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The constant drone of Monday traffic was interrupted briefly by the siren of a passing ambulance. This was enough to shake Mark from his usual hibernation as he endured the traffic. He looked around as though he had been asleep for centuries. His mind slowly came up to speed, absorbing all the information coming in through his senses he had previously been ignoring. It was bright out today, another hot one in a long line of hot ones he heard the dim voice on the radio say. He saw his exit and moved swiftly across a lane earning him a few honks from similarly drowsy drivers.

As he parked the car in the unassigned lot Mark looked up at the office building. He wondered about how glad he had been to go back to the office post pandemic. It didn’t last long, the veneer of office perks wore thin within a week as his boss regularly dropped in to work over Mark’s shoulder and coworkers assaulted him with anecdotes full of characters he had no interest in. He had also neglected to remember the arduous commute in the cockpit of his base model commuter. He remembered back to the freedom he felt as a newly licensed man in his Jeep with the top and doors off; where had that feeling gone? Where had that man gone?

It had been nice to get out of the house at first; tensions had risen during quarantine between Mark and his wife Diane but that was to be expected with no outlet for the sides of their personalities that didn’t mesh. They had been married 8 years. The first few had been good, much the same as the dating years before. Then the things they enjoyed doing together seemed to happen less and less, and when they did discover the time one of them seemed to wind up bored, or irritated. Mark knew they had been growing aside. He knew this because he knew how much he had changed in just the past few years alone. They both loved their children and Mark thought how long that singular tie could contain the steady strain of their divergent selves.

It was break time. Mark spun from behind his desk with the intent of getting up, getting some water, using the bathroom, and trying to avoid anyone too chatty. Something held him firm to the chair though. It was a weight, one that seemed to contain every obligation Mark had been obliged to shoulder for the past 36 years. He was left sitting in his chair gazing out over the bustling brotherhood that kept this particular cog of the economy turning. He thought what any of it meant, if any of it meant anything, why he was here, what he should really be doing. He tried to think back to the last time he’d felt truly happy. He struggled to recall a memory of such an event.
The remainder of the day saw Mark staring through his screen, periodically checking to see if that pesky leftmost number had made it’s way to five yet.

When the moment had finally arrived Mark went through the usual order of operations; glasses, wallet, keys, suit jacket. He walked out into the warm humid air and paused at his car door. His hands in his pocket on his keys as he stood motionless. “Forget something?” a voice inquired from somewhere that was not the driver’s side window. Mark shook his head without shifting his gaze. Footsteps slowly paced away. Mark could not take his eyes from the cinema screen in his head playing the same short sad film on repeat. He saw his drive home, the moments spent in the car before his wife or kids noticed him in the driveway, cooking supper, eating supper, the same questions they asked every day with answers that didn’t matter and nobody cared about.

His hands grasped his keys and they turned the door lock as a new image burned in Mark’s mind. An image of bright white light, of pure possibility. Mark reached for his phone as he let the car warm up. He texted Diane to say he was working late and maybe her and the kids should get take-out. She replied and chastised him for suggesting eating out again after last week. Mark sighed. Money was tight, for everyone really, but he just didn’t have any energy to fight and he could tell that was where this was headed. He left the text unreplied to and felt a little of the weight slide off his shoulders as the brown four door sedan rolled an unusual left turn out of the parking area.

Mark meandered an uncaring route downtown with his eyes open wide to the sights. It was an average mid-size American city downtown but to Mark’s freshly reinvigorated sense of adventure it was a carnival of opportunity. The car found a space in a parking garage on the third floor. Mark leaned against the low concrete wall and looked out at the busy streets. So many people doing so many things. His eyes jumped from person to person as he imagined their beliefs, ambitions, emotions. It was a good twenty minutes before his stomach growled and reminded him he too had desires.

Dinner was to be found in a Turkish restaurant and was a pure delight. Mark had chosen items he never would have before and savored each new flavor experience as though he was on death row and this was his final meal. After dinner he sat for a while and enjoyed the atmosphere while he finished his beer. He tipped generously and thanked the waiter for a delicious meal before departing north towards the nightlife side of town.

Down a small set of concrete steps Mark found himself a quiet little pub. He pulled up a stool at the bar and watched in ecstasy as the bartender turned around. Time slowed for Mark as he took in the beauty before him. Long light red curls bounced and swayed. Green eyes flicked up to meet his. Thin red lips curved up in a small smile before opening. “What can I get you?” Mark heard through the fog. Time caught up before Mark did as he stammered “Uhhhh, I’ll getttt, hmmm. I’m thinkingggg…. a martinez?” He answered with all the certainty of a fifth grader having been caught daydreaming.

