Running Behind Schedule for Midday Meal
Scott had been making lists, editing them, tearing them up, and starting over again. He had cleaned his home more thoroughly than ever in the three years he had lived there. He had checked out events, such as concerts, movies, plays, and exhibits scheduled for that weekend.
Fred was going to visit him, and he wanted it to be an unforgettable experience for the both of them.
Scott and Fred were inseparable friends during college. They shared everything with each other, including their likes and dislikes in food, clothing, art, literature, music, politics, and religion. They also shared their views on sex, since they both liked almost everything related to it.
However, they finished college during the onset of the greatest financial crisis, which led them to separate ways. Scott moved east, while Fred went west. Both faced difficulties finding employment, keeping friends, and romantic partners. They exchanged lengthy, heartfelt letters but eventually resorted to brief, less personal emails, followed by even more impersonal texts like "I watched a movie you might like." or "Lost my hair, but was promoted... Still no salary increase."
They managed to survive and recover from the economic downturn and the pandemic, but it had been 15 years since they last saw each other.
Fred was coming to the city for business purposes and suggested meeting for lunch on Saturday to plan their activities over the weekend. Scott had already started brainstorming ideas and decided to book a restaurant for their meeting. The morning after his due date had always made him punctual, and he planned to be on time as usual.
While waiting, he wandered around on the sidewalk outside the restaurant. It was not a fancy place; it served good food at a reasonable price. They had frequented this type of establishment during their college years. Scott paced back and forth, constantly checking his watch. Finally, he decided to stop, take a deep breath, and clear his mind.
He was jolted out of his moment of calmness by a gentle nudge and a voice behind him: "Excuse me, sir."
He turned to see a woman of his age gazing up at him, her countenance reflecting a mixture of hesitation and hopefulness. "Hi, uh, hello, sir," she managed to stutter. "I wondered if I could ask you a question?"
Scott, being a kind-hearted person, was likely to help out anyone, especially a pretty woman, in need. "Well, I'm expecting someone who should be here any second, but if I can do something for you, I'd be pleased to oblige."
"Fantastic! I thought so," she replied. "You seem like the perfect man to help a damsel in distress."
Scott gestured affirmatively, uncertain about how much assistance he could provide when faced with such a strange situation. "All right, so, what exactly do you need?"
"Ah, yes, the favor," she said. "It's just this: I was wondering if you would sleep with me."
He studied the woman for a few moments, trying to gauge her intentions. He had experienced long-term relationships, drunken one-night stands, and group orgies. Still, this situation was unique.
The woman proceeded to explain her needs: "I'm an appealing woman, don't you think?"
Scott agreed. She stood at about five feet six inches, had long black hair, large dark eyes, and had a curvaceous body.
"I think you'd enjoy having sex with me," she flirted. "I even wore a sexy dress for you!"
Scott checked his watch and surveyed the street. "Sure, I must admit that your proposition is quite tempting," he confessed. "But, as I mentioned earlier, I'm waiting for a friend. Plus, here we are in a public place. How would we proceed? Should I drag you over a parked car and fuck you from behind?"
She chuckled. "Not necessarily like that, but you get my point."
Scott considered the situation, debating whether it was worth the risk. "Alright, let's find a place where we can be alone for a while."
"That's really thrilling," the lady commented happily with a sweet chuckle. "Perhaps we could return later, during the night, around midnight or so, and we could carry out those plans at the same time." She glanced around. "But for now, I notice a dress shop across the street. We could enter it, pretend to be a couple searching for a new dress for me, for a celebration, let's say. I'll pick two or three to try on. I'll have some difficulties in the changing room that only you could handle, call you in and we could have sex there."
"You're a woman with all the solutions," Scott replied, laughing and shaking his head in awe. "But my buddy..."
"Fuck your buddy," the lady interrupted. Then she grinned erotically. "And that's a fascinating notion. Does your friend like threesomes? If he arrives in the next minute or so, we could let him join us and you both could have sex with me."
Scott shelved thoughts of this occurrence occurring in the shop's changing room. "Hear me out, you're attractive, yes, extremely attractive. But I made a promise to my buddy I'd be here to greet him."
"Come," she remarked, grabbing his hand and dragging him out into the street. "You'll only be a few feet away. And let me tell you this: If you agree to sleep with me, I'll give you a blowjob too."
