Erotic Story: An afternoon encounter
An afternoon encounter:
Its approaching one and my mind is racing. We have do all
we can, and now it is the hands of fate. She said what she would
be wearing is a surprise but there is almost no surprise
to spoil. She will be in that wonderful blue dress, that
to every one else is so proper and innocent, loose fitting
and going down just to her knees, on top it shapes her boobs
since it is a bit small for her, but the way it accents her
breasts with only a hint of the tops of her boobs showing
is mesmerizing. For me that dress is the stuff of dreams,
not because of the way she looks in it but what we plan to do
while she is in it. A glance at the clock breaks my revelry,
I have to go, her office is fifteen minutes away. As I drive
disaster scenarios play in my head. God I hope she is right,
and that after lunch the back conference room is not used.
We have a plan, she will wait for me there, but if she is caught
she will pretend to be looking for some files and go back
to her desk, and I will find an empty room, which is good cause
I will just cry if this all falls apart.
As I walk into her companies lobby, I ask Carol the receptionist
if she has seen her. No, she hasnt so so far so good. I get
my visitors pass and tell the receptionist not to page her
that I plan to surprise her. That thought pastes the smile
on my face, as I go back, being careful not to be seen.
Then
there is the door, as I open it my heart sinks, shes not there,
but as the door swings fully open it rises to my throat and
my dick gets hard as a rock and my pant turn at kinda a funny
angle, but no need to stop and adjust I hope to not be in them
long.
As we agreed, she is standing with her back to me, and not
a word is spoken, I simply sweep in behind her. My god I dont
think I have even been hotter in my life. Her hair is pulled
up exposing her neck from nape to ears, an excellent touch.
As my eyes roam down the silhouette of her breasts, stops
my breathing, the curve of her waist, hips ass and thighs
reminds me to breath again. Then further down to her past
her knees to her calves, is one of the sexist sights a man
could ever hope to see, old style stockings, sheer and shaping
with the line running up the back. Down to her feet, and low
she is in heels, I assumed she would be in study flats; clearly
she has been planning too. Now as wrap my arms around her
middle, the bulge in my pants nestles nicely into her soft
ass and continues up to where the small of her back curves
back out. I stop just for an instant to marvel at the wonder
that is the design of a woman, how such a tight opening so
soft and giving can be resistant enough she can take my full
length and girth as I pound against her, I have explored
every aspect of her sex, and I know that is shouldnt be possible
for her to take me inside her, but she does and she does so
hungrily.
She tilts her head slightly to the left, pulling her flesh
taught as lean down and kiss her neck. She inhales but doesnt
move, as I run the tip of my tongue from the top of her exposed
shoulder up her neck and trace along her ear. I lean further
in pressing myself harder into the small of her back, her
ass is smashed against me and she wiggles ever so slightly
so my balls move away and my shaft fills the gap between her
checks. I begin nipping at her neck, shoulders, and ears.
She moans and presses harder against me. We move up against
the edge of the conference table, and as a nibble, lick and
kiss her neck, my hands rove up to her breasts which are straining
against the fabric of the dress. We have reached the point
of no going back, if we are caught there is no saying this
isnt what it looks like, but I press on consumed with lust
for this creature that stands before me. At my touch her
nipples harden, as I cup her breasts, and rub her nipples
through her dress and what must be a new bra. I have never
seen or felt this bra before, it is the smoothest sheerest
material I could imagine, it feels so good, slink and sexy.
I trace around her nipples in every smaller circles till
I am just wiggling the nipple as the flexes under the pressure,
then start back out till I reach the base of her breast, before
starting back in I cup her breasts, and flatten them against
her and then gently pull them out again.
The combination
of my caresses, and what must be a sensation men cannot fathom
from the material rubbing against her, exciting her every
nerve like a pin prick, her whole areola begins to swell,
and goosebumps race across her body as she peaks, and briefly
she totters and her knees bend, she opens her mouth to scream
but not sound comes out, since the scream she formed would
have been heard on the street.
