I first saw Mark at my cousin Cindy’s wedding ten years ago. Sitting beside my boyfriend Tim, I was waiting for the ceremony to start when I noticed him two rows ahead at the end of the pew. Something about the shape of his ears and the breadth of his shoulders caught my attention, and I was curious to know what he looked like from the front. When he turned around to watch Cindy and my uncle Roger walk down the aisle, I kept my focus directly on him. With a friendly face and an infectious smile, I felt the connection immediately, and as strange as this may sound--maybe it’s because I had a tickle in my throat and I coughed--at that moment,he glanced over and our eyes met.
Later at the reception, we all ended up at the same table too--Mark and his girlfriend Liz, my boyfriend Tim and I, and four other people, who, at that point, could have been wearing bags over their heads for all I cared. Even Tim became invisible with Mark around.
“So you’re Cindy’s cousin, eh?” By the twinkle in his eye, I was sure he was feeling the same sort of chemistry I was, and I counted it a good thing that we were sitting next to each other, otherwise we would have been talking over people all night.
“Yup. Always have been.” I get sarcastic when I’m nervous.
“You live in town?” he asked. Good. He was getting the basics out of the way early. Where do you live? How do you feel about love at first sight? Do you have any sexually transmitted diseases I should know about? OK, so he didn’t ask those last two questions, but I know he was thinking them.
“Spruce Street, on the east side. You?”
“Near down town…” We talked easily throughout the evening, and I learned that he’d met Liz at university and that they’d been dating exclusively for five years. I learned that he liked football and skiing, and that once--when he was six--he fell off the monkey bars and broke his arm in two places. I also learned that he liked having his toes sucked, though I can’t remember when (or how) that came up in the conversation.
Once the speeches were over and the tables had been cleared, the music started. Of course, we had our own partners to dance with--anything else would’ve seemed strange--but when a conga line formed randomly, it was every man (and woman) for themselves. I was not surprised when Mark ended up behind me, his hands like branding irons on my waist as we shuffled and hopped our way around the room.
When it was time to go home, we stood at the door of the hall and said our goodbyes. “It was nice meeting you.” I smiled at both him and Liz.
“Same,” Mark said. Liz was silent. After getting into our car and driving away, I wondered whether I’d ever see Mark again. I did bump into Liz a year and a half later at Cindy’s baby shower, but as you might expect, she barely acknowledged my existence.
It took a while, but I eventually came to terms with the fact that meeting Mark was a one-time deal, that there was no chance of the two of us ever hooking up. Then one day--out of the blue--while picking up a few things at the hardware store (for Tim, no less), I ran into Mark in the cleaning products’ aisle.
I was looking for something to get the grease off of Tim’s motorcycle when, just like at the wedding, I saw him from behind, drawn in by his ears. “Mark?”
Turning around, his face lit up. “Hey, Maggie. Wow, this is a surprise.” He hugged me briefly--noticeably too fast--smacking me on the back like I was one of his football buddies.
“Yeah.” My heart was pounding nearly out of my chest.
“What’s it been? Almost three years?” Two years and ten months to be exact.
“About that.” I could feel the warmth rising in my cheeks just from hearing his voice. The physical contact may have had something to do with that as well.
“How have you been?”
“What are you up to these days?” With a bit of scruff on his face, he looked sexier than ever, his eyes bluer, his lips even more kissable.
“Not much. I have my own boutique now.” I’d been a buyer for a high-end clothing retailer for years but had finally saved up enough money to open a store of my own.
“Well, Liz and I are married.” The statement came out of nowhere, but it wasn’t something I didn’t already know. I’d heard about it from Cindy.
“Didn’t you go to Mexico? Got married on the beach?”
“Yeah. It was nice.”
“I’m sure it was.” I looked down at the floor. The last thing I wanted to hear about was his marriage to Liz.
“What about you?”
“Tim and I are still together. We are getting married in September.”
“Weddings all around then.” He didn’t seem too happy for me.
I felt the same about his situation. “I guess.”
“No babies, if that’s what you mean?”
“None for us yet either.” Even if they did have kids, what did I care? As selfish and as cold-hearted as this may sound, I just wanted him to touch me, to put his hands under my shirt, on my breasts, down my pants, inside my vagina.
