Trusting Jay(35)
His cock grew larger under my touch, and I needed more of it. The fixed table of the booth prevented much movement on my part. There wasn’t enough space to sit on his lap. The seat wasn’t wide enough to allow room for my body while I leaned over to suck his cock. I could get it tantalizingly close but never close enough to get my tongue on it.
The more I tried, the more I wanted it. I forgot my surroundings. The decades of filth and grime vanished, and I contorted my body until I’d squeezed myself onto the floor, rewarded when my lips firmly wrapped around his cock.
I licked and sucked his shaft but the table was still preventing me from bobbing my head up and down over him the way I wanted to. I worked around, resting the side of my head on his thigh and rolling his cock in and out of me. The entire time my pussy grew hungrier, and I ground my pussy against my heel, stimulating my clit and moving closer and closer to climax.
Jay’s hips urged his cock up and down, in and out of my mouth. I worked my mouth harder, my tongue licked left and right under the shaft as sucked in bursts. Jay matted his hands through my hair, and cum shot into my mouth. On the second burst of cum, an orgasm radiated up from the filth of the floor and flooded through my body.
After I’d extracted the last of the cum from him I relaxed my body. For the first time, I noticed the ancient mosaic of gum plastered over the underside of the table. I didn’t want to look down to discover what I was kneeling on.
Suddenly eager to get out from under there, I shimmied and crawled backward out of the side of the booth. Jay did up his jeans while I stood beside the booth. He hadn’t moved over to give me any room to sit beside him.
He stood placing his hands on my arms, “I have to go, I was supposed to be gone by now,” he hesitated, a half smile on his face, ”but you distracted me. You leave first, we can’t be seen leaving together.”
As quickly as his cum had filled me with reassurance, his words sucked it all out again. I watched, stunned as he nodded me towards the door. Not wanting him to see me cry, I fled the bar, fortunate enough to find a taxi right outside.
It wasn’t until I got home that I realized I’d left the disposable cell phone at the bar.
30
On Monday, I struggled to push my meeting with Jay from my mind. I couldn’t mess my new position up and jeopardize losing it, along with my condo and everything else. Since my parents died when I was a teenager, I’d been determined to have a good career. To make it on my own without needing help from anyone, because there was no one to get help from. Now all my hard work was paying off, and I wasn’t about to blow it. My entire life was riding on it.
By the time I’d had my meeting with Richard on Wednesday, my whirring mind had slowed enough to allow me to focus on filling spreadsheets with numbers.
Richard seemed impressed with my insights and supportive of my vision for reporting, which reinforced my confidence in my abilities. If only I didn’t have the issue with Jay distracting me I could really shine.
Every once in a while I’d stop to beat myself up for leaving the cell phone in the bar. I trusted Jay, and respected his instructions not to contact him, my heart still leapt every time my phone chimed. But there had been no word from him.
“You’re coming tonight or are you seeing your man?” Sam asked Friday afternoon.
“No, I’m not seeing him, I’m definitely coming. Lord knows I need a drink.”
Her face dropped. “You mean you’re not seeing him tonight or not seeing him ever?”
“Just not tonight,” I said. My lips formed a tight smile, and she studied my face then walked away. ‘Was I seeing him’ was a question I’d been trying not to ask myself all week.
As I took the first sip of margarita on Friday, I could no longer avoid thinking about Jay. What were the chances a silver envelope would be waiting for me in my front hall when I got home? Or better yet, find Jay’s car parked out front with him sitting in it.
A few hours and a few margaritas’s later, Sam was getting ready to leave but Jenny and I protested. I guess neither of us wanted to stop the partying. Her milestone birthday had finally hit Jenny, and while last week had been a celebration, this week she wanted to drown her sorrows. I had my own reasons for wanting to party. Namely, I knew in my heart I wouldn’t hear from Jay this evening.
Jenny plunked three more drinks on the table, and Sam, for the moment, was obliged to stay. The crowd was thinning out, but the bar hadn’t yet turned the music up and switched to dance mode. It was the lull between the post work crowd and the late night party crowd. A time to relax and order our usual extra spicy chicken wings that would give us the energy to make it through the night.