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I am sitting here, raking my fingers over the dashboard, trying to decide what to do. The unintelligible laughter of children playing down the street is a constant reminder of how exposed I am. My very presence here is a risk, and every minute I stay is another minute someone might notice me parked down the street from her home.
Her husband and I don't know each other all that well. Oh, we are close enough to say ‘Hi’ when our paths cross. I have little doubt he would recognize me in an instant if he saw me. I have even less doubt that he would wonder what the hell I was doing sitting in my car this close to his house. What he would never believe was that I was here to see him, and he would be right. What he could only suspect was that I was here to see his wife.
“Damn, this is a bad idea.” The words taste hollow and desperate as I say them. Worse still, I know I'm not going to listen. I am about to make one of the worst mistakes of my life, yet I can't make myself leave. I know it is a horrible risk, yet I am going to do it anyway. I am consumed with my need for her, and right now, nothing else matters. Nothing but that petite little blond with her incredibly deep blue eyes.
Instead of fearing what might go wrong, my mind can only focus on that first, hurried kiss from Sophia. Days later, the taste of her lips still seem to linger on mine. That first, hurried moment we shared had been frantic and incredibly intense.
Neither of us had planned it. We didn't even know each other at the time, not beyond our names anyway. To me, she was the wife of an acquaintance, a man with whom I happened to share a mutual friend. To her, I was just another man at the party, a friend of a friend, and nothing more.
Closing my eyes, I let my mind wander back to the night at the reception.
oOo
Kismet. Chemistry. Fate. Whatever it's called, we were struck by it that night. It was as spontaneous as lightening and irresistible as the tide. It was a hot and intoxicating need neither of us had the strength to resist. Before that moment, I’d never felt anything like it. Now, I fear I will never be able to let it go.
Oh yes, I know that men are often attracted to women we’ve recently met. There have been many times I wanted to fuck a woman within moments of meeting her. That’s just being a healthy adult, I suppose. Considering I managed to get many of those women into my bed, I assume they felt the same way about me.
Attraction and arousal can happen quickly, but that is a far cry from what I felt for Sophia that night. It was a mindless, animalistic need, and once I knew she felt it too, I couldn't resist taking her right then, regardless of the consequences. I was burning with a heat I couldn't begin to contain.
All of this began when a long-time friend of mine, Bruce Atwood, was getting married. His reception was being held in the Grand Ballroom of the exquisitely appointed Kensington Hotel. Being separated from my wife, I felt a little out of place in attending an affair meant to celebrate my friends wedding. The last thing I wanted to be was the proverbial fifth-wheel among all those happy couples. Honestly, I had almost decided to skip the party entirely, but my dread of returning to my own, empty apartment finally persuaded me to go.
Good Christ, thank God I did.
It hadn't started off well at all. For the first hour, I mixed with others, idly chatting about nothing of interest with people I barely knew. I indulged myself in a drink or two, but all the while I was counting the minutes until I could escape unnoticed. I was outside the main Ballroom, making my way down the hall toward the unisex restroom when I literally bumped into Sophia. Neither of us was paying much attention to our surroundings when we abruptly collided, just outside the restroom door.
“Oh, gosh. I’m sorry!” I exclaimed as I bumped against her much smaller body. Instinctively, I reached out and slipped my arms around her, simply trying to keep her from falling. In the brief moment, I found myself with an armful of soft, wiggling femininity. Her body felt incredibly warm, light and pliant in my grasp, and my first clear view of her was that of her deep, pale cleavage jiggling delightfully inside her dress.
At just five-foot, two, she was a full foot shorter than I, and the unexpected impact almost knocked her off her feet. My reflexive response was meant merely to keep her from falling, but the moment we touched, something extraordinary happened.
It was as if a circuit closed. Electricity seemed to arc between us like a physical force, stunning us both with its power. Sophia could have pulled away, but she hesitated instead, and then virtually melted against my chest. For a brief moment, our eyes met and then her gaze dropped demurely as her bottom lip tucked into her mouth. The way she so willingly relaxed into my arms, and the honestly submissive reaction to my touch, instantly sent chills racing down my spine.
"It's... okay," she quietly murmured as her gaze rose again and locked onto mine. Her big, blue eyes seemed to call out to me, and her small hands slowly slid from being defensively spread flat on my chest, down to my arms. I quickly realized she was actually holding onto me, just as I was to her.
I should have stepped back. That's what a gentleman would do, right? I just couldn't seem to make myself do it. Her pull on me was powerful and magnetic, and my grip on her waist relaxed only enough to allow my hands to slide down the satin of her dress until they were resting just above the rise of her beautifully shaped ass.
