Casually turning back to his counter, Stan glanced at the note in his hand, written in Lily's rushed handwriting: "See you at 6:30". He crumpled it, tossed it in the drawer, and closed it again, turning to call his next customer. He didn't know that ordinarily Lily would never scribble a note like that - writing calligraphy on expensive perfumed paper was much more her style. But he didn't need to know how she wrote usually; Stan knew from experience that Lily was desperate for more of him.
Lily was desperate indeed, and she had been since that first time two months earlier, when she'd first sampled Stan's cock. She hadn't set out to cheat on her fiance, not at all. But she was frustrated with their oath of abstinence - at the time it had been eight months since she'd even masturbated, and the tension was killing her. To add insult to injury, she'd been in a car accident earlier that day; a fender-bender at lunchtime where she'd been distracted, fantasizing about sex with Paul, and had rolled through a stop sign to hit another car. That woman had been such a bitch, and had screamed obscenities and belittling comments at Lily the entire time they were exchanging insurance information. Lily had been shaky all afternoon, and decided to pamper herself. She'd made a spa appointment for that weekend, but needed to give herself a treat that day, too. She'd wheedled and begged and finally managed to get her stylist, Stan, to come in on Wednesday, when the salon was usually closed, as a special favor to her. Then she'd sat in the chair and relaxed while Stan's powerful fingers massaged her scalp, shampooing and conditioning her hair before the cut.
Everyone has their errogenous zones, places where they are more than usually sensitive and more than usually aroused by touch. One of these, for Lily, was her scalp. So as Stan began to massage lather into her hair, she had found herself getting slightly excited. Her lips had parted slightly and she'd given a little sigh of pleasure; with her eyes closed, she had started to imagine that it was Paul caressing her, and she got more excited, thinking of his dark eyes looking into hers as she ran his hands down her arms and drew them back up her sides, the half smile on his face that she loved so much. Lily had shifted slightly in her seat as she got moist with arousal. She had had such a terrible day; she let herself drift off into her fantasy. She hadn't noticed at first when Stan had finished rinsing her hair and was standing next to her, waiting. She opened her eyes and saw that he was standing right next to her, his pants around his ankles and his large erect cock bobbing at her eye level just inches from her face. Ordinarily, she would have been repulsed by such sleazy behavior, shouted in outrage and stormed from the shop. But her need was so acute and she was half asleep with the fantasy of Paul that instead she had leaned over and licked the precum from the tip of his glans. Stan had groaned his approval but hadn't said anything, and Lily had been able to imagine that it was Paul still. She had rolled over and been on her knees in the chair, furiously pumping Stan's large member with her hand as she slurped the head in and out of her mouth before she became fully aware of what she was doing, and with whom. But by then it had been too late; she had been soaking wet and Stan had such a great cock. For someone who had been without for so long, it was irresistible.
Her attachment to Stan's cock had grown over the intervening months, until it was almost worship. She didn't particularly care for Stan himself - though he was a good-looking man, he was also vain, somewhat vapid, and couldn't hold a conversation that wasn't about himself or sports - but his cock was another story altogether. Its skin was a wonderful golden shade and, when erect, had purple highlights of throbbing veins she loved to trace with the tip of her tongue. It was circumcised, which had never made a difference to her one way or the other before, but with Stan's cock it was perfect. The head was bulbous and perfectly symmetrical, the shaft thick and straight - the pefect size for her hand - and Stan's vanity insisted that he kept his balls and shaft neatly shaved, with only a bit of hair like a fringe at the base. She loved to tug on it and run her fingers through this little bit of hair, and yet his balls were free for the sucking. His skin tasted of salt and, strangely, cinnamon, and she relished the spice of it. His sweat was sweet without being cloying, and she felt a flush in her loins whenever she remembered his smell.
Now Lily was driving in her BMW, having left work early to grab a bite to eat before returning to Stan's perfect cock. Just thinking about it now and Lily felt herself getting wet, could smell her heat in the confines of the car, which got her even more excited. She glanced at the clock in the dashboard: 6:20 and she had miles of bad traffic to go yet. She groaned and looked around at the other drivers stuck in the stop and go pace around her. Then she inched her left hand down and caressed her knee under the hem of her skirt, thinking about Stan's cock and how it would make her scream tonight. She dragged her fingers up her thigh, irritated that working the clutch prevented her from flinging her legs open wider. Still she pulled her skirt up further and brushed her fingertips across the heat of her swollen lips, thinking of how his cock would taste right now. She inched the car forward another car length while she grabbed the edge of her thong and worked it aside so that her fingers could get busy rubbing at those desperate lips. Then his cock would slide in between them, teasing her just like her fingers were now, and then plunge in once, hard, making her scream...Lily gasped and panted, her two fingers thrusting into her pussy again and again. |