I Let Myself Be Seduced

So the past week and this week have been somewhat sparse because on top of a decent level of work at my "day" job, I have a gig doing some technical stuff for a theater in the area. Sorry about that.

Two things to report, regarding my busy week. First, one of my coworkers at my temporary gig is what the vulgar argot has termed a "spinner." She is adorable as fuck and I wish I had a cock on which she could spin, but I don't, plus she seems to be cheerfully heterosexual, which wouldn't necessarily stop me but she's also young enough to be my daughter. I'm getting a little long in the tooth to score coeds. 

Secondly, and more interestingly, at my "day" job (I say that because it's still gig work and mostly doesn't take place during the day) I had to deal with a very high-maintenance singer, a guy probably ten years older than me. Let's call him Martin. Martin is something of a regular at work, although we hadn't seen him since COVID hit. He does a concert, where I imagine most of the people in attendance are his friends, every year or so, and he is high maintenance in the extreme. Needs to practice everything 400 times, must have the technical stuff just so.

The good part was that I only had to be there for his rehearsal, because the performance I was unavailable due to my side gig, but my boss really doesn't like Martin and I get the feeling the feeling is mutual, so I still had to babysit for the rehearsals. We're kind of understaffed anyway; it's basically just me.

So I'm a good actor. I can make people, even high-maintenance people, think that I have no problem waiting on them hand and foot. And I was turning on every ounce of charm with Martin because I've found that he's easier to deal with when you pretend that you give a shit. I know, shocking, right? My boss takes the exact opposite tack, but then he's not really good at hiding his feelings about Martin.

I'm fetching things and moving things and generally being a good little servant, and Martin asked me something, I can't remember what, which was out of the question. Not "Can I fire a loaded pistol into your ceiling?" but something just as out of the question. And I laughed because I knew I was going to have to say no and said, lightly, "Only if you buy a girl a drink first."

To which he replied, "Okay, how about after this?"

I thought he was joking, so I laughed again and said, "Oh Martin, that's sweet, but I'm afraid..."

"I know, I know. I shouldn't have asked." Huh? I began to wonder whether Martin had been replaced by a pod person when I wasn't looking. "But I'd still buy you the drink." I mean, sure. We'd been getting on pretty well. Maybe he was just being nice? Nope, he was being totally serious. "Just to say thank you. I know I'm a lot sometimes."

"Well..."

"It's just that you've always been so nice to me and I wanted to pay you back."

I stammered something which he took as acceptance of his offer. I could have said no. I'm not going out to bars much these days (for "much" read "at all") but it hit me that he was hitting on me, and things started to make a bit more sense. Plus, not going to lie, I haven't been hit on by a guy in a while and I've been feeling... in need of flattery, I guess? The rational part of me knows that it's because of the situation, not because I'm old and undesirable, but the rational part of me is not the majority shareholder in my decision-making sometimes. I was flattered. Martin isn't bad looking, and I like older guys.

We finished up his rehearsal and I wondered whether he was going to back out, but he waited by the door of the booth while I closed things up and then said, "Should we just take my car?"

And what can I say? I let myself be seduced. I haven't had a cock in a while. So he escorted me to his car and then said, "Do you mind coming back to my place? I've got drinks there."

At this point I knew the score, so I was perfectly willing to make things easy. "Honey, you don't have to give me a drink if what you want is for me to come back to your place," I said, and I leaned over and let him kiss me. I know, the plague, the plague! Part of me was screaming at me to put a mask on and get out of the car, but she was easy to ignore. What can I say? I don't use protection anywhere near as often as I should.

His place was a condo. I got to see a little of it as he led me through to the bedroom. "Are you okay with this?" he asked me.

"More than okay," I said, which wasn't a lie. I let him take control, which was nice because subby Lexi hasn't gotten much play recently. He kicked his shoes off but his focus was getting me out of my clothes. I felt momentarily awkward about my somewhat utilitarian choice of undergarments, but they were off fairly quickly, and then he was standing there fully-clothed looking down at me lying on my back on the bed totally naked except for socks, which never did come off.

He surprised me by diving into cunnilingus with gusto. He wasn't bad at it, just kind of one-note. But if you hit the joy buzzer often enough with Lexi, she cums, which I did. Then he stripped off his clothes in a rush and moved up to kneel by my head.

His cock was delightful. A shower rather than a grower, but it was a decent length and when it got hard in my mouth its girth was more than sufficient, thank you. I let him fuck my face a little because subby Lexi was having a moment. He held my hair, which sometimes drives me nuts but in this instance made perfect sense, and once he realized that I could deepthroat him he enjoyed the hell out of that. I thought he was going to cum in my mouth when he pulled back, but he said, "God, I want to be inside you so bad. Do I need a condom?"

"Just get in me," I practically moaned. Do as I say, kids, not as I do.

He got me into a fairly athletic position for me, legs up over his shoulders, and started ruthlessly fucking me. I came again pretty quickly, and I expected that he'd do the same, but he just kept pounding away like it was no big deal. His hands roved from my hips to my breasts, but he was a jackhammer. I haven't been fucked so well in a while, and I just lay back and let it happen.

After a while, he told me to take him from behind, and subby Lexi was in full swing because I almost called him Daddy. I'm not sure what he would have done, but I stopped myself from saying it and let it be implied with the eagerness with which I assumed the position. He was inside me again in a rush and kept jackhammering away, his hands on my waist, his cock hitting all the right places. I came again. He didn't.

Finally he pulled out of me and I thought, okay, he wants to cum in my mouth or something, but instead he moved up beside me and then helped me straddle him. Being on top isn't entirely what subby Lexi wants, but I had gotten mine with little enough effort that I wasn't going to complain. So I held his cock and he eased my hips down until I was full of him again, my lips resting on the base of his cock. And then I rocked. I didn't jackhammer, I just wriggled. He got into that, and pretty soon he was thrusting up to meet me, his head never leaving its depth inside me, my clit rubbing against his pubic hair.

I came again, and that seemed to finally get through to him, because he pulled me down to kiss me and wrap his arms around me. "Where do you want it?" he asked.

"Just keep going, I'm safe." No need to go into the details. He smiled at me like he'd been hoping for that answer, and then, well, he came. I say it like that because after all the fucking I'd gotten, he could have cum like a fire hose and I'm not sure I would have known, but it was sort of anticlimactic. He held me, pressed up into me, and twitched a few times. That was it.

Not that I'm complaining. He had heroic stamina. We lay there, my breasts pressed into his chest, for a few moments, basking in the afterglow, then he asked if I wanted that drink now. I told him that I had to drive so it was probably better if I didn't. He wanted me to spend the night, but I convinced him that it was better if I didn't do that either. So he drove me back to my car and we parted ways.

I have no idea what I'm going to do if and when he comes back to work. I don't think I'd get in trouble, exactly; I'm a consenting adult and we didn't do it on company time or anything. But if he makes life interesting, I'm going to kick myself for having allowed myself to get into the situation

There's also a part of me which really wishes I'd been able to work his performance because I could have ridden that ride again. That part of me wanted to spend the night. She's stupid, what can I say? But damn, I haven't been fucked that well in a long time. Martin was a machine. I never would have suspected. I wonder how often he can get it up.

Anyway, I haven't gotten COVID and I guess I'll deal with whatever fallout happens when it happens, because I think it was worth it. At least, it was worth it at the time. I suppose future Lexi, who is the one who'll have to deal with past Lexi's dalliances, will be annoyed.