Standing up straight again, I pull her away from the table
and move back a little, as the smell of her desire washes
over me, if there is a smell in the world that captures the
essence of lust it is the smell of woman who is yearning to
be well there is no better word than fucked. I am consumed
by my need, and my right hand moves done her belly, following
the nature curve of her body around her waist, over her ass,
and thighs to the hem of her dress, which I lift up above her
hips, retracing my previous route across her body. In the
small part of my mind that can still think, a thought dawns
on me, I was expecting underwear, at least a bit of fabric
like her bra was made of, but there is nothing. The garter
belt around waist for the thigh high stockings, but no underwear,
I should fall to my knees and thank the lord for this women,
but my time on my knees is coming, but it wont be for pray.
I reach around the front and cup my hand on her crotch, cradling
her womanhood, I run my fingers between her clean shaven
pussy lips and inner thigh, compressing the lips around
what is underneath, her sharp breath provides all the encouragement
I need.
I let my middle slight back bit as I pass over her clit,
and like a plow it parts the lips, and just for a second the
three fingers both pull and pinch her clit. She wiggles,
but I still manage to catch my finger in the spot where the
lips meet, instinctively she straights to get free. Moving
up further, I run my fingers through her hair, the softness
of density mat contrasts wonderful with the slickness
of the shaven lips. She is a woman, not a girl, but she shaves
her lips as much for me as her, since it makes her whole box
into a play ground for my tongue and mouth, and turns a good
lay into a mind blowing fuck. Pushing her back against the
table, and bending her slightly I move my hands behind her,
the left opening her checks, and the right alternately
cupping the closed lips, and sliding between them to stimulate
her clit and rim her hole, she shivers with pleasure. The
increasing wetness is marvelous; my hand is soon sliding
effortlessly across and in her. After one more pass over
top, I spread her now swollen and parted lips, rubbing her
clit, with just a bit of fingernail, and move back sliding
a finger then two into her soaked cunt, rubbing first her
g-spot at the base of her clit then moving back stretching
the walls, to stroke the base to the cervix to stimulate
her uterus moving back to her g-spot which with both hands
I squeeze and release her clit so the base of clit is pressed
into my finger, my hands are soaked, and my movements are
marked by squishing noises.
I can tell she is trying to move,
but the pleasure has her paralyzed, and she opens her mouth
scream and again no sound is heard. I press on further.
Pushing her over onto the table, she raises her ass into
the air, her pussy is open to receiving me, she is longing
to feel me inside her. However, it is not time for that, as
I lower myself to my knees, my hands open her more, the wet
lips part gently and I blow cool air over her clit and hole.
She starts to struggle but my hands hold her still as I lick
first up her right thigh and then her left, cleaning off
all the juice that had run down her legs, her motions stops
and the lips swell even more, as the inner lips part exposing
her entrance. I know I dont have long since soon she will
protest, and demand to be fucked, so I hungrily lick all
the nooks and crannies, my tongue poking at her soft flesh,
moving closer to the goal. I stop licking, move my head slightly,
and roll my tongue up around where the clitoris would be
grabbing it out from under the hood, and just as quickly
letting go. Before she can say a word I lick up and force my
tongue inside her, rolling and probing, then out again
to rim the hole, or nibble on the lips. I go in again sucking
her flesh and driving my tongue deeper in, and turn it straight
down to caress her g-spot with the tip. She breaths sharply
in and shudders, but the flood of nectar I had hoped for doesnt
come, not wanting to drink the well dry, I give in to her soft
pleas and stand up to my full height.
While I am not rock
hard any more since lust for the flesh has passed, into pleasure
of the flesh, freed of its confinement I begin to grow and
as I mash and rub myself into her, the lubrication covers
my length as it harden to my full length, then rubbing the
head along the inner wall of her pussy lips, I reach my full
girth. Near mad with desire she is prying her ass cheeks
apart. With one last stroke down and up the head catches
in the hole and I drive my full length into her, and leave
it motionless, just filling her void as it stretches then
clamps down on me. Her hands leave her ass and grab the edges
of the table, as she smashes herself down, and whimpers.
