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Best Laid Plans (Ch. 11)

Chapter 11

Photo by Pablo Heimplatz on Unsplash

David and Sarah knew instantly that Richie and Barbara had a history together. Richie was a bit embarrassed since he was wearing work clothes and Barbara looked like she stepped out of a fashion magazine. But that did not stop Barbara from embracing Richie and throwing her arms around his neck.

“It’s so good to see you Richie.”

“I can’t believe it’s you. How did you find me?”

“I didn’t. I’m here to help promote the benefit concert.”


Barbara smirked at him. “Yes, me.”

“I thought you were living back home, working with your husband.”

Barbara took his arm in hers. “Can we go somewhere and talk?” Barbara asked.

David moved closer. “Why don’t the two of you go on. We can handle things here Richard. Miss Barbara, you’ll be in touch, right?”

Barbara assured them she would be back. “Come on, Richie. Let’s go for a ride.”

In Barbara’s car, Richie became self-conscious again. He was still in his work clothes and Barbara was still dressed to kill. He thought this mismatch would draw attention and attention was what he was avoiding. Plus he didn’t want to put Barbara at risk either. Would she get in trouble?

“It’s great seeing you Barbara. I really mean it. But I don’t know if you want to be seen with me. I’m a fugitive of sorts.”

“No you’re not. As far as I know, you’ve never been charged with anything.”

“I just want to keep a low profile.”

Barbara considered that a moment. “Let’s go to my hotel. No one will see us there.”

Richie thought about that. “Okay. But drop me off before we get there. I’ll walk up separately.”

Barbara fished her room key from her purse, handed it to Richie and told him the room number. “When did you become a spy?”

When Richie entered the room, Barbara was already on the phone ordering a bottle of wine. She took off her jacket and had a seat motioning to Richie to have a seat as well.

“The police aren’t after you, Richie. From what I hear, they would still like to ask you some questions but that’s it.”

“How do I know they won’t arrest me if I show up?”

“I don’t know. I guess we don’t know that.”

“Where did you hear this?”

“The police questioned Linda and I.”

“Why? Neither of you were there.”

“Background I guess. I know you and Jimmy had a bad history recently but everyone expected to see you at the funeral.”

“I was at the cemetery. Just not that close.”

“I guess you didn’t see us. Linda and I were there together.”

“You were?”

“Of course.”

Room service knocked on the door and Richie hid in the bathroom. When Richie was in the bathroom, he looked around and saw a bottle of perfume. He breathed the scent in. He had almost forgotten how beautiful the scent of a woman could intoxicate a man. When he heard room service leave he returned to Barbara. She poured wine for both of them.

“I thought you were living back home with your husband. Weren’t you working with him at his business?”

“We’re divorced Richie. We’ve been divorced for a while. It’s true I was working at his business but that was supposed to be temporary. But it went on and on. To me, it wasn’t that interesting. But he kept insisting he needed me there. I caught him once bragging to the guys at work about how hot I was in bed. I realized that wasn’t the first time. The weird thing is that he wasn’t much of a lover at all. I started taking graduate courses at night. I got my masters in marketing and that’s what I wanted to do. He gave me a hard time. I left him finally and moved to Boston. I got a job at an artist management firm.”

“I used to live in Boston.”

“I know.”

“Why didn’t you try to contact me?”

“You were with Linda. I guess it bothered me. I didn’t want to see the two of you together.”

Richie took a big gulp of wine. “Barbara, I’m sorry I didn’t keep in touch.”

“I wondered about that. One day, we’re seeing movies in Manilus, going back to my place, you know ... then you just stopped calling.”

“I got sidetracked Barbara. I’m sorry.”

“Sidetracked by Linda, I presume.”


“You’re a lot weaker than I thought.”

“I guess I should leave,” and Richie stood up and started walking to the door. Barbara reached out and held his arm.

“I don’t want you to go Richie. When you stopped calling, it hurt. It hurt real bad. I cried sometimes thinking about you but I never stopped thinking about you.” Richie looked down at Barbara. When did she become so compelling, he asked himself. He couldn’t pull himself away. She was breathtaking. He couldn’t resist her. He bent his head down and kissed her. It was an innocent kiss, at first. Then their mouths opened slightly and their kiss was a soft exploration. He paused to look at her again. She did not let go and they kissed again letting their long suppressed passion for each other consume them. Barbara let go of his arm and stood up to put her hands behind his head and pull him towards her. She wanted to make it clear she wanted him badly.

Richie then realized he probably did not smell as good as he wanted, after working in the homeless shelter all morning.

“Do you mind if I take a shower?” He asked. Barbara smiled at him.

“Go ahead.”

Richie went to the bathroom. Barbara watched him as walked away from her and admired his strong back and tight butt. Richie stripped out of clothes. Barbara could hear the shower running. Richie went into the shower and forgotten what it was like to be in a good shower. He was in better shape than when he left Boston and New York. His body was more toned and muscular from the physical labor performed at the shelter. He was lathering his body when he felt Barbara’s hands on him. She reached for the soap and used the soapy water to stroke his cock. His column of flesh was at full attention as she stroked him up and down. Their mouths met under the running water. Streams of water ran down their naked bodies. Richie grabbed Barbara’s behind, feeling the smooth, slick skin and pulled Barbara to him, their mouths open as he felt her tongue go deep into his mouth. Barbara then turned Richie around so that his hands were against a wall. With soap in hand, her hands spread his legs apart and soaped up his firm, muscular ass. Her fingers rubbed his puckered hole and reached underneath to cup his balls and stroke his hard cock some more. Water washed away the soap and Barbara knelt behind Richie and poked her tongue into his crevice. Richie cried out as Barbara spread his ass cheeks and licked his asshole. Barbara moaned as she heard Richie’s reaction to her licking. His cries of pleasure encouraged her to keeping going. She stiffened her tongue and tried to fuck his ass with it.

Richie didn’t want to cum yet. He turned around to see Barbara still on her knees. He lifted his long, thick cock and rubbed it against Barbara’s face. She moved forward and licked the heavy sack. He reached down to cup her breast. Then he reached down with both hands and pulled her up away from his cock and balls. He turned off the water and grabbed a towel to envelop them both, all the while kissing her everywhere he could. He lifted her onto the counter. He spread her legs apart, got down on his knees and pushed his face into her damp pussy. He licked her pussy madly. Barbara leaned back, not believing how well he used his tongue. Her moans filled the room as he found her clit. His mouth formed a circle around and he sucked it gently out of her intimate folds and flicked his tongue against it. Barbara’s eyes rolled back as he took her to another place where there was no time and no other sensation than the pleasure he was providing.

He stood up and wedged his body between her legs. He ran the big head of his cock up and down her slit. Barbara reached between them and positioned his cock to her wet entrance. He moved his hips into her and her pussy opened up for him and gripped it as he pushed his cock into her as far as it could go. Feeling his hot cock fill her completely made her crazy. She wrapped her hands behind his neck and shoved her tongue down his throat. Richie picked her up. Barbara wrapped her legs around him. He walked to the bed with Barbara still filled with his cock. He placed her on the bed and they made mad, crazy love all night.     

Photo by Henri Meilhac on Unsplash

Chapter 12 will be published Thursday, January 31, 2019.

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