More of an Appology

Kyle was still standing by his car, the business card clutched tightly in his hand when it happened. He’d just slid into the driver’s seat when a car’s engine revved, followed by the screech of tires. A red sports coupe tore past, the driver swerving sharply as if they hadn’t seen Kyle pulling out. He barely had time to react, slamming his foot on the brake to avoid the impact.

The car zoomed past, its exhaust giving off a deafening roar as it made a left turn out of the parking lot. Kyle’s heart was racing. He'd been close—too close. What the hell was going on today?

Still shaken, he took a few deep breaths, trying to calm his nerves. He glanced at the rearview mirror, catching the last glimpse of the red coupe as it vanished down the road. The driver didn’t even slow down.

Then it hit him—he recognized the car. It was the same one that his recent crush was sitting in. Of course, it was her husband driving. Kyle felt his jaw tighten. Just one more thing that guy had to ruin today... Although, Kyle had to admit that the kiss was so worth it.

Once he finally got his bearings, he pulled out of the lot and headed home, trying to comprehend the duality of everything that had just happened. The near-miss with the car, the unexpected kiss, the woman’s business card still clenched in his hand—it was all a confusing swirl of emotions.

Kyle’s mind bounced between thoughts of Emma—her dark eyes, her soft lips, the way she kissed him without hesitation—and the anger he felt toward her husband. he had to do something about it. He arrived home, parked the car, and sat there for a moment, staring at the dashboard.

"What the hell?" Kyle picked up his phone and dialed Emma’s number, his thumb hesitating over the screen for a moment. He wasn’t sure what exactly he was going to say, but he knew he needed some clarity. The whole situation felt like it had spiraled out of control, and yet, he couldn’t deny that part of him was intrigued—drawn to the strange dynamic between them.

After the third ring, Emma’s voice answered, soft but with an edge of tension, like she’d been waiting for this call.

“Kyle?” she asked, almost as if she was relieved to hear from him.

“Yeah, it’s me,” Kyle replied, leaning back in his seat. His mind raced, trying to organize his thoughts. “Look, I’ve been thinking. A lot. About earlier. About the kiss, and your husband—what was that all about?”

Emma exhaled on the other end, the sound of a deep breath making it clear she was gathering herself. “I owed you an apology, and now some more probably?” she said quietly.

Kyle felt a bit of the tension in his chest loosen as she spoke. "Another one? Like another kiss?" He tried to keep his voice even, but the edge of anticipation was unmistakable.

There was a brief pause. “Yes,” she said, her tone apologetic. “Something like that. Can we meet up? I’ll explain everything.”

Kyle was taken aback by how genuine she sounded. His gut told him something was off, but at the same time, the more he thought about it, the more he honestly would not forgiven himself if he missed an opportunity for another kiss from than woman. “Alright,” he said, his voice sounding ready. “Where?”

“How about the town center? Near the fountain?” she suggested, "I'll be there in 30."

“Alright,” he muttered, finally answering her question. “I’ll be there.”

When he pulled into the parking lot near the fountain, he spotted her almost immediately. She was standing by the water, her coat draped over one arm, her heels clicking softly against the cobblestone as she paced lightly, waiting. She looked even more striking in the fading light, her blond hair catching the last rays of the sun as if she were a scene from a movie.

Kyle’s heart rate picked up a little, and he walked toward her, trying to calm the fluttering in his chest.

When she noticed him approaching, Emma turned toward him, offering a soft smile. There was something different in her demeanor now—she was more serious, her eyes more focused than when they’d last seen each other.

“Thank you for coming,” she said, her voice almost solemn. “I know my husband has put you through a lot today, but I swear to make it even.”

Kyle wasn’t sure whether to be skeptical or excited. “I’m still trying to figure out what’s going on. I appreciate your kiss, it was honestly the best thing that happened to me lately, but I am not sure what is going on.”

“I see,” she said simply. “What is going on is that I owe you an apology. For my husband, for everything that happened today.”

Kyle frowned. “For him nearly running me over?”

She winced, glancing around as if checking to make sure no one was eavesdropping. “Yes. I know he’s… reckless. But I’ve been trying to make amends for things he’s done. And the truth is, I think I owe you more than just a kiss.”

Kyle raised an eyebrow, waiting for her to continue.

