Breakfast (Part 2)

Previously: Breakfast (Part 1)

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"I know we're supposed to have dinner, but would you like to have breakfast with me as well?"

Rob read Dana's text again. Slowly this time.

"Breakfast…"

He blew out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. He smiled and shook his head. He lit a cigarette.

It was still fifteen minutes until he clocks out from work. His excitement over their dinner date made it difficult for him to concentrate on anything. After all, when he asked her out a couple of days ago, she only replied with a "Sure, why not?"

For him, it was like being shrugged off… non-committal… It drove him nuts.

He tried calling her again to finalize the details where they would meet but she wouldn't answer his calls. It was only last night that she texted where they would meet. That was the last text message he received until now. It drove him nuts.

"No," he blew out the smoke.

It was her voice, her face, the images inside his head during their phone conversation. That was what is driving him nuts.

Rob paced along the window of the fire exit. He was actually surprised at himself when he called her up. And he was even more surprised at himself that they did more than just talk on the phone. He's never done that before.

He felt his jeans tighten.

"Wow… that escalated quickly," he mumbled to himself as he stubbed out his cigarette and shifted his manhood inside his pants.

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7:30 pm.

Rob checked his cellphone for the umpteenth time for any messages or missed calls from her. There were none. She's just half an hour late, but for Rob, it felt like hours. He read her last message again.

"Breakfast. Yeah, right," he sniffed.

The phone vibrated on his hand and another message appeared below her last text. "Sorry I'm late. You can look up now :)"

He knitted his brows in pretend anger before looking up. His jaw almost dropped when he saw her already seated across him.

She was wearing a a denim vest over a sleeveless beige dress with a v-neckline, barely showing the top curve of her breasts. Through the glass table top, her skirt flared to cover just below her knees. Cherry red toenails peeked through her sandals. Her hair was tied over one shoulder with a red ribbon. Her outfit was rather prim for modern standards, but Rob's manhood hardened at what he was not seeing but can only imagine.

He nervously swallowed. "Uhm… you're late…"

Dana blushed and apologized profusely. The traffic going back to her apartment was horrible, but she wanted to shower first and change before she met him. She deliberately picked a restaurant close to her apartment.

Rob stared at her flushed cheeks and wondered what else is pink. He shook his head and shifted in his seat. "Naah… am just kidding," he said.

Over dinner they talked about their work and their interests. They found that they have many things in common, specially writing and books.

"Written any new naughty stories?" she playfully asked.

Rob felt his face blush. He had actually begun writing a story based on their phone call. He had pictured Dana while he was writing it. But he decided not to tell her that.

"Naahhh… no new ones yet," he shook his head.

"Awww c'mon, tell!" Dana grinned mischievously. He looks cute when he blush. She stood up ang pulled her chair next to him and leaned over. She whispered in his ear, "Tell me."

He chuckled soflty and moved his lips close to her ear, "There is nothing to tell. Nada."

Dana pulled her head back looked at him incredelously. "Really, huh?" she smirked. Her eyes darted around the dimly lit restaurant. She moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue before leaning close to him again.

She whispered, "Then let me tell you about this story of a writer…"

Dana let her fingertips graze lightly across his arm. Rob felt the jolt of electricity run down his spine.

"… Who meets this girl…"

Dana's fingers were trailing down the length of his leg. Her breath was warm on his cheek. Rob cleared his throat, "And then…?"

Dana lightly licked on his earlobe as her hand squeezed his thigh. "This girl isn't wearing any underwear," she whispered back.

Rob grabbed her hand and held it firmly against his thigh. He turned his head and pressed his lips hard down on hers. Her tongue immediately met his as they kissed hungrily.

Rob's other hand was inching its way up her rib cage to the side of her breast. Dana's breathing was ragged when she pushed him away.

"Not here…" She whispered huskily, her eyes glazed with arousal.

Rob snapped from the daze of their kiss and gestured to a waiter. He fumbled with his wallet as he pulled out bills covering their dinner.

It was raining hard when they exited the restaurant. Thankfully, Rob had an umbrella which they shared as they walked a block to Dana's apartment.

