Exhausted but happy

Z took a hot soaking bath she was sore but happy. She had enjoyed that man immensely. Once he relaxed, he was impressive. His body was great you could tell he worked out, and wherever that was it was indoors. He had not one tan mark on his whole white body. Then again neither did she, she had spent all her days at work indoors, doing laundry, and cleaning every weekend to be ready for next week. 

She could tell he could be kinky given the go-ahead. She knew he was looking for someplace to tie her hands to, but that headboard was not meant for tying up anything. Holding them up had been difficult because he also wanted to touch her. He seemed to love to touch her everywhere. His hands never stilled as they had sex. She would have enjoyed not being able to get away from him at times. 

He learned to not let her get away holding her hips as he drove her crazy. She had to agree he was good but got so much better as the night went on. He must have only been with goodie two-shoes women before because he kept waiting for her to complain when he got rough. She could feel it in his delayed reaction in the first hour they were together. 

The only complaint she was going to make was he needed to be rougher, but he got that in the end. She had no idea that ass stuff could feel so good. She hadn't expected him to go there but once he slipped in, she was not backing off. She hoped he would e-mail her soon. Give her a week or two and she would be ready again. She hopes he doesn't keep looking for more women. She would like to keep him just for herself. She would hate to think Wendy was with him. He liked more than a finger in his ass too.

Preston has done nothing but think about Sonya. His hands ached to touch her, and his ass was doing some complaining too. He almost wrecked his car thinking about her as he drove home. When he walked in the door at home his mother was all over him. He should have called her or at least left her a message with the staff. She is old and was very concerned about him. He hoped she didn't call too many people looking for him. He didn't want to have to explain himself. She has been so clingy since she has decided he needs to get married, but she has to back off. 

"Mother do not set me up with any more of your friend's daughters. That last one was a disaster. Before the dinner was over, she was already planning the wedding. No more I will find a wife, not you, and if she doesn't meet your standards too bad. My happiness is what is important not yours," Preston boomed as she followed him to his room. He hadn't answered the question where he had been. With the closing of his door, she was not going to get the answer. 

"Morgan must have been too much for him. Her mother said she had a problem hanging on to a boyfriend. Well, they tried." She said as she walked away. 

Preston stepped into his shower he hated to wash her smell away, but he had to get on with life. He messaged her and now the ball was in her court. He hoped she didn't look for other men at that site. He brought it she should be happy with his efforts. He was happy with her efforts and sore as hell. Good Lord that was a workout. 

What was going to happen to him if she contacted the other Jim on the site to see me again and he says he didn't meet her? Oh, hell he is doomed. This had started as just a conversation and now he is obsessed. How is she going to react to his deception? He was going to lose her that fast? He had to do something to salvage this.

He scrambled to get dressed and go to his study. If he could find the site maybe he could join and fame an accidental mix-up. Typing in hookups, only sex, sexual arrangements that one hit on some sites. Finding one that had a good set not too sleazy plus seemed locally based he started the process hoping this was the right one. He couldn't search the site until he was a member. It was free except the constant pop-ups were driving him crazy. Weeding his way through the rules he signed up using an old e-mail address he hadn't used in years as his contact information. He filled out his true information and hoped to God their security was as good as they claimed. If the fact he is on a sex site gets out he is going to have problems. "Sonya girl, the lengths I'm going to just to keep you happy better pay off." Using a picture in his phone that didn't look like him at all but was him, he opened his profile. His secretary took it when he first got the phone and was learning the features looking completely lost when she took the shot.

 His profile pinged and the whole site opened up. Quickly he typed in Sonya and three different women's profiles popped up but the one he wanted smiled back at him. "Great picture girl," he said looking over her profile and that massive head of hair she has. Wow, only twenty-six she is young. He sat staring at her picture remembering that smile as she came so readily for him. He began to stir just thinking about her body, her taste. He wanted her right now. He sent a wink and prayed she winked back at his fake name Jim.

Z went to Terence's apartment she was excited to tell him about her night. She knew he wouldn't judge her. He has sex a dozen times a week with whomever. That was the life of an over-sex gay man, he claims. 

She told him about how Jim reacted to the butt action, and they laughed at how she reacted to her own. He loaned her, his laptop so she could check her site and see if he left her a message. 

Bitch this is not what this site is for. I waited an hour for you. I'm going to post you as unreliable.

Z sat stunned at his reaction she expected a glowing report. Who did she meet up with then? 

Closed popped up on the picture and boom she was gone. "What the hell, God I hope she did that for me," Preston complained. 

He quickly pulled the note she left and typed in her e-mail address and typed. 

