Located in the One Boston Place building
Overlooking the Old State House
Near the Financial District
Circa September 2016
Just as the sun is setting on a cool, clear, late summer Friday evening, as the leaves are beginning to change into the color of autumn...
“Great!…Fantastic!…I’ll see you on Monday at 9 a.m. then…Okay…Looking forward to it…Bye,” Joan said into the tiny Bluetooth device that was in her ear, a technology that still confused and amazed her after growing up with only one rotary phone in the house, and her family didn’t even get that phone until she was seven years old.
Joan clicked the little button on the device before taking it out of her ear, and then she checked both her smartphone and the Bluetooth device, and then checked them again to really make sure that everything was off. She would never make the mistake again of not checking to make sure that all of the newfangled technology she used just to talk on the phone was truly turned off.
Joan had lost a potential client once because she didn't check all her newfangled equipment to make sure she had really hung up on him before saying some rude, yet true things about him, thus Joan losing the potential client. Something about him being a, "...cheap son of a bitch with terrible breath," Joan recalled saying, making herself cringe still at the thought of losing that cheap son of a bitch's mounds of cash he would have eventually invested in her firm if technology wasn't so damned newfangled. But at least she no longer had to deal with his horrible breath. So, Joan always checked twice now before she said anything after ending a call to make sure it had really ended.
God, she missed rotary phones. Joan understood them just fine and knew when a call had ended when she hung up one of those old clunkers. Why couldn’t she be 20 years younger?? Part of that Generation X crowd, who even though they were no spring chickens themselves with pretty much all of them being middle age now, they still seemed to be able to handle all of this newfangled technology despite not necessarily growing up with it. Oh, to be middle-age again and not in that long-dreaded age category of…BLECH!…'Elderly' now that Joan was 65.
Oh well, it could be worse. She could be in the age category that no one wanted to be in - 'Dead'.
When Joan was sure it was safe, that all the technology that no one could live without now was truly turned off; Joan finally let out the big scream she had been waiting to say after working to get this new client for months...
“FUCK, YES!!!!!”
Joan’s lovely and quite sexy Gen X administrative assistant, who had a desk just outside of Joan's office and who did understand Bluetooth and cell phones and all that newfangled crap, and so was always helping Joan with it; buzzed through the intercom that was a part of the landline phone system in Joan's suite of offices - and don't get Joan started on how often she has fucked-up phone calls on that confusing as hell monstrosity - saying to Joan, “I guess that 'Fuck, yes' I just heard means we’re going to be celebrating tonight?”
“You bet your sweet ass we’re celebrating tonight!” Joan enthusiastically yelled back into the intercom to her administrative assistant, Clyde, the pretty girl with a boy’s name. “And speaking of sweet asses,” Joan continued to Clyde through the intercom, “get yours in here, pronto! I need you…now…,” Joan lowered her already low, husky voice at the end of her request for Clyde's presence, whispering “now” into the intercom, knowing that her husky voice in a whisper always turned Clyde on.
All Joan ever had to do was start whispering in Clyde's ear during sex and Clyde would start cumming, she was that in lust with Joan's low, husky voice. A voice that Joan had hated pretty much her whole life because she always felt her low, husky voice made her sound almost like a man. Or if Joan was really being honest with herself, what really bothered her about her low voice is that she worried it gave away the butch lesbian that was trapped deep inside of her and dying for decades to get out; and now thanks to Clyde, Butch Joan was slowly coming out after almost a lifetime of hating her existence. So, Joan found herself loving her low, husky, manly, "lesbian-sounding" voice for the first time in her life and now lowered it whenever she could around Clyde, because God, Joan did love it when that girl would cum.
But isn't that what love did?
Made everything, even things you hate, seem so magical and wonderful; like Joan's voice that she hated for decades until 6 months ago when she first began a sexual relationship with Clyde, and Clyde showed her how much she loved Joan's voice by cumming and cumming and cumming...
And that was another thing about love; it made you have lots of orgasms.
Joan hadn't had so many orgasms in all of her 29 years of marriage with her ex-husband as she had in the 6 months she had been in a relationship with Clyde.
Joan had always known that she was a very sexual creature, but like the rest of her needs and dreams and life in general when it came to keeping her marriage going, she put exploring her insatiable appetite for sex away deep, deep inside of her. But now it was out, like her...well...for the most part...and now she craved orgasms all the time...
Joan was so turned on by her successful phone call like she always was whenever she landed a new client...
