Edward woke up alone. That was normal. Ever since his wife left him he always woke up alone. At least it was Saturday and he didn’t have to go into the office. He was also naked. That was not normal. What happened last night, he wondered not yet fully awake. He sat up suddenly as he remembered. Last night he went to The Harbor, one of the newer clubs in town, with the project team from the office to celebrate the completion of their latest game. He swung his legs out of bed and shook his head. Did last night really happen, he thought.
The hard driving techno beat of the DJ’s mix filled the club. The dance floor was packed and it was not even ten o’clock. Even for a Friday night this place is really jumping, Edward Faulk thought as he surveyed the room from his table. There were people at all of the tables and a crowd at the bar. He had a good vantage point equidistant from both and able to see just about everything.
He sighed and took a sip of his greyhound, wondering why he accepted the invitation tonight. He had been flattered when the other members of the project team invited him to celebrate the completion of the new mobile app. He realized that his companion had said something and turned to his boss, “Excuse me Michael I missed that.”
“I said under budget and ahead of schedule, Edward. I know Dancing Diner is just a silly little time wasting game but the company should make a nice profit from it. But the rumors you’ve heard are true we are going to keep the team together. The announcement will be Monday. We should have a new project in a couple of weeks.”
“That’s great news Michael,” he said. It really was good news. Andrew put together a good team to create Dancing Diner, perhaps the best Edward had ever worked with. The only way things could have been better is if it were his team. He shrugged, knowing that ship had sailed long ago. A missed deadline here, a blown budget there, and a general disinterest with work during his divorce five years ago and Edward Faulk was off the fast track. He knew he was good at his job, always in demand when someone was putting a design team together. He also knew that he would never get another chance to manage a project.
“I know what you want, Edward,” Michael said sympathetically. “You’ve done good work here at Dinax and I’ve always given you good reviews. But honestly I don’t know if you will ever be a project manager here.” He shook his head.
“I know, Michael” he said. “You have a good team here and I’m happy to be part of it.” He looked over his boss’s shoulder at an approaching woman. “And now Denise is back.” He smiled at Michael’s wife. Denise was a tall woman in her late thirties like Michael. Like Michael she was also a little heavy set, something they both attributed to her cooking. The red dress she wore tonight showed her ample figure to her advantage.
“Thank you for keeping an eye on Michael while I was gone. I didn’t want to leave him alone with all these pretty young girls. Now he is going to take me dancing. You should grab someone yourself and have some fun.” Denise pulled Michael to his feet.
“Right Denise, I’m sure all these kids are just waiting for a chance to dance with the oldest man in the room.”
“Don’t hold their age against them,” she called over her shoulder as she led her husband to the dance floor.
Edward shook his head and laughed. At forty-nine he may not have been the oldest man in the room but was pretty sure he was in the top three or four. He was easily fifteen to twenty years older than the other members of the team, but knew they considered him a friend. So even though he did not socialize with them much, he decided to accept tonight’s invitation. If he hadn’t been with them, he never would have come to a club like The Harbor. If he was going to be completely honest with himself, he would have to admit that he probably wouldn’t have gotten in if he hadn’t been with the others.
“Of course the scenery here is a lot nicer than Carl’s,” he said quietly thinking of the sports bar where he usually spent his infrequent nights out. Edward smiled and took another sip of his drink. There was Beth, Dr. Eason, from the office. He could see her on the dance floor with Jason; no one in human resources would approve of how closely they were dancing. He always thought the redhead was attractive, but the short grey dress she wore tonight showed of her curves a lot better than her normal office attire.
There were certainly others as well. He had expected as much when he walked in the door; however, he had been surprised by the number of beautiful women in the club. The tall brunette with the truly impressive chest for example, every man in the club turned to look when she stepped onto the dance floor. Or the two blondes sitting at the next table, coolly surveying the room while they searched for their future dance partners. Edward had smiled at one of them when they happened to make eye contact and received a politely distant smile in return.
He thought about approaching one of the women at the club. It would certainly be different. Edward did not date much these days. On the rare occasions he went out anymore, it seemed like the women he met were more interested in talking about their ex-husbands then they were talking to him. Frankly he didn’t care; he almost never brought up Helen in conversation and could not understand why they thought he would be interested in hearing about Max or Dave or whoever.
