I know i've been laxed in getting this done. I just hope you all remember where I left off and not have to re-read the last posts. For the new people ...tough nuggies. You have to read the whole thing from the beginning. So there! Thanks, Joeydonuts.
They talked and touched and kissed until well after midnight. Trish finally dozed off in his arms and he lay next to her, not feeling particularly tired. The light on the desk was on, and it gave the room a soft light. It was enough light so he could see her. She slept quietly, with a slight smile on her face. He knew he was in deep trouble here. Over the last two days something happened to him. He never thought of falling in love again. The divorced soured him on relationships. Sure, he'd been on dates, and met women since, but he always kept them at arm length. He always held a lot of himself back from them. But, as he looked down at her pretty face, he wondered if she thought about him as something long term. He immediately pulled that thought back. He didn't need this right now. He was staring at the wall and when he looked down at her again, her eyes were open and she was staring back at him. He jumped slightly and she giggled her delight at catching him.
"haaaaaaa....Gotcha tough guy!" she squealed.
"Don't ever do that again, you scared the hell out of me!" Joey feigned anger and then grabbed his chest in a fake heart attack mode. "I'm an old guy, don't do that stuff to me!"
"Stop that," she said, putting her finger into his face "I don't want to hear about any friggin heart attack or any shit about your age. It's just a number shit head!"
She lifted her face up to his and they kissed again. The kissing became intense and before each knew it, the hormones and heat began again in earnest. She pushed him over onto his back and grabbed a pillow and put it under his head. She then straddled his stiffening dick and rubbed herself very gently against it. She was soaking wet in a few seconds and he was as hard as he was going to get without a vein bursting. She raised herself up and centered directly above his hard cock. It was throbbing with his pulse. She lowered herself onto his erection easily and gently. She never broke eye contact with him, preferring to watch his facial gestures as she became impaled on him. Her warm pussy encircled him and held him in place. It was buried deeply in her. She began to move her hips in a circular motion. Keeping him deep inside her while the walls of her vagina massaged his rocket. She leaned forward and held his arms against the mattress, over his head. Her face was directly over his and she leaned down to kiss him, but teasingly pulled back. She would almost let their lips meet and she would pull it back. Joe was getting frustrated, but pleasantly so. She was working him pretty good. Without warning, he pulled his arms apart until she couldn't hold herself up and her body collapsed on top of him, with their faces now inches apart. She bent her head down until each pair of lips barely touched each other. Her tongue darted out and skipped along his lips, while at the same time, she began to move up and down on his rod.
"Ummmmphhh!" Was the sound that escaped from Joe's throat. He moved against her, forcing his hips up to meet her downward motion. The sound of their bodies slapping against each other, which grew louder as the motion intensified, only heightened the already desperate intensity at which the action was climbing. Trish lifted her head and Joe could see the veins in her neck straining as she fought to try and control the approaching orgasm. This had the same effect on Joe. Watching hers coming only brought his on too. He grabbed her hips and held her close to him, while still driving into her like a piston. He could feel the first warm trickle of her orgasm flow down his balls and into the crack of his ass and finally into the sheets.
"Christ, Jesus Christ Trish, you're making me cum!"
"I'm making myself cum!" Trish replied through gritted teeth.
Her moans grew louder and angrier. Suddenly she stopped her movement, while Joe continued to pound his erection into her. Her eyes disappeared into her upper eyelids and she began to shudder
"Oh Joe, Sweety, ahhhhhhhhhgggggg."
Trish erupted onto Joes balls and continued to grind her lower body into his. Joe with one last, loud grunt, pushed up into her and emptied his erection into her. He held his lower body up in the air even after his last drop left the hanger. Trish collapsed on top of him and they kissed deeply. His arms encircled her and pulled her tight enough so that he felt the air rush out of her lungs.
They stayed like that for a few minutes and then he gently rolled her off of him and back on her side, still holding her tightly in his arm hold. They found the comfort spot and he watched as she again started to doze off. He was feeling sleepy as well, but managed to take a quick look at the alarm clock. 2:17 the red numbers said.
"Only eight hours left." He thought to himself. And then what? What happens when I put her on her flight? He was perplexed, everything he thought he had under control, wasn't. And what was left was fading fast. He thought again about what he had told himself the day before.
"Too young, too pretty, and I'm too old and ugly."
It was his last thought before, he too, dozed off, Trish snuggled deeply into him.
They made love to each other two more times before the clock moved up to the point where a shower had to be taken, the car loaded, and the trip to the airport taken. He threw his bag over his shoulder and grabbed her roller, pulled the handle up and headed for the door that Trish was holding open for him. She stopped him at the threshold and reached up and kissed him deeply one more time. It was an awkward drive out to LaGuardia. Neither one of them knew what to say, now how to say it. Trish made the first move.
"So, are you coming down to see me anytime soon?"
