A Little Bit of Entertainment

Security Officer Martin Matthews glanced up from his report to see a vehicle cruising through the parking lot. It was super early for someone to be on campus. He glanced at the time. 6:08am. It was hard to make out the vehicle details due to the rain coupled with the darkness in the parking lot. The pelting sheets were no match for the current CCTV system. He zoomed the camera in. He didn't like that they had parked right beside Blair's vehicle either. Who was this person? Martin grabbed his coat from the hook by the security office door and made his way down to the movie theater.

Martin exited through the main entrance of the mall and power walked out to the vehicle. Upon his approach he realized it was Shelbi's. What in the world was Shelbi doing on site so early? He sprinted up the sidewalk to the main entrance of the theater.

The lights in the concession stand were on, and he saw Shelbi walking through the lobby. He scanned his ID badge on the badge reader and entered the lobby.

Shelbi stopped to look at him when he entered, smiling when she saw it was him. "Good morning, Officer! To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"Good morning indeed. What are you doing here so early?"

Shelbi rolled her eyes and flipped the light switches on. "Winter Wonderland." She turned back to him. "Every Thursday morning in December, come see the holiday classics at your local theater." She was obviously mimicking the ad for the event. Her smile dropped. "Fuck me."

Gladly. Martin wanted to smack himself. He chuckled instead. "I take it you got the short end of the straw?"

"Unfortunately. Cal did offer to let me have Christmas and New Year's off if I did it though. That is making this less of a blow." She groaned. "And I didn't let you guys know about it. That's my bad."

"No worries. I'll pass the info along. When does it start?"

"8." Shelbi powered up the drink machines. "I have two extra hands coming in at 7:30 just in case it starts to get busy. I actually thought I got the schedule mixed up when I saw Blair's car in the parking lot when I pulled in."

"She left around 1 this morning with Cal."

Shelbi gave a knowing grin. "Nice."

"You didn't hear that from me though,"

Martin made a zipper gesture across his lips.

"I didn't hear anything."

Martin nodded. "I'll leave you to it."

"Thanks for checking on me, Martin. It means alot."

"That's what I'm here for, doll."

Martin walked out of the theater and back across the mall to the security office thankful that all was on the up and up.

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Martin yawned. 9:22am. 1 hour and 38 minutes to go. His relief could not get there soon enough. He stood and noticed Shelbi walking toward the security counter. He popped his head out of the office a bit surprised to see her.

"Hey. This makes the second time for you to surprise me this morning."

"I had to get away for a minute. Today's movie is 'A Charlie Brown Christmas', and there are too many kids in that theater."

Martin grinned. "That sounds like so much fun."

"Not my kind of fun," she replied.

Should Martin pry on what kind of fun she liked? He and Shelbi had a nice banter back and forth. Why not shoot his shot?

"And what is you kind of fun?" Martin held his breath waiting for her answer.

She grinned devilishly. "Don't make me say, Martin. You might not look at me the same way again."

Radio chatter broke up his train of thought.

"Rover 1 to Supervisor."

Martin pressed the mike on his shoulder. "Go ahead, Rover 1."

"Perimeter secure, heading off site for fuel."

"Copy that, Rover 1."

Shelbi leaned on the counter. "How many officers report to you?" The movement pushed her breasts together. He couldn't help but ogle them.

Focus, Martin, focus. "Uh, per shift, 2. Per site, 10."

"Mmm. You ever have to whip them in line?"

"Occasionally. I'm gentle when I do though."

Shelbi's lips curled. "So you see everything that goes on across the campus?"

"Pretty much. There are some dead zones, but I've been pushing to get those covered. In instances when the weather is nasty, visibility is greatly reduced."

"Do you ever watch me?" Shelbi rested her chin on her knuckles.

Martin swallowed hard. Of course he did. More than he wanted to admit. "Uh, yeah. I keep an eye out on all the managers at the theater. You guys are the only ones who come in early and stay late constantly. Gotta make sure everyone is safe."

Shelbi grinned. "I'm so glad to know that you keep an eye on me."

An eye was not the only thing Martin wanted to keep on Shelbi.

"Do you want to get dinner with me sometime?" Martin finally asked.

Shelbi lifted a brow. "Only if we can have dessert after."

Martin's mouth went dry. "Uh, yeah. That's great. We can do that." The security phone started ringing. Martin reached for it, nearly dropping it in the process of answering it. He could tell that Shelbi was amused. "Officer Matthews," he answered.