And she needed a release…
Badly…
And Clyde was the woman who could do it for Joan…
Oh, God...and then some…
Joan found over the last five years since she began her business, thanks to being motivated after a divorce that came out of nowhere for her, even though she was well aware that her marriage had died long ago; that the more she lived her lifelong dream of owning her own business, the more her libido lit on fire.
With every success in Joan's business, which she had built from scratch, Joan wanted to fuck.
With every failure of Joan's business, which was now as much like a child to her as her very own son, Joan wanted to make love.
Something about the highs and lows of the business world…
TURNED
JOAN
ON!
But for the first few years after Joan started up her business, she couldn’t do much with these insatiable feelings of lust that went along with her business's ups and downs. Joan usually had to take matters into her own hands, so to speak, which took care of her needs, sort of, or just enough, anyway. Then a year ago, Clyde walked into Joan’s life, and then 6 months later when they had made love for the first time, finally there was a person who could satisfy Joan’s insatiable libido. Joan found herself cumming and cumming and cumming with another beautiful body instead of with just her right hand, and with all that cumming came more and more clients too. Joan was beginning to suspect that the more sex she had, the better the businesswoman she was.
And here was yet another new client...
The biggest catch yet for her little firm that could, and it was growing to the point that Joan wouldn’t be able to call it her “little firm” much longer. She was starting to play with some of the big boys of the club, and she was sure with a couple of more clients, she was going to be on par with them. They could swing their pseudo big dicks around her all they wanted, trying to prove to Joan not only how good in business they were, but how good they were in bed as well. Joan just ignored these guys now because she knew she was good in business and she had a hot piece of ass of her own that was 20-plus years younger than her so-called 'Elderly' self, because even though Joan was 65, she was still damned attractive to both men and women, breaking the myth that women over 40 couldn’t attract anyone.
And some of the men in the big boys club were very attracted to so-called 'Elderly' Joan and her almost 6-foot tall frame, breathtaking ocean blue eyes, fantastically large set of beautiful breasts, gorgeous, natural blonde hair that was still managing to keep away the gray, and over 30 years of a daily yoga routine that kept her one hell of a curvaceous figure tight and toned -- "A genuine Greek goddess come to life," Clyde often said of Joan's beauty. And those powerful men with their pseudo big dicks wondered why she picked a woman over them?? Ever since Joan's husband left her, because he wanted to play with much younger dicks instead of her 'old pussy' as he so warmly told her the night he left her, Joan found she wasn’t really that interested in big dicks anymore, pseudo or otherwise, especially since she finally tasted a woman.
Oh, Joan still very much liked to look at men, especially enjoying a gander at a nice, large penis in a tight pair of pants, specifically jeans. And she certainly still loved to fantasize about a tasty young man to bite into, specifically Brad Pitt and that beautifully sculpted, tight ass of his, especially circa the mid-1990s. But all the wonderful feelings those fantasies of big dicks in tight jeans or sexy Brad's ass ever did was make Joan want to run to Clyde’s boyish girl’s body all the more and make mad, passionate love to her.
Joan had dated a bit after her husband left her, but men proved to be even more of a pain in the ass than she remembered when she last dated them eons ago in college, where she had met her ex-husband and foolishly believed her dating life was over forever the night they eloped after graduating earlier that day. The couple of men that Joan ended up sleeping with after the divorce proved to do almost nothing for her in bed. And then the dumbass excuses they came up with to justify ending the relationship just as Joan thought it had started, not only broke her already broken heart, but also made Joan realize that men just never changed.
Even as they got older.
Well, except they did get grumpier and hairier as they got older, but their dumbass excuses to end a relationship didn't change.
And now they broke up with her via text instead of on the phone or in-person or sending their best friend over to her during study hall to say it was over because he didn't have a big enough dick to do it his own ass-self.
Men were just much better in Joan's head with her fantastical sexual and romantic adventures of big dicks in tight jeans and Brad Pitt's tight ass in anything, or better yet, in nothing at all, than they had ever been for her in reality.
Joan's ex-husband, Dick, who was aptly named since he both had a big dick and was a big dick, certainly never could satisfy Joan’s sexual or romantic needs. So, what was the point of him having a big dick if he didn't know how to use it??! God, what a boring and mundane lover he had been. The same ole, same ole boring nothing that never satisfied her. And after the same ole, same ole boring nothing was over, he always quickly snoozed away, and Joan was then forced to sneak off into the bathroom to take care of her own needs her own damn self, which always left her more frustrated than satisfied. But that's what happens when you try to be a good girl and wait to sleep with a man until you are married. You don't know how bad they are in bed until it is too late.
