There's Something About Bob

Ruths not had much luck with the dating agency for the
past six months. Can Bob change that? (MF)

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Six months shed been using the dating agency. And in
all that time Ruth had yet to meet a guy she cared to
see again. Until tonight.

She stood on the doorstep of her Victorian terrace.
"Thanks for a lovely evening, Bob."

"The pleasure was all mine, Ruth. We really should do
it again."

"How about next weekend?" She blushed. She wasnt
normally this forward. But then she hadnt met anyone
like Bob before.

"I cant think of a better way to spend a Saturday
evening."

The crimson in Ruths cheeks intensified.

"Care for a coffee?" She asked, surprising herself.

"Thanks."

She fumbled in her bag for her keys, then fumbled again
to open the door. Inside, she made straight for the
kitchen, turning on lights as she went.

"Is coffee okay, or would you prefer tea?"

"Coffees fine."

"Decaf?"

"God, no. Decafs a bit like a broken pencil."

"Sorry?"

"Pointless."

Ruth laughed. Shed been doing it all evening. "Youre
so funny."

Usually the guys from the agency were so stiff and
formal. Bob was different, hed been cracking jokes all
evening.

By the time the drinks were ready, hed wandered back
into the hallway.

"Thats my son," Ruth said of the picture Bob was
admiring.

"He has his moms eyes," Bob said, taking the coffee.
"Bright and alive."

Ruth felt her cheeks flush again.

"Do you miss him?"

"Yeah. He was my whole world. But hes a good man, and
Im proud of him."

"Wish I could say the same about my boy."

"You shouldnt blame yourself, Bob."

"Who else should I blame then?" He paused then quickly
said, "Sorry. Im sorry. I just get angry when I think
about the mess hes made of his life."

"Its okay," Ruth said soothingly.

That was only the third time Bob had mentioned his son
all evening, and each time she could sense his pent up
anger. She admired how he managed to control it. That
was something he ex-husband had never been able to do.
Those brief flashes of emotion told her there was more
to him than a constant stream of gags.

"You know, I was just thinking, this is the first time
Ive had a man in my house that wasnt trying to sell
me something for as long as I can remember."

Bob chuckled, "Well if youre interested weve just had
a new line of vacuum cleaners in the shop."

This time they both laughed.

Ruth rested on the edge of the kitchen table, and
slipped off her shoes. She sighed. "Thats better."

"Ill never understand why women wear shoes that cause
them pain."

"I wouldnt expect you to. After all, youre only a
man."

"Only a man?" Bob positioned himself in front of Ruth.

"Only a man. A very charming man"

Bob leaned in close.

"And so very..."

He kissed her before she could finish the sentence. She
kissed him back. Suddenly, she broke off, gasping, her
face flushed.

"I never dreamed Id meet a man like you through the
agency."

"You should see some of the women they paired me up
with. Im the lucky one."

He pulled her to him, kissing her deeply. Then he
dragged himself away.

"I shouldnt be doing this," he said.

"Why?"

"Its not right. We only met a few hours ago, and here
I am, in your kitchen, kissing you."

All sorts of thoughts jostled for space in Ruths head,
but one shouted louder than all the others. I dont
care; kiss me again!

"Dont you think that sometimes, it just feels right?"

"Maybe." He looked at Ruth and smiled. A Hollywood star
smile, that lit up his face.

She kissed him again, slipping her tongue into his
mouth and entwining it with his.

"I want you. I know its crazy but I cant help it. I
want you." She was breathless with desire. "Right
here."

She rapidly undid her blouse buttons, revealing her red
satin bra. Bob stared. With all her buttons open, she
set about his shirt, ripping it open. Two of the
buttons ripped off and fell on the kitchen floor.

"Ruth, we shouldnt..."

"Shut up and kiss me again."

Bob appeared to give in. He brought his hands up to her
breasts, mauling them, and at the same time locked his
lips to hers.

Shed run her hands down his bare chest, past his
stomach, and on to the belt that held up his trousers.
She made short work of it, the button and the zip. His
trousers fell to the floor. Ruth dug her hands into his
boxers, searching for the treasure hidden within.

He had lifted her bra up, exposing her breasts, and he
rolled her nipples between his thumb and forefinger.

She had her hands on his cock. It might have been her
imagination, or having not felt one I a long time, but
his cock felt huge. She stroked it back and forth. At
least I havent forgotten what to do with it, she
thought.

Without warning, Bob abandoned her breasts and moved
his hands down to her bum. He lifted her up, sitting
her on the table. He tugged at her panties, but she was
sitting on them. Finally, desperately, he tore them in
two.

She gasped at his forcefulness. "Put it in."

She let go of his cock and he guided into her waiting
pussy. In it slid, all the way in one smooth stroke.

He didnt wait. There was no finesse. They were like
two animals, each fucking the other like they may never
get another chance. It lasted barely two minutes.

When it was over, Bob moved to stand next to Ruth. "My
god that was good."

Ruth started laughing.

"What? What?"

"I was thinking about what I said earlier, about
salesmen."

"Oh?"

"Well I gotta say, that was one sales technique that
I've never seen before."

END

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