They moved out of the way of a cyclist, a taxi, and a delivery truck. As they reached the store, Scott shoved her to a halt. "Let's exchange names. I'm Scott. What should I call you?"
"What do you wish to name me?" she teased.
He shook his head. The lady was a true gem. "Well, Jezebel seems fitting, under the circumstances."
"Then Jezebel it is. You may address me as Jez and me as Honey and Dear," she playfully replied. Jezebel and Scott were welcomed by a middle-aged woman with a fabricated smile. "Hello, visitors, I'm Theresa. This is my tiny shop. How can I serve you today?"
"Oh, Theresa, it was so delightful to meet you," Jezebel flirted. "We just fell in love with your store's appearance, and I informed my husband here that we absolutely had to enter your fine selection. I was told we had a party to attend. It's not an official gathering, therefore, I don't need a gown or anything. However, it's at my husband's boss's house. My man here is after a big promotion, so I want to wear something pleasant for this event." She flirted with Theresa. "Maybe show off some cleavage and a touch of leg, as well."
Theresa didn't break the plastic of her smile. "I am certain we have something ideal for you. May I show you a few possibilities?"
Jezebel placed her hand gently on Theresa's arm, causing a cautious look to cross her face. "Oh, thank you, Tess. May I refer to you as Tess? But we'll simply browse. I assume you have a changing room where I could try on some options?"
"Absolutely," Theresa said, pulling away from Jezebel's touch to point to a door toward the rear of the store. "Right there you'll discover a comfortable room. I'll be close by, of course, so just summon me if you need me."
Jezebel and Scott browsed the store. She selected three dresses in daring colors - red, blue, and yellow - all with plunging necklines and enticing, mid-thigh hems.
As Jezebel entered the changing room, Theresa inquired, "Will you require any help?"
"Oh, thank you very much," Jezebel said. "I sometimes struggle with zips and buttons and the like when attempting a novel thing on. However, that's why I escort my darling husband along. He can assist me if required. There's no need for you to become involved."
She scuttled into a short passage and then vanished into a changing room opposite a bathroom. Scott smiled at Theresa, who nodded at him with that permanent smile. He wondered if her cheeks ached when she closed her shop at night.
"That's my role in life," he said. "My lovely wife relies on me even for the tiniest things sometimes. But I adore her so much that I don't mind one bit. It's an honor and a joy just to be in her presence. She truly is lovely, isn't she?"
"Oh yes, very much, sir. You have a very lovely wife. You are indeed fortunate."
"I am, indeed. Yes, indeed."
He wandered aimlessly for a few minutes, pretending to examine dresses, blouses, skirts. He checked his watch, leaned against the window facing the street, and watched for his companions. "We have lunch reservations," he noted to Theresa. "They're late, as always. That's why we thought it would be okay to come here and seek a dress."
Theresa nodded in comprehension.
Finally, the call came. "Oh, Honey. Dear, could you come here please? I seem to have got this God-damned zipper stuck."
Scott grinned at Theresa. "She never ceases to amaze me. Beautiful, yet clumsy."
He leisurely strolled towards the dressing room, ensuring Theresa was aware he had no plans to hurry to his charming yet accident-prone partner. He entered the room, shut the door, and turned around. Jezebel stood confidently with hands on hips, exhibiting her naked torso - adorned only with her black bra and underwear.
"Well, what do you think?" she prodded. "Fancy a roll in the hay?"
Shrugging his shoulders, he eyed his wife's body as he moved towards her. "Jez, you're quite the looker. Attractive, gorgeous even."
"So you're up for a Butcher's Delight?"
Casually, he glanced at his watch. "I've made it abundantly clear that I have a friend to meet. But I guess the bed can be your playground for a while."
"Then get rid of this flimsy bra of mine and let's really have some fun. Are you ready to have a play with my melons?"
He nodded helplessly. Despite his intentions, he couldn't deny the erection in his pants. He may as well obey his instincts. He reached behind Jezebel, undid the hooks, and gently removed her bra, tossing it onto a chair piled with her garments.
Jezebel possessed great assets: two perfectly round, firm breasts that stood prominently upon her chest. Her dark, pouting nipples were already swelling in anticipation.
"I once heard from a previous lover, one of my old fuck buddies when I was single, that I had the perfect pair of orbs. You know, not too big, not too small, just right. What do you think?"