"Um, you're Sophia? Charlie's wife?" I inquired awkwardly. It was an innocent enough question, but one that felt completely out of place considering how closely we were embracing.
I expected her to draw away, but she held her place with only a slight nod of her head in response to my question. There was a wistful look of longing in her eyes, as if she were lost between a powerful urge and reluctance to give into it. Then, tentatively, as if she were losing the battle, she leaned forward until her heavy breasts were crushed against me.
"Yeah, you're Alan, right?" she finally asked with a tremble, and then flicked her tongue over her lips in a way that made me want to crush mine against them.
The words we spoke were nothing but platitudes. Far more meaningful to me was that her hands began to caress my arms as she spoke, and mine responded by slipping down and cupping her bottom. Sophia's eyes blinked in surprise as the first of many nervous trembles passed through her body, but she made no effort to stop me as I intimately caressed her through the thin fabric of her dress.
"I guess I should let you go," I whispered as her mouth came closer to mine. My heart was pounding by then and my breath threatened to catch in my throat.
In that moment, she could have halted the momentum of our attraction, but she hesitated too long and soon we crossed the line. In that moment, we revealed those secret, primal desires that people normally hide. Once exposed, we were left with no way of denying their power. Sophia could only hope I would find the strength to stop, but the upward curl in my lip only dared her to let me continue.
"Yes, you should..." she whispered doubtfully, and then my lips found hers. The chemistry was inescapable, and our kiss soon became frantic. Sophia's arms slid upward and slipped around my neck as my hold on her waist tightened. Our kiss was deep and impassioned, and her mouth opened easily in response to my tongue as it flicked out, searching for hers.
"Oh, my God," Sophia gasped as we parted, and a tremble passed through her again as my mouth descended to her neck. She was bouncing lightly on her toes, and her gaze darted worriedly up the hall as I felt her fingers raking through my hair. Thus encouraged, I nuzzled her throat, sucking excitedly on her tender skin.
“We can't be seen like this,” she pleaded with an urgent hush. “My husband… I'm married, Alan.” She was conflicted and torn between what she knew was right, and the sudden desire to continue our exploration of this inexplicable attraction. Despite her denial, her arms only drew me closer as my lips fluttered over her neck.
“You’re right, I'm being terribly forward,” I responded between urgent kisses before lifting her off the ground. Checking to ensure we had not been seen, I kicked the bathroom door open and her arms tightened around my neck as I took the few steps that brought us into the privacy of the tiny room.
"Oh, my god, we shouldn't be doing this," she said worriedly, but that didn't keep her from locking the door closed behind us.
“I know. We should stop," I agreed with just as much passion, all the while fumbling with the back of her dress, searching in vain for the zipper.
"It's… It’s on the side, babe,” she offered breathlessly, and then she braced her arms on the door as the descending metallic whine of her zipper filled my ears. Milky white skin and the black lace of her bra appeared as the satin gown parted. I continued to open her dress, and Sophia moaned in submissive defeat as it fell away from her body.
With an urgency that bordered on frantic, she seemed a flurry of blond hair and black lingerie as she turned and slipped into my arms. Her breath tasted of cranberry and mint as we kissed with ardent abandon. My hands roamed over her back, taking in the warm smoothness of her skin while hers dropped to my cock, squeezing me hard through the cloth of my slacks. We were being consumed in a whirlwind of lust, and neither of us knew how far that wind would take us.
“Hurry, please. I don't have much time," she pleaded in hushed tones.
"I know!" I gasped as she fondled me. "God, I don't want you like this, Sophia. You deserve so much more."
"Later, maybe, Alan. I don't know. Right now, I don't care. I want you now. I want you inside me!" Sophia's fingers deftly unbuckled my belt and then she reached into my trousers and wrapped her hand around my cock.
“Look at that,” she whispered in awe as her hand pumped my swollen erection. “You are so hard. I can't believe I'm actually doing this.”
"Please, don't think right now," I whispered. "Don't think about what we're doing, Just let it happen, okay? Let's just make this moment for us." My touch flowed up and down the bare skin of her flanks, running my fingers over the contrasting textures of her warm flesh and the lacy cloth of her bra and panties.
Sophia kissed my chin, and then her nuzzling bites drifted down, over my throat. My fingers fumbled with my tie, and hers quickly popped the buttons of my shirt until I felt her lips scorching my chest as she dropped to her knees in front of me.