The sex part of their marriage eventually became unsatisfying for Dick as well, because during the last ten years of their 29-year marriage, there was no sex at all. Well, at least for Joan. She found out later that her ex-husband had been having plenty of sex during those last ten years of their sexless marriage, just with other people, or really with much younger men that he found thanks to the convenience of technology. And all this fucking of much younger men could explain why sex with Dick was always just so boring, bordering on awful -- he was gay. But then again, Joan imagined that sex with Dick, even for any of his male partners, was as boring for them as it had been for her, because gay or straight, Dick was just boring.
He was boring in bed.
His conversations were boring.
His interests were boring.
His face was boring.
His goatee was boring.
His body was boring.
His ass was definitely boring.
His potbelly, which he had slowly been growing over the years thanks to too much fine wine and rich food, was boring.
His hair was boring.
Although, now it was almost non-existent thanks to that dominant receding hair gene in his family, but still, his balding head was boring.
His teeth -- were not boring. He never took proper care of them, so they now leaned more on the 'Ewww gross' side of things instead of boring.
And his clothes -- were also not boring.
Atrocious?
Yes.
Boring?
No.
His endless collection of tackiness in fashion that included Hawaiian shirts, and shirts with random instruments everywhere or flamingos in random positions everywhere or chili peppers dancing around randomly everywhere, and leather blazers from the 1970s in a plethora of those God awful, drab colors that the 70s were famous for, and cravat ties that he always combined with a purple or pink silk shirt and a black leather vest, while always wearing worn-out, full-of-holes baggy jeans, and dirty sneakers with white, dirty socks were not boring, just embarrassing.
God, for a gay man, Dick dressed like shit.
Hell, even for a straight man, that's some pretty awful fashion sense.
So, besides his rather gross teeth, his atrocious taste in clothes that went out of style long ago, if they were ever in style, and fucking a bunch of random, strange, young men during their marriage -- Dick was pretty boring. Why Joan hadn’t been able to see how boring Dick was until after they had married, she still wasn’t sure.
Oh well, who cared?!
That failed marriage to that dickhead, asshole was so long ago now...
And Joan had Clyde now…
Clyde...
The gorgeous, younger woman with an old man's name...
A beautiful, soft-butch lesbian that Joan couldn’t resist hiring when she applied for the position of Joan’s administrative assistant. Not caring if Clyde would be good or bad at the job, the moment Clyde first walked into Joan’s office for her interview and awakened that other half of Joan's bisexual-self that she only acknowledged in the dead of night during her dreams, Joan just knew she wanted to stare at the lovely creature all day long, day in and day out...
Week after week...
Month after month...
Year after year…
Sigh...
Finding necessary and even unnecessary tasks for Clyde to complete for Joan, just so Joan could be near Clyde’s beauty and warmth and infectious laughter and kindness, and most especially, her great ass.
Luckily for Joan, Clyde was actually fucking fantastic at her job, a job that Joan believed was not suited for Clyde's artistic and very sensitive nature, and one day Joan planned on rectifying that situation...
But…
Until then…
It didn’t hurt celebrating Joan's latest accomplishment with her business thanks in large part to Clyde's amazing skills as an administrative assistant and all-around support system for Joan…
By having Clyde use her other amazing skills, as in those magical fingers of hers, to give Joan some desperately needed release…
Or maybe Joan wanted to slip and slide up and down Clyde's amazingly tight, athletic ass that always reminded Joan of Brad Pitt's, circa 1995...
And speaking of Clyde’s athletic, slender, toned and tight, tattoo-covered body that Joan loved licking and biting and rubbing her long, tall, naked body up and down and down and up, kissing Clyde and whispering sweet words of encouragement into her ears until she cried from pleasure, causing Joan to cum as well…
“CLYDE! WHERE ARE YO…,” Joan began screaming into the intercom, waking up from her daydreaming, just as Clyde walked into Joan’s office, causing Joan's body to be consumed by intense vibrations and her heart to ferociously beat practically out of her chest, like always, whenever Clyde walked into a room, Joan was so in love with the girl.