Scott kneaded Jezebel's bosom affectionately, then circled his fingers around her nipples, teasing them slightly. "Yes, they're just the right size."
"So, lick 'em," she urged, thrusting them towards him.
Scott leaned down, ran his tongue around her areolas, inhaled her scent. He returned to her nipples, locked his lips around one, sucking it gently, earning him a playful moan.
Jezebel told him, "Give me the on-and-off treatment. Left tit, right tit. I also enjoy kissing my cleavage, so get that cleavage action going."
Switching between her breasts, Scott visited each one passionately, brushing his tongue across her skin before lovingly kissing her cleavage, where she'd pushed her boobs together. Every so often, he'd wave his tongue up and down, licking along her breasts then her chest.
"Now, rip my panties off," instructed Jezebel. "I hope you'll enjoy my quim. Do you like pubic hair? I keep mine in respect to past nostalgia reasons."
Remembering his preference for a natural look, he checked his watch.
"Jesus Christ," Jezebel sighed in disbelief. "Stop with that watch nonsense. I'm right here with you, not off picking up Timmy at the daycare."
She forcefully pulled him to her, kissing him harshly.
"Now, drop down, take my panties off and eat my crack like that."
Scott kneeled in front of her, his hands sliding the panties down Jezebel's hips, then off her legs. Despite her trimmings, her pubic hair teased him - his preference leaning towards vintage porn, with the bare labia more commonly seen today leaving him uninterested.
In terms of appearance, her pussy looked as she described. Lots of hair, yet not enough to become bothersome. He lingered along her upper thighs, teasing her pussy with the tip of his tongue before diving between her soaking folds.
Jezebel was nearing climax. Throbbing wildly, she clenched his head in place, forcing her mound against his face. He eagerly licked, flicking his tongue across her inner thighs. The ravenous cunt that she offered to him made him eager to continue. He rushed to pleasure her, his tongue focusing on her clit enthusiastically. Her orgasm now imminent, she thrusted her pelvis. His own tongue, driven by this heavenly taste of her climax, probed deep into her intimacies.
"Oh, Jesus Christ," Jezebel gasped. "That's divine. You are a man from the diluvian era. The god of love."
Happy with his progress, he closed his lips around her collarbone. He sidled up to her face, kissed her before she savored the taste of her own juices on his lips.
"It's getting late to meet a gentleman of mine. So," put forth Jezebel, "It's time for me to suck your cock."
In a flash, she undid his pants and pulled them, along with his boxers, off his legs. Simultaneously, he whipped his polo shirt over his head.
She told him, "Come." She took his hand and swiftly removed her clothes from the chair. She made him sit on it. She spread his legs and knelt between them. She nibbled on his belly, then his thighs. She stroked his rock-hard dick and gently massaged his balls. She placed her lips on the tip of his penis, and sucked up some pre-cum. She glided her lips down, and impaled herself on his dick.
When Scott felt his cock slip inside her throat, his body trembled with pleasure. Her nose brushed against his abdomen, her chin stroked his balls. She started bobbing up and down on his penis, discussing his length deep inside her throat and then withdrawing it, leaving just the head. She began licking his anus, penetrating him, and then she thrust a finger inside him.
"Ah, fucking god," Scott groaned, "That's incredible! You're a blowjob maestro! The asshat ex-husband of mine never knew this. But man, you're killing it right now!"
Jezebel paused momentarily to speak, "There's more to me than just a great blowjob. I've mastered many other techniques." She smacked the tip of his dick with her lips. "One that your cheating spouse has missed out on."
Jezebel sucked him again, this time to the brink of climax. She pulled away, let him recover, and sucked him to even higher realms of sexual excitement. He laid back in the chair and enjoyed every second of her ministrations. He had questions about whether he would ever want or satisfy a woman again after his divorce. He'd experienced some up-and-down encounters, one-off encounters, and a handjob in a theater. Now, he had a hard penis pressed against a sexy, desirable woman's mouth and a woman who eagerly wanted to be used by him. Was this more than a casual encounter? It almost had him orgasming.
Scott grabbed Jezebel's waist, pulled her onto his lap. She lifted herself up, indicating he should hold her waist, and she placed his penis inside her. He held her firmly. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her body against his. He pushed up into her, and she responded with great force.
