Book Smarts

Rory wore his suit today. A meeting with the city planner's office. His hands crushed Alex's ass in her thin black robe as their lips and tongue played that old dance. Being an architect, Rory had told her, meant he had to know a bit of everything. Geography, hydrology, physics, engineering, art...his trailer was stuffed with books, maps, blueprints. Part of the reason they liked to meet up at her place when it came time to make love.

How long, Alex wondered, before we can meet up at our place?

She hadn't pressed him on it. The house wasn't finished yet, but she had seen changes to the design. A bigger bathroom, with the kind of rainfall shower she wanted. An extra office space. Two-car garage. That extra room that could be a guest room or a nursery...

Both of his hands squeezed at the same time, and Alex gave a little moan as her meaty ass was crushed. Her pussy pressed up against the bulge in his pants. Rory had told her, that first night he had gone down on her, that Alex was callipygian. She'd had to look it up on her phone, later...and then had asked him if he liked that.

Alex remembered how his hand had reached hers under the table, and guided it to his thigh. How hard he was. It had brought a smile to her face, to know she could get that kind of reaction out of him.

She still could.

"I had a thought," Rory said, when they finally broke their hello-kiss. "Something we could do this evening. A little different."

"Oh?" Alex raised an eyebrow and gave him a smile. Her hands found their way to his tie, undoing the windsor knot...then the buttons underneath. Rory often had plans...so many plans. Some of them quiet kinky. Others...almost innocent. She liked to think that underneath that exterior, he was still the shy bookworm that still blushed and followed the bouncing badonkadonk on too many music videos back in his ill-spent youth.

"Hmm-hmm," he said as he shrugged out of his jacket and hung it over a chair. The two of them stayed close as they inched towards the bedroom, Rory shedding clothes, Alex not having any clothes left to shed except her thin black robe.

"You know I'm up for anything, lover," Alex said, coquettishly. Her hands undid his belt as he kicked off his dress shoes. Not for the first time, she wondered what his colleagues would do if they knew what he was packing.

Rory smiled as she pulled down his boxers. In length, in girth, he really wasn't more than average...even though Alex loved the big vein that ran down the middle like a Snicker's bar, and the flared crest on his cock-helmet. Yet it was what was underneath that caught her attention. The basket on her bunny, big enough to fill her hand. Absently, and with the practice of long familiarity, she cupped his balls, which he kept shaved because that's what she liked, and ran the tip of her middle finger along the super-soft underside that ran to his taint.

"So tell me," she said as Rory pulled off his shirt. "What do you have planned?"