While I could take my time and savoir the feeling of her tight
hole, the way she shivers when I slide all the way out and
push back in, she is about to faint, and well somebody could
find us at any minute. Grabbing hold of her hips I begin pounding
into her. The trapped air first expands her, so that I cant
feel the walls anymore, only my weight and tight grasp of
her entrance are holding us together. Then the air begins
to crackle as the finds small gaps to escape, to keep our
activity as quite as possible, I occasional let it all out
then pump her up again. She has begun turning her head from
side to side, and her knuckles are white on the table. As
she begins to curl up and lift her hips higher off the table,
I hold her tighter, and begin driving in as deep as I can lingering
longer and longer with each stroke, my cock throbs as cum
shoots out in pulses timed with thrusts depositing my cum
deep inside her.
With what must be her last ounce of strength
or just animal instinct she pushes back forcing me deeper
in as her pelvic muscles grab my cock and lock me inside her.
Spent she releases me from her grip, and I gently continue
to fuck her each thrust softer than the last, as I try and
prolong our connection. Our combined juices soon are whipped
into foam and begin to spread out turning our crotches a
frothy white. Unable to stay inside her, I pull out and fall
into a chair, so that I can catch my breath.
My heart is beating so hard, I can fell it in my neck. As I rest,
I watch her lying motionless, except for her chest heaving,
there she is bent over a table her eyes closed, her hair is
all over the place, she is bright red, and that wonderful
dress winkled and hiked up past her waist, her legs are partly
open and I gaze at that wonderful pussy. It has such a strange
attraction for me, it glistens in the light, the lips swollen
and red, the hole still slightly open, the light reveals
none of its secrets, and the shadows and darkness at its
core deepen the mystery, and yet I know every detail of its
reality. The smell too has changed, gone is sweetness that
I would lap from the source, now the smell is acid from my
cum filling her void. As the foam drips down her inner thigh
and pools on the table she stirs, turning to look at me straight
on for the first time during the entire encounter, she looks
so tired, but I can see the light in her eyes.
Her body might
be spent but she is energized. Pushing herself up, she stands
wobbling supposing herself with one hand while trying
to keep her dress clean with the other, as she reaches for
her purse. Extracting several tissues, she wipes herself
off and straightens her dress. A couple more tissues wipe
the table clean. A quick brush through her hair and she is
starting to look presentable again, though with the smell
and how flushed she is it wouldnt that a genius to figure
out what she has been up to. Out comes the lickstick, and
as she likes to do leans over and kisses the excess off on
my mouth. In a flash I whip up her dress, and plant a kiss on
her belly, in retaliation she lowers herself to the ground
and first licks the little drip of cum off the end of my dick,
she loves the taste of my cum, I just hate to waste it since
we both like it when I cum inside her, but I have an endless
supply so she never goes without. Then, she sucks my soft
dick into her mouth leaving a series of red circles down
the shaft. Her mission completed I lift her back to her feet
since walking alone will require supreme effort, never
mind standing up. I fix my clothes and we inspect each other
for obvious signs of our behavior, fortunately I am a master
of neck kissing and dont leave lingering marks, at least
were they can be send. We say our goodbyes and quietly exit
to go our separate ways, I am smiling from ear to ear since
while I know she is sore and weak kneed now, the feeling of
me inside her remains, and soon the rush of the encounter
will wear off leaving her with a dull ache.
Tonight I know
it will be my turn for fun, but she has a lot of screaming to
make up for, so we will see.
As I turn in my visitors badge, I notice Carol looking at
me kinda oddly, and as I leave she remarks offhand, that
she is sure you enjoyed my surprise, I turn to look and
her gaze lingers on me a bit too long, and as I turn to go I ponder
what she heard. So much for getting off scot-free
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