"I like that, Alan," she murmured as she pulled my slacks down to my knees. Once exposed, my cock bobbed powerfully in front of her and she took it into her hand.
"I don't want to think about it, baby. I just want to suck you, and make you feel good." With that, Sophia leaned in and let my turgid head slide deeply over her tongue.
"Ah, damn, I moaned, careful to keep my voice low. Sophia's mouth felt soft and wet as her warm lips slid along the length of my cock. I was already so hard that I could feel my heartbeat throbbing through my shaft. She began sucking me and swirling her tongue under my head. Each time she took me deep, I struggled to keep from thrusting it down her throat.
She was as skilled in her ability as she was eager in her desire, and the soft caress of her mouth was drawing my precum out of me. I was sure she could taste its flow leaking from my head and she licked the tip several times as if she loved its flavor.
Watching her kneel before me, and feeling her mouth moving so easily over my glans made me desperately want to entwine my fingers in her hair, but I resisted. What we were doing was wrong on so many levels, and I feared leaving her hair so mussed that her husband might grow suspicious.
All I could do was lean against the counter and fondle her breasts through her bra. When my fingers found her nipple, I flicked them hard, causing her to gasp.
"Oh, yeah, Alan. I love having my nipples touched."
"Let me take your bra off, then. I'm dying to suck them."
Sophia hesitated, and then pulled one of her plump boobs free of its cup. "That will have to do. As much as I'd love it, we have to hurry, okay?"
Her nipple was thick and pink, and she winced wonderfully as I pinched it between my fingers. Sophia sucked me harder, taking me to the edge of her throat while I fondled her breast. It was an intense moment, and when I began thrusting toward her, she pulled off and stroked me slowly with her hand.
"Don't come yet, okay? This feels so good, I don't want to stop sucking you yet." Sophia asked while she glossed her lips with my wet head, waiting to see if I was close.
"I'm okay for now," I assured her. "But I won't last long like this. I don't want to come in your mouth either. I want to be inside you when I do."
"I want that, too," she whispered before taking me back into her mouth. Drawing her lips up and down my length with a torturous patience, she took me to the edge again and again without letting me come. Her small hands cupped my balls, lifting them and rolling them between her fingers until I couldn't take it anymore.
With a strangled grunt, I pushed her off my cock and drew her up, kissing her with a hunger that bordered on madness. "I can't wait anymore," I growled in her ear, and then spun us both around and bent her over the hard counter.
"Oh, shit," Sophia hissed as I hooked my fingers under the hem of her panties.
"I'd so much rather have you in my bed," I reassured as I slid her black lace panties down. Her body was round and curvaceous, and my hunger for her soared to even greater heights. I could almost hear the elastic rasping on her skin and I swear I could already smell her scent.
With my chest pressing against the warmth of her back, I was able to draw my mouth close to her ear. Then I slipped my arms around her, with one just under her breasts and the other coming up between them with my hand gently on her throat.
"I should be fucking you the way a woman deserves to be fucked." I whispered hotly into her ear. Moving my fingers under her chin, I turned her head to the side, exposing her neck to my kisses. "I'd fuck you slow, at first, letting you feel me slide into you until I was nice and slick. Would you like that, Sophia? Taking me deep inside you like that?"
"Ohh, yes, I would," she responded quietly. Her tremble turned to a hard shudder and I could feel her becoming weaker on my arms.
Satisfied, I let my hot breath flow over her ear as I continued. "I'm sure you would. Just as you'd love it when I held you tighter and started to fuck you harder and deeper. Would you like me to do that to you, Sophia? Or will this one time be enough?"
Sophia's breath came deep and hot, and her eyes pierced into mine through the mirror. "Yes, I want to be in your bed, Alan. I want so much more. I need you to want me like that. Now, fuck me. Fuck me hard enough to make me feel it tomorrow. You have no idea how much I need that right now."
Turning her head, I kissed her hard as I reached around and brushed my fingers through her neatly trimmed bush. Our tongues danced and flicked together as my fingers slid over her swollen lips. She was wet and hot and I easily sank my digit into her, coating it in her slick juices.
"I can see that," I told her as I glided my finger over her clit. "I want you just as badly."
Sophia moaned deeply as my fingers teased her button and I smiled in satisfaction as her knees began to quake. Knowing she was this wet and ready for me made my erection pulse, and I pressed the length of my cock tightly between the soft cheeks of her ass.
I would have loved to tease her more. My desire to explore her body in intimate detail was like a physical hunger, but the seconds were passing like a quick flowing river. Urging her legs apart, I placed my hand on her back and pushed her down until her still covered breasts were pressed against the cold, marbled surface.
