“Nine … just a little over nine.”
Anne wiped her married cunt with a paper towel. Ed watched.
“Should I have condoms for next time?”
“Do I look like the kind of woman that would want you to use a condom?”
“No, Miss Anne.”
Ed wondered when he could fuck her again. The next night about 10:30 Ed felt Anne slip into bed with him naked.
“Husband’s asleep. Cum in me a couple of times and I’ll let you get some rest so you can work tomorrow.”
The next day Anne liked the idea that she had left most of Ed’s cum in her. The wetness made her horny. Right after lunch a black guy showed up at her window. Raphael looked like a bouncer. Acted like one, too. Anne wondered how it would feel bouncing up and down on him. He took the clipboard, had a seat, and started filling out the forms. The countertop between the two let Raphael see just Anne’s face. From her side she was watching him. Her workspace was a 30″ deep countertop about a foot and a half below that. It stretched the length of the front wall. Things were quiet.
“Why am I thinking black? That’s not me. I can fuck Ed’s big cock when I get home. Who knows if the rumors are even true.”
It would be several minutes before Raphael could finish the forms. One client was in back with a counselor. That meeting would not end until ten minutes before the hour. Anne had some time and an urge. She liked wearing a dress to work. Getting her underwear off and into her purse wasn’t a problem. Neither was getting a finger onto her clit and into her wet cunt. That felt pretty good. It wasn’t going to take very long. Boom! Orgasm! Oh, my!
Anne still had her hand under her skirt when the black man came to the counter. She blushed a little and took the forms he had filled out and placed them in a folder. She printed his name on a label and affixed it to the folder. She smiled at him and told him a counselor would meet with him soon. Anne went over his paperwork. Army Vet with minor war wound and trauma. That explained his nervousness and reserved demeanor. That made Anne think about fucking him. Her fingers went back to her exposed pussy as she read through his file. He had been homeless a lot and ended up in Utah.
“Hey, I picked up an extra taco for lunch and couldn’t eat it. It’s yours if you want it.”
“Really? Are you sure?”
“I’m sure.”
Anne put the bag on the counter.
“Thanks. I haven’t eaten since breakfast yesterday.”
“Not feeling well?”
“No. No money. I hate to beg like some of those bastard’s that really don’t need it.”
“Well, you need to eat.”
Anne reached beside her chair for her purse. She pulled out a twenty to hand to him.
“Here, some people come in and leave cash to help people out. This will feed you a couple of days if you spend it right,”
“For real? You aren’t afraid I’ll spend it on beer or drugs?”
“Are you going to spend it on beer or drugs?”
“No way. If someone is nice enough to give it I’m going to spend it right.”
Raphael leaned on the counter as he visited with Anne. The conversation lasted more than twenty minutes as they discussed families. Raphael told her he had been married. His wife had cheated a lot while he was overseas. When he came home wounded to Baltimore she was soon gone with no word of where she was going. Without her salary he couldn’t keep their apartment. It was full of too many ghosts of her past sexual experiences anyway.