“So…” We both stood there staring.
“I don’t know.” Mark laughed. The fact that we wanted each other was painfully obvious.
“Are you done shopping?”
“I can’t even remember what I came here for.”
“Well, you got yourself a paint scraper.” I motioned toward his basket.
“That’s all I need,” he declared, and so saying,we started walking toward the front of the store. Nothing else mattered, and once through the cash, we headed outside, Mark casually steering me in the direction of his car.
“This is me.” He pointed to a black SUV.
“I’m over there.” I didn’t move--I couldn’t.
“Wanna get in for a minute?” he asked, his eyebrows lifting playfully, hopefully.
“Sure.” I didn’t even have to think about it. Fueled by a build-up of sexual tension, I hopped into the passenger side and waited for Mark to go around.
“It’s good seeing you again,” he said, once he’d settled into his seat.
“It’s good seeing you too,” I replied, fidgeting nervously.
When he set his hand on my leg, I nearly went through the roof. “Mark…”
“Maggie…” Trailing his fingers up the inside of my thigh, he was slowly, purposefully driving me insane. It’s a good thing I was sitting too because I would’ve fallen down otherwise, all the blood rushing from my head to pool between my legs.
When he got near my crotch, he paused for a moment, possibly to give me one last chance to back out. His eyes the color of a bright, morning sky, I couldn’t resist. “I want you to touch me,” I whispered. “I’ve wanted you to touch me for so long.”
In response, Mark set his mouth to mine, his intent to possess me urgent, animal. Feeling weak and heavy, I just took it; I let him kiss me hungrily,trying to absorb every ounce of his lust. Stroking my neck and back, and searching inside my jacket and under my shirt, his hands were everywhere. The more he explored, the hotter I got, until I couldn’t stand it anymore.
“Hang on…” I sputtered, trying to climb onto his lap. Granted, the move seemed ridiculous given the confines of the space, but I needed to have him between my legs; I needed to have him inside of me. In a straddle position, I was faintly able to detect Mark’s erection beneath his clothing. “You feel so good,” I moaned, rocking my hips back and forth. “And you smell good too.” Between our rising body temperatures and the pungency of Mark’s aftershave, the scent in the air was truly divine. “I need you,” I said,fast approaching my boiling point. Without question, I needed him to make me cum.
“Yeah,” He could barely speak but I could tell that he needed the same thing.
We were both teetering on the brink of insanity, when someone suddenly started the car next to us. “Oh my gosh,” I yelped,literally jumping off of Mark’s lap and accidentally knocking him in the chin with my elbow. “Maybe we should go somewhere else,” I said, self-consciously fixing my clothes and hair,my chest heaving.
“Where?” Mark gasped. He was as flustered as I was, the tent in his pants definitely telling.
“Anywhere. Just not here.”
“Yeah,” he answered, starting the car. Logically, I thought that he’d drive to a motel somewhere. Instead, he sped over to the edge of the parking lot near some bushes--not more than thirty feet away. “This OK?” he asked. Without waiting for an answer, he threw the car into park and turned back to me.
Seizing my face, he kissed me hard--harder than before--probing his tongue deep into my mouth, like he wanted to penetrate me to my very core. Within a few seconds--regardless of our whereabouts--we were devouring each other again,negotiating our heads, torsos, and limbs this way and that, sucking and licking and caressing, trying to consume what we could of each other, trying to fit a few years’ worth of longing into ten minutes.
Forcing his way inside my bra, Mark growled,“Let me feel your tits.” Grabbing both mounds, he squeezed them over and over--working away, massaging--as if he were bent on milking me dry.
“Jesus, Mark…” I cried when he pinched my nipples.
“I’m sorry. Is this better?” Leaning down, he then took each teat gingerly into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the rising edges, sucking and nibbling at my ever-hardening nubs.
“Mmm…hmmm...” I sighed. “I want more.”
“Do you?” he grinned. With my help, Mark took off my pants, unzipping the fly and yanking them down so that they bunched up around my knees. Parting my legs as best I could, I invited him to play, my pussy aching and swollen. Moving my underwear over to one side, he stared.