God, seeing her being so receptive, and knowing she wanted my cock inside her as much as I wanted to give it to her made my entire body tingle with lust. Every detail of her body was being burned into my mind, from the hungered look of anticipation on her beautiful face, to the way her fingers strained against the surface as she waited for my thrust. That hot look of surrender and anticipation made my blood run hot and my chest heave with lust.
Over and over, I dry-fucked the hard length of my cock deeper into the cleft of her ass, fighting the urge to press it against her rose. If Sophia understood my interest, she didn't complain. Soon, she was rocking her hips in time with me, as if she were trying to massage my cock between her beautifully shaped buns. It was a completely illicit move, and I was sorely tempted to find out how willing she really was to be ass-fucked, but this wasn't the time. With a resigned grimace, I pushed my cock down until my spongy head found the soft, wet entrance to her sex.
When Sophia felt my head splitting her lips, her eyes grew wide and fixated on me through the mirror. "Yes, yes yes, put it in, baby. Don't tease me anymore, I need you inside me."
"Ohh, yeah that's it," she gasped in pleasure as I plunged myself deeply into her clenching pussy.
Damn, the look on her face was incredible. Her expression was the vision of pained-pleasure and it drove me to the edge. Sliding my hands up her sides until I was tightly holding her shoulders gave me complete control of her body. I had her right where I wanted, and I grunted loudly as my cock lanced deeply into her.
"That's it, Alan. Do it! Fuck me hard! You feel so good inside me, baby. Oh yes, you have no idea how much I needed this!"
Hearing her beg for it as her wet hole squeezed my cock made me feel as masculine and dominant as I ever had. With one hand on her shoulder and the other holding her bra strap, I held her in place while I began driving into her fast and hard. I could see the strain of pleasure on her face as her channel conformed to the shape of my cock. Soon, my hips were slapping into her, pressing her hips against the counter with all my strength. There was no music to this, it was raw lust burning us both in its heat.
I fucked her fast and hard, only to still inside her for long moments before building our pace again. I was keeping her guessing, and driving her to distraction with my changes in speed and depth. Her cunt clenched and sucked on my cock, dragging on my length as I pulled out, and opening around me in eager acceptance each time I thrust in.
All too soon, I felt my balls tighten and a deep heat began building in my cock. "Where should I come?" I asked through clenched teeth while still driving deep into her body.
"Unh, inside me, baby. Come inside me" she gasped in response. Her mouth hung open, and she was panting with desire, but her eyes never left mine through the reflection in the mirror.
We were connected physically and mentally. It was an incredible moment, and our gaze locked as my countdown began. My body grew hard and when I grunted out loud, a satisfied smile appeared on her pristine face.
Sophia squeezed her muscles around me as I shot my load, milking me with a kind of contented mewl. "Yeah, baby, that's it. Fill me up with it. Mmm, that's so hot inside me."
Her voice carried the warm, post-coital murmur of a woman who was feeling embraced by the comforting afterglow of sex. Slowly, my orgasm subsided with my erection. Once I slid out, she stood and kissed me with a deep and contented passion.
Standing there, holding her in my arms, gave me a moment to reflect on what we had done. I felt a sudden pang of guilt about taking her so forcefully. Everything had happened so quickly that I didn't have a chance to ask why, or to give her the pleasure she had just given me.
"I'm sorry," I told her after her lips left mine. "I don't know what happened, but it was amazing. I just wish I had time to make this as good for you as it was for me."
Sophia just smiled and caressed my chest. "Don't be sorry. I'm not. It's been a long time since a man has looked at me like that. Knowing how much you wanted me... Believe me, that meant more than the sex."
We kissed again, and then she picked up my phone. I watched happily as she entered her number into it before handing it back.
"Call me tomorrow, okay?" she asked with a smile "I'll be free in the morning, and then we can talk about what happens next."
oOo
Over the next week, we spoke on the phone each morning, still caught up in that same, powerful attraction. Our conversations were laced with sexual overtones and we easily slipped into hot descriptions, explaining in intimate detail what we longed to do with each other. Hearing her moans of pleasure as she touched herself to my words, and her own eagerness to hear me run my hand over my cock, only intensified our desires.
I told her everyday I wanted to see her again, but she hesitated to go that far. That was until this morning. We planned to meet tomorrow, but I couldn't resist her for another day. Now, with her husband at work, I'm sitting outside her home, trying to build the courage to surprise her at her door. Hopefully, the heat she felt that for me that first day will still be burning hot in her veins.
