Incumplete

“Oh, oh, oh, oh, yes, yes, yes, yes, yessssssssss!!” ‘Mother fuck! Really?!’ she thought. Martha had the remnants of a euphoric look on her face, but it was mixed with a look of extreme annoyance. She looked at the ‘grease monkey’ who had just helped her achieve a raging, Earth-shaking orgasm and shook her head. Her legs began to feel like they would be able to support her weight again; without leaning on the cluttered, dirty office desk. It was a little nasty, but came in quite handy before and after breaking off from her unexpected lover. She slowly began to walk (shakily) out of the garage to her car. She was as sexually happy as she had ever been, but also pissed off to the point of crying.

Martha was in her mid forties, and was already twice divorced. She had a string of boyfriends since she put the second bad marriage behind her; with a few of them overlapping into ‘cheating’ territory. That’s not what was bugging her right now though. She thought back to every time she had sex with any of them, and searched for an experience like she just had with a ‘middle Escort Bayan Gaziantep of the road-looking’ mechanic at a second-rate garage. The deal she got on the oil change withstanding, this ‘gentleman’, who was definitely not her usual type of fellow, changed her life that day.

Martha remembered ‘cumming’ all the time when her partners licked at her pussy, and then muddled through the act of fucking her. She would respond like a woman on a late night ‘skin flick’, with the required moaning and such. Admittedly, sex had always felt great to her. She always looked forward to being with a man, so she could re-experience the tingles and wonderful feelings she had during the ‘deed’. She actually thought she was among the ‘elite’ multi-orgasmic club, she would cum so often.

“Mother fuck!” she thought as she remembered the unapologetic flirting, and downright dirty things that came out of the grease monkey’s mouth. It surprised her that a man who seemed to have little to offer, with the exception of ‘topping off’ her automobile’s fluids, could arouse the primeval feelings of lust that she vaguely remembered having on her first ‘all the way’ date in the Eighties. Against her better judgment, she found herself in his office, with his hand in her pants. No kissing, no talking, very little breast play, but his skillful finger took her to a familiar place, and then to the summit of a mountain she never knew she was climbing all of those times with other men. After her juices started flowing and getting her panties wet, the tingles were almost all she could stand. She half-heartedly ‘pushed’ at him to stop. She knew she would go crazy if she continued ‘cumming’ over and over again. The delightful feelings from his first contact, after ‘breaching’ her panties, changed to an intense, new thing; an almost painful something she had never experienced before. She was on the ‘brink’!

He ignored her passive resistance and continued his attack on her clitoris. Just when she was about to command him to withdraw, it happened. Her body tensed up so hard, she thought she was going to pass out. Her ‘numb’ face and tingling extremities frightened her a little, before the explosive waves of ecstasy enveloped her entire existence. She remembered clamping down on his finger; making it hard for him to continue his playful flicking and deadly serious rubbing of her pleasure center. With her legs failing her, and the desk being the only thing keeping her off the floor, she just knew she was having a stroke or worse; a wonderful, exciting stroke that she hoped would never end.

‘Fuck, fuck, fuck’ she thought; knowing she would owe the ‘swear’ jar a hundred bucks before she got home. ‘Married twice and sexually active for twenty-five years, but today was my first orgasm???!!’ “What the fuck” she said out loud. She was confused by the war going on inside her mind about whether to mourn and be mad at the first twenty-five years, or to rejoice at the possibilities of her future. Never again would she have an encounter with ANYONE that didn’t result in her feeling the wonderful thing she had just experienced. She smiled when her mind presented her next opportunity. She dialed her phone as she drove, and waited for a response. “Yes, I’d like to come in next week and get my tires rotated”!