Edward shook his head. He just could not see himself chasing after one of these twenty somethings. Besides, he thought, he could do without the ribbing he would take at the office on Monday. He sat back in his chair and took another sip of his drink. Michael and Denise were driving tonight, so he planned to quietly drink and enjoy the view. It was a good evening and Edward began to enjoy himself a little bit. Although he never left the table, his coworkers did come back from the dance floor from time to time to talk or have a drink. It was probably the most social interaction he had had outside of the office in the last six months.
It was about a quarter to twelve and Edward’s drink was empty. Since none of the waitresses seemed to be in a hurry to stop at his table, he decided to walk over to the bar to get a refill. As he crossed the room he noticed a couple women looking him over. I guess all the exercise has paid off, he thought. His doctor had suggested he start about a year after his divorce, to help combat the stress and depression he had been feeling. It did nothing to help with the loss; however physically, he felt better than he had in a long time. He did not have a weightlifter’s physique, but was as fit as most of the younger men in the room.
The bar was still fairly crowded, although a few spots had opened. The closest was near a rowdy group of very well dressed young men, stockbrokers, based on what he could hear of their conversation. As Edward approached, he saw the stunning brunette from the dance floor storm away from them, their mocking laughter trailing in her wake. He continued along the bar looking for if not friendlier than at least more polite company. There was a space between a couple locked in an embrace and a slender brunette in a loose fitting neon pink dress.
“Do you mind?” Edward asked as he slipped into the narrow space.
“Not at all, but you may want to ask them,” she replied with a gesture towards the couple behind him.
Edward ventured a slight grin, “I don’t think they’d notice.”
The young woman smiled. It was the first genuine smile he had seen all night. “You’d better sit down the bartenders are busy tonight.”
Edward took the seat next to her. He had noticed her when she arrived at the club with a couple of her friends. The bright pink dress against her olive complexion drew his eye. They had arrived too late to get a table, so went to the bar. He friends had quickly moved to the dance floor, but she remained sipping her drink and talking to people as they passed.
Before he could speak she introduced herself, “I’m Amanda Fontana.”
“Edward Faulk, it’s nice to meet you Amanda.”
“Edward, not Ed or Eddie?”
“Ed is okay, but please not Eddie.”
“Alright, Edward it is.”
While he was waiting for the bartender, they began to chat. Edward knew that small talk was not his strong suit so he listened attentively and asked the occasional question. She was a senior at Stanford about to finish her degree in English Literature. When she mentioned Shakespeare, he asked what her favorite play was. She immediately launched into a discussion of King Lear, and began to explain how the author used comedic techniques to drive home the powerful tragedy of the story. Ordinarily Edward’s eyes would begin to glaze over at this point, but Amanda was so passionate about the subject that he really wished he has seen the play.
A bartender finally arrived to take his order. She was a petite redhead wearing the same blue green blouse and black slacks as the other bartenders. Edward thought it looked a lot better on her. She asked if Edward wanted to buy the lady a drink.
“Actually Joni,” he said with a glance at her nametag, “I wanted a drink myself, but why not?” Edward knew he was trying too hard, but he suddenly, desperately wanted to keep talking with this fascinating young woman.
Gee thanks,” said Amanda with a wry little smile on her lips, “I’ll have another Diet Coke.”
“And I’ll have a greyhound.”
“I’ll bring them right over,” said Joni.
Edward turned back to Amanda. “A Diet Coke?” he asked.
She shrugged. “I’m driving tonight. What’s a greyhound?”
“Vodka and Grapefruit juice.”
“So it’s like a screwdriver but awful,” she said a sour expression twisting her face. Edward grinned in response.
Joni came back with their drinks and Edward laid a twenty on the bar. She said thanks and was called away by a couple at the other end of the bar. The couple returned to their conversation. He started to ask her more about her work at school, but she interrupted him. “I’ve been sitting here talking about myself nonstop. Tell me about Edward.”
