Friday Night - for Mike

[sheisnotasaint]

After their relatively chaste date and then that incredible kiss in their break room at work, Claire was ready to do just about anything to put their sexual tension to rest, even if it meant drastic measures.

In terms of drastic measures, she had planned something that was both easy and complicated for Friday night. She'd told him eight o'clock and gotten home a little after seven herself. She'd ordered Chinese and then jumped in the shower, her hair pinned up so that it would stay dry.

When she got out, she'd dressed in a pair of lacy black panties and a bra to match, then put on a grey and pink silk kimono over it. When the food was delivered, she ignored the delivery man's dropped jaw, signed for the food, and then placed a 'come in' sticky note on the door.

While she waited for him, she set about transferring the food from the paper cartons to actual dishes and then placing the dishes on her dining room table, the entire time keeping an ear out for the door and an eye on the clock.





He felt like a dumb kid loping up to her door. His palms were sweating so his pants were a little rumpled by the time he got to her door from all the wiping.

The note he found didn't help.

Two little words written on a sticky note said so much. Come in. Given the nature of the evening it made him chuckle with it's double entendre. "Don't mind if I do." Mike muttered to himself as he took the note off the door and let himself into her apartment.

"Hello?"




"In the kitchen," she called back. Then she realized that it sounded a little too domestic for her tastes, so she lifted the glasses of wine she'd poured and made her big entrance.

The candles on the kitchen table were her backlight as she turned the corner and gave him a smile. "I'm really glad you didn't chicken out, Sinclair. Otherwise, I'd be forced to spend the night drinking by myself."

She crossed the room barefoot and placed the second wineglass in his hand with a smile that bordered on flirty.





The dimly lit room, her entrance in that robe, it all made him stop dead in his tracks.

"Wow." He breathed to himself not taking his eyes off her. "Damn Maguire. I... I don't even know what to say."





Honestly? If she thought too much about how she was way under dressed for dinner, she might have lost confidence. Instead, she thought about that kiss again and she got warm low in her stomach. Another smile crossed her lips and she took another drink before she set her glass down on top of her television.

"Tell me I look nice." Then she stepped into his personal space and brushed her lips against his jaw before doing the same to his mouth in what was barely a kiss.




Was she serious? "Nice ain't the word. Hell, Beautiful don't even come close." With a sigh, he gently laid her hands on her sides, sliding them down to her hips. The fabric felt so good on his skin but her skin would have felt even better so he reached for the belt to her robe.

"Woman, you are breathtaking." He whispered.




This time, there was no rookie cop to interrupt them and if Claire wanted it to stop, she was going to have to do it herself. Instead of saying or doing anything to stop the robe from opening, she kept her eyes on his until the tie was undone and the kimono was hanging loose.

In her bra and panty set, she swallowed and then quipped about how he was wearing too many clothes. It came out husky and a little lusty, and to cover it, she reached for his belt. Her fingertips skimmed the front of his slacks and she bit her lip. "You seem glad to be here."




Mike sucked air sharply between his teeth then chuckled. His fingers slid over her stomach before resting on her bare hips again. "You have no idea."

He wasn't expecting things to progress so quickly but he wasn't about to stop her. What man in his right mind would? None, that who.

Wasting no time, Mike pressed his lips to hers.




Dinner was pretty much going to be cold by the time this was over and truth be told? Claire didn't care.

His kiss coincided with her getting his slacks undone and his zipper down. Her hand slid inside and she grasped him carefully, then stroked him through his underwear. Breaking the kiss, she inhaled deeply and then nodded toward a door behind him. "There. The bedroom's there."





Mike's hips slightly started thrusting against her hand. Devil woman needed less than a minute for him to be so hard he a small drop of his excitement was seeping through his boxers.

He glanced at the door then without warning grabbed Claire, hauled her against him with hands on her ass so he could lift her up. She was a little heavier than she looked or maybe he wasn't as young as he used to be so he tried to hurry to the bedroom. Not an easy feat when his pants started slipping lower on his hips until it was a heap around his ankles.

