The boss had us breaking our backs on a special project for some client in New York; he promised us a three day weekend if we finished by Thursday afternoon.  I hadn’t heard from Mallory since I told her I loved her.  I do that-scare women away.  Bill, the guy who shares my office, went off in search of food so we’d skip lunch. He comes back with two full plates of food; “Yeah that Mallory chick is leaving; you should see the engagement ring; must have cost ten grand easy.”  Great some other guy swoops in and gets a proposal.

It took us forever, but by 6:00pm we had our section finished and approved.  As I’m was walking out, I see Mallory; she stops me and tries to explain; “I got the divorce and everything, but my husband came back and begged forgiveness-with his parents.  They convinced me he’s serious Mikey and I still love him like crazy.  I wanted to explain . . .”

I gave her my best fake smile; “No problem Mal, you just did.  Hope you’re very happy.  I have to go; I’m late for an important meeting.”  That was a lie and Mallory knew it was, but I wanted out before I could say something stupid.  

As I’m walking out, I get bowled over by Bella.  She’s in my work group, but she never talks.  She always looks like she’s ready to cry in a second.  Bella is blubbering away while on top of me and I can’t understand a word she’s saying.  Bella is not my type; she’s about 5’8”, full figured, 36j-24-36, red hair, and blue eyes.  She’s Italian, but where’d the red hair come from?  I finally understand what she’s saying; “Thanks for being so understanding Michael; Papa’s been sick from cancer and he died.  I need to get to the hospital, but I can’t drive. Can you help a girl out?”   I’m starting to get hard from her soft breasts pushing into my chest so I nod kind of lamely.  Bella rolls off me and I get up to help her stand.

As I walk her to her car, I pat her hand to get her to calm down;  “Sure Bella; we’ll take your car and I can take the bus back.  You just relax now; I’ll get you there.”  We get to the hospital to find her mom balling her eyes out; gee neither of them can drive, so I end up driving them to Bella’s house before making sure they are okay.  Yeah, I have to take a cab back to the office to get my car so I can finally head back home.  I’m starving here!

I’m not there for five seconds when the phone rings;  It’s Mallory wanting to explain more; “Mikey, you’re a great guy and I do love you, but I just love my husband more.”  She breaks into tears and I don’t care.  She gets her breath back and gets out, “If you’re ever free and I’m free, promise me you’ll find me.”

I was going to blow her off, but the doorbell rang; “I promise Mal, I mean it, I hope you have a wonderful life.  Take care I have to go.”  I open the door and Bella’s there with enough spaghetti for thirty people.  “Bella, you didn’t need to do this.  I just gave you a ride.”

Bella pushes past me and smiles warmly.  She’s wearing a tight white satin blouse with a black leather skirt.  Yeah that hair, that smile, her gorgeous cleavage, I was having second thoughts about my choice of women.  “Nonsense Michael; this is the least I can do.  Now be a dear and get the rest of the food in the car and hurry so you eat it while it’s warm.”  Took me two trips, but after I set the table, we hade a nice dinner.  Bella washed her dishes and we sat on the couch to chat.  Turns out we like the same music, same art, same movies, you know, we’re compatible.  Bella must get tired easily, because she falls asleep on me and I have to catch her as she lays her head in my lap. She’s not faking either; she’s snoring away and no woman will do that on a guy she hardly knows.  Holy shit does she look good and I’m not even thinking of trying anything, but I get hard immediately.  I try moving Bella’s head, but in her sleep, she moves her hand to my thigh and she grabs a hold.  I’m in trouble now because my cock is starting to twitch.  Luckily the doorbell rings, I slither away, so I can get Bella situated on the couch.  I look down and you can see my hard on, but I mean who’s coming?

Turns out it’s Bella’s mom!  She takes one look at my crotch, why I don’t know, one look at Bella on the couch, starts swearing at me in Italian, and tries to knee me in the groin.  I turn at the last minute, but her knee smashes into my thigh and I go down with a bellow.  This wakes up Bella who starts screaming in Italian, her mom screams back, and I’m on the floor with my thigh hurting like crazy.  Finally Bella yells, “Mama, all I did was fall asleep on the couch with my head in his lap; Michael is a gentleman; he never touched me.  Now he will probably sue us both.”  Bella starts to cry, her mom yells some more, and I’m laying on the ground moaning from the pain.

I’m on the floor crying; not kidding real tears, and I get out, “No, it’s okay.  I just need an ice pack.  I’ll be fine.”

A good looking guy comes rushing in.  “Gee ma, you knee every guy in the balls who looks at Bella she’ll never get married.  Let me help you up pal; I’m Tony, Bella’s big brother.”  He gets me on the couch, there’s a ton of Italian words flying around, Tony apologizes to me, mama apologizes, Bella apologizes, and finally Bella pushes her brother and mom out the door speaking enough Italian for ten people but I have no idea what’s going on.

Bella gives me her good smile and I’m kind of dazzled.  “Okay Michael; I’m not leaving until I see what damage mama did.  Pull down your pants.”

I panic and look to see if it’s some kind of trap.  I expect her mom to come rushing back in and I’ll be a dead man.  “No way Bella; your mom or your brother will kill me.  I’m fine.  I’ll put an ice pack on it.”

