How Not to Have Sex in COVID-19 Era

The young man swerved off the main road and drove into the apartment building complex, into an empty parking space where he then turned off his engine but continued to sit behind the steering wheel, waiting. He was waiting for the expectant call to his phone. The time on his watch said 5:32 pm; he was three minutes early. He dropped his phone on his dashboard and continued to wait.

His phone began to buzz minutes later—it was the call he had been expecting. The time was 5:35 pm. Whoever the client was, he sure knows how to keep to time.

"Hello."

A man's voice spoke: "Good evening. Are you here?"

"If here is 3551 Keytone Apartments, then yeah, sure, I'm here. Down in the parking grounds."

"Good. Take the elevator to the tenth floor. Apartment 1040. We'll be expecting you."

"Sure. I'll be there."

The call ended after that. The young man, whose name was Royce, put on his face mask before exiting his car. He took a small hand sanitizer out of his pocket and squirted it into his palm and cleaned both hands before slamming his car door shut. He pocketed his car keys and cell phone then headed toward the apartment building.

The elevator gave a 'ping' noise, then slid open, depositing him onto the tenth-floor corridor. Royce took a moment to get his bearing before turning to his right. He stopped in front of the designated apartment door and again dabbed his hand with hand sanitizer before pressing the doorbell. A moment passed, then a key turned in the lock before the door opened to reveal a slender man who looked to be in his forties with sandy-blond hair. The man wore a face mask and a pair of transparent hand gloves.

"Are you Royce Jenkins?" The man asked.

"Yeah, that's me," Royce indicated by pointing a thumb at himself.

The man took out a bottle of hand sanitizer from his pocket and asked: "Did you bring yours?"

Royce took out his and presented it to him. That brought a reassuring smile on the man's face.

The man stepped back from the door to enable Royce to enter. Royce shut the door behind him and followed the man into the apartment. The living room was empty except for the two of them. A porn movie was playing on a wide-screen TV, though the volume was in mute. On the center table laid an assortment of dildos of various sizes. Royce couldn't tell if the man were testing each one out before he arrived. Then again, the man had plenty of time to get rid of the stash before answering the door.

"My apologies for the mess," said the man, referring to the dildos. "My wife likes to play with herself whenever she's expecting male company."

"Ain't nothing wrong with that," Royce said. He had seen stranger things from couples whose homes he had visited before. This wasn't something that he considered new.

The man went and stood on the other side of the room, away from Royce. He kept his arms pressed to his side as if he was a soldier practicing to be at attention. He still wore his face mask.

"You can sit over there," the man indicated the sofa that was beside Royce. "My wife is in the bedroom getting ready. Would you care for anything to drink?"

"No, thanks," Royce said as he then sat down.

The man introduced himself as Dennis. "I take it that you know why you're here?"

Royce nodded his head.

"When we contacted the Tongue Patrol agency, we specified that we didn't want someone young or new at the job. How old are you, if you don't mind my asking, and how long for you been with them?"

"I'm 27, and I've been with the agency going four years."

"Forgive me for saying this, but you look way younger than 27."

Royce shrugged his shoulders; what possible answer could he give?

"And you've been with them for four years," the man continued. "Doesn't sound like much."

"You didn't invite me here so you could poke holes into my resume, did you?"

"No, no, and please, I'm sorry. Just that . . . with this COVID-19 thing still lurking about, it's been hard finding credible men who would do this for us. We've tried other means . . . online forums and even posted stuff on social media, but we've got nothing but fakers."

"Yeah, I know the feeling. Plenty of fakers everywhere."

"Yeah. Sydney, my wife, was the one who clued me into you guys. Don't know why I'd never found out about your agency before now."

"TP agency doesn't like socializing online too much," Royce said. "Discretion is our motto. So, how do you want us to do this? My clock's running."

"Well, that's something we need to work our way around. I've got no issue with her fucking whoever she wants and however she wants it—bareback or with a condom—she usually prefers it without—and I trust you guys are a hundred percent clean. My problem is with this fucking virus around . . . it makes things kinda complicated. You know what I mean?"

Royce did, but that was beside the point that the man's speechifying was starting to wear him out. He had come here to do a job, and that was to fuck the shit out of a client, not listen to a lecture about fucking corona. He had no idea how to respond to what the man meant for him to do or say about the matter. He couldn't wait to be rid of his face mask that was uncomfortably heating his mouth region.

When he said nothing, the man continued: "I was gonna suggest if you can keep bodily contact with her to a minimum when you guys are having sex. How does that sound to you?"

Royce threw his hands in the air and rose to his feet. "Obviously, you don't need me. You might as well have her make love to a dildo instead. I'll see my way out."

"No, please . . . Don't—"

"It's okay, mister. Thanks for your time."

A door opened, and then: "Dennis, what's the matter now?"

Royce stopped when he heard a woman's voice and turned to see her standing at the bedroom doorway. She was a statuesque blonde wearing black lace garters and thong panties. Her eyes lingered on Royce for a moment, before switching to her husband.

"What's wrong with you, Dennis? Are you trying to get rid of another man before I even had time to play with him?" She advanced into the room and shook hands with Royce. Unlike her husband, she wasn't wearing any hand gloves or face masks. "I'm sorry about my husband. I'm Sydney."