The call was from maintenance reporting a slight leak in the boiler room. He would need to go investigate and document it. He hung up the phone and forwarded calls to his work cell.

"Duty calls," Shelbi stated as she straightened.

"Yeah, leak in the boiler room. I need to go take photos." Martin pulled the security door shut and placed out the notice to call his work cell for assistance.

"Why don't I cook dinner for you tomorrow night? You're off on Friday nights, right?"

"Yeah normally, and I am this week."

"Think about what you want, and I'll make it for you."

"Okay. I'll text you later."

She nodded and sashayed down the hall. Martin felt like jumping up and kicking his heels together.

***************

Martin fluffed the pillows on the couch. Since when had he started doing that? He had spent the afternoon deep cleaning his apartment to prepare for Shelbi's arrival. He didn't want any reason for her to regret choosing to cook at his place.

He heard a knock on his apartment door. He exhaled deeply, feeling like a nervous teenager on his first date. He was 42 years old! Why in the hell was he freaking out so much?! He was not some 40 year old virgin. He had done this before. He had dated, courted, married, all the things. He made his way to his apartment door and opened it.

Shelbi stood on the other side with a grocery bag and a huge grin on her face.

"Good evening," she greeted him.

Martin reached out and took the bag from her. "Good Evening, Shelbi. Welcome to my humble abode." He stepped back to allow her to enter.

"Why thank you, kind Sir." She walked in and untied her winter coat.

"Ah, let me take that from you."

Martin sat the grocery bag down on the foyer table while Shelbi turned to allow him to remove her coat.

"Thank you. So chivalrous."

His eyes roamed over her body. She was wearing a black dress that looked like it was painted on. It showed every single curve she had. She had on black stockings and black strappy heels.

"Are you a 'take your shoes off at the door' kind of person?" she asked him as she spun around. He noticed her checking out his shoes lined up in the closet. He was in socks himself.

"I am. It's ingrained in me from my grandmother, but you are more than welcome to wear yours."

"Nonsense." She toed her heels off and placed them with his other shoes. "My grandmother was the same way. She always had a pair of houseshoes ready for all the family when I was growing up. I miss that woman."

Martin missed his grandmother, too. She was the first big loss he had experienced when he was a teenager. Since she had helped raise him, he looked at her like a mom as well. It was a double punch when she passed.

"I'm glad that you are not adverse to my normal," he stated as he hung up her coat in his coat closet. "Purse?" he asked. She handed her purse to him as well.

"Look at you thinking of everything."

He chuckled. "Little gestures of hosting, my dear. It's all in the details."

"Like cleaning I believe. It smells amazing in here."

"Thank you." He closed the closet door. "I would offer you a tour, but I have an open concept. Living room here, kitchen behind me separated by the bar, bedroom down the hall, bathroom inside the bedroom. Simple but functional."

"I like it."

"Follow me." Martin led her into the kitchen and sat the grocery bag on the counter by the stove. "Feel free to rummage as you see fit, and let me knew what you need me to do to help."

"You feel comfortable letting me take charge in your kitchen?"

"You can take charge wherever you want to."

A grin slowly spread across her lips. "I'll hold you to that."

"Keep me honest," he replied.

Shelbi made a phenomenal dinner. She could absolutely cook. He had asked for something he was hoping would be simple as not to cause too much work for her. Meatloaf, mashed potatoes, and peas. She had made the meatloaf and

mashed potatoes from scratch, and he now understood the phrase, "melt in your mouth". She had also whipped together a cobbler which was now baking. His apartment smelt like a restaurant. While they were waiting on the cobbler to finish baking, he had started on the dinner dishes so she could relax.

He felt her walk up behind him while he was working on scrubbing the pots.

"I've wanted you for so long, Martin," he heard her say.

Martin felt her hands glide up his back, and he froze. Had he heard her correctly? She spread her fingers over the expanse of his back and glided them up further. It had been about 3 years since he had a woman touch him. He hadn't been with anyone since his ex-wife. Shelbi's hands gliding over his back was making blood rush straight to his cock. As if reading his mind, she reached around him to press one palm against his groin.

"Mmm," she all but purred. "You're hard. That must be super uncomfortable." She squeezed the outline of his growing cock, and he gasped softly. "How long have you been hard tonight?" she asked him while massaging him through his jeans.