“There’s not much to tell. I’m a software engineer at Dinax systems, mobile apps mostly.”
“And the people you’re here with? The ones who kept coming over to your table, no offense Ed, they seem more like my crowd than yours.”
“That’s certainly true,” Edward chuckled. “They’re my coworkers. We just finished a project. They wanted to celebrate and were nice enough to invite the old guy.”
“Ah, I see. You’re their boss.”
Edward’s smile vanished. “I’m nobody’s boss Amanda, not anymore,” he said looking down at his glass.
“I’m sorry Edward,” said Amanda leaning forward to place her hand on his, “I didn’t mean to strike a nerve.”
“That’s alright, I used to be a manager at another company, but I dropped the ball on a couple of projects. All of a sudden no one wanted me to manage anything.” He shook his head then looked up His green eyes staring into her dark ones. “It really doesn’t matter now. I’m part of a good team at Dianx, and I’m still a damn good programmer. I’ve moved on.” He sat up straight trying to think of a way to bring a lighter tone back to the conversation. “About the only time it bothers me is when I’m trying to impress a pretty girl.”
“So you want to impress me? Let’s try a different subject.” Amanda said shaking her head and smiling. She tapped his ring finger. “You don’t wear a ring here. I figure you’re not using an office party as an opportunity to cheat on your wife.”
Edward looked back at her with a wry smile. Amanda winced when she saw it. “My wife left me after I got the job at Dinax. I can’t really blame her. It was a step backwards, less money, less prestige. And frankly when my career began to unravel, I was a bit of a mess.” He sighed and ran the fingers of his free hand through his hair. “So have I impressed you yet?”
“Yes,” Amanda said frankly. “Not the job stuff, I really don’t care about that. But it sounds like you had a few pretty rough years. A lot of people would become bitter and cynical after that, but I don’t think that happened to you. I mean the way your coworkers kept going back to talk with you tonight; it’s obvious that they like you. And sitting here with me you seem like a pretty nice guy.” Her smile turned wicked, “At least when you’re not chatting up college girls.”
Edward sat back in his chair and laughed; as he did he pulled his hand from underneath hers. “You’re one to talk. It sounds like you spent a lot of time tonight checking out the old man on the other side of the room.” Amanda’s cheeks flushed a bit and she dropped her eyes.
Edward finished his drink and set the glass down on the bar. He leaned forward and hesitantly took her hand. “Like you said, let’s change the subject,” he said, “Where are you from? That should be safe.”
“I’m from South Dakota. You know, a small town girl who wanted to see the big city.” She spent a few minutes telling him about the rural town where she grew up. Talking about home relaxed Amanda, and the two settled into a comfortable conversation. They did not discuss anything particularly important. However, Edward found himself responding to Amanda’s breezy self confidence and enthusiasm in a way that he had not done to anyone in a very long time.
The couple talked for about forty-five minutes before one of Amanda’s friends joined them at the bar. “Excuse me, Amanda?”
“Emily,” Amanda said smiling, “Edward, this is my friend Emily.”
“Hello Emily,” Edward said extending his hand. Like Amanda, Emily had dark black hair. Her skin however was very pale and she had crystal blue eyes.
“Amanda, Kelly and I met up with Ken and his friend Jessie. We’re taking off and going over to Jessie’s apartment. Do you want to come?”
“No thanks Emily, I’m going to stay awhile longer.”
“Are you sure?” Emily asked, looking skeptically at Edward as she spoke.
“Of course, you guys have fun. Tell Ken I said hello.”
As Emily walked away Edward turned to Amanda and said, “I hope that isn’t going to cause you problems.”
Amanda waived a hand in the air and turned back to Edward with a smile. “Oh no, we’re fine.”
Edward waived Joni over and ordered another drink switching to tomato juice. “Are you driving tonight?” Amanda asked squeezing his hand.
“No one of the guys from the office is, but I’ve had enough.
As the couple continued to talk Edward lost track of time. In fact he lost track of everything except for her smile and her dark brown eyes. So he was taken by surprise when Amanda said it was getting late and asked him if he needed a ride home. He looked around the club and saw his coworkers were all still enjoying themselves. “It looks like everyone is still here, but I’d love a ride if you wouldn’t mind?”
