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There's Something About Bob
by knobbieknobbs (knobbieknobbs@hotmail.com)

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

***

Six months she’d 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 wasn’t 
normally this forward. But then she hadn’t met anyone 
like Bob before.

"I can’t think of a better way to spend a Saturday 
evening."

The crimson in Ruth’s 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?"

"Coffee’s fine."

"Decaf?"

"God, no. Decaf’s a bit like a broken pencil."

"Sorry?"

"Pointless."

Ruth laughed. She’d been doing it all evening. "You’re 
so funny."

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

By the time the drinks were ready, he’d wandered back 
into the hallway.

"That’s my son," Ruth said of the picture Bob was 
admiring.

"He has his mom’s 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 he’s a good man, and 
I’m proud of him."

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

"You shouldn’t blame yourself, Bob."

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

"It’s 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 
I’ve had a man in my house that wasn’t trying to sell 
me something for as long as I can remember."

Bob chuckled, "Well if you’re interested we’ve 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. "That’s better."

"I’ll never understand why women wear shoes that cause 
them pain."

"I wouldn’t expect you to. After all, you’re 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 I’d meet a man like you through the 
agency."

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

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

"I shouldn’t be doing this," he said.

"Why?"

"It’s 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 Ruth’s head, 
but one shouted louder than all the others. I don’t 
care; kiss me again!

"Don’t 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 it’s crazy but I can’t 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 shouldn’t..."

"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.

She’d 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 haven’t 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 didn’t 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."

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