On the prowl with Mistress AvA part 3

I pulled into the diner parking lot and parked right upfront. It was a futuristic-looking building built back in the late 60s early 70s. I remembered coming here as a child with my mother. The building had an A-frame over the main door and odd angles and shapes. I loved the retro-futuristic look of the building. Three sides of the building were large paned glass. The floors were the old black and white tile and the countertop was long and curvaceous around the edges with red leather covering metal round stools sunk into the ground so they couldn't be moved. Around the windows, there were red leather-covered booth tables. In both the far right and left corners were three-sided booths that could seat up to 8 people I had seen, I think they were only made for 6. Also, they had a jukebox tucked in next to my favorite corner booth. I looked over at my lover from earlier that night and my already abused panties had another layer of wetness. I leaned over to see if I could still taste us on his lips, all I got was a bit of OJ and toothpaste. Making a face I grabbed the keys and took a drag from my cigarette.

After finishing my cigarette I got out of the truck and headed to the door. He took a few extra long strides to reach the door before I could get to it and opened it, with a flourish of his hand he waved me in first. I laughed and went through the door and headed towards my friends that were already there. Their booth was almost full but one couple was sitting in the booth next to the corner booth, so we sat with them. I automatically scooched into the booth giving him the outside seat.

When the waitress came over she had hot tea already steeping and the newspaper with the crypto-graph for the day on top. I quickly checked my previous day's answers. I let out a "wOOt, WooT" before I could catch myself. "Sorry, hey Daisy! Can I get my regular?" I had said. I already knew the answer beforehand. "Sure thing darlin'," she said. nodding towards him she asked, "And for you?" "I'll have the pork chops, 2 eggs over easy, hashbrowns with grilled mushrooms, onions, and peppers, and the rye toast.

Just about everyone had stopped talking and was looking from me to him and back again. My mouth was gaping, I snapped it shut after realizing what I was doing. Then as if nothing miraculous had just happened everyone went back to their conversations and embarrassed I put all my attention into figuring out the daily puzzle. I would sneak glances at this man who was so much like me. My friends kept him talking, asking him things I wanted to know anyway and I was secretly sending them thanks. I learned a lot about him, all good, so far. What was the other shoe and when would it drop.

The cook, George, an older black man, rounded in the middle, finished up our order and brought it out. Nodding to me and giving me a thumbs up eyeing my newest lover. When George placed a plate in front of me, said lover, reached out as if to grab it then gasped as George quickly placed his plate and he realized we had ordered the same thing. We looked at each other exchanging meaningful looks. Grinning, I ate every bit while I was working the crypto out in my head.

By the time we finished eating some of my friends had left. We rearranged so we were all on the same table. I ordered a coffee and a glass of water no ice. I finished the water had 2 refills of coffee when the answer came to me. I jumped up and yelled, "check please". Finally, I cracked it and I was sure I had it.

He paid for both of ours and I gave hugs and cheek kisses to my friends confirming that we would meet up at the club again that night. A few whispered that he was a keeper or something along those lines. I smiled wanting to believe it. I mean how many times did I let myself fall and have to pick myself up. But, this one felt different. I shrugged off the negative spiral my mind was going into and headed to the door. I beat him to it and had it opened and turned to call out his name. As soon as his eyes met mine and with a flick of my wrist I sent his keys back to him. Then got a cigarette out and lit it.

Right as he was about to pull out to head to his house I asked, "can we go by my house, I would like a change of clothes".

"Sure," he said. I gave him directions and laid my head back closing my eyes."You'll have to tell me which one is yours," he said startling me from my sleep.

I pointed out a set of gardenia bushes and the driveway just past one set and before another. He pulled up to a set of stairs that led to a wrap-around deck attached to the side of a manufactured home that had an addition added on as well as a built-in shed. We went up the steps and I unlocked my built-in foyer. I took off my jacket and hung it up and sat on my monk bench to take off my shoes. The rush of blood to my toes was staggering and I was happy to be sitting. He sat next to me removing his shoes as well. I was rubbing my feet to improve the circulation when he shocked me and got on his knees in front of me and began to massage them. After several minutes of pure bliss, I had the thought of my nice comfy couch. I mentioned it to him, so he helped me up, I unlocked the second door and stepped on my nice thick green marbled carpet.

