“John, pull over please,” Marlena begged John as she squirmed uncomfortably in the plush leather seat of John’s black Viper.
Looking down at the small clock he saw that it was almost 12:30 am. After a long night spent with good friends at Tuscany, he wanted nothing more than to take his wife home and make love to her. Looking down at her exposed legs he pleaded with her, “Marlena, can you hold it for a little while longer?”
“No,” she said adamantly, looking over at him. She was serious; John was going to stop the car.
“Honey, in another ten minutes we’ll be home. Surely you can wait that long.” Her squirming was picking up. He knew that she probably had to go really bad, but another couple of minutes wasn’t going to make her compromise her dignity. “And then I can do to you what I’ve imagined doing to you for the last hour,” he thought.
“Stop. The. Car,” Marlena demanded as she closed her eyes and cursed her decision to down the last three flutes of Dom Periginon she’d drunk in a matter of minutes on a dare from Maggie. “Damn her,” Marlena said to herself as she tried to calm her bladder through positive thinking. The chemicals from the alcohol coursing through her blood weren’t helping much either. “John, stop the car now.” The ice in her voice cut thorough the humid night air. Reaching over the center console Marlena put her hand on John’s knee and squeezed. Deftly John steered the car into a deserted space in the front of the restaurant. Before he could put the car into park Marlena had the door to the car open and was exiting the vehicle. Glancing around at the seedy neighborhood before him, John quickly closed the car door and set the car alarm.
As John approached the door of the restaurant the smell of flame broiled burgers soothed his senses and made the place a little more tolerable. Entering the double set of glass doors he looked for the telltale signs pointing in the direction of the rest room. A couple of vagrant men were sitting in the corner at a table, coffee cups in hand, eyeing him. Overcome by the smell of cooking meat, John walked closer to the counter and looked at the menu.
“Welcome to Burger King….can I help you?” the young lady behind the counter asked, almost too cheerily considering the time of morning.
“No, I was just looking at the menu …” John started to say when he was interrupted by Marlena pulling on his arm. “I need you,” she pleaded as she led him into the bathroom. Curiously eyeing her he hesitated before following her into the women’s restroom.
“Marlena, you know I don’t like going into women’s restroom’s,” John joked as he watched Marlena impatiently fidget. In one hand she held her purse and the other she held herself.
“Hold this,” she demanded as she thrust her new Louis Vuitton purse into his hands. “This place is nasty and I’m not setting it down on the ground.”
“Why do you need me in here?” he asked as he leaned against the counter before he thought better of it. Looking behind him he was appalled to see the rust covered stained sink and soap and dirt covered counter.
“The door won’t lock,” she informed him as she entered the stall and tried to shut the door. He laughed at her loud sigh of relief once he heard the telltale signs of her going.
“What are you doing?” he asked as he peeked into the stall through the half-opened door, stunned to see the sight before him. He’d seen Marlena use the bathroom at home all the time, and just assumed that it would be the same elsewhere.
“Reading a medical journal…what do you think,” she said as she looked up at him, annoyed at his intrusion. Marlena wasn’t sitting on the toilet seat, but rather hovering over it. Her short shirt and top were balled up in her hand to keep them from touching any surface. The look of utter satisfaction on her face coupled with her bare pussy was strangely arousing to John.
“John,” Marlena warned him upon seeing the telltale look on his face.
He continued to stare not at her face, but rather at her lower regions. The longer he stared the more aroused he became.
“I never thought seeing you do that would be so erotic,” John finally said as he watched her stand up and lower her skirt around her legs. “Where are your underwear?” he finally asked, as he approached her in the small stall.
“Wasn’t wearing any,” she informed him as she adjusted her shirt. After him stealing her underwear so many times she decided on a whim tonight not to wear any. She wanted to be bold and do something unexpected, something un-Marlena like. Shaving her pussy (which was something John begged her to do for years) and not wearing underwear in a public place were her way of quietly rebelling.
