Darian arrived at Thelma's apartment, he pulled into the garage and halted the vehicle. He glanced around the environment, it had been a while since he'd come over there. He made a promise not to ever come around, but too bad he was about to go back on his words.
He shut his eyes, hitting his fists on the steering wheel, he contemplated going back home to Lena and going inside to meet Thelma who was probably ready to do whatever they had planned out tonight.
His mind drifted away from Lena, he didn't want to go back, so he finalized the decision by stepping out of the car and going inside to meet Thelma.
He pressed the doorbell two times before Thelma opened up to him.
"Welcome here," she smiled seductively at him, running her long fingers through the material of her white robe.
"Do you want to have some wine?"
"Yes, a strong liquor. Can you get that for me?" Darian requested.
"Always at your service," she winked and proceeded to get the drinks. She walked back to her living room with two glasses clamped with one of her hands and a bottle of red wine in the other hand. She dropped the bottle and glasses on the stool and sat close to Darian. "Do you want to talk about it?"
"No, never mind." Darian took the wine bottle and popped it open. He poured some wine into his glass and some into Thelma's glass.
They downed the content at a go, he poured another and they downed it immediately, they went on and on until they were at the third bottle of wine. They were both slightly inebriated, but could still make out their words and actions.
Thelma rose to her feet and stood in front of Darian, she slowly reached for the belt of her robe, untied it, and let the robe fall on the cold tiled floor.
"Fuck," Darian groaned.
"I know you miss this," she smiled, swaying towards him.
Darian had his eyes on the pink lingerie she wore. They accentuated her curves in the right places, and her body was so beautiful it made his member so hard. As he stared at her perky boobs in that flimsy material, all that was in his head was to rip the lingeries off her body and have his way with her.
She smiled again, gently undoing the buttons of Darian's slacks, she jumped on him, positioning herself on his hard-on with her panties on.
He pinned her down and aggressively ripped out her lingerie. Thelma chuckled, licking her lips lustfully, she tried to kiss him but he stopped her.
He grabbed her back firmly with his large hands and let her straddle him. He watched as she pleased him, moving up and down and stifling her moans from getting too loud, it was funny but he liked it. She seemed shy around him, even after they've been with each other so many times.
He flipped her over, taking over this time. He thrust into her with short and slow pokes. Groaning hard, his moans matched Thelma's moans, her body moved in sync with the rhythm his body produced.
"We shouldn't be doing this, Thelma." He whispered into her ears, feeling that his climax was close but he tried to delay it.
"Yes, I know but it feels too good to stop." Thelma whimpered in pleasure, her legs began to twitch and Darian increased his thrusts, he went in harder and faster until he pulled out of her to spill his fluid on the couch.
Thelma came about the same time, she held him for support when her legs didn't stop twitching. She whimpered softly, letting out her juice. When she had recovered, Darian left her alone.
"Is something wrong?" She asked him.
"I have to go now, Thelma." He wore back his slacks and left the house immediately, not looking back at Thelma or saying a word to her.
She felt disgruntled as she relaxed on the couch.
She thought he'd want to go another round with her. But even if he didn't, that one time was enough for her, she loved every bit of it.