Anna’s Tales: An Offline Romp, Part II
For part I, go here.
After Jed and I fucked in his office, we lay panting with eyes closed on his desk. His muscular arm cradled my head and I turned in to him, putting my head on his chest. I lowered my hand down to his hip, grazing his cock. How long would it take for Jed Junior’s encore?
It figured that someone this hot, someone who I had explosive chemistry with, would live in New York, rather than my home state of Colorado. I was an East Coaster by heart, raised in Philadelphia, and loved the quick wit and bustle of the metropolis. Jed was far more my type than any of my latest ski-bum hookups.
“Your friends are going to wonder where you are,” he said, opening his eyes and turning to face me. “Although I wouldn’t mind kidnapping you.” He pulled me in tightly, our slightly sweaty bodies creating a suction.
“Sounds like fun,” I said. “But I should go back out there.” We were in Jed’s back office and my friends were likely on the next round of drinks, curious about my whereabouts.
“How long are you in town for?” he asked. “Another five days,” I said, finding my clothes in a ball on the floor.
“We’ll find a way” he said.
“Where the hell were you?” asked my friend Maura.
“Playing spin the bottle with the bartender,” I said, smirking while I took a sip of my drink.
“You dirty slut,” she said with an approving nod.
The next day was the dress rehearsal, just the day before Ella’s wedding—the entire purpose of the trip. My thoughts, however, replayed my time with Jed, his fingers inside me, his tongue pressing down on my clit, and that nearly unbearable urge for him to enter me. I blushed realizing I was inside a church.
After the rehearsal, I returned to the changing room and quickly checked my cell phone. “Need to see you,” Jed had texted. I had two hours before Ella’s rehearsal dinner. My friends were going back to the hotel for a pre-dinner swim, but I had another extracurricular activity in mind.
“Where are you?” I wrote. “Let’s meet.” It was bold, even for me, but I knew our time was limited and future sex shows would be enhanced by these in-the-flesh trysts.
With the help of a well-tipped cab driver, I was at Jed’s Chinatown apartment in twenty minutes. He waited outside for me and ushered me in quickly, leading me upstairs to the apartment he had all to himself. An exposed brick wall was the backdrop to an eclectic collection of Jed’s things: a guitar, synthesizer, banjo and art yet to be hung.
“How much time do I have you for?” Jed asked.
“I have to be back by 7,”I said, my last word muffled by his lips on mine. Jed effortlessly steered me to his crisply-made bed, causing the cat to scatter from its nap. With frantically moving arms and legs, we were both naked within an instant, taking turns sucking nipples and orifices. Afterwards, every muscle of my body had been defeated and I was only able only to look up at the spider crack in Jed’s ceiling. I felt like a junkie who had just gotten her fix. How long would it be before I got my next one?