She whirled away to the other side of the bar. Mark thought how his mind had pulled that one out. He used to drink those when he first developed an interest in cocktails in school, he loved a manhattan but had struggled getting good rye. Switching rye for gin changed the drink in a way he very much enjoyed. He was still smiling at the distant past as she slid him a coaster and set his drink on it. His eyes cut in close on her hand, long thin fingers with manicured nails. Freckles trickling off her hand and up her arm like the beads of sweat rolling down the cold glass. “You want a tab?” she asked. A nod was all he managed.

Mark enjoyed his drink quietly as people filtered in. The pub was not too busy but he rarely caught glimpses of her on this side of the bar. He debated moving but was enjoying the solitude. He was about to figure out he made the right decision. She appeared around his side of the bar and moved down to him, his eyes admittedly stealing a glance at her cleavage on display and in motion. “Everything good back here?” she asked. Mark was a bit more prepared this time. “The drink is great, but it’s greatly improved by your company.” She snorted and chuckled a bit. “How long have you been working on that one?” She asked with a grin. “Oh the past ten minutes or so” Mark replied, grinning as well.

She pulled a glass from under the bar and took a long drink of water before asking “What brings you in here? You’re not a regular, and you don’t quite fit the type we normally get in here.” Mark paused and wondered quietly for a moment. “You ever wake up and wonder how you got here?” he replied. “Sounds like you’re working on one of those big questions, have to be careful with those, a man can get lost in them.” she answered. She looked down and noticed his ring. “You married?” she asked. “Mhmm. Eight years.” Mark answered. “That’s a long time, I can’t even remember who I was 8 years ago.” she replied before disappearing around the bar leaving Mark to quietly curse the ring on his finger.

For the next hour their conversation went as such, in fits and spurts as she checked on the busier side of the bar. It had been a fair while since Mark had seen her when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned to discover her warm smile and freckled face behind him. He almost fell off his stool in surprise. “I’m off for the night, feel like grabbing a drink and catching me up on your quest for meaning?” she asked, holding out her hand. “I’m afraid I haven’t gotten very far, but I would love the company.” He replied, taking her hand and walking with her though the heavy wood and stained glass door.

She said she would take him to her favorite spot which turned out to be a private little bar on the rooftop of some hotel he’d never heard of. He let her order for him and was delighted to see her return with two last words. “So, the meaning of life is it?” she asked, flipping open an imaginary notepad and doing her best Freudian pose. Mark laughed and as he laughed he wondered about how long it had been since someone had made him actually laugh and mean it. “I suppose that’s it, just one question, how hard could that be to answer?” he replied, smirking. She smiled back at him. “Why don’t we break that down to an even easier question; is there meaning to life?” she asked, taking a sip from her glass.

Mark wondered long and hard before answering. She seemed to enjoy watching him think, and was comfortable with his silence. “There was. I remember feeling it. It’s a feeling I haven’t felt in a long time. I think it’s one of those things that can gradually slip away until all of the sudden you realize it’s gone completely.” he answered, eyes fixed on her to see how she reacted. She sat and pondered a moment. “So you’ve answered two questions. Life can have meaning, and that meaning is your responsibility.” she said, poking him in the chest to emphasize his responsibility. Mark sat and wondered, thinking how nicely her answer fit his questions. “Surely it can’t be that easy…” he muttered. “Easy?” she said, “Who said anything about easy. You think finding meaning is easy?”

She moved to sit next to him in their booth. He noticed how much she smelled like tropical fruit. She moved close, her arm against his. “So I guess the question is, how do I find meaning in my life?” he asked to the empty booth across the table. She leaned in close to his ear and whispered “Do you want to know how I find it?” She waited for him to nod. He nodded. “By doing. You open up and experience life and you keep the things you connect with.” she finished with a little kiss on his earlobe. Mark’s mind whirred and clicked as he felt the truth in what she said spread through him like a wave of raw energy. He turned to discover her lips still there, pursed. He leaned without hesitation and kissed her hard. A kiss that seemed like it would last forever. Finally she pulled him out of the booth and said “I think we should get out of here.”

As soon as the elevator doors closed his hands were on her. Exploring her soft curvy body, hands slipping under her shirt to her impressive chest. Her hands squeezing his package, feeling him grow beneath her grasp. A sudden ding brought them to a halt, straightening up just in time before the doors parted. He led her out the doors, across the lobby, and out to the street. He pulled her along as his heart beat like it hadn’t in years. His whole body felt alive, all his senses sharp. He turned and caught her, pulling her tight to him, kissing her like he had been searching for her for decades. “Where to now?” he asked, panting. “My place?” she asked, a grin on her lips again.