Joan's sexual reaction to Clyde's presence was immediate, feeling the wetness on her underwear as soon as Clyde walked into the room. And as the moisture continued to grow, Joan was reminded why she had started bringing extra pairs of underwear to work in her purse, and not just because Clyde loved her - "sexy, lacy panties" - as she called them, on Joan so damn much. But also because Joan was always so turned on by Clyde's both masculine and feminine body, that she was finding that most days, she was soaking through a couple of pairs of those sexy, lacy panties, at least.
Sometimes even more.
Joan's attraction to the younger woman was so visceral, so animalistic, that she found she just had no control over her reactions to her attractions to Clyde.
So, extra pairs of sexy, lacy panties in her purse it was!
It was worth the sacrifice of sometimes accidentally dropping two or three pairs of sexy, lacy panties out of your purse and onto the floor of a very crowded Dunkin' Donuts as you are trying to pay for your frozen vanilla chai, because all those embarrassing sexy, lacy panties on the floor of a very crowded Dunkin' Donuts that just fell out of your purse means that a 65-year-old woman was getting the fucking of her life. And so who cared about embarrassing sexy, lacy panties displayed out in public for all the world to see, or at least everyone in Dunkin' Donuts, when ecstasy was waiting for you every moment of every day...
Clyde made Joan feel like a woman.
Clyde made Joan feel like a sexual being with needs and wants and desires.
It had been years, decades, if ever that anyone had made Joan feel like anything other than a wife or a mom or a grandmom or a sister or a daughter or a friend, but never a woman.
A full-fledged - W-O-M-A-N - WOMAN, until Clyde.
Joan wanted Clyde.
Like a hunter stalking its prey, Joan's body was always in search of Clyde's body to devour and consume.
Joan's body and soul now always ached and yearned and desired and moaned and groaned and got wet and horny and lustful and needy and greedy for the pretty girl with a boy's name...
Clyde...
And here Clyde was in Joan's office, ready to take her to new heights of ecstasy, or at the very least, give her enough of a fucking to calm Joan's insatiable libido before they went back to Joan's high-rise apartment just down the street from the Fenway baseball park, home of the World Champion Boston Red Sox.
GO SOX!
Later in the luxury apartment is where the proper lovemaking would really get going, because Joan knew that her body needed sex all night long, so thank God for a female partner who was 20-plus years younger, in her sexual peak, and had magical fingers that never quit or need Viagra...
Well, they did need a bit of a rest and a massage when the all-nighters really did go until dawn, but never once did Clyde's magical fingers need prescription medication to keep an erection. And so were the wonders of discovering lovemaking with a woman after only knowing men.
Clyde locked the door before she walked over to Joan. They had forgotten once to lock the door when they were making love in Joan's office and ended up scaring almost to death the nice, older secretary who worked in the office across the hall for an old attorney, who looked so ancient, Joan once told Clyde that he probably knew John Adams when he practiced law in Massachusetts. The old attorney had actually been practicing law for over 50 years now, and the nice, older secretary had been by his side for the last 49 years, Joan had found out while talking with them both on an elevator ride down after the end of a long day, recently.
The nice, older secretary had knocked before entering Joan's office. But being hard of hearing, she mistook all the noise Joan and Clyde were making telling her to hold on a minute since they were scrambling to get untangled from each other's naked bodies and get dressed; for actual permission to enter. So, the nice, older secretary walked right in on them in the middle of trying to break up their latest coitus adventure.
Joan couldn't blame newfangled technology this time since it was just a simple, old-fashioned lock, and Joan and Clyde had simply forgotten to utilize it before they had begun making love. They had just been so desperate for each other's bodies, having only just begun their sexual relationship a few days before, that they couldn't stop making love. In Joan's apartment at night. And in Joan's office during the day. They made love all the time, all day, all night during their first couple of weeks together, and only took a brief break because Clyde had gotten her period, Mother Nature being a party-pooping bitch sometimes. But a few days later, they got right back into nonstop lovemaking again.
And during those first two weeks of nonstop sex before Mother Nature had so rudely interrupted their bliss, Joan and Clyde unfortunately, accidentally included the nice, older secretary in one of their lovemaking sessions, because horniness has no patience for practicality -- Like making sure you lock the door before your lover tears open your shirt, pushes up your bra and starts sucking on your nipple, while sticking her hand down your pants and making you cum just as the nice, older secretary from across the hall starts banging on the door, asking if you have a pencil sharpener because the one in her office just broke.