There is only one way for me to find out.
Her husband and I don't know each other all that well. Oh, we are close enough to say ‘Hi’ when our paths cross. I have little doubt he would recognize me in an instant if he saw me. I have even less doubt that he would wonder what the hell I was doing sitting in my car this close to his house. What he would never believe was that I was here to see him, and he would be right. What he could only suspect was that I was here to see his wife.
“Damn, this is a bad idea.” The words taste hollow and desperate as I say them. Worse still, I know I'm not going to listen. I am about to make one of the worst mistakes of my life, yet I can't make myself leave. I know it is a horrible risk, yet I am going to do it anyway. I am consumed with my need for her, and right now, nothing else matters. Nothing but that petite little blond with her incredibly deep blue eyes.
Instead of fearing what might go wrong, my mind can only focus on that first, hurried kiss from Sophia. Days later, the taste of her lips still seem to linger on mine. That first, hurried moment we shared had been frantic and incredibly intense.
Neither of us had planned it. We didn't even know each other at the time, not beyond our names anyway. To me, she was the wife of an acquaintance, a man with whom I happened to share a mutual friend. To her, I was just another man at the party, a friend of a friend, and nothing more.
Closing my eyes, I let my mind wander back to the night at the reception.
oOo
Kismet. Chemistry. Fate. Whatever it's called, we were struck by it that night. It was as spontaneous as lightening and irresistible as the tide. It was a hot and intoxicating need neither of us had the strength to resist. Before that moment, I’d never felt anything like it. Now, I fear I will never be able to let it go.
Oh yes, I know that men are often attracted to women we’ve recently met. There have been many times I wanted to fuck a woman within moments of meeting her. That’s just being a healthy adult, I suppose. Considering I managed to get many of those women into my bed, I assume they felt the same way about me.
Attraction and arousal can happen quickly, but that is a far cry from what I felt for Sophia that night. It was a mindless, animalistic need, and once I knew she felt it too, I couldn't resist taking her right then, regardless of the consequences. I was burning with a heat I couldn't begin to contain.
All of this began when a long-time friend of mine, Bruce Atwood, was getting married. His reception was being held in the Grand Ballroom of the exquisitely appointed Kensington Hotel. Being separated from my wife, I felt a little out of place in attending an affair meant to celebrate my friends wedding. The last thing I wanted to be was the proverbial fifth-wheel among all those happy couples. Honestly, I had almost decided to skip the party entirely, but my dread of returning to my own, empty apartment finally persuaded me to go.
Good Christ, thank God I did.
It hadn't started off well at all. For the first hour, I mixed with others, idly chatting about nothing of interest with people I barely knew. I indulged myself in a drink or two, but all the while I was counting the minutes until I could escape unnoticed. I was outside the main Ballroom, making my way down the hall toward the unisex restroom when I literally bumped into Sophia. Neither of us was paying much attention to our surroundings when we abruptly collided, just outside the restroom door.
“Oh, gosh. I’m sorry!” I exclaimed as I bumped against her much smaller body. Instinctively, I reached out and slipped my arms around her, simply trying to keep her from falling. In the brief moment, I found myself with an armful of soft, wiggling femininity. Her body felt incredibly warm, light and pliant in my grasp, and my first clear view of her was that of her deep, pale cleavage jiggling delightfully inside her dress.
At just five-foot, two, she was a full foot shorter than I, and the unexpected impact almost knocked her off her feet. My reflexive response was meant merely to keep her from falling, but the moment we touched, something extraordinary happened.
It was as if a circuit closed. Electricity seemed to arc between us like a physical force, stunning us both with its power. Sophia could have pulled away, but she hesitated instead, and then virtually melted against my chest. For a brief moment, our eyes met and then her gaze dropped demurely as her bottom lip tucked into her mouth. The way she so willingly relaxed into my arms, and the honestly submissive reaction to my touch, instantly sent chills racing down my spine.
"It's... okay," she quietly murmured as her gaze rose again and locked onto mine. Her big, blue eyes seemed to call out to me, and her small hands slowly slid from being defensively spread flat on my chest, down to my arms. I quickly realized she was actually holding onto me, just as I was to her.
I should have stepped back. That's what a gentleman would do, right? I just couldn't seem to make myself do it. Her pull on me was powerful and magnetic, and my grip on her waist relaxed only enough to allow my hands to slide down the satin of her dress until they were resting just above the rise of her beautifully shaped ass.