“What’s wrong?” I asked. Did my vagina look funny?
“You are so wet,” he murmured, contemplatively swirling his fingertips over my glossy, slick mound. It felt like heaven as he stroked and prodded, alternately touching me and licking my juices off his hand. When I started to shake--about ready to shatter—he adamantly shoved three fingers to the very depths of my channel, penetrating me so easily that it was almost embarrassing. It was like my pussy was drooling. In and out, in and out, he thrust into my cleft, pausing every few seconds to rub at my clitoris. “Since that day at Cindy’s wedding,I’ve dreamt about doing this…licking your pussy…and fucking you so hard.” Twisting and turning his fingers, he maligned the inside of my walls, shoving in his digits right up to the knuckles.
“Mark, stop…” I begged, the physicality of it all too much to bear. Hearing him confess his desire for me was easily enough to send me over the edge. “I’m gonna cum…”
“Do it. Show me how much you like it when I touch you.” And show him I did. As he invaded my body, I bore down on his hand, bucking and writhing to take everything he gave--tightening around his boldness, exhilarated by his adulation. When at last, the contractions had subsided, I just sat there, sated and happy. “I loved watching you do that,” he said, his hand resting comfortably between my legs.
“Now it’s your turn.” I reached over and unbuttoned his jeans, fiddling with his boxers to release his penis. “Ohhhh…” I purred when I saw it--a long and very hard appendage that rose up from amongst a thatch of brown, curly pubic hair. Grabbing him firmly at the base, I tentatively kissed the tip.
“Suck it,” he commanded, lifting his hips to get more into my mouth.
“You mean like this?” I asked, thereafter swallowing his rod fully, laving up and down, licking, kissing, and venturing all around. When I clutched his balls tightly, he made a sobbing noise and began thrusting at my face even more, holding the back of my head with both hands--forcing me grievously onto his spear.
I knew he was about to climax when he began to vibrate in his seat, and I increased the vehemence of my execution, sucking and stroking, sucking and stroking--faster and faster, harder and harder--until he blew, his cream spurting to the back of my throat, all warm and salty.
With the evening advancing, we both just rested,content to be together for the brief time that we had. When a police car zoomed down the street however--its sirens blaring--reality came rushing back. “I’d better go.” Mark said. He sounded despondent.
“Me too. Tim will be wondering where I am.”
“OK, well, see you.” Neither of us pushed for anything more.
“Take care of yourself.” I gave Mark a quick peck on the cheek and got out of the car. As I walked away, I could feel him watching me, though I didn’t turn around.
* * *
After the incident at the hardware store, I went back to my regular life. Everyday, I went to work, and every day, I tried to be a good partner to Tim. To be honest, things were pretty good--as good as they were going to get without having Mark around. I still missed him though, and sadly, another two years passed without a word.
Then one night, after a very long and strenuous week, I was finishing some paperwork in the back of my shop, when I heard the doorbell chime. Someone had come in just as I was getting ready to close. Heading out front to see who it was (and to try to get rid of them as fast as possible), I heard my sales associate Audrey say, “Can I help you,sir?”
“Ah yeah, I guess.” The voice sounded familiar. “I’m looking for Maggie McAlester.” It was Mark.
My heart beating like crazy, I moved to where he could see me. “Hi,” I said, trying to act cool and unaffected. He appeared exactly the same, though his hair was a bit longer.
Raising his hand in a shy wave, he smiled. “Hi.”
“I’ll lock up, Audrey,” I said to my assistant.“You might as well go home.” It only took a few seconds, but I knew what was coming. Intuitively, Audrey knew too.
Grabbing her sweater and purse in haste, she made her way to the door. “Is that him?” she whispered.
“Yup,” I nodded.
“You two have a good evening.” She gave me a wink.
“See you tomorrow.” I closed the door behind her and turned the lock.
“I hope you don’t mind me coming,” Mark said plainly. “I had to ask Cindy where I could find you.” He scanned the room. “Nice place,by-the-way. You must be very proud.”
“I’ve worked hard.” His sudden arrival had my stomach in knots. I was happy that he’d come, but angry that it had taken him so long. “Why do I have to keep waiting years to see you?” For some reason, I’d left it to him to find me again.
