That question appeared to have joggled his awareness of the fact that the boxed Laptop now sat on the counter, and I was expecting him to lay out three thousand bucks for it. I was standing there poised to make the sale, and he�s giving me this �How the hell did this happen?� look.
�Oh!? Oh, yeah! Ah, well�!� he stammered, looking utterly befuddled. It was obvious he didn�t want the computer. But it was even more obvious that he didn�t want to say �never-mind� in fear of sabotaging the lust-connection he had made with me.
�Ah�you know�I�..�, he continued, stammering like a ten year old who�s been caught with his fist in the cookie jar. But before he could continue, I reached over the counter, and placing my hand on his arm, said, �You don�t have to buy it, sir. You don�t have to do anything you don�t want to do!�..do you?�
The slight tremor of his body and a look of child-like elation on his face eloquently declared that he felt my touch within every cell of his luscious body.
�Maybe you need some time to think about it�, I began, gently stroking his arm. �Hey,!�, I continued, shyly scratching my head, ��.I�m just about to close up shop for an hour and have my dinner in the office in the back. Want to join me?
He was totally flabbergasted by my invitation. Embarrassed, he immediately blurted out �Wha..what? Ah�Oh! Yeah! Sure!� Then, as if lambasted by a quick shaft of lightning, it became suddenly apparent to him that I was just as horny as he!. The radiantly mischievous expression on his face clearly stated that he was thinking �Shit! This is too good to be true; this is just too damn good to be true.
With the last customer departing, I locked the door, and put up the "Back at 7:00PM" sign. I then led Robert to the office in the rear of the building. Entering the office, I told him to relax on the couch as I went to the small fridge. Pulling out a plastic container of leftover pasta, I stuck it in the microwave. Moving back across the room, I sat on the coffee table in front of Robert on the couch. Looking deeply into his sleepy, lust-glazed eyes, I playfully said, �Hi�.
He warmly stared back at me. Yet, it seemed he sensed that he was being given permission to do something, but he didn�t know what to do. Slowly, he began to get uncomfortable; awkward. Embarrassment and slight intimidation played upon the landscapes of his attractive face. Then, in a nervous flurry of action, he blurted out that he had to go, and jumped to his feet.
When he stood, his crotch was eye-level with my face. Quickly reaching up, I encircled my arms around his hips. Pulling his lower body tightly into my face, with his rigid, twitching cock beneath the trousers furiously vibrating on my left cheek, I calmly asked him not to go.
I felt his solid, rock-hard body grow weak in the knees. Clumsily, he fell back down on the couch. The hot, tantalizing feel of a mature man�s rigid cock on my cheek inspired me to literally lose his mind. When he fell back on the couch, I was up on him as swiftly as a playful kitten on a ball of rolling yarn. Frantically, I began undressing him. I wanted, needed, hungered to be hotly enveloped by all that pungent, eye-watering aroma of mature-male arousal. He was completely spellbound by my aggressive assault on him. He was ecstatic. His eyes glistened with approval as he watched my gentle, professional, soft-spoken twenty-year-old demeanor hotly morph into a crazed, sex-obsessed satyr. First I undid the necktie and unbuttoned the shirt. Then I deftly removed the sport jacket, tie and shirt, seemingly, with one, swift, carefully executed, movement. The belt, the pants, shoes, socks and briefs all flew in different directions as I skillfully divested the blissfully appreciative man of all his clothing. In no time at all Robert Sanderson lay there on the couch as naked, and as innocently amazed, as a two-year old baby. His heart was racing wildly; his prick was rigid and prancing.
Lustily I eyed his lush, mature, businessman nakedness. I was hungry for it. I wanted to celebrate in it; I wanted to devour it. I wanted to explore and own each and every sweaty crease, crack and orifice of it. Slowly and methodically, I began the theatre of removing my crisp white shirt and khaki pants. Dancing over to a CD player I pressed a button and out blared the scintillatingly evocative music of the Gipsy Kings. In perfect rhythym, I began to gyrate my body to the fiery Latin beat of the CD; my face beaming as brightly as a lighted birthday cake. Robert excitedly sat up on the couch, completely mesmerized by my exciting performance. He was utterly swept up in the pagan terpsichore of my spectacle.
Finally, completely naked except for my socks, I pulled them off, crushed them together, and teasingly tossed them into Robert�s face. He grabbed them and firmly pressed them tightly to his nose and inhaled deeply. His stiff, thirty-six-year-old cock began to tremble and quake. Keeping one sock pressed to his nose, he brought the other one down and massaged his balls and cock with it.
�You are an Oink-Oink, Mr. Sanderson!� I laughed, as I sprang on the couch. My naked body hotly squirmed atop the hunky, five-foot-eleven-inch man. Pressing my eager, erect penis against his hairy fat prick, I slipped my hands under his sweaty arm pits. Robert shouted out and laughed, arching his body high on the couch, as my hot lips came down on his. Our mouths deeply and hungrily explored the other for quite some time - lapping, licking, and sucking as our tongues happily exchanged saliva. Our cocks also dueled, danced, and caressed the other as they grew wet and soaked from the excessive expulsion of pre-come juices. Judging from his euphoric groans and elated, bestial moans, it was clear that Mr. Robert Sanderson was wildly intoxicated with the best monkey sex he�d experienced since college. I too was pretty damn ecstatic from the steamy and stinky hay-toss with a hot, mature, married business man.
part 3