“Not at all,” she said. They smiled warmly at each other as they got to their feet.
Edward lived just outside the downtown area, so it was not a long drive to his home. When Amanda pulled into his driveway, he asked if she would like to come in for a glass of wine or a cup of tea. “I’d love some tea.” She replied.
Edward chuckled, “That’s probably best. I can’t remember when I opened the bottle of Zin I have in the fridge.”
Amanda laughed and shook her head in response. “Spoken like a true bachelor.”
They walked into his home, a small bungalow, and into the kitchen. Amanda asked if she could use the restroom. Edward pointed to a hallway exiting the room and said, “Go ahead, I’ll put the kettle on.”
Edward spent a few minutes getting things ready before she returned. When he heard her heels on the kitchen’s tile floor, he turned and said, “It will be ready in a moment.”
“Edward,” Amanda said, “I really don’t want any tea.”
His shoulders slumped a little as he turned to face the young woman. He smiled sadly. “I didn’t think so, but I didn’t want you to leave.”
She crossed the small kitchen and stroked his cheek with the back of her hand. “I’d like to stay a little longer, if that’s alright?”
“Are you sure? I should tell you; it’s been a long time for me.”
“That’s okay,” she said and kissed him softly. Edward put his hands on her waist and pulled her close, feeling the warmth of her body as she pressed her breasts against him. Amanda put her arms around his neck as her lips parted. Her tongue darted forward and touched his lips. Edward responded deepening the kiss. He slid his hands over her ass, squeezing her tightly. He groaned into Amanda’s mouth as she ground herself against his stiffing cock.
The tea kettle whistled behind them. They broke off the kiss chuckling together. “Are you sure you wouldn’t like some tea Amanda?” he asked. Amanda shook her head. Edward moved the kettle off the burner and turned off the stove.
Amanda stepped close to him, and reached up to run her fingers through his hair. “I think I saw a bedroom back there. Come on,” She said quietly. She took his hand and led Edward out of his kitchen.
They walked down the short hallway to his bedroom. When they entered, he put his hands on her waist stopping her. He embraced her from behind pressing himself against her. Edward kissed the base of her neck and slowly worked his way up to her ear, savoring the taste of her skin. Amanda sighed contentedly. He slid his hands, up and over her belly to cup her breasts. They were larger than they appeared in her loose fitting dress. Gently, Edward bit down on her neck dragging his teeth across her soft skin.
“Oh, I like that,” she said in a breathy whisper that was almost a moan. She reached behind her with her right hand and stroked his erection through his slacks. She pulled his head forward, with her left hand and turned her head to kiss him again.
“I think you’d better unzip me,” she said stepping out of his embrace. Edward complied and she let her dress fall to the floor. Amanda walked over to his bed removing her bra as she went. She bent over when she reached the bed and slid her panties over her cheeks letting them fall down along her legs. She climbed onto the bed and knelt facing him, beckoning him to join her.
Edward swallowed hard. He had never seen anything so beautiful. He crossed the room and kissed her cradling her face with one hand as he squeezed her breast with the other. They kissed for a few minutes, their hands exploring each other’s body. He pulled away, “Amanda wait,” he said reluctantly, “I’m old enough to be your father.”
“I don’t care,” she replied firmly, “I want to be with you tonight.” She leaned forward to kiss his neck as she quickly unbuttoned his shirt. Amanda bit his neck hard at the base of his jaw. Edward groaned deep in his throat and let his shirt fall to the floor. He ran his fingers through her long black hair and pulled her up for another kiss.
As they kissed, Amanda opened his belt and unbuttoned his slacks. She reached into his briefs and caressed his cock with her fingertips. Edward bent forward and brought his mouth to her breasts. He kissed one nipple then the other as he massaged them from underneath. Amanda moaned softly then smiled as she heard his breathing become ragged. She pulled his head away from her chest and looked straight into his eyes. Smiling she asked, “Do you still think you’re too old Edward?” He laughed out loud in response and kissed her firmly.