"Um, you're Sophia? Charlie's wife?" I inquired awkwardly. It was an innocent enough question, but one that felt completely out of place considering how closely we were embracing.
I expected her to draw away, but she held her place with only a slight nod of her head in response to my question. There was a wistful look of longing in her eyes, as if she were lost between a powerful urge and reluctance to give into it. Then, tentatively, as if she were losing the battle, she leaned forward until her heavy breasts were crushed against me.
"Yeah, you're Alan, right?" she finally asked with a tremble, and then flicked her tongue over her lips in a way that made me want to crush mine against them.
The words we spoke were nothing but platitudes. Far more meaningful to me was that her hands began to caress my arms as she spoke, and mine responded by slipping down and cupping her bottom. Sophia's eyes blinked in surprise as the first of many nervous trembles passed through her body, but she made no effort to stop me as I intimately caressed her through the thin fabric of her dress.
"I guess I should let you go," I whispered as her mouth came closer to mine. My heart was pounding by then and my breath threatened to catch in my throat.
In that moment, she could have halted the momentum of our attraction, but she hesitated too long and soon we crossed the line. In that moment, we revealed those secret, primal desires that people normally hide. Once exposed, we were left with no way of denying their power. Sophia could only hope I would find the strength to stop, but the upward curl in my lip only dared her to let me continue.
"Yes, you should..." she whispered doubtfully, and then my lips found hers. The chemistry was inescapable, and our kiss soon became frantic. Sophia's arms slid upward and slipped around my neck as my hold on her waist tightened. Our kiss was deep and impassioned, and her mouth opened easily in response to my tongue as it flicked out, searching for hers.
"Oh, my God," Sophia gasped as we parted, and a tremble passed through her again as my mouth descended to her neck. She was bouncing lightly on her toes, and her gaze darted worriedly up the hall as I felt her fingers raking through my hair. Thus encouraged, I nuzzled her throat, sucking excitedly on her tender skin.
“We can't be seen like this,” she pleaded with an urgent hush. “My husband… I'm married, Alan.” She was conflicted and torn between what she knew was right, and the sudden desire to continue our exploration of this inexplicable attraction. Despite her denial, her arms only drew me closer as my lips fluttered over her neck.
“You’re right, I'm being terribly forward,” I responded between urgent kisses before lifting her off the ground. Checking to ensure we had not been seen, I kicked the bathroom door open and her arms tightened around my neck as I took the few steps that brought us into the privacy of the tiny room.
"Oh, my god, we shouldn't be doing this," she said worriedly, but that didn't keep her from locking the door closed behind us.
“I know. We should stop," I agreed with just as much passion, all the while fumbling with the back of her dress, searching in vain for the zipper.
"It's… It’s on the side, babe,” she offered breathlessly, and then she braced her arms on the door as the descending metallic whine of her zipper filled my ears. Milky white skin and the black lace of her bra appeared as the satin gown parted. I continued to open her dress, and Sophia moaned in submissive defeat as it fell away from her body.
With an urgency that bordered on frantic, she seemed a flurry of blond hair and black lingerie as she turned and slipped into my arms. Her breath tasted of cranberry and mint as we kissed with ardent abandon. My hands roamed over her back, taking in the warm smoothness of her skin while hers dropped to my cock, squeezing me hard through the cloth of my slacks. We were being consumed in a whirlwind of lust, and neither of us knew how far that wind would take us.
“Hurry, please. I don't have much time," she pleaded in hushed tones.
"I know!" I gasped as she fondled me. "God, I don't want you like this, Sophia. You deserve so much more."
"Later, maybe, Alan. I don't know. Right now, I don't care. I want you now. I want you inside me!" Sophia's fingers deftly unbuckled my belt and then she reached into my trousers and wrapped her hand around my cock.
“Look at that,” she whispered in awe as her hand pumped my swollen erection. “You are so hard. I can't believe I'm actually doing this.”
"Please, don't think right now," I whispered. "Don't think about what we're doing, Just let it happen, okay? Let's just make this moment for us." My touch flowed up and down the bare skin of her flanks, running my fingers over the contrasting textures of her warm flesh and the lacy cloth of her bra and panties.
Sophia kissed my chin, and then her nuzzling bites drifted down, over my throat. My fingers fumbled with my tie, and hers quickly popped the buttons of my shirt until I felt her lips scorching my chest as she dropped to her knees in front of me.
"I like that, Alan," she murmured as she pulled my slacks down to my knees. Once exposed, my cock bobbed powerfully in front of her and she took it into her hand.
