New Shoes

He'd had them about a week, maybe a bit more. Saddle shoes. A reminder of a simpler time in his life. People mentioned them, sometimes. His new shoes. Maybe because he always wore simple and plain and nothing attention-getting, really, on his feet.

Not that these had fun color or anything -- though he wanted a pair in blue -- maybe with neon.

But, in the short time he'd had them, and worn them, people had noticed.

She noticed. When she came in.

But then, she was an aspiring designer. Edgy and hungry and in touch with the pulse of the latest trends.

She'd worked for him, for a semester, mainly just keeping him company as he worked. He liked her smile and silly stories and the break from hours of sitting in a dark office and writing.

Now, she was about to move away -- to seize the opportunity her young life held.

He had admired her teasing... the texts at random times showing her in various states of undress. Always tasteful, incredibly tempting.

She had been drawn by his quiet desire. The focus and determination that she knew meant an incredible intensity in moments of intimacy.

They talked for nearly an hour.

And he asked her for a kiss before she parted to spend three years in a place far away.

He couldn't remember more passion in a first kiss than this.

She felt the desire of a man who wanted to capture her youth by kissing her with ever-increasing fervor.

His hands wandered, discovering an ass firm and strong.

Her hands in his hair, her mouth on fire.

The heat between them causing him to stiffen. As he grew harder, she unbuckled his thick brown belt. A button undone and she found him thick and hard beneath cotton.

She eased his pants down and he was exposed, his cock now on her thigh. Their kisses more intense, coming faster, bodies pressed together.

Beneath her skirt she wore a black thong. And the head of his cock could feel the moist invitation of her aching pussy.

Not yet.

She held his cock in her hand, stroked it, as he kissed her neck, her chest.

Then back to her electric lips.

She held him as she knelt to the floor, and he admired her nude heels... and smiled as her dark eyes looked up at him.

Her tongue flicked the head of his cock. Her hand cupped his balls.

And she worked her way down, all the way... then back. Then, her tongue penetrated his cock. Teasing its opening, then dancing all around the head. Then down again.

She worked over him with a hunger he hadn't seen in a lover in years.

And he was in heaven.

He said words... but he didn't know them. Telling her she was amazing, telling her she was beautiful.

Getting lost in the pure appreciation he was experiencing.

He had the presence of mind to warn her... and she chose to watch him rather then devour his cum.

Her hand held his throbbing cock as she aimed it away from her dress.

A big explosion. A second. Another pulse, and it fell. A thick drop of semen on his new shoe. The left one.

He wondered if it would stain, if it would be noticed in a few days. He wiped it up.

He grabbed another napkin and wiped his cock. Zipped and sat in the comfortable chair. She sat in his lap.

They both smiled and laughed.

And as she stood to leave, one last embrace, one final kiss, a touch. He wished her well.