Darryl and Abbie get a quick fuck

Darryl was speechless. Ten minutes earlier, he was drying his hands in the bathroom, and expected that he'd soon be back in his car and heading off to his hotel or an awkward quasi-reunion with his octogenarian parents, his overbearing sister and her husband, possibly his siblings ... or an even more awkward phone call with his ex-wife.

Truth was, he felt some pressure to make an appearance at his sister's gathering. Diane (and her husband Randall) were the parents of the groom, after all. He just didn't want to go. In fact, he had almost hoped to get the even-more-awkward phone call from his ex-wife because it would take him away from the gathering (which he dreaded), but not make his sister upset.

Instead, he was in some kind of idyllic utopia in which gorgeous complete strangers give him surprise sexual gratification for no real reason other than because they just happened to bring up the subject.

"This is ... unreal," he muttered, mostly to himself.

Abbie slipped her lips off his cock for a moment and looked up at him. "I assure you, I'm very real."

"You're going to think I'm insane, but ... oh my god, even I think I'm totally insane. But so is this hallway. This is the sanatorium. The sanatarium?"

"What's the question, Darryl?" Abbie's voice was soothing and simple, and as she waited for the answer, she casually ran the tip of her tongue along the length of Darryl's dick.

"I ... well, I was supposed to be ... and then I came out of the ... and my family is ... oh Christ, I don't even know ..."

Abbie paused. "Do you have to be somewhere? We can move faster."

"Faster," Darryl agreed. "Yes. I mean, not rushed. I don't want to rush. Fuck, I don't want to leave. But ... yes."

"Tell me what you want," said Abbie. "Ask me anything."

"Anything? Really?"

"Really."

"Wow, that's ... quite a menu of options."

Abbie grinned cheerfully. "They're all available."

"All? Fuck. I mean, wow. Like ... okay, let's keep things relatively reasonable, Darryl. Right? Right." He mumbled as he talked to himself. "What the heck, you know? Better to ask permission than to never have loved at all? I don't know the expression. But right, I can't just leave, you know? I'll be ... I mean, I'll be thinking about this for the rest of my natural life, I'm fairly certain. But you're right, you're right, you're right, you're right -- I am supposed to be somewhere else right now, and I'm here. I'm here? I'm here. I --"

He looked down the hallway past Abbie. She followed his eyeline, looking as well, but saw nothing.

"Honestly," Darryl continued. "I'm not that creative. So I think I'm sticking to the basics."

"The basics?"

"Yes. ABCs, you know. The fundamentals. I mean, if you had two minutes left on this earth, and if you had a fucking knockout redhead in front of you, would you ... what would you do?"

Abbie smiled. "What would I do? If I had me in front of me?"

Darryl laughed. "Yeah. What would you do?"

Abbie thought about it for a minute, and sucked on Darryl's cock a little more while she thought. Then she popped it back out of her mouth and looked up. "I'd fuck me."

Darryl was stunned. The fact that he was still stunnable after all that had transpired stunned him further.

"You'd fuck you. You'd ... fuck you." He couldn't believe what she'd said. "So ... does that ... I guess that means that you're saying ... I should fuck you?"

Abbie shrugged, the expression on her face one of cute acceptance. "I guess so!" She hopped up and turned around. She flipped up the back of her skirt, bent forward, and put her hands against the wall. "You've only got a minute or two. Better act fast."

"Oh shit, you're like ... serious. You -- okay!" Each moment seemed to befuddle Darryl more than the previous. "So I should just ... yeah, I guess so. I'm, um ..." He jerked his dick a bit, maintaining his erection as he stood behind Abbie.

"Can you find your way back there?" Abbie asked, teasing him.

Darryl nodded. "Yup. Yes, yes, I can. So -- I'm going to fuck you now. I'm just ... going to ... right." He pulled Abbie's panties aside, and touched the tip of his dick to her labia.

"Mm, do it, Darryl." Abbie let her head flop down as she eagerly awaited.

"Just ... stick it in?"

"Mm-hm," she replied. "That's how to do it, I'm pretty sure."

"Yup, I'm pretty sure myself." Darryl pushed the tip against her. "Just stick it in." And with that, he leaned forward, sliding his cock straight into Abbie's wet and waiting pussy.

"Oh, fuck, that feels amazing," Abbie moaned as Darryl swiftly thrust in and out of her.

Darryl was beside himself. In the moment, he couldn't recall whether he'd simply not had sex in approximately forever, or if it had just never felt this good. Fucking Abbie was a dream come true, and for a man who could seemingly monologue about anything at any time, he was speechless.

"Harder, Darryl," said Abbie, reaching to squeeze one of her breasts as she held herself against the wall with the other hand. "Fuck me harder."

Darryl gripped her hips and as best he could, slammed his body into hers. Her pussy was soft and inviting, tight without creating too much friction, and warm. He closed his eyes and felt like there was no gravity, that his weightless body just floated.

"I can feel you deep inside me, your fucking hard cock deep, deep ... keep fucking, Darryl, don't stop."

Darryl swallowed. He knew he had to stop. He knew he had to leave. He knew that he was about three seconds from exploding, and what he didn't know was what Abbie wanted him to do about it.