So now shuffling to the bedroom, trying not to trip or lose his grip on Claire, he had no choice but start to laugh. "I'm about ready to fuck you here in the hallway."





His attempt at romance or being manly or whatever it was made smile and the second he laughed, she gave in, too. "Maybe you should have let me walk."

With that out of the way, she wiggled out of his arms and, with both feet back on the ground, she planted another kiss back on him. "Get rid of the pants in the hallway and then you can fuck me in the bed," she told him matter of fact. "I'm too old to do it in the hall and between you and me?" She gave him a quick look up and down. "So are you."

Another hard kiss and really? She probably would have let him take her right there in the hall, but her back would have objected after. Pulling him by the hand, she hoped that he was kicking his pants off as he walked because she really wanted to put her hands back on his cock and, as soon as they were standing by her bed? She did just that. Her hands stroked him through his boxers again and then she slipped a hand inside and did it properly. He was so hard, she felt herself get wet just from touching him. "I want you. Right now."





"I'm not old." Mike grumbled even as he let her tug him down the hall.

He tried to kick them off but his shoes were still on and he was having trouble.

"I can't seem to-o uh..." Mike's voice trailed as her hand slid back in his pants and gripped him. He couldn't reply right away but that didn't stop his hands from sliding up her arms to her shoulders. His fingers simply gripped her at first, holding himself steady while she stroked him.

After a moment, his hands slid inside the robe and pushed it off her shoulders exposing the creamy flesh underneath. "I've wanted you since I first met you."





Claire was perfectly content to let her robe fall on the floor and, though it left her in her bra and panties - a set she'd chosen just for him - she didn't feel self conscious at all anymore. She probably should have considering that, while she could still wear a bikini without causing herself embarrassment, she was certainly not twenty-one anymore. His admission, however, went a long way in easing her apprehension.

"You sure had a funny way of showing it," she told him, a smirk forming on her lips. Her hands left the bottom half of his body and went to work on his shirt so she could take that off and soon it went the way of her robe. That left his slacks and shoes and she smiled as she looked down at his feet. She spoke on a laugh, her voice full of fondness and affection. "Get rid of 'em, Sinclair."

She punctuated it with a kiss, her hands at his waist. "I can't wait too much longer."





He didn't care if she wasn't as young as the woman he usually ran around with. To him she was stunning which was apparent by the almost comically large tent in his boxers. In fact, the whole situation was pretty funny. She was like a goddess in silky knickers and he was a middle aged goob with a boner and his pants around his ankles. He started to feel a little anxiety about it when he made the mature decision to stress later and ravage her now.

Well, "now" meaning right after he got himself out of these pants.

Mike chuckled breathlessly as he watched her unbutton his shirt. "Just because I wanted ya, didn't mean you weren't a pain in my ass." He replied with a note of humor as he started trying to kick off his shoes. "I'm goin' as fast as I can, woman."

When the shoes were gone and the pants were kicked off, Mike grabbed her by the back of her neck and pulled her down into a heated kiss. He knew she was chomping at the bit but she was going to have to wait a little longer because there was no way in hell he was going to be rushed. There was no telling if they would ever go this far again. It wasn't just unprofessional and frowned upon but it grounds for discipline. Not to mention they wouldn't get to be partners anymore.

Slowly, he turned them and guided her to the bed. He was gentle when he pushed her down on to it, taking a moment to just look at this woman sitting in front of him. She was a walking contradiction; a beautiful enigma. He could spend the rest of his life trying to discern every glance or thought process and still never fully understand her. The good thing about being a man his age was that he was totally okay with that. In fact, he kind of loved it. The more complex the better.

"Soon." He replied softly as he trailed his fingertips over her torso, careful not to slip under what little clothes she still had on. That still left a lot of flesh. His lips itched to go where his fingers led, so he crawled on the bed to the side of her and made her lay down. He started on her collarbone. The barest breath of kisses whispering against her skin. He wouldn't stop until every part of her was kissed.





