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you want another beer?" she asked. She
had to lean closer to him to be heard over the rowdy bar crowd. Jay
noticed the way her blouse hung open when she leaned near him. He
found his eyes roaming from her face down her low cut top to her
lacy black bra. A small shake passed through Jay's body and he felt
his dormant parts starting to recall their intended purpose. There
was a strange tightness in his throat.
    "Okay, one last one then I've gotta go,” Jay
said. Maria had plans. She slid her chair right up beside his. She
laid her hand gently on his thigh, placed her lips softly against
his ear, worked her tongue very gently in his ear as she spoke in a
husky, sensual breath.
    “ Buy me another drink and
I'll need a little while before I can drive home. Maybe we'll go
back to your place for some coffee.” Her hand tightened on his
thigh. Jay, the somewhat naive though hardly innocent Midwesterner
realized he might get laid. They ordered and drank
quickly.
    "Hey buddy, if you need a place, I've got a
little love nest on the Upper East Side,” Ted Spencer said in a
not-so-conspiratorial whisper to Jay. “Not even my wife knows where
it is.”
    Jay declined the offer.
    Jay and Maria finished their drinks and left
the bar. Through the suddenly sultry evening they walked the few
blocks to Jay's place. The doorman gave Jay a sly wink as they
passed him by on their way to the elevator.
    "What's all this stuff?" she asked, looking
at the piles of computer equipment and recently emptied cartons
arranged around the apartment.
    "Who cares?" Jay said lasciviously. He was on
his turf now. His previously comatose but now fully aroused parts
had no current interest in computers. He was focused entirely on
the exotic woman whose scent now dominated the small room. Thus, he
didn’t notice that the computer had an additional icon on its
screen and that the chair wasn’t exactly where he’d left it.
    "Yeah right,” Maria answered. She noticed the
new tone in his voice, the urgency, the need. She too instantly
forgot about the computers and walked over to Jay. She put her arms
around him, sliding her hands down to his butt and giving him a
gentle squeeze. "Do you like that?" she breathed into his ear.
    "Uh huh,” Jay gasped. He hugged her tightly,
thrusting himself against her. He moved in and out, the friction
between them driving him crazy. His excitement grew. He began
walking her backwards, towards the bedroom.
    "Where are we going?" she asked, teasing him.
He didn't answer. He kept walking her and kissing her and working
his hands on her back, her shoulders, her ass. They tumbled onto
the rumpled queen sized bed.
    They kissed and touched and before Jay could
make his next move Maria reached down and tugged at his belt, her
hand brushing against the mound in his Dockers.
    "Oh my God,” Jay moaned. His eyes rolled back
in his head and he flopped over on his back. Maria worked his belt
off and removed his shoes and tugged off his jeans and shorts. The
urgency was increasing, the clothes were coming off faster. Jay's
breath came in short gasps. He pulled off his shirt and began to
sit up, meaning to undress her but in a split second she was on top
of him.
    She grabbed him in her tanned hand and began
to work her warm soft palm up and down. Jay writhed beneath her
touch. He was powerless to do anything but enjoy.
    "Oh God, Oh God. I'm going to blow,” he
panted. She stopped. She looked in his eyes. She licked her deep
red lips and lowered her head down towards him. She smiled a sly
snarling smile and greedily took him in her mouth. She rocked up
and down with her lips tight around him, her hand tensing and
releasing, driving him around the bend. Jay arched his hips, the
muscles in his stomach clenched, his ass quivered. Jay uttered a
guttural, primordial scream as he released.
    Maria smiled. She looked up at him and saw
him nearly ready to faint with post-come exhaustion. She slapped
his haunches, hard.
    "Oh no! You're not going to