Amanda ran her fingernails down along his sides and held him by his hips. Using him for support she pushed herself back into a crouch, resting on her knees with her legs spread wide. She looked up with a mischievous grin and removed Edward’s briefs. His erection came free and pointed directly at her face. “Perfect,” she breathed.
Amanda leaned forward and took the head of his cock into her mouth. Edward shuddered as she swirled her tongue around the head. She stretched forward and took more of him into her mouth. Edward wasn’t huge, perhaps a little larger than average. She braced her right hand on his waist and her left on the bead as she worked her mouth up and down on his shaft in a steady rhythm. He took hold of her head in both hands. His breathing became quick and even more ragged. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet. After a few minutes he said between clenched teeth, “Amanda, I’m going to cum.”
Edward came before she could pull away. He came in her mouth and all over her face. “I’m sorry,” he said still breathing heavily.
She sat back on her heels a wry expression on her face. “It’s my own fault,” she said, “You told me it had been a while. Excuse me for a moment.” Wiping her face with her hand, Amanda got out of the bed and stepped into the hallway.
Edward sat on the edge of the bed shaking his head. I really messed that up, he thought. He heard the water running in the bathroom down the hall. Amanda did not take long. She walked back into the bedroom, her face freshly scrubbed. She settled into his lap. “Now where were we?” she asked snuggling into his arms.
They kissed passionately, their tongues twining around each other’s. Gently, Edward pushed her backward, supporting her with his left arm as he lay her head down on the pillow. He stretched out next to her, running the fingers of his right hand down the length of her body.
“Are you sure you want to do this,” he asked.
“Edward, I started thinking about this before you even bought me a drink,” she said as she ran her fingers through his hair.
“Well you could have said something earlier. It would have saved me a lot of anxiety.”
“It was more fun this way. Don’t you agree?” she said, pulling his head down for another kiss.
Edward broke off the kiss after a few moments. He kissed her neck and worked his way down to her right breast, biting the top, kissing the side, finally dragging his teeth along the sensitive skin of the underside. While he did this he continued to caress her left breast with his right hand.
Amanda gently ran her fingertips down his back, tracing random patterns on his skin with her nails. He shivered at the sensation and slid his free hand under her head. He stroked the soft skin behind her ear and ran his fingers through her thick black hair. She sighed contentedly, “That feels nice.”
He traced the tip of his index finger around the areola of her breast and repeated the process with his tongue on the other side. As her breath began to quicken, he gently bit down on her nipple. Amanda inhaled sharply. He moved his mouth to her other breast, and took the nipple into his mouth sucking on it as it began to stiffen.
Amanda began to squirm as Edward continued to alternate his attention between her full breasts. He raised his head from her chest. Gripping her hair firmly, he pulled her face to his for a kiss. She responded eagerly, reaching for his groin with her left hand. He began to stiffen as she massaged his balls. “Looks like you’re about ready for another round old man,” she said with a mocking grin.
“Soon,” he said laying her head back on the pillow. He kissed her again. She pulled him close with her free hand. Edward slid his hand from her breast across her belly. He reached between her legs and stroked her cleft with his finger. Amanda stiffened at his touch and moaned deep in her throat, the sound muffled by the ongoing kiss.
As he continued to stroke her, he whispered in her ear, “It sounds like you enjoy that.”
“Oh yes Ed, just like that.” Amanda gave a little gasp as he began to rub his thumb in small circles across her Mons, applying pressure to the clitoris beneath. She opened her legs wider and pressed herself against his hand. Edward bent down to kiss her breast and slowly inserted his index finger into her moist opening. He began a slow steady rhythm with his finger moving it in and out of her pussy with a slow steady rhythm, using the heel of his palm to maintain the pressure on her clit.
Amanda grabbed his hand in both of hers holding it tightly against her pussy. She drew her knees up and began to grind herself against his hand. “Slow down sweetheart,” Edward said chuckling, “there’s no need to rush.”
“Slow down?” she asked, “I want you to fuck me Ed!”