Hey sweetie, I was looking at your beautiful face and you closed your account. I hope this doesn't mean I won't see you again. I enjoyed our time together and I think you did too. Please don't tell me this was a one-time thing. 

He sat thinking of what he could say but left it at that and hoped she would write back. He pressed send and held his breath. He knew she had to be on a computer somewhere to close her account. What if the guy she was supposed to meet contacted her complaining she never showed, and the jig is up already?

"Shit, shit, shit," Preston bellowed. Showing anger was not customary for him and he is sure the staff is jumping right now. He looked up and his mother was at the door she meekly asked, "Is everything OK?"

"No," he snapped she turned and walked away quickly. 

If he had known, he could run her off so easily he would have done it ten years ago. No, I won't go out with those other women it may have worked.

Who the hell are you? Popped up on his phone.

"Oh, shit she knows," popped out of his mouth and she is pissed some that he had to fix this. He can't lose her he just found her. His text back was.

I was a very unhappy man sitting at a bar until a beautiful woman approached me. If you remember correctly, I tried several times to get to know you and you kept stopping me. You were unexpected and wonderful, and I will do anything to keep seeing you. You haven't left my mind for one second since you left me. Don't be mad at me I only did what you wanted and would love to get to know you and do it again at your bequest. Not Jim

He read it over three times, not sure this would dig him out of this hole he found himself in. So, he pressed send. He can only imagine how upset she is. He went to the dating site and deleted his profile. She already knew it wasn't him. He watched his face be covered with a closed and noticed he had three winks already. Too late it was gone. He only wants Sonya anyway. What would his mother think if he brought home that petite, sexy, beauty? She was just the opposite of the lanky blondes his mother kept setting him up with. But God knows that is what he wants to do. He decided that after her second orgasm. She was the woman he wanted in his bed for the rest of his life. He just has to figure out how to make that happen. 

Z sat stunned with mixed emotions. He was right she never gave him a chance to say or do anything but her bidding. She set her sights on being in charge and he didn't fight her. She had raped him not giving him a chance to say much. 

Bull shit she did give him his out and was willing to walk away. So, who is he? The real Jim must have been late and pissed. Oh well, his loss. How could she stay mad at him? He must have thought she was a sex-crazed woman. Going over the conversation in her head he was right he tried numerous times to talk to her. The surprised but pleased look on his face should have told her he was clueless. 

She had to keep reminding him of the rules. He had no idea what she was talking about. That was why he kept breaking them wanting to get to know her. He had no idea what he walked into. She read his e-mail again and wondered why he was unhappy. She loved that he was still thinking about her. The first e-mail was only minutes after she left this morning. He must have been upset when she was gone, she thought and kind of chuckled. "I'm sure you were coming back for more," she whispered.

You must have thought I was a slut or hooker. Popped on his phone as she played the injured victim.

No never in a million years did I think that. I thought God had taken pity on a poor boy. All I expected was a conversation maybe dinner and dancing. But I admit I was very pleased with your request. It had been a long time for me too and never with someone like you. Sexy and bold. Don't hold how we met against me. I do want to keep seeing you. If friends with benefits is all you want, please contact me I will be the best friend you ever had. 

Jim not really 

P.S. I will take you to a nicer hotel if you want and thirty bucks is all it will cost you. J Xoxo 

He pressed send and prayed she accepted the message with the humor he sent it. He went to his room he knew he would get her message if she sent one on his phone. He needed sleep the marathon sex romp was wonderful, but he does need some rest. He will be worthless Monday morning at this rate. 

She smiled as she read the e-mail, but Terence was expecting her to go so she had no time to compose a reply.

"Sorry Terence I'll get out of your hair. Thanks for all the help," she said, no way was she going to tell him or Wendy. "I'll just tell her he didn't show, and I got pissed and canceled the account," she decided as she walked to her apartment. Now she has to decide what to do about the not Jim. She didn't think she was the type of person to have sex with just anyone, because she had thought of nothing but him all day. He was good never had better she thought and plopped on her bed. Remembering the last time, she lay on her belly he had given her such pleasure. She wet her panties just thinking about him. Shifting in her bed she fell asleep in seconds.

His in-house PI found when he searched for the name associated with the number that it belonged to a fifty-seven-year-old woman, not his sexy Sonya. "Further investigating of her, she has five kids from her Facebook account. She didn't own the phone number anymore. The phone company won't tell me the new owner's name. He would have to get a court order to obtain it. And he better have a good reason," Jack told him wondering what was so important about this woman. 