An umbrella is a shelter for one, but a shower bath for two. This proved to be true for Dana and Rob as they were practically drenched when they reached her apartment.

Dana giggled as her carefully chosen outfit was plastered wet around legs, moulding to her curves.

As soon as the door closed behind them, their mouths met. Rob pinned Dana against a wall of her apartment's narrow hallway, her breasts flattening against his chest as he ravished her mouth. He quickly peeled off her vest and threw it away as Dana fumbled with the buttons of his shirt. His hands caressed her leg under wet skirt and cupped her smooth bottom.

My god! She wasn't kidding when she said she wasn't wearing any undies.

He squeezed her ass cheeks and pressed his crotch against her navel. Dana reached behind her to unzip her dress, letting the fabric fall to her waist. The cool air made her exposed nipples pucker up and harden. Rob immediately took one nipple into his mouth and began to suck. His fingers found their way to her mound. Dana sucked a ragged breath as Rob slowly rubbed her slick pussy lips.

Rob felt Dana bite hard on his shoulder. Her hands impatiently tugging at his shirt and the waistband of his pants. She yearned to feel his warm, bare skin against hers. He needed that too, and more.

His mouth moved to the Dana's other breast, not breaking contact as he shrugged off his shirt and pants.

Dana gasped as Rob's finger probed inside her her cunt. Her shaking hand reached for his stiff member and began squeezing and stroking, matching Rob's strokes inside her pussy.

"Fuck!" Muttering a soft curse of a man losing control, Rob suddenly turned Dana around to face the wall. Dana's fingers splayed on the wallpaper as she popped her bottom out. Rob hiked her skirt up her hips, and with one gentle push, his cock was sheathed inside her quivering pussy.

Rob savored the moment his shaft was engulfed by her flesh. Dana savored the moment he filled her core.

No words were spoken between them, but as if on cue their hips moved in synchronized rhythm. Dana pushing against the wall to thrust her hips; Rob thrusting to push his cock deeper.

Soon their thrusts quickened in pace. Rob reached to grab Dana's swaying breasts and fondled her nipples. Dana, with one hand, reached between her legs and gently fondled Rob's balls slapping against her thighs.

"Dana…" She heard him moan. She pushed herself harder and faster against his crotch, her pelvic muscles squeezing his shaft.

Rob felt that he was about to cum. But he pulled his cock half-way out of her pussy. Dana whimpered in protest, her ass following suit. He pulled his shaft all the way out and teasingly rubbed the tip of his cock on her clit.

Dana gritted her teeth and turned around to kneel in front of Rob. She took his shaft in her hands and pushed it inside her mouth, while gently squeezing his balls.

Rob's knees nearly gave as he slumped against the wall. She looked down at Dana's bobbing head, her eyes looking at him, his cock moving in and out of her mouth. With her dress bunched around her waist and those luscious lips wrapped around his shaft, Rob knew he was close to cumming.

He suddenly grabbed Dana by the shoulder and pushed her back against the opposite wall. He lifted her by the hips and let his cock back inside her pussy. Dana wrapped her legs around his waist as she held on to his shoulder for support.

Rob rammed his cock deeper and faster inside Dana. Her soft moans became louder as he sped up his thrusts, his strong arms guiding Dana's body up and down his manhood.

"Oh yes, yes…" Dana gasped as she nibbled on his earlobe. She wrapped her arms around his shoulder, and also with her legs, pulled him closer. Her nipples rubbing against his bare chest added fuel to her desire.

Rob felt Dana's body shudder against him, her fingernails digging into his shoulder, her pussy's muscles clenching his shaft. He did not try to control it anymore. With a few final thrusts, he came inside her.

Still not untangling their limbs from each other, Rob and Dana slid to the floor of the narrow hallway, exhausted. They just sat there for a while, trying to catch their breaths, staring at each other.

After a few silent moments, Dana felt the sting of wallpaper burns on her back. She let go of Rob and stood up, letting her wet dress fall on the floor.

"Where are you going?" Rob asked.

Dana cocked her head to the direction of the hallway's opposite end. "The bedroom's this way."

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Next: The Next Day by Robin Van Persie

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