Bella comes over and stands in front of me on the couch.  In her high heels, she’s almost six feet tall.  “I promised mama you wouldn’t touch me; now either you pull down your pants, or I do it for you.  What’ll it be tough guy?”  I kind of have to struggle, but I get my pants down and there’s a nasty purple bruise on my thigh.  I have my hands over my groin  because I’m starting to get hard again.  Bella walks into the kitchen and brings my ice pack back with a towel wrapped around it and puts it on my thigh.  As she’s standing there, I look up and she’s unbuttoning her blouse; I’m a dead man; she’s wearing a sexy blue satin bra under her dress shirt and her nipples are straining through the fabric.  Bella finishes pulling off her shirt before she drops her skirt.  Shit!  Matching baby blue satin panties.  She’s got on shiny light blue thigh highs and my dick is straining to get out of my boxers.  “Michael, are you feeling as horny as I am right now?”  Bella’s laugh is kind of echoing through my house.

I’m panicked but that bruise won’t let me move.  “Your mom will kill me Bella, please I’m begging you.”

Bella looks around before she smiles at me again;  “All I see are my big beautiful tits,” (she grabs both of them and gives them both a squeeze before rubbing her nipples so they get harder.) “your big hard cock, and my dripping pussy.”  She pulls the panties aside and starts sliding two fingers in and out until they are glistening.  “Don’t tell me you don’t want me; you got hard when I was laying on top of you.”  Then she winks at me; she laid on top of me on purpose to see if I’d get a hard-on.

“You know I want you Bella, just look at my cock!”  I moved both hand so Bella looked, smiled, licked her lips, and nodded her head.  “You promised your mom I wouldn’t touch you; how will that work?”

Bella’s smile was wicked as she grabbed a pillow and knelt in front of me.  “Keep your hands off me and we’ll both be truthful when we talk to momma.”  Bella was fondling her breasts, cupping them, and jiggling them right in front of me.  “My breasts look like they are getting plumper and plumper.  I bet they look like they’d be so much fun to play with them, but no touching, promise?”  All the while she’s fondling them herself, rubbing her nipples, and shaking her tits at me.

I nodded like a moron before sticking both hands between the couch cushions and holding onto those pads for dear life.  Bella tugged down my shorts before she continued.  “I’ll just tease you for a little bit; I bet you’d like to see my tits, wouldn’t you; remember no touching.”  Bella reached behind her and undid the catch at the back before she let her bra fall to the floor.  “Look at how big and soft they are.  You’re going to do such a good job pleasing them when I let you right?”  I nodded almost drooling looking at her pink nipples as she tugged them stiffer.  She leaned forward to lick my hard-on from the base to the tip and back three or four times.  The tip was oozing pre-cum so Bella kissed it all up.  “I love teasing you and I bet you’re good at teasing too.  Now remember, you can’t touch me, but I can touch you.” She grabbed the base of my cock and her hands were so soft and warm I moaned.  Bella was so very good at this.  She took me slowly down her throat half way, back up, down to three quarters, back up and finally all the way.  Swirling her tongue all over my shaft until I was shaking nonstop.  Bella clamped onto the base of my shaft and squeezed until I twitched, but nothing came out.  “Michael, I need to have more fun with you; can you wait longer before you cum?”

I couldn’t have cum even if I wanted to; Bella’s grip was so tight nothing could even squeeze out.  “Yes, Bella; if that’s what you want that’s what I’ll do.”  I was squeezing those cushions so tightly, the veins in my arms were standing out.  “I’m enjoying myself Bella, but, I’m worried; what if  . . .”

Bella gave me another smile and a wink.  “You just lay back and enjoy yourself.”  Bella took just the tip in her mouth while her right hand was clamped hard on the baes of my cock.  Her tongue was swirling around on the underside of my cock and I closed my eyes in delight.  Bella laughed again.  “Oh Michael, Mallory is out of her mind; when she told me she was going back to her loser hubby, I knew you were mine.  Now you just enjoy yourself for as long as you can.  I’ll handle the rest.”  Bella’s saliva was dripping down my cock while both hands were stroking me.  Bella was really enjoying herself; she increased the tempo and her grip for over fifteen minutes; I tried holding off, but I just couldn’t.  Strand after strand of my hot cum shot down her throat and Bella swallowed every drop.  “Oh Michael; we will have so much fun.  Now you get your clothes on while I freshen up and you can walk me to the car.  Think of a way to charm mama’s sock off tomorrow.  You’re coming to dinner.”

Five minutes later I watched Bella drive home while I limped to my bedroom.  The next morning the bruise had really spread and my thighs had stiffened up.  But at exactly 3:00pm, I rang Bella’s doorbell, a huge bunch of flowers for her mom in hand.  “Mrs. Carlotta, I just want you to know how sorry I am that you’d even think my intentions toward Bella were not honorable.  Your daughter is not the kind of woman a man could take advantage of.”

Tony kind of squeezed in behind me.  “We know; if you had, the cops would never find your body.  Be carful around Bella; she’s got a temper that one.”

Mrs. Carlotta smelled her flowers all the way to the kitchen.  Tony and I followed.  I heard her mom say, “This man, he’s a good boy.  Go easy on him.  Now Michael, tell me all about yourself.”  Oh that was fun; but the food was delicious, and Bella kept winking at me.  I think things may be looking up.