I’m biting back moans of pleasure as he rubs my clit with one hand and cups a breast with the other, tweaking my nipple with his thumb.
When the sensations mount higher, I get excited and start grinding against him.
“Shh, shh, shh. So eager now. But hold still for me, and it’ll get even better.”
I don’t know or care why he believes it will be better if I stay still, but he wants me to, so I do.
“Now then. That’s right. Just like that. I got you.”
He keeps pleasuring me until I can’t hold back my moans. For some reason, letting out the sounds fires me up even more, and soon the pleasure coalesces into an intense wave of release.
I make choked babbly sounds as my body shakes and spasms through wave after wave of sensation.
“Now you’re coming good. This is what you needed. Isn’t it?” He’s still rubbing me off, extending the orgasm. “There you go. Take what you need.”
I’m gasping as much as he was earlier when the pleasure finally sinks into warm satiation.
Both of us are smiling when I finally climb off him. His cock isn’t softened all the way yet, so nothing has leaked as he ties off the condom.
“Thank you,” I tell him, throwing away the condom and stretching out beside him.
My bed is very small, but we can both fit if we’re pressed up right next to each other. “You’re welcome,” he murmurs. He sounds pleased and tired, like he might be close to falling asleep. “Thank you. That was something special tonight.”
I feel like preening that all my efforts were so appreciated. “I thought so too.”
“Shit,” he says with a sigh. “Now I gotta find the energy to get my ass up outta your bed.”
“You don’t have to hurry.”
“If I doze off now, I’ll be asleep until morning, so I better not.” He’s half smiling as he sits up and drops his legs over the side of the bed. “I sure appreciate you giving me every weekend. I’d understand if you need to alternate some.”
I shrug. “We get to choose our customers. That’s one of the rules of the Pub. Some guys might complain they can’t get me on a weekend night, but they’ve got other girls who’ll fuck them instead. If you keep coming, I’ll keep picking you.”
He’s not meeting my eyes, but he looks sheepishly pleased as he pulls on his underwear.
He’s come to the Pub every Saturday and Sunday evening for five weeks, and I’ve brought him upstairs to fuck every time.
It’s chilly in the room because it’s been raining all day, but I don’t go for my clothes yet because he likes to see me naked. Iwatch as he pulls on his jeans, T-shirt, and the flannel shirt he wears over it. After he’s put on his shoes and socks, he reaches into the pack he always carries and withdraws a small bag with five apples in it.
I gasp and reach for it eagerly before I realize they might not all be for me. “Sorry,” I tell him, handing the bag back. “I’m sure I just get one.”
“You do not just get one,” he says with a frown. “They’re all for you.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. Why wouldn’t they be?”
“Because fruit is like gold. Maybe you should save them for yourself.”
“I don’t wanna save them for myself. I wanna give them to you.”
I feel like I should object some more since the gift is far more generous than a tip should be, but I really want those apples. There’s enough I could have one every day until next weekend. “Thank you,” I murmur, blushing as I stare down at the pretty red apples. “Where do you even find them?”
“I got my sources.”
I slant a look up at him and see he’s actually teasing me. I giggle. “What sources?”
“That’s a secret.”
