Thanks for Stopping By

It was 1:49pm on Wednesday when Drake and I had this brief text exchange:

Drake: I'm on your street
Me: I'm alone
Drake: I'll stop by
Me: Okay

Within a few minutes, I saw him walking up the sidewalk.

I opened the front door and let him in. We moved into the dining room where we kissed passionately. I noticed that you can see our neighbor's backyard in the reflection of a large mirror on the wall, so we moved into the kitchen.

We kissed again. Deeply. Lots of tongue.

I could feel him getting hard as he pressed himself against me. I pressed back into him and he groaned softly.

He unzipped his zipper and pulled out his cock.

"Get down on your knees and suck on it."

I eagerly got down on my knees and started sucking on him. I stopped for a moment and looked up at him, towering over me.

"You have no idea how good that feels," he sighed.

I smiled and started sucking again.

My work computer chimed from the other room. Someone had IM'd me.

"Dammit, I better see who it is!"

The moment was lost and we both knew it.

I checked to see who it was. Simply a co-worker. I typed a quick hello and went back into the kitchen.

Drake smiled at me. He does crazy things to me.

We kissed for a few more minutes.

I offered him a glass of water which he readily accepted. It was a warm day. Naturally, I wanted to offer him more. But I couldn't. There was no telling when one of my kids might arrive home.

"I should go."

I walked him to the front door. As he walked out, he gently squeezed my side.

I sent him a text a few minutes later.

Me: You make me hot and wet
Drake: You make me hot and hard
Me: :-)