"OK, Jack never mind. I'll figure out what to do later," Preston told him. He has already waited three days and she has not written back. He has sent her three more messages. He hopes the one when he was trying to be witty hadn't pissed her off. She knew his sense of humor was dry. She called him on it often as they played who would come first. He had won almost every time she came so easily for him. "Damn it woman contact me," he muttered sitting in his office miserable. 

He has her number, but will she be pissed that he had been so sneaky to steal her number. Lord, he was in a catch-22 again with her. He looked up and Jack was still waiting to be dismissed. 

 "Oh, I'm sorry I'll get with you later," Preston told him. He knew his friend couldn't help him. He was afraid nothing could help him. He had lost his fricken mind over some woman. 

"You sure I can't help in some way you seem concerned. Did that woman do something to you?" Jack asked very concerned for his boss. He had been his security-PI guy for years starting back when his father was in charge of this empire. He was in charge of investigating everything involving the hotels. Thefts, allegations of abuse by staff, and any other problems with guests in this hotel. 

He loved his job and hated it when the boss was unhappy. He isn't a moody man but the whole office feels heavy when he is down which he has been a lot lately. He knows his mother is on some quest to find him a wife. He has complained enough about the problem with her. Marrying doesn't seem to be the problem it is the woman his mother is setting him up with, that is the problem. He may have found one that is elusive.

"Like I said don't concern yourself about it. From your description, she is not the woman I'm looking for. She has a new number, and they haven't changed her name is all."

"You could always call the number," Jack pointed out.

"I know but do I want to is the question," Preston said, and that concerned look came right back. For a second, he had dreamy eyes. Jack realized he should have kept his mouth shut. Some woman had his heart and all he had was a number this was a first for Preston. He was one of those most eligible rich bachelors everyone figured would never marry. He never believed the rumors that he was gay. People just don't know his background and the family would prefer it stayed that way. But he could tell someone was worming their way into his boss's heart. Or maybe he already has and is ripping it out of his chest.

Z was frustrated Terence had not been home at night all this week. His ass must be hurting like crazy. Hers let her know for days she abused it. Her first shit was an eye-opener. Yeah, it felt good at the time but was it worth the pain after? She has heard young girls let boys do them in the ass thinking it saves their virginity. Sex is sex to her. "OH, no Mom I haven't lost my virginity those ten guys fuck my ass. I'm sure your mother would be fine with that. NOT." 

She was not about to use one of the computers at work Wendy might see her writing him. Wendy gave her the address and Terence told her she could get on the address, so they put a new password and shut her out when she told him about the site. 

Z stomped up the stairs to her third-floor apartment. Trudy has turned it into a drug den. The smell of weed and something much stronger waft down the halls. Let Nana smell that and she will be all over them. She came in and ran everyone off. She had already told her not to be doing that shit in her apartment. All she needs is the cops busting her because of Trudy and her stupid friends. She has her apartment paid for and is moving this week just four doors down and she can't wait. At least she will be out of her place. All she needs is to get arrested and ruin her life because she was trying to be helpful to that dumbass.

She has been working the night shift at the local Stop and Shop. So far no one has shot or robbed her. She is pretty sure she is stealing from the till or selling cigarettes, and beer to minors. She has cash on her all the time, but she knew her first paycheck went for rent. Z already told her she would not be moving back in with her when she is fired. She has burned her bridge big time. Stupid is stupid but she is not dragging her down with her. At this point they barely spoke, shifting past one another in the tiny one-bedroom apartment. 

Zarita was thinking about moving to a better place. She was making pretty good money now and getting into a better neighborhood would be nice. She needs to hang around with a better class of people. Her mother didn't raise her to be white trash. But the neighborhood was declining, and she was afraid she was spiraling down that rat hole if she didn't run soon. She was talking more like them every day, but she fought to keep a civil tongue in her mouth at work. She noticed she had used some colorful words with Jim. He seemed to enjoy them saying the same thing to her to get his desire known. He seemed to enjoy everything she did. His body moving above her and reacting to her touch and hers was doing the same to his. Yeah, they were a good match. 

She did want to keep seeing him. If Terrance would come home so she could borrow his computer she could contact him. She could use the one at the library, but she didn't know the address yet. Terrence had done the setup and she was clueless.

With her mother dying when she was eighteen it was difficult for her. She never had a chance to go to college to make a better life. She had to find work to keep a roof over her head. She was an only child, thank goodness. She didn't have anyone else to worry about. Her dad died when she was seven. He wrapped his motorcycle around a telephone pole. That was a welcome relief that plagued Zarita for years because she felt that way. How could she be happy when her father died but she was? 

After he died her mother had one problem after another. She felt at some points she just wanted attention and if that meant someone cut her open so be it. She died of an infection after surgery at the age of thirty-five. It was something she caught in the hospital and before they realized it, she was past helping.

