodies begin to melt into one; synchronized movements rising and falling into each other.

Abruptly, he sits up and flips me over.  He slides back into me, holding my hips.  His thrusts, nothing like they were before.  They become more aggressive, with more of a hunger behind them.  I push back into him with all of my might.  Finally, I just fall over.  I grab hold to the sheets, bracing for his continuous pounding.  I arch my back and moan loudly as I get closer to my peak.  He reaches one arm around to grab me by the throat.

"Don't you dare cum.  Not without me."  I find the strength to get back up and bounce my ass on him.  My moans get more breathy as I get closer and closer.  His hand, still around my neck, gets tighter and his thrusts harder...

SKEET. SKEET. BOOM. EVERYWHERE.
I'm tired of writing.

I should have given a better ending to the 200th post but...meh.

The Quickie Chronicles: Freedom

In these times, we can only dream of the other side...

COVID-19.  Two and a half months of my life spent inside, socially distancing myself from all forms of happiness.  I drowned myself in my studies, I had all the time in the world so why not.  When I emerged from quarantine, it was time to defend my dissertation.  AND DEFEND THAT BITCH I DID!!!

So, on the first night of freedom, I gathered all my closest friends to celebrate Ph.D bitch!  Perfectly scheduled on a Friday, I need the perfect place to go.  A small bar with a live DJ, always extra turnt and packed on a Friday.

I got there early.  Dressed in a short white dress with some obscene quote, to show off my quarantine body.  I had to do something besides eat, write and masturbate...

Anyway, my friends began showing up.  Everyone I invited.  Including, him.  Now he was a 5'10, fit, bearded man I work with and have had my eyes on since day one.  Of course, I usually don't eat where I shit, but since I plan on leaving the job soon I had plans to end my lockdown drought.

It began with a pregame at a small mexican spot, and a few margaritas.  Directly followed by tequila shots as soon as we reached the bar.  Feeling beyond tipsy, my knees were on Meg the Stallion and I cut up to whatever the DJ play.  With the alcohol going straight to my head and loins, I made my way around our dance circle before stopping in front of him.  Beginning with a small tease, until a shift in the music which sent us into a wine.  We rhythmically pressed into each other until I had him pressed into a wall.  I rubbed my hands all over him; partially trying to stay on my feet, partially trying to get a good feel.  And he felt like all I wanted and more.

As time went on, I never left form on him and he didn't seem to mind.  Our dancing turned into flirtatious grabs and soft kisses on erogenous zones.  What was to come next would be answered with a simple question: "your place or mine?"

His it was.  I followed him home carefully and pulled in to a parking spot nearest to him at his apartment complex.  I followed him up the stairs and through his front door.  By the time he had the door locked, my dress was off.  He walked over and met his lips to mine.  They eagerly responded as my hands tugged his shirt over his head.  I ran my hands down his chest, then looked up into his eyes going back in for more kisses.  I easily unbuttoned his pants and pushed them and his boxers down.  I stopped kissing him and assessed his naked body.  Then, I dropped to my knees.

I knelt eye to tip with my dance partner and had a new friend for him to meet.  I gently brushed my lips against his tip and licked.  I swirled my tongue around and around, taking more and more in as I went.  I kept going until there was no more room for my hands to hold on to anything, and he was tickling my tonsils.  Mid gawk, he pulled me up by the back of my throat and brought my lips back to his.  Pulling away, he took my hand and led me to his sofa.

He took a seat and I took a squat above him.  I lowered my body onto him, adjusting to the girth pushing into me.  Flat on my feet, and with my hands on his shoulders for support, I began bouncing on his lap.  Sliding between being on my feet and on my knees, I moved my hands to his thighs.  I continued rocking, bouncing and grinding until I couldn't hold myself up any longer and shivered into my first orgasm.

Feeling drained, he flipped me over and pushed my knees into my chest.  He began to flick his tongue on my still swollen and pulsating clit.  Adding to my wetness, I quickly writhed into my second orgasm.  As the trembles were still going through me, he thrust himself back inside, rolling me to and through my third orgasm.  Putting my arm around his neck, I propped myself up off the sofa so I could wrap my legs around him and rock with him.  We sped up and slowed down.  His sweat fell into my face and we huffed our hard labored breath into each others faces.  I freed my breasts from my bra and offered them to his mouth.  He teased my nipples playfully, tugging at the bars pierced through them. I felt his thighs tighten beneath me, and his thrusts become more intent.  I held on to his neck with both arms now, as he rocked us forcefully into a synchronized orgasm.  We both collapsed onto the sofa.

Once my heart rate slowed, I slid off the sofa and found my dress, got dressed and walked out his door....