Angel & Two More Men

"I'm glad you liked it. I had a lot of fun too, but I hope it's not over."

"I hope so too, but I don't think I'm up to anything more right now. Besides that, I really have to get back to work."

"I don't mean right now. You don't work all weekend, do you?"

"Today, up until Five PM." He realized what she might have been suggesting, and asked an important question. "Do you live near here?"

"Yes, I do." Angel got to her feet, naked except for the stockings that had slipped nearly down to her ankles. "I'll give you the address before I go." While bending over to pick up her knickers, she reached back and spread her cheeks wide, giving the gentleman a look at the pussy where she hoped and expected to get his cock that evening. "And this is what will be waiting for you," she added, rather unnecessarily.

Peter noted its creamy white and pink beauty, and shared her desire. He had watched Angel stroking her clit to an orgasm while she was sucking on his cock and licking off all his cum, and hoped she would let him take care of that for her while they were fucking. He also hoped she would let him lick her pussy, as he would want to eat any other woman before plunging his cock into her. The fact that her clit had a superficial resemblance to a man's primary sex organ would not deter him in the least, but he did hope she would wash herself carefully before giving him a chance to apply his tongue to her pussy.

After Angel had pulled her stockings back up and she and Peter had gotten dressed again, she wrote her address, including her apartment number, on a sheet from a message pad that she picked up from the desk. Peter pocketed it and promised he would be there, a promise he would have battled dragons to keep. They kissed au revoir, and Angel left the office and walked up to the cashier to pay the guest check she had stashed in her purse. Having taken care of that obligation, she left for her flat, where she would begin the preparations for their evening tryst.