"I can't tell you now, I have to check my schedule and it's on my computer at the office."
"Are you avoiding the answer? It's ok if you don't want to come down to see me, I know that this was just a little distraction for you. its not like I'm asking you to marry me. I just thought maybe we had something special here the last few days." Her voice getting a little louder and edgy with each word that crossed her lips.
"Trish, I'm not avoiding anything. I honestly can't tell you now. "
"You mean you won't tell me, right?"
"No I mean I can't tell you until I make sure I'm absolutely free to tell you when I can come see you."
"Oh right, you have to clear the others from your calendar huh?"
"Trish!" he growled. "I can't tell you anything until I look at where I can cut some time out for you!"
Joey's face tightened and darkened with anger. It both frightened her and excited her. This was a new side of him. She was still angry, thinking she was about to be dumped at the airport. That this was just a few days of fun for him! All of a sudden she was angry, she wasn't good at controlling it .
"Do me a favor Joe, don't patronize me. Don't you dare tell me that you have to "check your schedule"! That's just bullshit! Just tell me you're done with me and that'll be it. I'm a grown woman, asshole! Maybe the others you bed fall for that slick shit, but I'm not! Understand me? Asswipe!"
Joe's eyes looked out through the windshield, but his jaw muscles were working overtime. He was getting more pissed by the second.
"Women! How the fuck can you figure them out. What could I have said that set her off like this?" he thought to himself. "Of course! Jesus Christ! She's in love with me! She fell in love with me! How? Why? How could she do that? I'm not her type. Jesus, not only am I not her type, I'm sure I'm as old as her father. That's why she's upset, I haven't told her anything that would mean I felt something for her."
He turned to her and said, "Look Trish, why don't you do us both a favor and just tell me you're in love with me so we can move past this? "
Trish looked straight ahead. "Why don't you tell me what you really want to say? Why don't you tell me that you've fallen in love with me and don't try and turn this on me!" She growled back at him.
The silence was deafening. Had they both just gone too far? The awkward silence lasted for the rest of the ride. She had an hour and a half before her plane left. They started to turn into LaGuardia when Trish said, "Do me a favor Joe, don't park the car just let me off at the departure level."
"Look, Trish, just let me walk you into security, ok?"
"No, I think you need to figure some stuff out and the sooner you start, the sooner you'll have some answers for yourself."
Now Joe returned to being pissed again. "Fine, if that's what she wants to do, I'll do just that!"
The Pontiac swerved through the obstacle course of cars, taxis, and busses and came to stop outside the Delta terminal. He popped the trunk from inside and got out of the car. He pulled the suitcase out of the trunk and walked it over to the outside check in counter. He put the bag down in front of the agent and tipped him five dollars.
"Hey Bud? Would you take care of the lady for me?"
"Sure Sir, no problem. Mam? I'll need your ticket and your ID please."
Trish dug through her purse for her wallet. When she found it she pulled her Divers License out and handed it to the agent. He looked it over and handed it back to her.
"The flights delayed probably for 90 minutes, there's weather in Atlanta. Boarding won't begin for about two hours if there are no other delays."
"See, we have time, check your bag, get your boarding pass and I'll take you out to eat. There's a ton of great restaurants in Astoria." Joe said.
"No! Look I'm not sure what's happening here, but I'm obviously wrong about what's happened over the last two days. You need to leave me alone and go home. Thanks for showing me around, and I'll tell your buddy Vince that you were a perfect gentleman."
With that she turned her back on Joe and marched, determined, straight into the terminal.
Joe stood there open mouthed. Stunned by the sudden turn of events.
"What the fuck just happened here?" he asked himself rhetorically.
He walked around the car and got in. He made his way over to his office and was sitting at his desk in twenty five minutes. He brought up his calendar and looked at the next few weeks, he'd be free a weekend in the middle of next month. He stared at his cell phone and wondered if she would answer his call. He tried her number but it went straight to voice mail. Trish was now in the middle of boarding her flight and never heard her phone ringing . Joe then decided to text her a message.
Trish was in her window seat, still steaming like a beef stew in Minnesota. She was half listening to the pre flight instructions and only heard the request to shut off her phone. She dug it out of her purse and looked for the button. She noticed that she had two missed calls and a text message. She knew who it was from. She was tempted just to delete the damn thing, but she didn't. She opened it, and read it carefully ..
...Trish, I love you. I can be down there next month around the 18th. that's 35 days and a wake up. Just tell me that's ok.
Her eyes filled and she smiled deliriously. She quickly texted her reply.
...ok. Call u when I land. I love u 2. M sorry. I'll make it up 2 u when I c u again. ...love trish.
Joe's phone buzzed and he picked it up and read the reply. The smile enveloped his entire face, he leaned back in his chair and put his cowboy boots up on the desk. He put his hands behind his head and thought to himself ......
"She is too young, and too pretty, and obviously needs glasses immediately."
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