Her door sprang open showering the dim interior with the hallways bright warm glow. “Watch for the cat.” she whispered. He swung the door shut just in time as the cat made a poorly calculated lunge for freedom only to discover a cold hard door. She chuckled and stripped off her top and skirt before turning on dim lights leading down the hallway. Mark watched and fumbled with his belt as she sauntered down the hallway. Her pale skin contrasted with her black lace thong and bra. A brief wondered of his wife surfaced in Mark’s mind only to be swiftly bottled up by the momentum of his libido. He stripped naked and walked confidently down the hallway and through the bedroom door.

She was standing in front of her queen size bed, bare breasts hanging heavily, panties discarded. She looked him up and down and licked her lips. Mark was in good shape for his age. He had been fat as a younger kid and after losing the weight had at all times made fitness a priority. He had the extra weight that a desk job and married with kids tends to get you, but a muscular frame beneath that. It wasn’t until he was standing in front of her that she realized how tall he was. He looked down at her, and her up to him. Before she could do anything Mark’s hands were on her.

He spun her around and bent her over pushing her face down on the bed’s silk sheets. She felt his warm shaft press between her cheeks and was about to say something when she felt his hands on her ass and his tongue lick between her pink puffy lips. Mark breathed deeply, inhaling the smell of her juices as he tasted them. His eyes stared at her tight pink asshole and watched it pucker as he sucked her clit. Soft moans came to his ears and his hands spread her cheeks wide, digging his nails in and leaving bright red marks on her creamy skin.

It was her turn to grab control now. She grabbed his hair and pulled his face into her slit before pulling him away and standing up. Her hands grabbed him and pushed him down on the bed, his cock standing proudly upright. She pounced before he could react and sat her juicy wet pussy on his open mouth. She felt his tongue inside her as she leaned down and swallowed his thick veiny uncut cock. She tasted him in her mouth and moaned around his member. Mark likewise groaned into her pussy as juices covered his clean shaven face. All he could smell and taste was her juices but he wanted more. As her head bobbed on his cock, curls bouncing happily, he pushed her forward and leaned up to lick her ass. She moaned hard as she felt his tongue swirling around her asshole. Mark licked as his hands grabbed and spread her cheeks listening for the moans he already knew she made.

Mark was about to begin teasing her asshole with his finger when she took control again. She slid her thighs away from his face and down his chest. No teasing about it, she stood on her knees, grabbed his cock, pressed it to her dripping lips and sat down on him. They both moaned as his thick throbbing cock filled her pretty pink pussy. She wasted no time and started bouncing her perfect round ass on his cock. His hands grabbing and squeezing as he watched her stroke every inch of him while gripping so tight. His thumb playfully rubbing her asshole while she got closer and closer to cumming.

As luck would have it she came just as Mark felt he could hold out no longer. He barely managed to hold back while her thighs quivered and her breath came in short gasps. He allowed himself to regain composure before sliding his thumb in her tight little ass. She gasped and chuckled as she felt him inside her. His thumb slowly slid in and out, teasing her. Her hips began to move with the motion of his thumb, his cock still hard as rock inside her. Mark sat up and grabbed her neck, pulling her back down to lay on top of him. His hands grabbed her big soft tits and squeezed as he whispered in her ear “I want my cock in your tight little ass”

She moved her body up his, slipping his cock from her red wet slit. She reached down and grabbed him, pressing his head against her asshole. Mark pushed into her as she pushed down onto him. His cock pressing deeper and deeper in her ass. She moaned and whispered “fuuuuck, you’re so big, I love how well your cock fills up my ass.” Mark’s only reply was to push her up and let her sit on him again. She skilfully swung her legs around while keeping him inside her. She sat facing him, their eyes locked as she started stroking his cock.

Mark knew he wouldn’t last long, especially with her perfect curves and big bouncing tits filling his vision. She could see him struggling. She leaned in and whispered “Hold on as long as you can, but I’m going to make you fill my ass with your cum” Mark nodded and bit his lip. She rode him like making him cum would end world hunger. Her ass smacking his thighs, his hands on her big tits, pinching and pulling her nipples. She felt him losing control and doubled her efforts. The bed moved across the room as her powerful thighs worked over him. “I’m going to cum deep in your fucking ass” Mark groaned, his breath short now. She felt him cum, filling her as she kept stroking, milking every drop from him with her ass.

She waited for Mark to open his eyes before she moved. She slid his limp drained cock out of her ass and leaned down to lick his cock clean. Her tongue tasting her ass and his cum, a smile on her lips. When she had licked every drop from him she spun around and clamped her knees on his shoulders. “Your turn.” she said with a wink as she sat her gaping ass down on his face. Mark struggled at first but slowly she felt his tongue inside her stretched asshole. She watched his cock twitch and she grinned. “Find any meaning in there?” she asked. A muffled response and a nod was his reply.

NSFW: yes

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