“No John,” she said upon seeing the look in his eyes. He wanted one thing from her.
“Please,” he asked as he reached down and touched the hem of her skirt. “Please.” Higher and higher he lifted her skirt. He needed to see her and taste her and was being driven mad by her nearness.
“No.”
“Pretty please…”
“No, look at this place John….It’s dirty.”
“I like it dirty Doc…you know that,” John leered as his fingers reached her core. With one hand he slowly opened her up. “Oh god doc,” he moaned as he felt a release of his own pre-cum. Wanting her was no longer an issue, possessing her was.
“You perv,” she half-heartedly joked as she struggled to control her own breathing. His fingers had long since parted her and now were on a great exploration. Slowly they stroked her up and down, stopping mere milimeters from touching her clitoris and vaginal opening. Slowly she moved her body beneath his ministrations, trying to make him touch her. As much as he wanted her, she wanted him.
“I can’t help it,” he said as he got very close to her. “Marlena,” he breathed in her ear. She was having a hard time concentrating, as the temperature in the small room continued to rise.
“John,” she moaned, the sweetness of her breath an aphrodisiac which only furthered his devotion of her. Slowly she snaked her tongue out of her mouth, absent mindedly licking her lower lip. She needed water and air badly. Their faces mere inches apart, he gazed deep into her hazel eyes and saw all the desire he’d felt for her reflected there. She wanted him as much as he wanted her.
“10 minutes John,” she pleaded half-heartedly not knowing whom she was trying to convince, himself or her.
“Too long,” he whispered as he captured her lips with his roughly. This wasn’t about romance and wine and roses. This was about fulfilling his carnal ever-present need for her. While his one hand slowly stroked her, his other grabbed the back of her blonde hair roughly and held her in place. Tempting him when she didn’t even know it, Marlena’s mouth slowly opened to allow him access. Probing her mouth over and over with his tongue, he tasted the lingering remains of the champagne.
“Ten minutes and we’ll be home,” she whispered desperately between kisses. John’s hardness was pressed into her belly making it hard for her to concentrate. They were well on their way to the path or no return and she needed to stop the train before it left the station.
“Here,” he demanded as he fumbled with the bottom of her shirt. Roughly he pulled her shirt up exposing her bra. Not wanting to waste the time to remove it, John pulled on the under wire cups and lifted the bra over her breasts. The feeling of the material as it harshly moved over her sensitive nipples was more than Marlena could take.
Involuntarily she moaned as John felt the wetness between her legs on the pads of his
fingers.
“Home,” she moaned. “You’ve got to stop doing that,” she whispered as she spread her legs further apart providing him with greater access. “Fuck me now,” she grunted out as John took one of her aching nipples into his mouth while roughly entering her with two fingers. The feeling was exquisite and something she could never adequately describe. Two fingers were never enough; she always wanted more even though she knew that it was physically impossible due to her small size.
“I fucking love how tight you are,’ he whispered into her ear as he entered a third finger into her. Waiting for her to adjust to the intrusion, he felt her vaginal walls constricting and clenching around his fingers. She knew that she wasn’t going to last much longer, but didn’t care. The intense pleasure she felt from John pumping his fingers in and out of her was more than she could handle. She wanted to surrender to him completely and was willing to do anything for him as long as he kept pumping in and out of her. She was his sex puppet and he knew it.
“Oh god,” she moaned as she leaned her head back against the wall of the stall. She was going to cum in the filthy restroom and there wasn’t a damn thing she could do about it. At that point where all logic left her, Marlena reached down between their bodies and squeezed John’s manhood roughly.
“I’m in control,” John authoritatively stated as he unbuttoned the fly on his jeans and reached in, pulling out his fully erect penis. The pre-cum glistening on the head, Marlena wrapped her small hand around it and pushed on it. “Fuck,” he whispered at the pleasure. She always knew the small things that caused him pleasure. Slowly she circled the tip of it with her index finger, careful to apply just enough pressure to drive him mad with desire. With her other hand she cupped his balls in her hand, softly stroking them.