Patience had never been Claire's strong suit, but the moment he pushed her down to the bed, she realized the importance of taking their time. The look in his eyes said it all. The gentle way his fingertips ran over the skin just above her breasts left her breathless and then?

Then he was climbing into her bed next to her and, as she laid down, she felt her breathing stutter. The light breaths that accompanied his kisses made her body soften in almost every place except one: her nipples tightened to an almost painful point and Claire had to swallow back a low moan when his lips traveled to the place just above the pretty bow on her bra.

Forcing herself to relax, she took a deep breath and the fact that it wasn't at all shaky was something she was proud of. Lifting a hand, she placed it on the back of his head, then curved her fingers so she could run them through his hair. If she were honest with herself, she would have had to admit that she had had thoughts of doing that before, pushing his hair back, as she'd passed his desk. Just to see if it was thick or soft-

Another brush of his lips and her breathing took a dip, this time not as steady as before. A slight gasp and his name was breathed out on a whisper. Her hips lifted automatically and she pushed back on any embarrassment she felt. Instead, she closed her eyes and just concentrated on how he was making her feel.





Her writhing under him got him going but his stomach actually contracted almost painfully when her fingers slid through his hair. His abs may not be as firm as it once was. Nose and ear hair now had to be maintained. And he sure as hell couldn't eat anything he wanted anymore without repercussion but the man still had a thick mane. He'd even been told the bit of gray he sported was distinguished.

Lucky for him, since his hair was a big trigger spot.

While her fingers ran along his scalp, his tucked under the waist band of her seductive little silky panties and slowly inched them down as he kissed his way down her stomach.





Distinguished wouldn't have been the word Claire would have used. Not first. Well, maybe in polite company. But his was more than distinguished, it was downright inviting.

The further south his lips traveled, the more blank Claire's mind went. She was actually grateful that, between the two of them, no sexy banter was required. She simply didn't have it in her, not at this point. The anticipation that was building in her, even as she lifted her hips and shimmied out of her panties before nudging them over the side with pedicured toes, was nerve-wracking. It had been way too long since any man had paid any attention to her like this and Mike?

Mike had the softest hands of anyone she knew. Ever. And when his lips brushed across where the elastic of her panties had been? Claire took another breath, the sharp inhale audible in the room, her arousal obvious even to her.





She was positively edible. He loved the way her stomach jerked under his tongue. Her skin smelled sweet in the subtlest most feminine way possible. He could almost taste it on his tongue. And the closer he got to the core of her the richer and spicer that feminine scent seemed to get.

His tongue stayed soft first on her inner thighs, then between them. Like everything else on this woman, first impressions were deceiving. She came of strong and heady. He was sure she would have the essence to match but instead he found that she had a delicate flavor he couldn't seem to get enough of. He sipped. He tasted. He explored with his fingers. It got to the point where he forgot he was trying to excite her and just reveled in every reaction he could draw from her.





And every reaction was being drawn from her. One hand was still in his hair, and she was trying to be as gentle as possible, but the other was tangled in her down comforter. The grip she had on that was nearly deadly and she panting with the exertion of trying to be as quiet as possible. She was failing in that endeavor, but the effort was noble.

Little breathless whimpers finally escaped, once she'd worked past her inhibitions, as she felt herself move closer to the edge of her orgasm, Claire began whispering his name to warn him. Her thighs spread even more, hips pressing back against his mouth, and she arched her back as she came. She wasn't particularly loud, but the cries were unique and just for him.





Mike hooked his arms under her legs and gripped her thighs as she bucked. He didn't want her to thrash free and miss even a second of her release. Instead he rode it out, not stopping until she quieted down. He only slowed his pace to let her calm a bit.

There was a certain satisfaction a man got when a woman's skin took on that rosy glow. Claire had a natural redhead's complexion so she wore her completion like a beacon across the surface on her skin.

Mike grinned from ear to ear as he crawled back up her body and pushed damp hair from her forehead. There was nothing he could verbalize that his expression didn't already say. She was lovely and at that moment, there was nowhere he would have rather been.