Mia’s text to Mike - ‘Fancy coming round this evening’ - got his immediate attention – ‘I’ll take a sickie’.<br/><br/>He arrived promptly at 7pm. Mia opened the door to find him dressed in sparklingly trainers, Levis and a short leave t-shirt that clung to his muscular torso and strained around his bulging biceps. Mike took in her small frame, beaming smile, tube top and micro-mini. In her bare feet, she seemed minute compared to his huge frame. She pushed the door and his erection entered, followed shortly after by the rest of him.<br/><br/>‘Hi, babe.’<br/><br/>‘Hey, Mike, how’ya doing?’<br/><br/>‘Great. Good to see you.’<br/><br/>‘Come through, Mike, I’m not much of a cook, but I’ve done us some pasta with pesto sauce. Give you some stamina.’<br/><br/>Mike didn’t miss the point.<br/><br/>‘Am I going to need stamina, baby?<br/><br/>Mia merely smiled and led the way to the kitchen. She sipped at some chilled Pino Grigio, while Mike preferred beer. They flirted mildly, with Mia occasionally tracing the lines of Mike’s tattoos up his arms.<br/><br/>‘There’s something I’m worried about.’<br/><br/>Mike looked concerned by Mia’s sudden announcement. Maybe this invitation wasn’t quite what he’d hoped it would be.<br/><br/>‘Really, babe, what’s the problem?’<br/><br/>Mia led him into her bedroom, reached into her bedside cabinet and took out the packet of condoms.<br/><br/>‘I’m not sure these are big enough. What do you think?’<br/><br/>Mike laughed.<br/><br/>‘Let’s see, shall we.’<br/><br/>He grabbed Mia and tossed her onto the bed. She fell, surprisingly, with her legs splayed to reveal a naked, glistening pussy. It took Mike’s practiced hands but a second or two to remove her skirt and top.<br/><br/>Mia pushed him off, peeled away his t-shirt, and began tracing the lines of his tattoos with her fingers and tongue. Mike grew hotter, repeatedly trying to mount Mia, but she kept restraining him, working down his belly until she reached his belt. Slowly she unbuckled him and pulled down his jeans and shorts. His cock shot out, relieved at last to be free. Mia opened a condom and unrolled it down his shaft.<br/><br/>‘Looks like it fits OK.’<br/><br/>Mike’s answer was to roll her onto her back and fuck her hard.<br/><br/>When he was spent and lying beside her, Mia removed the condom with a tissue and placed it neatly on her bedside cabinet.<br/><br/>‘How long’s it been, honey,’ she enquired when his breathing had settled.<br/><br/>‘Too long.’ Under her stare, he added sheepishly, ‘Best part of three months now.’<br/><br/>‘That’s strange, you must have the pick of the girls at that club.’<br/><br/>Again, Mike looked reluctant to answer, but with Mia’s fingers working round his nipples, he took a deep breath and explained.<br/><br/>‘I’ve had a few problems, performance problems, if you know what I mean.’<br/><br/>Mia stared at his cock that was already twitching and expanding.<br/><br/>‘Looks like you’re not having problems at the moment.’<br/><br/>Mike laughed and pushed Mia onto her back.<br/><br/>‘Mustn’t waste it then, babe.’<br/><br/>After a second pounding, Mia sat up beside Mike and again traced the lines of her tattoos, ignoring his attempts to mount her for a third time. When she had worked over his whole body, she climbed astride.<br/><br/>‘Let me take the strain his time, hun.’ And began riding him faster and faster, kicking his thighs with her feet as if controlling an unruly horse.<br/><br/>As they lay in each other’s arms, she whispered.<br/><br/>‘There’s still one condom left. Shall we use it now or save it for the morning.’<br/><br/>Mike yawned.<br/><br/>‘If that’s an invitation to stay the night, I graciously accept.’<br/><br/>Mia fell asleep in his arms, safe in the knowledge that she now had Mike at her command. There was no trouble he couldn’t handle. Nothing he couldn’t protect her from.