“Come on baby, it’s late. We are grown ass people and, I am not trying to play any games with you. I know what you want and I definitely know what you need, so come with me into the bedroom and get comfortable.”
I did not say a word. I raised myself up from the couch and walked with him.
I took a seat on the bed and looked around, while Ron went back in the living room to retrieve the pillows and our drinks. His bedroom walls were a color of a pale yellow that matched the bed comforter, which was pale yellow, and deep purple. There were nicely framed black and white prints of New York City Landmarks on his walls. A purple contemporary leather chair was station in the corner of the room with a floor light behind it. He had several books stacked on a table next to the chair along with his laptop.
Ron walked back in with a pillow under each arm and glass in each hand. I got up from the bed to help him by taking the glasses out of his hand and placing them on the nightstand. He placed the pillow on the bed and took a seat next to me on the end of the bed.
He looked at me with concern in his eyes. “You ok with this?” He asked.
“Yes, I am and to tell you the truth, I’ve wanted to get with you from the first time I saw you, but I wasn’t sure if you were interested.”
“Damn baby, me too. When you came into my office for that first meeting about working on the company’s software project, I was sitting behind my desk with a hard on. I never approached you because you were so serious and businesslike, I wasn’t sure what the outcome would be, and in my position, I didn’t need any drama. You know what I mean?”
Ron smiled in my direction. He took my hand in his and gently brought my hand up to his mouth to place a gentle kiss on it.
Wearing a serious look on his face, he spoke softly.
“I wonder how many people in the world miss out on love because they are apprehensive about approaching a co-worker in fear of the outcome of jeopardizing their jobs.” He spoke in a whispering tone.
“Probably a lot.” I responded.
“Well, now you’re here with me and I’m really feeling you baby.” Ron said sounding very sexy.
Ron managed to pull his lip from my breast and gently push me back on the bed. He pulled his jogging pants down, stopping to retrieve a condom from his pocket and quickly rolled it on. He then slid my panties off in one quick motion and before I could object he position his body on top of me, entering my river of pussy juice and begin moving his body in and out. He stopped long enough to ask me if this was a problem and did I like what he was doing for me. Of course, I said what he wanted to heard. However, there was a problem; the problem was Ron could not swim, not even able to float. He was drowning. His penis was so small my canal had begun drying up and rejecting his visit. The disappointment brought tears to my eye that Ron mistaken as my overwhelming enjoyment of his pleasure. I laid there praying that this motherfucker would get a camp in his leg, pass out or just cum quickly. He did the latter and I was more than happy to shift my body from up under him.
Ron went right to sleep, while I lay in the dark listening to the music that was coming from his CD player. I was glad he was sleep and took it as an opportunity to finish what he had started. I sit up in bed and swing my legs over the side of the bed. Carefully and quickly, I raised my body up and walked towards the bedroom door, glancing back at him to make sure he was still sleep. He was out like a rock.
I walked down the hall to the bathroom and went in, locking the door behind me and…..
To be continued
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He walked over to the counter and placed his plate in a sink of dishwater. I could tell he was thinking hard and wondered what his next move would be. He asked if I wanted, more coffee and I answered no think you and than abruptly, he looked in my direction and spoke.
Ron seemed to be a little upset, but not crazy upset enough for me to run for the door or call 911. I believe that he was more hurt and disappointed.
To be continued!
The next morning I found myself awaken by the smell of bacon and eggs. I rose up from the bed remembering my whereabouts, I quickly reached for my cell phone that was laying on the nightstand next to me and called Wanda. Wanda, my neighbor and friend was a little crazy but dependable. She was so excited to hear from me, expressing her concern of my whereabouts; she offered to have her brother come pick me up. She explained that her brother, Rico was crazy and the type of person who would leave you standing in the cold. She informed me that she would have him come get me at 3:00, after he gets off work. She also informed me that there might be a couple of men with him, but not to worry, they are just her cousins and there all talk, no action.
As soon as we hung up, I started gathering my belongings. Searching for my clothing, I found them lying across the chair on the other side of the room. Making a mad dash, I hurried over to the chair and rushed to put my clothing on, not wanting Ron to think or consider that he had any opportunity to get his way with me again.
As soon as we hung up, I started gathering my belongings. Searching for my clothing, I found them lying across the chair on the other side of the room. Making a mad dash, I hurried over to the chair and rushed to put my clothing on, not wanting Ron to think or consider that he had any opportunity to get his way with me again.
Entering the kitchen area, I saw that Ron had made breakfast. He was sitting at the bar drinking coffee when his eye focus towards me.
“Hey baby!” He said with excitement. He went on with telling me how he had made me breakfast and offers me a seat at the bar, next to him. I sat quickly as he poured me a cup of coffee and offered cream, which I accepted.
“So, what would you like to do today?” He asked.
“Well Ron, I am going home today. My friend bother will be coming to pick me up at 3:00.” I explained.
‘Wow!’ He said wearing a shock expression on his face.
‘I’m really enjoying your company and was hoping you would stay the rest of the weekend with me.” Ron sounded disappointed.
“I wish I could stay, but I have a lot to do at home.”
I begin eating my food that I must say, was delicious, as Ron looked.
“Baby, is something wrong? Did I say or do something wrong to you? He asked.
I finished chewing the food in my mouth before answering.
“No! You have been wonderful, it’s just that I have a lot to do and have to go.”
Ron raised his eyebrow forcing his face into a look that said “OH REALLY”.He walked over to the counter and placed his plate in a sink of dishwater. I could tell he was thinking hard and wondered what his next move would be. He asked if I wanted, more coffee and I answered no think you and than abruptly, he looked in my direction and spoke.
“Hey baby, is there a problem? Was last night not pleasing to you? “
“I ’m not perfect, but I can work at being better. So, tell me baby, is there a problem?
I hated to hurt Ron’s feelings, but he asked.
I placed my cup down on the counter, looked in Ron’s direction and spoke in a soft slow tone.
“I was a little disappointed. I felt that what we did together was for you and not for me”’. I decided not to mention his size problem, not wanting to hurt his pride. I did complement him on his gentlemen behavior and express my feeling of respect for him as a man, trying to help soften the matters at hand.