Who uses pencils nowadays, much less a pencil sharpener??!
Joan and Clyde were horrified, especially Clyde with her modest tendencies. But ever since then, the nice, older secretary never failed to smile and wink at Joan every time she saw her, letting Joan know that her new pencil sharpener continued to work real (and this is where she usually added the wink) good. Joan did her best to smile back, telling her, "That's nice," every time the nice, older secretary mentioned the new pencil sharpener and how well it was operating, wondering what in the hell the older woman was really thinking. So, Joan and Clyde always made sure to lock the door now.
“You need it bad, don’t you, love?” Clyde asked as she approached Joan, slipping her arms around Joan's neck and kissing her lightly on the lips, having to raise her 5-foot 6-inch height onto her toes to meet Joan's almost 6-foot long, gorgeous, curvaceous body in heels.
After a moment of light kissing, Clyde lowered herself back to her normal height and then began slowly unbuttoning the vest that Joan was wearing over her blouse...
A vest Joan wore specifically because vests on Joan always turned Clyde on.
One by one...
The buttons on the vest were undone by Clyde's magical fingers.
One by one...
The buttons came undone...
Joan wanted to rip them off immediately, she was so turned on and she really needed to cum. But Clyde's libido could be very shy, whereas Joan's was not so much, and so often Clyde had to take her time at the beginning of their sexual encounters, which added a lot of teasing to their lovemaking. And Joan was willing to wait, despite how badly her body was in urgent need of release, because Clyde's shy libido was connected to her very sad, abusive past, and Joan had learned that sex with Clyde often needed to come from gentle and soft angles and with a lot of patience, especially in the beginning of their lovemaking sessions. Although Clyde was quite capable of being an aggressor toward Joan's needs, Clyde's needs required time and patience and trust. And so Joan had learned to enjoy the teasing that was required of Clyde before her severely wounded soul felt safe enough to trust her partner in love.
After the last button on Joan's vest was undone, Clyde took off the vest and then pressed her own much smaller breasts against Joan's quite enormous bosom, rubbing their breasts together through their shirts and bras oh so slightly, their nipples hardening enough to flirt through their clothes, teasing Joan to the verge of cumming even though they had barely touched...
God, Clyde was always so good at teasing Joan into oblivion...
"Can't you wait until we get back to your apartment where we will have way more privacy and no possibility of giving the nice, older secretary another thrill and possible heart attack?" Clyde asked as she kissed Joan's lips again before slowly unbuttoning Joan's blouse one by one...
By one by one...
The buttons came undone...
Clyde then kissed the newly bared freckles on Joan's chest and slightly exposed breasts one by one...
As Clyde slipped her hand down, down, down Joan's body...
Clyde was in love with the freckles on Joan's chest and breasts, never missing an opportunity to kiss them and lick them or draw designs with them after making love when they were lying naked together. Or when they were just sitting on the couch, watching TV, Clyde would unbutton Joan's shirt and just start kissing and drawing designs with the freckles on Joan's chest and breasts. Clyde could kiss and lick and draw designs with the freckles on Joan's chest and breasts all day long, and Joan would let her.
"No...God, no. I...can't...wait....until we get...to my apartment...," Joan answered between Clyde's soft freckle kisses before moving Clyde's mouth from her freckled-covered chest and breasts to her lips. Devouring Clyde, Joan slipped her tongue inside of her lover's mouth, exploring, using her own hand to push Clyde's hand further down into her slacks and closer to her sexy, lacy panties...
"It's only a subway ride and short walk home. It could be romantic waiting," Clyde said, coming up for air from Joan's kisses and tongue exploring, slipping her hand further inside of Joan's slacks, tickling Joan's pubic hair through her sexy, lacy panties as Clyde went back to kissing Joan's lips...
Kissing…
Kissing….
Kissing…
Tongues circling...
Lips consuming...
Passions rising…
Bodies pressing closer…
Closer…
Closer…
"Oh yes, it is so romantic riding the very squeaky Green Line with the rusted subway cars home," Joan replied in between the kisses that she always wished would last forever. "It makes me so hot for you as my ears explode from the high pitch sounds the squeaky tracks of the Green Line hit as we stand squished against hundreds of other strangers amongst the rusted-out subway cars from 1853," Joan continued before devouring Clyde with kisses again.
"They've been slowly replacing those rusted subway cars... with newer ones that don't have...any rust at all...so the Green Line isn't as squeaky...as it used to be...," Clyde said as she occasionally came up for air from Joan's kisses.