"Since you walked in the door," he admitted. He had been semi hard for her since the moment he saw her, but now feeling her press her breasts against his back and feeling her massage his groin, he was no longer semi anything.

"I take it that you want me, too?" she asked.

"Do you really have to ask me that?" he asked while grinding his pelvis against her palm.

She chuckled. "Well, you know what they say about consent, Martin."

"Honey, you can do whatever you want to me."

"Ooh that's a lot of power you're giving me, Martin." Shelbi started unbuckling his belt.

Martin shut the water off and dried his hands on the dish towel. Dishes could absolutely fucking wait. He turned around to let her have easier access to him.

Shelbi pulled his belt from his jeans. It made a whooshing sound as she yanked it from his belt loops. She tossed it aside and tugged on his polo shirt to remove it from the waistband of his jeans.

His breathing quickened and anticipation rolled through him. He was damn glad he took a shower before she came over. She pushed the material of his shirt up, and he grasped the material hastily removing it from his body.

She wasted no time in leaning closer to flick his right nipple with her tongue. He exhaled and braced his palms against the counter. She took his nipple between her lips and sucked softly before nipping it gently with her teeth. She moved to his left nipple, repeating that pattern. She placed soft kisses over his chest allowing her tongue to flick against his skin. She trailed up his chest to his throat and neck, then his jaw and chin

before trailing back down the path that she had just taken. Then lower.

She licked and sucked her way down his stomach, dipped her tongue into his belly button, then unsnapped his jeans. He watched her lower to her knees and unzip his jeans carefully. His cock didn't take much prompting to emerge from its confines.

Shelbi squealed when she saw it. "Ooh! You are so big!"

He grinned at the praise. He was endowed, yes. A good 8 inches with girth to balance out his length. A blessing and a curse for sure.

Martin watched Shelbi take the head of his cock into her mouth and suck softly. She placed her palms against his thighs to provide leverage as she slowly took him into her hot mouth. Martin's eyes drifted closed. Her mouth felt like heaven. She teased his shaft, wrapping her tongue around it and exploring. She took him further into her mouth, bobbing down his length slightly. She tugged at his jeans and boxers maneuvering her palm in to caress and fondle his balls.

The timer sounded through the kitchen causing Martin's eyes to fly open. Shelbi removed her mouth from his cock and her palm from his balls.

"Oop, let me get that." Shelbi raised and made her way over to the stove.

Good thing she did. He didn't know if he could move his legs right now. He watched as Shelbi removed the cobbler from the oven and tested it. "It's done! It needs to sit for a while before we eat it." She turned back to Martin. "And where were we?" she asked as she made her way back to him.

Martin roughly cupped her face and covered her lips with his. She moaned against his mouth and parted her lips for him. He sweeped his tongue across hers, gliding it back and forth. She caught onto his rhythm and swirled her tongue with his allowing it to twirl in an erotic dance.

This felt phenomenal, kissing a beautiful, responsive woman. Martin grasped the hem of her dress and urged it up her body. Shelbi raised her arms to allow him to remove it. She was left standing in front of him wearing the sexiest lingerie set he had ever seen is his life.

Her breasts were lifted in an emerald bra with black lace trim. Her panties matched the bra and were framed by a black garter belt that hooked onto her thigh high stockings. Martin groaned at the sight in front of him, and his cock bobbed between them. Shelbi chuckled, running her palm along his length. Martin hissed out a breath.

"You must like what you see," Shelbi whispered against his lips.

"Whatever gave you that idea?" Martin asked as he ran his palms across her stomach.

"Call it instinct." Shelbi flicked her tongue against his lips.

Martin bent and lifted Shelbi into his arms. She wrapped her legs around his waist and threw her arms around his neck. Martin took her lips again as he walked them toward the bedroom.

When Martin had maneuvered them to the foot of his bed, he laid Shelbi on his white comforter taking time to appreciate how sexy she was, taking time to be thankful that this gorgeous creature was interested in him. She looked like a painting lying on his bed. She was slightly flushed, aroused, and absolutely gorgeous.

He kissed her again before letting his lips trail tiny kisses down her neck, her collarbone, her chest, then inbetween her lifted breasts. He followed a path similar to the one she had taken with him, licking and sucking her skin as he did, but when he reached her panties, he skipped them. Instead he kissed her inner thigh. Shelbi moaned and arched beneath him. Heaven could wait for a few minutes.