“I don’t know if this is something you want, or even something you need,” Emma said, her voice dropping lower as she stepped closer to him. “But I think I owe you something… more.”

Her gaze dropped to his legs, and then back to his face. She took a deep breath.

“I know this may not be enough after everything my husband did today. But I want to offer you a blowjob.”

Kyle blinked. A blowjob? Like when somebody blows somewhere? “A… what?” he asked, a little stunned.

Emma’s lips curled into a smile, though it was tinged with embarrassment. “I know it’s an odd thing to ask. But with everything that’s happened, I think it’s the least I can do. You deserve to be treated better. I think this is my way of making it right, for my husband’s fault.”

Kyle’s mind spun. It wasn’t at all what he had imagined, but Emma was still standing there, waiting for him to respond.

His heart hammered in his chest. “You want to give me a blowjob… here?”

Emma nodded, her eyes locking onto his. “Yes. There is a quite space on the roof, I can explain everything. But I think you’ll feel a little better after I do.”

He hesitated, trying to process what she was saying. It was strange. Unexpected. And god damn hot. This woman had kissed him out of nowhere, then had asked him to meet again to talk, and now she was offering to suck his cock.

“Lead the way,” Kyle said, his voice dead serious.

Emma led him through a side alley, then up a flight of stairs to the top of a nearby building. It was indeed quiet up there, with a surprisingly good view of the town center. She leaned against the brick wall, her coat slipping off one shoulder.

“You’re sure?” he asked, his voice thick with anticipation.

She nodded, looking up at him with those dark eyes that seemed to see right through him. “Of course.”

Kyle stepped closer, his hand shaking slightly as he reached out to touch her cheek. She leaned into it, closing her eyes for a moment before she opened them again, looking into his soul.

Then, she dropped to her knees.

The sound of her zipping down his pants was like music to his ears. He watched in awe as she pulled out his cock, her eyes widening slightly as she took in the size of it.

“You’re so big,” she whispered, a hint of excitement in her voice.

Kyle swallowed hard, trying to stay in control. This was really happening.

Emma took his cock into her mouth, and he couldn’t hold back the groan that escaped his lips. She was skilled, her tongue swirling around the tip before she took him deeper. He felt her hands on his hips, urging him closer as she began to bob her head up and down in a slow, deliberate rhythm.

He had to lean against the wall for support, his legs threatening to give out from under him. It had been so long since anyone had done this to him, and the way Emma was looking up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of apology and desire, was driving him crazy.

He watched her, his eyes locked onto her, feeling himself getting closer and closer to the edge. The tension in his body was building, and he knew he wouldn’t last much longer.

“Fuck,” he gritted out, his hands tangling in her hair. “You’re going to make me cum.”

Her eyes fluttered closed, and she took him deeper, her throat working around him. He could feel her swallowing around his length, and it was all he could do not to lose it right there.

Then, she pushed his cock even deeper, and he couldn’t hold back anymore. He came in her mouth with a shout, his hips jerking as he emptied himself into her.

For a moment, all he could hear was the sound of his own breathing. Then, Emma pulled away, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She looked up at him, a smirk playing on her lips.

“Better?” she asked.

Kyle couldn’t speak, so he just nodded, his chest heaving. She stood up, brushing off her knees.

“Now, I think we are quite even, don’t you think?” she said, her voice still holding that edge of seriousness.

He managed to nod again. “Yeah,” he croaked out. “Thanks... By the way, how often do you apologize like this?”

She stopped cleaning her face with a napkin and looked up at him with a surprised look. “What do you mean?”

“You know, with a blowjob. Is it a regular thing?”

Emma’s cheeks flushed. “No. You’re only person I would ever do that for.”

The way she said it, with such conviction, made his heart skip a beat.

“But why me?” he had to ask.

Her eyes went wide for a moment before she spoke. “Because it's you, how can I not apologize for my husband's behavior in the way that would make you feel better?”

Kyle felt a warmth spread through his chest. “Well, you definitely know how to make an apology stick,” he said with a grin.

Emma smirked. “I’m happy to serve, if it helps you forget about today.”

He watched as she put her coat back on, her hair falling back into place as if nothing had happened. In a couple of second he was standing alone on the roof, chill evening wind now freezing his wet cock, trying to process the last few minutes.

He realized he had to put himself back together, so he tucked his cock back into his pants and zipped up, his mind still reeling from the intense experience.