“I know. I’m sorry, but I wasn’t sure if...” He paused, the corners of his mouth turning down.
“You weren’t sure if what?”
“That you’d want to see me.”
“Why wouldn’t I want to see you?’ What, was he nuts?
“You know why.” Certainly I knew, but that didn’t make me want him any less. “I think about you all the time.”
“Me too. That’s why I’m here.” Stepping forward, he took me his arms. “I’ve missed you,” he murmured. “I’ve missed this...” Then pressing his lips to mine, he tightened his hold on me, our torsos melting together. And what started off soft and sweet,quickly turned savage, the passion between us increasing exponentially. Soon, we were groping and pawing a teach other, Mark lifting my dress and yanking at my panties while I was doing my best to get under his clothes as well.
Unbuttoning his shirt and unzipping his jeans, I pleaded, “Fuck me. Please.” I was beyond ready.
“Come on.” Lifting me up, he ushered me over near the cash register to set me on the counter. “Take off this belt,”he barked, removing the thin strap of leather from around my waist. And as the fabric of my garment fell open, he pushed me back and spread my legs, the silk draping softly at my side. With my knees bent, my underwear askew, and my heels clicking on the edge of the cabinet, I held on as he pressed his face into my crotch.
“Oh my god, Mark.” My fingers entwined in his hair, I urged him onto my clitoris, wanting him to suck on it and bite it. I wanted him to fuck my hole with his tongue and lick my pussy, and Mark did all that, wantonly dipping into my vagina with slow,pulsating pokes, traversing every rise and hollow of my cunt until I was squirming feverishly.
Oddly enough, as Mark worked his magic, I found myself peering out the window at the front of the shop, wondering if anyone would stop to witness our frenzied display. Just the thought of someone watching added to my excitement and I began to tremble, my orgasm building. Sensing this, Mark latched on even harder with his mouth,bathing in my juices as the waves of ecstasy coursed relentlessly through my body.
The contractions lasted for what seemed like an eternity--his lips and tongue everywhere--but once I’d settled, Mark reached for the belt that he’d so readily discarded only moments before. “What are you going to do with that?” I asked tentatively.
“Just hold still,” he smirked, taking the strap and trailing it along the moist furrows of my labia. Accosting the soft, supple tissues there, he ran the leather up and down, up and down, pressing into my folds. Then flicking the tip from side to side--like one might tease a cat--he toyed with my clitoris even as I yowled in torment. Then, as if to torture me further, Mark shifted gears. “That’s enough. Now stand up and turn around.”
Sliding dutifully off the counter--half naked,and all wet and sticky between my legs--I hurried to oblige him just as Mark hurried to get his pants down. Judging by his fury, I figured he was about to spurt in his jeans, and as suspected, once bare, he grabbed his cock firmly and gave it a few placating strokes. “Jesus Maggie, you are driving me crazy,” he moaned. Then releasing himself, he quickly returned his attentions to me. “You have the best ass I’ve ever seen,” he said, prying my cheeks apart and pressing into my cleft with his rock hard missile.
Still wearing my heels, I was the perfect height for him, his cock lining up with my throbbing chamber, and in no time flat,Mark had slid into my hole, filling me to the brim, pushing in and pulling back out--in and out, in and out, in and out--until he was plowing at me with the power of a freight train, his grip on my hips militant, his resolve menacing.
“Why…can’t…things…be…simple?” he growled, his words discharging in time with his thrusts. He wasn’t really asking me, and even if he was, I couldn’t give him an answer. All I could do was submit to his ruthlessness. Besides, I didn’t want to think about the future. I didn’t want to ruin something so perfect.
Anchoring my hips and slamming into my buttocks,Mark erupted in one monumental heave, stuttering out every last drop of his seed until we collapsed in a pile on the counter. After lying spent for quite a while, we finally got up and straightened ourselves. “I really like being with you,” Mark said, holding me tight and stroking my hair.
“And I like being with you too.” I smiled, every part of my body alive,the feel of Mark against me a treasure in my otherwise normal life. “Come on. I’ll walk you out," I whispered, already anticipating the next time. It couldn't be too soon.
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