She can't believe she went out with a stranger just to get fucked and now she is waiting to see if he e-mailed her because she wanted to be fucked again very badly. What depths has she fallen to for attention? At least he was not cutting on her, yet.

Z looked out her window to a beautiful red sunset and noticed Terence walking up the front steps. She took off in a dead run to meet him at the stairs. He came up the steps with a younger man behind him and smiled as he approached Z. 

"You want to borrow my laptop right," Terence teased.

"Yes, just for a second please."

"I'm going to let you take it with you. I will pick it up later. He has written you almost every day," he told her grinning at her.

"You read them," she asked not believing he did that.

"Sure, I did. You know I'm nosy," he told her and passed her the laptop. 

Z looked at him like he passed her a bomb. 

"Oh Lord girl you need to learn about computers," he complained and went to his table found the e-mails, and handed the computer back to her. "The battery is good for about two hours enjoy," he said and pushed her out the door. The boy toy was calling to him. They both looked eager to get on with their fuck session.

She rushed to her apartment and sat on the bed excited to read what he had to say. 

Come on not Sonya call me, e-mail, or text, please.

 Not Jim and he left all his info.

The next day he sent her this one.

Did I make you that mad? At least I brought it. You made that claim. Please call me and I will be Jim forever if you want me to be. He left his cell number and his e-mail address.

A day later he sent this one.

I'm slowly going crazy here. You can't give me something I have craved all my life and then sneak away. I would have never done that to you. Please contact me. I need to get to know you better. You have to admit we are good together. I can sit without being reminded of you. Amazingly I hate it. I need you back. Come on sweetie I need to see you so badly and I have never needed anyone like I need you. Not for sex just to talk to but the sex was so good. 

Call me Jim forever J his number.

He sent this one today.

Sonya, I am beginning to believe you suck or you're married and just out looking for attention. I pray it's neither. Come on and call me. I keep my phone with me at all times so ring me up. People are starting to worry about my foul moods and if I start kicking dogs it will be all your fault. So, save a dog and call me PLEASE. His number is Jim `L`

 "Oh man," she whined and began to type.

Ah, poor baby. I don't have a computer sorry. Don't be kicking anything. Make arrangements and I will meet you Saturday night same place and time if you want. My ass is Ok too, but we will have to discuss doing that again. I think I will bring K-Y and gloves you did enjoy that a lot. No, I'm not married just horny, and yes, I take responsibility for not letting you talk. I'm excited to see you again and yes you can be my best friend. I do enjoy your benefits as long as you do not have a disease a police record or a wife.

 Not Sonya J her number and wrote text only.

She wrote for him to text her because she knew she couldn't stand hearing his voice and did not want to see him immediately. Just thinking of him makes her body ache for him with what he can do. He sounds pretty taken with me, but you never know she thought and prayed he wrote back soon. She had to give back the computer and be done with nosey reading her mail. 

Preston received her e-mail while he was eating dinner with his mother and three of her old friends who ate there quite often. He didn't mind as long as they didn't bug him about getting married. The best thing about these women coming around is he knows all the gossip in the neighborhood and lots of scandal. It amazed him what these people are up to, and their kids are worse. So far, they don't know about his scandal. Checking who the text was from, he jumped up and left smiling and ran from the room. Something his mother hadn't seen all week a smile. Quickly he wrote back.

So thrilled, meet me at the Palmer House bar much nicer place. I can't wait to see you. Yes, I'm clean on both points, and no not married either.

A very happy Jim J

"I don't want to go there someone may recognize me," Z complained as she wrote her refusal. 

OK, how about the Hilton in the lobby at 8:00?

 Happy Jim J

He thought that it would work it was the same general area he thinks she rides the bus. 

Sounds good but I'm not dressing up if I'm just going to be taking it off. Not Sonya J

I will gladly take you out or order room service. I'm not just after sex. I just want to see you. Remember you're the one who wanted the hotel room. Jim J

I don't think they have a kitchen. I know because a friend had her wedding there not because I have been in one of the rooms. So, bring hoagies from the Twelfth Street Deli. I want pastrami on rye. I'll bring mouthwash too. I will see you Saturday so cheer up and don't e-mail me anymore my gay friend reads all your posts and I have to give this computer back to him. Sonya J

Preston danced a tippy-toe happy dance, but no way could he check into a Hilton two blocks down from his hotel. That clerk would not just glance at him he would be on the phone to some tabloid in two seconds. 

Z danced to her closet to see what she could wear for a rematch with not Jim. She found a cute little summer outfit to wear. They had about three more weeks of warm weather, so she might as well wear it now.