Stop: Hannah Time - Sex Stories

Stop: Hannah Time

**If you read "AYCEB", the part of "ST" after I get to the restaurant, and "HT", it helps this all make more sense, but it's not necessary to get the story.** Today was one of the few Saturdays my wife had to work, so I took advantage by doing nothing. Well, not "nothing", per se. I had my cock in my hand, stroking it, thinking about how my wife had enjoyed her gangbang. I wasn't at all in a hurry to cum, so it was just a leisurely stroke, where I would occasionally rub my nipples, thinking about how I had watched my wife get fucked by twelve guys, and The Solution; a little "thank you" for what she did for me. Then, the phone rang. I answered it, without thinking, with no regard for the cock still in my hand. "Hello?" I said, at that moment, thinking how odd it was to talk on the phone, dick in hand. "Hi," a sweet female voice said back. She didn't ask to talk to me, so, obviously, she wasn't a telemarketer. "It's Hannah," she continued. "I need to talk to you about something, in person. Can you come over?" "Sure," I said, flying into a panic. Remembering what happened between us a couple of weeks ago, I could be in for some information that could change my life forever. "Do you still remember how to get to my house?" "Apartment" would have been a better word, but I wasn't going to argue. I also wasn't going to tell her that I have a photographic memory, and that I rarely forget how to get somewhere I've been. "I think I remember. I'll be there in a half hour, maybe forty ...

... minutes." I wasn't doing anything more important, so I just needed to quickly wash up, then get over there. After a seven-minute shower, and another five minutes getting decent clothes on, I was on my way. I drove past the restaurant at which she works, crossed the bridge, and made the appropriate turns to end up at her apartment complex. After finding a parking space, I made my way to her apartment, and knocked on the door. Hannah opened the door wearing a bathrobe; not particularly strange for a Saturday morning, but something of note, nonetheless. She beckoned me in, and, out of respect, I took my shoes off while walking in. Not wanting to get right down to business, I asked, "So, not that I'm unhappy to hear from you, but how did you get my number?" "Your wife gave it to me. I called her at the store, and told her that I needed to get some business advice." She smirked at me, mischievously. "Do you?" I asked. "Well, remember last time I saw you?" "Yeah," I said, trying to keep my voice from shaking. "Well..." she said, stretching out both the word, and my panic, "I'm...expecting...-" I was pretty much sure I was going to faint. I tried to maintain consciousness until I heard the rest of what she was going to say. "...a phone call soon, but this is more important. I wanted to tell you something. I have..." Nearly fainted again. "...the feeling that your wife wouldn't approve of you fucking me, but, last time, I let you get away too quickly." With that, Hannah stepped up ...