He slid his palms around the silk of her stockings gliding them up to the straps of her garter belt. He unhooked each one slowly then using his teeth tugged at the stocking of her left leg before pulling it down the expanse of her thigh. He sucked and kissed at her thigh again while hooking his fingers into the stocking and starting the journey down her leg. He licked and sucked down her knee, her shin, her ankle, her foot, then sucked her big toe once he had removed her stocking. Shelbi was writhing on the bed at that point.

"Mmm, Martin," she moaned.

Martin started the path back up her leg then when he reached her crotch again he let her have a little relief. He ran his tongue over the crotch of the fabric wiggling it against her pussy lips.

"Oh, yes!" Shelbi raised her hips, begging him for more. He denied it, instead kissing and sucking on her right thigh. By the time he had removed her right stocking and taken the oral journey down and back up her leg, Shelbi was whimpering in need. Just where he wanted her.

Martin raised over Shelbi and was surprised to find that her delicate alabaster skin had flushed more. He had caused that. His cock was dripping with precum, and he wanted nothing more than to ram into her pussy, but not yet. He took her lips with his kissing her hungrily. Shelbi clutched at him, moaning and moving beneath him. The crotch of her panties dragged against his pulsating cock, and he sucked in a deep breath. He ended the kiss and grasped her hips to still her movements. She groaned in frustration.

"Not yet, sweetheart. I still have some exploring to do."

She whimpered but quit fighting for stimulation. She instead stretched beneath him. Martin liked that she complied for him.

He bent his head and nuzzled the tops of her breasts, kissing and licking her mounds. He tugged her bra cups down and sucked at her tight nipples. He ran his tongue over them and kissed them. He cupped them in his palms, squeezing and massaging. Her tits were absolutely incredible. She sighed deeply and twisted her fingers into his hair. He reached under her to unsnap her bra then removed it from her. He then continued his decent and kissed his way down her stomach.

Martin flicked the tip of his tongue in her belly button, then lower. Without any warning for her Martin sucked at Shelbi's wet pussy lips through the fabric of her panties. Shelbi arched on the bed, crying out. The crotch of her panties was soaking wet.

Martin unhooked her garter belt from her waist and tossed it aside before hooking his thumbs into her panties and gliding them down her smooth thighs. He pulled them down her muscular legs and over her feet. Once they were off her body he tossed them aside as well, not caring where they landed. He then laid down between her legs and lapped at her weeping pussy.

"Martin!"

Martin grinned. He loved hearing his name on her lips. He loved knowing that he was giving her pleasure. Martin glided his tongue over her soaking pussy lips gathering up the build up of her juices and sucking the fluid into his mouth. She tasted so good. She was so swollen and ready for him. Like a ripe fruit. He sucked at her little clit and ran his tongue over it.

Shelbi cried out. "Yes! Uh!"

Martin slid two of his fingers inside of her soaking core and started finger fucking her. Her pussy was tight but accepted his digits hungrily. He circled his fingers inside of her body and scooped out some of her essence before removing his fingers and offering them to her lips. Shelbi sucked at his fingers moaning around them as she lapped off her cream.

"Show me what you want, baby," Martin encouraged her. Shelbi looked down at him and let his fingers slide from her mouth before running her tongue up and down the expanse of them. Martin slid his tongue over her clit and down to her opening and back up. Shelbi whimpered and started flicking her tongue across his fingers in soft little laps. Martin mimicked the movement across her clit, flicking softly. Shelbi gasped and kept flicking her tongue, but she increased the speed against his fingers and added more pressure. Martin followed suit. She then sucked at his finger tips. Martin sucked her clit into his mouth, and Shelbi fell over the edge. She moaned against his fingers and bucked her hips up against his face. Martin quickly brought his fingers back down and thrust them inside of her to feel her pussy clench. He closed his eyes, savoring the feel of her walls squeezing and massaging his seeking fingers.

Shelbi rode out her orgasm, clutching at his hair and gasping. Martin raised his head to watch her in the throes of ecstasy. Her mouth was slightly open and her eyes were slammed shut.

He let his fingers slide from her body and stood up. Shelbi opened her eyes and watched him shove his jeans and boxers off. He circled her ankles with his palms and pulled her down to the edge of the bed. She was still partially recovering from her orgasm and was focusing on him with slightly unsteady eyes.