"I don't want to think about it, baby. I just want to suck you, and make you feel good." With that, Sophia leaned in and let my turgid head slide deeply over her tongue.
"Ah, damn, I moaned, careful to keep my voice low. Sophia's mouth felt soft and wet as her warm lips slid along the length of my cock. I was already so hard that I could feel my heartbeat throbbing through my shaft. She began sucking me and swirling her tongue under my head. Each time she took me deep, I struggled to keep from thrusting it down her throat.
She was as skilled in her ability as she was eager in her desire, and the soft caress of her mouth was drawing my precum out of me. I was sure she could taste its flow leaking from my head and she licked the tip several times as if she loved its flavor.
Watching her kneel before me, and feeling her mouth moving so easily over my glans made me desperately want to entwine my fingers in her hair, but I resisted. What we were doing was wrong on so many levels, and I feared leaving her hair so mussed that her husband might grow suspicious.
All I could do was lean against the counter and fondle her breasts through her bra. When my fingers found her nipple, I flicked them hard, causing her to gasp.
"Oh, yeah, Alan. I love having my nipples touched."
"Let me take your bra off, then. I'm dying to suck them."
Sophia hesitated, and then pulled one of her plump boobs free of its cup. "That will have to do. As much as I'd love it, we have to hurry, okay?"
Her nipple was thick and pink, and she winced wonderfully as I pinched it between my fingers. Sophia sucked me harder, taking me to the edge of her throat while I fondled her breast. It was an intense moment, and when I began thrusting toward her, she pulled off and stroked me slowly with her hand.
"Don't come yet, okay? This feels so good, I don't want to stop sucking you yet." Sophia asked while she glossed her lips with my wet head, waiting to see if I was close.
"I'm okay for now," I assured her. "But I won't last long like this. I don't want to come in your mouth either. I want to be inside you when I do."
"I want that, too," she whispered before taking me back into her mouth. Drawing her lips up and down my length with a torturous patience, she took me to the edge again and again without letting me come. Her small hands cupped my balls, lifting them and rolling them between her fingers until I couldn't take it anymore.
With a strangled grunt, I pushed her off my cock and drew her up, kissing her with a hunger that bordered on madness. "I can't wait anymore," I growled in her ear, and then spun us both around and bent her over the hard counter.
"Oh, shit," Sophia hissed as I hooked my fingers under the hem of her panties.
"I'd so much rather have you in my bed," I reassured as I slid her black lace panties down. Her body was round and curvaceous, and my hunger for her soared to even greater heights. I could almost hear the elastic rasping on her skin and I swear I could already smell her scent.
With my chest pressing against the warmth of her back, I was able to draw my mouth close to her ear. Then I slipped my arms around her, with one just under her breasts and the other coming up between them with my hand gently on her throat.
"I should be fucking you the way a woman deserves to be fucked." I whispered hotly into her ear. Moving my fingers under her chin, I turned her head to the side, exposing her neck to my kisses. "I'd fuck you slow, at first, letting you feel me slide into you until I was nice and slick. Would you like that, Sophia? Taking me deep inside you like that?"
"Ohh, yes, I would," she responded quietly. Her tremble turned to a hard shudder and I could feel her becoming weaker on my arms.
Satisfied, I let my hot breath flow over her ear as I continued. "I'm sure you would. Just as you'd love it when I held you tighter and started to fuck you harder and deeper. Would you like me to do that to you, Sophia? Or will this one time be enough?"
Sophia's breath came deep and hot, and her eyes pierced into mine through the mirror. "Yes, I want to be in your bed, Alan. I want so much more. I need you to want me like that. Now, fuck me. Fuck me hard enough to make me feel it tomorrow. You have no idea how much I need that right now."
Turning her head, I kissed her hard as I reached around and brushed my fingers through her neatly trimmed bush. Our tongues danced and flicked together as my fingers slid over her swollen lips. She was wet and hot and I easily sank my digit into her, coating it in her slick juices.
"I can see that," I told her as I glided my finger over her clit. "I want you just as badly."
Sophia moaned deeply as my fingers teased her button and I smiled in satisfaction as her knees began to quake. Knowing she was this wet and ready for me made my erection pulse, and I pressed the length of my cock tightly between the soft cheeks of her ass.
I would have loved to tease her more. My desire to explore her body in intimate detail was like a physical hunger, but the seconds were passing like a quick flowing river. Urging her legs apart, I placed my hand on her back and pushed her down until her still covered breasts were pressed against the cold, marbled surface.