“John, fuck me hard,” Marlena whispered as she grabbed his face and kissed him passionately. Not needing any more encouragement, John grabbed her leg by the right thigh and lifted it as high as he could, providing him with access. Looking down at her glistening bare pussy it was all he could do not to crawl between her legs and feast on her. He wanted her badly.
Once he had her leg and body where he wanted it, he looked deep into her eyes for permission. As Marlena met his eyes with a look of passionate desperation he felt her pulling on his penis and sliding it up and down her opening. Her juices mixed with his precum provided the lubrication needed for what he was about to do.
“Now,” she grunted as she tried to insert it herself.
“You want this Mrs. Black?” John teased her, before suddenly and without warning entering her. Moaning loudly at the intense pleasure of his intrusion, John held her still as he felt the tightness of her walls as her body stretched to accommodate him. Even though they had just made love last night up in the back of the movie theater, every time felt like the first for him. After all these years and hundreds of positions tried, he was never tired of looking at her and making love to her.
Marlena screamed in pleasure and John had to quickly capture her mouth with his to keep the noise down. His tongue mimicking what his dick was doing, Marlena held on for the ride.
There was no softness or gentleness to their movements. Anyone that happened to enter the restroom at that time of night would have caught them in the act, for they were both so far gone, both so connected to one another, that they had effectively shut out everything else. Time and space ceased to exist as John pounded roughly into Marlena over and over. Pulling out of her all the way, he watched the disappointment on her face only for it to be replaced by sheer and utter pleasure as he roughly entered her again.
Both wanted nothing more than to taste the other but time was of the essence, both needed their release with one another so much that neither was willing to add another step of foreplay to get there. Gentle and loving exploration would come later, for now they were all about the fucking.
Pumping in and out of Marlena at a furious pace, John leaned back against the stall wall for support. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could last but was determined that she would cum before him. Deciding that she needed more manual stimulation, he reached between their bodies and slowly stroked her glistening center. Finding her engorged clitoris, he rolled it between his two fingers and watched her eyes as they slammed shut from the pleasure. Her breathing increased and her skin flushed with the endorphins coursing through her veins. Never having felt so alive and wanted, Marlena forced John deeper into her cavity, at the same time pressing her mound harder against his hand. John could have had two or three penises and she would have found a way to accommodate all of them; she wanted him that badly.
Trying to prolong the experience for as long as possible, he slowed his movements and angle, but Marlena would have none of it. She was in agony from the building sexual pressure and needed release and needed it soon. Holding him in place with her body, she slammed herself against him forcing him deeper, while her tongue forced its way into his mouth. Licking her lips seductively, John squeezed her nipples with one hand while he grabbed her ass with the other.
“Deeper,” she moaned. Needing no encouragement, he picked up his pace and ferociously slammed into her over and over
“Joooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhnnnnnnnnnnnnn,” Marlena screamed loudly as she reached her pinnacle and momentarily stopped breathing. John held her as her body shook with pleasure. Seconds behind her, he emptied himself into her chamber, unable to hold on any longer. Slowly he moved in and out of her, not wanting to stop. Beyond spent, he finally pulled out of her as he gazed upon her face. Eyes slightly hooded, Marlena smiled sheepishly at him, stunned as to what they had just done.
Not a word was necessary as they untangled from either other and straightened their clothes and left the restroom.
As they rounded the corner the cheery cashier once again made her presence known. “Welcome to Burger King…How can I help you?”
“I’ll have a small chocolate milkshake,” John requested as he eyed Marlena. She shyly looked away as she realized what plans he had for her and that milkshake when they got home.
“Would you like anything else sir?” she asked as she handed him the shake and took his twenty-dollar bill.
“No thank you,” he said, still staring at Marlena.
“Are you sure? You can have it your way.”
“Oh I think I just did,” John said as he winked at Marlena and took her hand, leading her out into the humid night air, not bothering to get his change.
The Jarlena Journal 