Clyde began to slip her hand inside Joan's sexy, lacy panties, tickling Joan's other lips that had gotten so swollen from wanting Clyde so badly, teasing Joan's enlarged clitoris as Clyde began again to kiss the freckles on Joan's chest and slightly exposed breasts...
Joan took off her blouse and then reached around and unhooked her bra, slipping it off so Clyde could lick and suck on her nipples...
Joan then unbuttoned her pants and took down her zipper so Clyde could move her hand more freely into Joan's sexy, lacy panties...
Which Clyde immediately did, taking the newfound freedom and moving her index finger so she could reach into Joan's opening, barely dipping inside, playing oh so gently...
Circling...
Circling...
With the tip of her finger...
Just barely dipping in and out of Joan's opening with the lightest of touches...
A little tickle here...
A little tease there...
With just the tip of Clyde's finger...
Making Joan so wet...
Clyde played with the wetness as it grew...
Taking her finger out of Joan's opening and spreading the moisture on Joan's other now even more swollen lips and clitoris, rubbing her fingers against the engorged lips and clitoris as she continued to suck and lick Joan's nipples, taking her time with each nipple as she consumed them, causing Joan to cum for the first time...
Joan let out a deep moan, her body twitching from the pleasure, falling into Clyde's arms as Clyde supported their weight against Joan's enormous desk.
Waiting until Joan had caught her breath enough to continue, Clyde then began to reach deep inside of Joan, knowing that she needed to cum again, once was never enough for either one of them. But Joan stopped her, grabbing Clyde's wrist as she lowered her voice while whispering into her ear, "Later, when we are back at my place. I want to, so bad, but Lord knows that I'll cum all over me and you, and I only have a few wet wipes left to clean us up after. Plus, I've run out of extra pairs of sexy, lacy panties, and the pair I'm currently wearing is covered in my love for you, so I just want to cum on the outside for now, since I don’t get nearly as wet when we do that."
Joan had indeed run out of extra pairs of sexy, lacy panties and was low on the sanitary wet wipes that she kept in the bottom drawer of her desk to help clean them up after sex in her office. The severe lack of these items was because Clyde had to help take care of Joan's sexual needs twice earlier in the day. Joan had been so nervous about landing her new client, and sex was a surefire way to calm her down and make the sale happen, so Clyde was more than willing to oblige.
Clyde, not wanting to ride the awful Green Line home soaked in their lovemaking either, kissed Joan on the cheek and slowly, gently, almost teasingly removed her fingers from inside of her lover, Joan already missing Clyde's magical touch. But she would have Clyde later all night long, inside of her, making her cum and cum and cum...
“Turn around,” Joan whispered into Clyde’s ear, knowing that Clyde would immediately understand the position Joan was craving.
Clyde turned her back to Joan, pulled down her pants and underwear, and then leaned over Joan's rather large desk, while Joan took off her shoes and pants and those sexy, lacy panties as well.
She placed her hand on Clyde’s clitoris and other lips so Clyde could rub up and down on Joan’s hand if she wanted while Joan was pleasuring herself with Clyde’s hard, round, hot ass.
Joan loved rubbing her clitoris against Clyde’s firm, tight ass that turned Joan on and on and on to the point that Joan would immediately just cum and cum and cum all over Clyde’s hot ass. Joan’s clitoris always got so swollen and so enlarged when she was turned on; turning it almost into a small penis, it would get so engorged. Joan’s ex-husband could be an awful son of a bitch to her during their marriage, saying hurtful things to her that would send her immediately to tears; so much so, she would often find herself hiding in the bathroom during their marriage so he wouldn't see the pain he had caused and criticize her even further for it. And one of the many hurtful things he had said to her during their marriage was that her clitoris was too big and it made him wonder if she was competing with him for the biggest penis. Of course, that was nothing compared to what Dick said to her after she finally had their only child after a decade of trying -- that her vagina had gotten so big after she gave birth that all he did was flop around in there now when he had sex with her. It was pretty much just blow jobs and hand jobs after their son was born, when they even had sex at all, which eventually they didn't, because Dick hated having actual intercourse with Joan so much after she gave birth.
God, what a son of a bitch he was.
Good riddance!
But Joan did have to admit that over the last 11 years since the divorce, Dick had slowly become kinder to her and the insults had become less and less to the point that they were almost nonexistent...
Almost.