God, seeing her being so receptive, and knowing she wanted my cock inside her as much as I wanted to give it to her made my entire body tingle with lust. Every detail of her body was being burned into my mind, from the hungered look of anticipation on her beautiful face, to the way her fingers strained against the surface as she waited for my thrust. That hot look of surrender and anticipation made my blood run hot and my chest heave with lust.
Over and over, I dry-fucked the hard length of my cock deeper into the cleft of her ass, fighting the urge to press it against her rose. If Sophia understood my interest, she didn't complain. Soon, she was rocking her hips in time with me, as if she were trying to massage my cock between her beautifully shaped buns. It was a completely illicit move, and I was sorely tempted to find out how willing she really was to be ass-fucked, but this wasn't the time. With a resigned grimace, I pushed my cock down until my spongy head found the soft, wet entrance to her sex.
When Sophia felt my head splitting her lips, her eyes grew wide and fixated on me through the mirror. "Yes, yes yes, put it in, baby. Don't tease me anymore, I need you inside me."
"Ohh, yeah that's it," she gasped in pleasure as I plunged myself deeply into her clenching pussy.
Damn, the look on her face was incredible. Her expression was the vision of pained-pleasure and it drove me to the edge. Sliding my hands up her sides until I was tightly holding her shoulders gave me complete control of her body. I had her right where I wanted, and I grunted loudly as my cock lanced deeply into her.
"That's it, Alan. Do it! Fuck me hard! You feel so good inside me, baby. Oh yes, you have no idea how much I needed this!"
Hearing her beg for it as her wet hole squeezed my cock made me feel as masculine and dominant as I ever had. With one hand on her shoulder and the other holding her bra strap, I held her in place while I began driving into her fast and hard. I could see the strain of pleasure on her face as her channel conformed to the shape of my cock. Soon, my hips were slapping into her, pressing her hips against the counter with all my strength. There was no music to this, it was raw lust burning us both in its heat.
I fucked her fast and hard, only to still inside her for long moments before building our pace again. I was keeping her guessing, and driving her to distraction with my changes in speed and depth. Her cunt clenched and sucked on my cock, dragging on my length as I pulled out, and opening around me in eager acceptance each time I thrust in.
All too soon, I felt my balls tighten and a deep heat began building in my cock. "Where should I come?" I asked through clenched teeth while still driving deep into her body.
"Unh, inside me, baby. Come inside me" she gasped in response. Her mouth hung open, and she was panting with desire, but her eyes never left mine through the reflection in the mirror.
We were connected physically and mentally. It was an incredible moment, and our gaze locked as my countdown began. My body grew hard and when I grunted out loud, a satisfied smile appeared on her pristine face.
Sophia squeezed her muscles around me as I shot my load, milking me with a kind of contented mewl. "Yeah, baby, that's it. Fill me up with it. Mmm, that's so hot inside me."
Her voice carried the warm, post-coital murmur of a woman who was feeling embraced by the comforting afterglow of sex. Slowly, my orgasm subsided with my erection. Once I slid out, she stood and kissed me with a deep and contented passion.
Standing there, holding her in my arms, gave me a moment to reflect on what we had done. I felt a sudden pang of guilt about taking her so forcefully. Everything had happened so quickly that I didn't have a chance to ask why, or to give her the pleasure she had just given me.
"I'm sorry," I told her after her lips left mine. "I don't know what happened, but it was amazing. I just wish I had time to make this as good for you as it was for me."
Sophia just smiled and caressed my chest. "Don't be sorry. I'm not. It's been a long time since a man has looked at me like that. Knowing how much you wanted me... Believe me, that meant more than the sex."
We kissed again, and then she picked up my phone. I watched happily as she entered her number into it before handing it back.
"Call me tomorrow, okay?" she asked with a smile "I'll be free in the morning, and then we can talk about what happens next."
oOo
Over the next week, we spoke on the phone each morning, still caught up in that same, powerful attraction. Our conversations were laced with sexual overtones and we easily slipped into hot descriptions, explaining in intimate detail what we longed to do with each other. Hearing her moans of pleasure as she touched herself to my words, and her own eagerness to hear me run my hand over my cock, only intensified our desires.
I told her everyday I wanted to see her again, but she hesitated to go that far. That was until this morning. We planned to meet tomorrow, but I couldn't resist her for another day. Now, with her husband at work, I'm sitting outside her home, trying to build the courage to surprise her at her door. Hopefully, the heat she felt that for me that first day will still be burning hot in her veins.
There is only one way for me to find out.
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