“Oh I will,” he replied winking at her, “Soon.” He used free hand to pull hers away and slid down the length of her body. He nuzzled her breasts, her belly, and her closely trimmed bush. He inhaled deeply savoring the scent of her pussy. It had been a very long time for him and he intended to enjoy every moment. Edward lay down between her legs. He kissed her outer lips, first one side then the other. Then he tasted her, licking the full length of her slit. He pulled back her lips with his left hand to expose her clit and kissed it first flicking it with his tongue and then sucking on it. Amanda moaned.
Edward again inserted his finger, repeating the same slow rhythm as before. Amanda ran her fingers through his hair, gripping his head and holding it firmly in place. He added a second finger and after a minute stopped thrusting. Instead, he curled his fingers, searching for and finding her spot. Amanda’s moans became louder and she gasped for breath between them. She hooked her left leg over his shoulder and began to grind hard against him.
“Oh God Ed, make me cum! Make me cum!” she managed to gasp. Every muscle began to tighten, as Edward continued to work on her with his mouth and fingers. She continued to moan softly but powerfully until she climaxed, and the breath rushed out of her like a sob.
As Amanda’s grip loosened on his head and shoulder, Edward crawled up, bringing himself face to face with her once again. Her eyes were closed as she lay back against the pillow, a smile on her lips. In the illumination from the hallway he could see that she was flushed. He caressed her cheek and whispered, “Are you ready, or do you need a few minutes?”
Amanda said nothing, still catching her breath. She opened her eyes and her wide inviting smile was all the answer he needed. He kissed her, and her arms snaked around his back holding him close. He reached down and guided the head of his cock to her moist opening. He entered her with one long smooth thrust. “God Amanda, that feels so good,” Edward said.
“I could say the same,” she replied, her words came haltingly, broken up by sharp exhalations as He thrust into her. He supported his weight on his elbows as he moved, sliding into her with slow even strokes. Amanda gazed into his blue eyes and began to move with him. They quickly found their rhythm. She pulled his head down until their noses touched. Edward leaned forward and kissed her, his tongue darting in to caress hers. She turned away breaking the kiss, and whispered in his ear, “Harder Ed! Fuck me harder!”
Edward quickened his pace and Amanda moved to match him, pushing herself onto his cock with every thrust. He squeezed her breast with his right hand harder than he had before. She tightened her embrace and wrapped her legs around him locking her feet together at the small of his back. He wrapped his arms around her as well, pulling her to him as he supported their weight on his forearms. He thrust hard driving her into the mattress with every stroke. Amanda responded eagerly, arching her back and grinding into him even has he forced her back down.
They kissed passionately. It didn’t last long. It couldn’t. It had been too long since he had had sex for the sheer animal pleasure of it. When he felt the muscles in his groin begin to tighten, he thought briefly about slowing down to prolong the experience. He didn’t. Instead, he drove himself into her as hard as he could. Amanda’s eyes opened wide and her breath came out in brief high pitched gasps. Edward came first, calling out her name as he arched his back and thrust as deeply into her as he could. Amanda followed closely after, groaning wordlessly as she dug her fingernails into his back.
Edward settled on top of her, Amanda’s legs still holding him firmly in place as he began to soften inside of her. Slowly, reluctantly he pulled away, rolling to the side and placed her head on his shoulder.
“That was,” He said after a few moments. He shook his head at a loss for words.
“I know,” she said snuggling closer into his embrace. “I may never date another twenty year old.”
“Yeah right,” Edward said with a tender smile. “Thank you for tonight Amanda. I didn’t know how badly I needed that.”
“Hey I had as much fun as you did.” Her expression turned serious. “I have to work in the morning. I can’t stay the night Ed, but I would like to stay a while longer.”
He kissed her softly. “You can stay as long as you like.” Edward pulled the covers over them and gazed into her eyes. “I’m not going anywhere.
Edward got out of bed smiling at the memory of the previous night. He pulled on some sweats and went into the kitchen to make some coffee. Well that was a once in a lifetime experience, he thought shaking his head. Lost in his thoughts, he almost finished his first cup before he saw the note on the counter. He picked it up to read it.
“Edward, I’m sorry I had to leave last night, but I really do have to work this morning. Call me OK?
Her signature was followed by a phone number. It looked like things were about to change for Edward Faulk.