Rubbing my toes into the carpet. I did a glance around and my checkered tile mirror wall was clean with an old German-style hand-carved loveseat in front of it. Accompanied by a small round glass table with a triple-touch silver lamp. There was an identical lamp, and an end table in the opposite corner, next to the other couch. This couch had two built-in recliners and was extra thick with a dark forest green plush cover. The matching coffee table to my two end tables sat in front of the couch on one side and a fireplace on the other. I had a lot of mirrors and a few paintings of random things I would fall in love with at a yard sale. I always found antiques to buy at yard sales. The local antique shop was ridiculous they wanted almost 1,000 dollars for a couch in worse shape than my love seat although the same design. I paid 40 dollars and they brought it to my house and its current location. I informed him to make himself at home and there was ice tea or water he could help himself to.

I went into my room and grabbed a pair of jeans and a slayer t-shirt that I had stolen from one of my many brothers. I also grabbed sexy panties and bra set and a pair of socks. After setting them all in the bathroom, I thought ahead and got out some crotchless pantyhose and a red dress to wear that night. I took off my clothes and placed them in the appropriate piles. I went to get into the shower and decided some company would be nice.

I enjoyed the look on his face a cross between incredulity and heat. The heat won out and he was on his feet. I reached out and tagged him and ran down the hall into my bedroom. I was in front of my bed and he pounced lifting and throwing me onto my waterbed. I sunk into my down blanket, on top of my goose down mattress, on top of a water mattress. "Welcome to my nest," I said. Scooching up to the pillows I watched him through half-lidded eyes. He rocked and crawled his way to me, I opened my legs in an offering. He started with my feet, massaging then sucking on my toes and the arches of my feet. He licked and sucked and worked his way to my lips skipping all the best parts teasing me so I writhed griping a shelf on my headboard. When his mouth found a nipple he bit down lifting me off the bed. He was using a hand then tweaking my clit and getting my tight pussy to loosen enough to accommodate him. Switching between my nipples he pressed his hard cock against my entrance I grabbed his shoulders as if to pull him down and into me. He waited there until I made eye contact. Then he plunged into me I let out a half moan half yell. He got into a rhythm which is usually hard on a waterbed, I was impressed. I came over and over again until he angled just right hitting that spot in front of my cervix. I squirted then soaking us both. I cried out as my orgasms rolled into one continuous orgasm begging him to finish. I told him I could feel my heartbeat in my clit. He went down on me then licking in slow circles. I had almost caught my breath until he sucked hard while inserting two fingers to hit my spot again. I sprayed him in the face and he drank me down. He came back up my body slipping easily inside me and the feel of him filling me up sent me over the edge yet again. I came one more time with a yell he cried out with me, collapsing.

I got up as soon as I caught my breath and headed to the bathroom I offered for him to join me but he said if he did we would never leave. Giggling I got in the shower quickly washed my hair and used the shampoo to wash over my body my fingers lightly touching my swollen sensitive flesh. A rogue orgasm snuck up on me and I bit my lip to keep from crying out. I did a touch-up shave and made sure that I was smooth. I finished up then got ready in record time. A quick high ponytail some gloss for my swollen lips and a little eyeliner and mascara. I grabbed my overnight bag put my clothes makeup, curling iron, and brush inside it. I walked out and didn't see him in the living room so I went out on the deck, he had a fat joint in one hand and he looked guilty. Chuckling at the look I smiled and asked if he was going to share. He smiled with relief and passed it to me. We smoked and made plans for the rest of the day. We would take a nap, then he wanted to cook dinner for me and we both figured in some hot steamy sex a few times.

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