"Oh, God, yes!" she cried, "Fuck me, Honey, fuck me like you're fucking on your wedding night!"
Scott placed his hand on her mouth, "Shh," he said quietly. "The girl outside might hear that noise and suspect we're doing something."
She nibbled at his hand, "Let her think that we're having sex. Who knows, maybe she'll want to join."
Scott lifted her, putting her back on her feet, and bent her over. She leaned against the chair, spread her legs. He thrust himself into her from behind, causing his fears to manifest.
"Boo! Hey, what're you guys doing in there? Everything good?" a voice called from the shop.
"Yes, Theresa. Thank you very much," Scott called out, not stopping his rhythmic thrusts. "My wife takes forever to choose a dress. She just can't decide."
"Well, let me know if you need something," she responded.
Jezebel cooed, "Theresa's worried you're taking too long. But I'm telling you which one fits best, inside me. Or am I wrong?"
"You're not," the shopkeeper answered. "I trust your judgment."
By now, the slaps of his ball-sacks against Jezebel's ass no longer fazed him. He only desired to please her. She let out a series of moans and sighs as she felt him indulge in her. She raised a hand to her mouth to suppress her pleasure-induced moans. His balls were growing tight.
After she quivered and shook with multiple orgasms, he quickened his thrusts into her. She reached beneath them, wrapping her palms around his balls and lightly squeezing them with each of his pulls. She was no longer struggling - they were in perfect synchronization.
His own climax was approaching. He raised his head, reached around, and groped her tits, hardening his nipples and causing exquisite pain and pleasure. He moaned, "Yes! I'm cumming!" He released his semen onto Jezebel's cervix multiple times.
They stayed there, embracing, until their breathing returned to normal. She puckered her lips and sucked the remaining cum and juices off him.
Jezebel grabbed onto his behind. She bounced back and forth, moving her lips along his sticky shaft. He closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation of her lips on his cock spreading throughout his body. He's always been quick to recover for a second round. He could feel it getting ready to strike. He groaned with pleasure.
She loosened her grip on him. "Your cum tastes great," she said, looking up at him with glistening eyes. "Give me more."
He took hold of the back of her head and started thrusting into her mouth hard. She bobbed her head back and forth eagerly, emphasizing his movements. He shuddered as he squirted a large load of jizz into her mouth. She swallowed it all and continued sucking him dry until his well was empty and his cock started to soften.
They quickly dressed and exited the dressing room. But they were met by a harsh woman.
"You two," Theresa hissed. "You two are disgusting. I know what you were doing in there. The audacity of it. To come into my respectable store and have sex right before my eyes. Why, I should call the police and have you arrested."
Jezebel smiled. "And here I was just about to buy this pretty dress from you," she said, holding up a blue one.
"I don't want your business. I don't want your money. I don't want you here. Leave. Leave. Both of you. Or I'll call the cops."
Jezebel laid the dresses back on the rack. She smiled once more at Theresa. "Okay, Honey, let's go. We're not welcome here."
As Scott opened the door for her, Jez turned around and spat out to the shopkeeper, "You should know that we've been kicked out of much better places than this."
They let the door slam shut behind them. She grabbed his hand again as they hurried across the street. When they reached the other side, they faced each other and laughed uncontrollably. She wrapped her arms around him. He pulled her close. Their lips met in a deep kiss. He slapped her on the ass.
"You, my lovely Fredericka, have not changed at all," Scott said, kissing her again. "Still full of scandalous surprises. Hopelessly uninhibited." He pushed her away and examined her closely. "And you still look just as amazing as ever. Even those fine blonde tits you used to rave about so much."
"And you, my big Scotty, are still the man I've loved the most and the best lover, too."
They laughed and embraced. He looked into her eyes. "And I'm still not bad when it comes to role-playing, I'm improving, too, right?"
"You've done great, my dear. I'm excited to have more opportunities to participate in intimate moments with you."
"Really?"
"Yep," Fred replied with a big grin. "I have some business here, meet my new boss. Take a look at my new office. Check out any apartments nearby. Got any nice places in mind?"
Scott smiled brightly. He hugged her closely again. He kissed her on the forehead. "I might know of a cozy little hideaway where you'd fit in perfectly."
"Excellent. Now, I'm hungry. You're finally going to buy me that lunch you promised?"
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- Chapter 4: Text Analysis and Processing
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