"Royce. A pleasure."

"Please, don't let my husband persuade you to leave. He can be a lot of fuss sometimes. here, let's make you comfortable, and maybe you can make me comfortable, too."

She locked her arm around his, then led him into the bedroom and shut the door behind them.

"Dennis won't come in to bother us," she said as she led Royce to the bed. "At least not until I tell him. Please get rid of the mask; isn't it inconveniencing?"

"It sure as fuck is," Royce agreed. "But with COVID-19, I won't want anyone getting sick on my account. Your husband was specific on that."

"Yeah, and I love him for that. Except he's too specific about a lot of things. I've blown off two men already because of him, and I don't intend losing another. So, why don't you go ahead and take off your mask and then let me see what you brought for me."

Royce felt emboldened by Sydney's candor. He stood from the bed and discarded the disposable mask from his face before unbuttoning his shirt. Sydney sat there waiting on him, smiling as he then got to unbuckling his belt. That was when she pulled him closer and started kissing his abdomen.

"Oh God, I just love the look of your skin," she moaned.

Royce's erection was alive and kicking in his pair of briefs, which he then shoved down his thighs along with the top of his jeans. Sydney grabbed at his cock and began stroking him as though she wanted to rip it off. Royce drew closer enough for her to lock her mouth onto his hand-on. She was drooling even before she began sucking him. He unclasped her bra from behind, and Sydney took it off while still keeping her mouth locked on his cock.

Royce held her head down and kept thrusting his hips back and forth. Sydney continued drooling on his dick, slurping up her spite and she swallowed more of his girth. She had a look of utter satisfaction when eventually she pulled away from him.

"Boy, that's as hard a cock as I've enjoyed since," she declared. "I can't tell you how long it's been since I had one as good and strong as this."

"Your man ain't got the proper tool to satisfy you?" Royce asked.

Sydney shook her head. "He can get it up," she giggled as if she was sharing an indiscreet secret. "Except he doesn't have enough inches to give. Come here and show me what you can do."

Royce pulled her to her feet and lifted her off her feet while still locking lips with hers. He laid her on the bed, still kissing her passionately. His penis rubbed against her abdomen, squirting a pre-cum trail on her skin. Her hand found his cock and proceeded to stroke him. Royce pushed down her bra, exposing her tits to his face, and got busy sucking them. From there, he continued down to slipping off her panties and then held her legs apart to get a better view of her pink snatch. Her body was already yearning for what he intended doing to her.

Royce didn't intend on keeping her waiting. He lifted her buttock toward his face as if he was taking a drink from a bowl as he then ravished her pussy with his tongue. He dug deep into her moistness, to which Sydney responded accordingly. She thrashed and whimpered and squealed to his delight. It always incensed his pleasure whenever a woman responded to his actions, so he knew he was on the right track to get her going. His tongue flickered against her clitoris. This drove her into a frenzy. Her hands clawed at his head while she groaned excitedly. Her moaning cries knew no end.

"Awwhhh . . . Uuuhhhh, yeah . . . Ohh, I love the way you roll your tongue in me . . ."

"Uuhh yeah, babe, eat that pussy . . . fuck, yeah!"

"Ooohhh . . . Uhhgghh . . . I can't wait to have your cock! Ohhh babe, come here and give it to me!"

"You sure you won't want me wearing anything?" He asked. "I've got a pack of condoms in my pocket."

She gave him a glaring look. "The fuck would you want to do that? I trust you. Go ahead and give it to me now."

Royce took that as a cue not to ask any more dumb questions. He knelt between her legs and rubbed the tip of his cock against her vulva to get better lubrication, as well to tease her somewhat, before then introducing himself into her.

"Aaahhh fuck!" Sydney moaned as Royce entered her. Her body tensed and simultaneously lifted off the bed. It looked as though Royce had jammed his cock up her womb and was knocking against her heart cavity. Her tits appeared to swell off her torso.

"Ohh yeah . . . that cock feels so fucking good," she gasped.

Her hips began working itself, grinding against him. Royce lowered her back on the bed. Her legs locked over his back as he slid deeper into her.

The fucking went on with both of them being two well-matched contenders to each other. Royce lifted Sydney and turned over so she would ride him, and ride him hard like a stallion was what she did. Together they ripped through her stockings. Caught in her frenzy, especially when Royce fucking her from behind, he grabbed hold of her garter belt and kept forcing her backwards. He slammed into her repeatedly; likewise, Sydney did her best to thrust back at him.

Neither of them heard the door inch open, and Dennis stuck his head inside to see how well they were getting along. He still bore his face mask and hand gloves, although he looked somewhat ridiculous now that he was the only person in the apartment who appeared to be health observant. He lowered the mask from his face so he could breathe better. It was unfortunate he and Sydney had never come to a compromise regarding what health precautions for this coronavirus season. He had done all he could to try talking her out of seeking a new lover. His argument was that they wait it out until there was an available vaccine. Sydney had nixed that idea. Having such a vaccine would likely take forever, and she didn't intend waiting that long.

Now watching her in bed with the man from the Tongue Patrol Agency, it made him feel despondent to have begun the tireless search in the first place.

Dennis quietly shut back the door and returned to continue his wait in the living room. Sydney would send for him whenever she was finished. She always did.