During a vulnerable moment while Joan and Clyde were making love early on in their sexual relationship, Joan told Clyde what Dickhead had said to her about her sexual body parts that dared to not be of his liking, Joan having broken down while Clyde was inside of her, remembering those awful words Dick said to her as Clyde was making her cum. Joan telling Clyde that she had been so joyous at finally being able to have a child after a decade of trying, only to be torn down, once again, by him. Clyde said to Joan while soothing her pain and drying her tears, "I love that I can spread my fingers out while I'm inside of you. Extra room for me to play with you all the more."
Being with a woman was proving to Joan to be so much different in so many ways than being with a man.
And it didn’t take long into their sexual relationship before Joan realized that Clyde was actually turned on by Joan’s large clitoris, and one of the things Clyde loved for Joan to do and often begged her to do was to rub and rub and rub her swollen other lips and engorged clitoris up and down and down and up on Clyde’s hot, tight ass until Joan came and came and came…
Which Joan immediately began doing almost as soon as she began rubbing against Clyde's tight ass, holding on tight to her as Clyde reached around with one of her arms to hold onto Joan, letting Joan know that she was right there with her, gripping on tight to the desk with her other hand as Joan continued to rub and cum and rub and cum...grunting and panting and moaning as Clyde grunted and panted and moaned with her...
Until finally...
Joan was satiated just enough that they could ride the squeaky Green Line back to her high-rise apartment...
They got dressed and cleaned up as best they could, Joan having just enough wet wipes in the bottom drawer of her desk to help out with their latest wonderful messy adventure. Which was why they were finally learning to keep their lovemaking outside of the privacy of Joan's apartment to a minimum, because when they really got going, they would be covered in sweat and tears and cum and even sometimes a little blood, Joan and Clyde got so carried away with their passions for each other...
So, later...
Back at Joan's place...
The real lovemaking would happen...
All night long...
"By the way, congratulations on your new client. I'm so proud of you. I kept telling you and telling you that you could do it, and see, you did," Clyde said to Joan, kissing her quickly on the lips as they began to leave Joan's office. Joan could feel herself blushing; she was always so touched when Clyde was so proud of her accomplishments. Joan had been a cheerleader all throughout high school and during most of her marriage, since her ex-husband was always so insecure about his business career and life in general that Joan always felt the need to cheer him on to succeed, just like she did with all the football and basketball players in high school that she loved. Yet, none of these guys had ever cheered Joan on to accomplish her life goals. But now, Joan finally had her own cheerleader in Clyde.
“I love kissing your lips," Joan said to Clyde as she turned off the lights to her office and shut the door, walking into her small suite of offices to turn off the rest of the lights and equipment. "And I don’t just mean the ones on your mouth," Joan continued after the last light was off, giving Clyde's hot ass a bit of a slap as they left Joan's suite of offices. After Joan locked the outer door, she pulled Clyde close and said in between kissing her again and again, "I love the way your other lips taste...So salty...and sweet...," pulling Clyde even closer, Joan continued as the kisses grew more passionate, "I love the way your other lips smell...I love tasting your mouth while I still have the taste of you in my mouth," Joan then lowered her voice to Clyde's favorite husky level and said. "God, I love eating from the honey pot and yours is the most exquisite one that I’ve ever had the pleasure of dining on.”
"Mine is the only one you've ever had the pleasure of dining on," Clyde said, as she smirked at Joan, trying to ebb their passions before they got carried away again. Clyde took Joan's hand and they walked down the hall towards the elevator, the floor of the building was quiet since it was after 7 in the evening.
"This may be true, but I don't think you will be putting up much of an argument for my lack of honey pot dining partners when I dine on your honey pot all night long back at my place this evening, love of my life," Joan said to Clyde as she pushed the "down" button on the elevator.
Clyde smiled and blushed before saying, "I gotta admit, I can't wait for you to dominate me all night long."
Joan was getting turned on again just thinking about taking command of their lovemaking and all the wonderful ways her lips and tongue and fingers would be playing with Clyde's honey pot all night long...
Joan and Clyde got inside the elevator and made out the whole ride down since no other passengers got on board. They then caught a ride on a very squeaky and very rusted-out subway car on the Green Line at the City Hall Plaza back to Joan's place, where Joan and Clyde had erotic adventures all night long...
The End...
For now...
Episode 2: Fantastic Sex After a Fabulous Shopping Trip at Good Vibrations
