“Do you recycle?” she heard him ask.
Given the surreality of her predicament to begin with, she was sure she misheard him.
Hearing the wall of silence coming from the bedroom, Anton poked his head out the bathroom door and saw Regina sitting, still dressed, in a chair on the far side of the room.
“The question probably caught you a little off guard,” he admitted as he rubbed the towel across his chest and face. “I noticed you were driving that new Prius..just jumped to the conclusion you were somewhat eco-friendly. So many of the people I’ve met since I got to the US are just so wasteful..just thought it was nice to see you weren’t one of them.”
“….I do recycle..I separate my paper and plastics,” Regina finally replied, her voice sounding meek and confused.
With her back turned and a million or more different things tangling up her mind, Regina heard Anton disappear back into the bathroom, only to re-emerge a minute or so later. Her heart leapt a little more with each footstep he took closer behind her.
“Then I guess it wouldn’t be in your nature to let something like this go to waste,” Anton prodded matter of factly as he eased up to Regina’s left.
When she turned, she came face to face with the most gorgeous erection she’d ever seen.
“…..oh…dear….,” she croaked, her eyelids fluttering as a blushing rash of embarrassment washed like wildfire across her cheeks.
Taking the base of his substantial rod in his right hand, Anton grazed the spongy and freshly showered head of his cock up and down each of Regina’s cheekbones before leaning down and kissing her on the center of her balmy forehead. Leaning back when he saw the look of utter submission glow in her distant and dazed eyes, Anton swung the cylinder of his mighty girth forward and pressed the torpedo-like tip of it against the married woman’s quivering lips.
There was always that moment of uncertainty before he pressed forward and buried his cock into a hesitant woman’s mouth for the first time. It was no different with Regina. There was a brief moment of pause, followed by several deep and reflective breaths before she finally accepted his prize willingly between her lips.
Feeling the top row of her teeth brush against the smooth, taunt skin of his manhood, Anton radiated with that addictive, adrenaline laced sense of power that came when a woman submitted to his advances. That feeling was only heightened when he glanced down and saw Regina’s wedding ring sitting on the dresser. Reaching down and taking the band in his left hand, Anton carefully studied the diamond inset as Regina slurped and rolled her tongue around his meaty shaft. Using his right hand to brush the curls out of Regina’s eyes, Anton ground his hips forward at an ever increasing pace as he sat the ring back down where he’d found it.
Seeing half his dick now submerged between Regina’s stretched lips, Anton steadied both his hands around the back of the married woman’s head before unleashing his full fury. Gripping Regina’s scalp with a tenderness belying the urgency and power his chiseled body rocked forward, Anton worked his pelvis in slow, methodical circles as the older woman’s breath huffed from her nostrils with each exasperated exhale.