Story 31 #3
She took her time choosing her top. In the end, she went for a sexy halter top. It clung to her breasts and left a large patch of her back uncovered, showing her soft, smooth, flawless skin. It also showed off just a small section of her stomach and her taut abs.
She looked at herself in the mirror, checking out the full effect.
She liked it a lot. She imagined herself walking down the street, some sexy guy behind her looking at the bare skin of her back, dreaming about reaching out to touch it, to stroke it.
She thought about sitting in a coffee shop and catching a man looking over at her sexy legs.
She thought about catching him doing that, about how flustered he would be, and about how she would take control of the situation, how she would make him hers.
Suddenly, the world seemed as though it was filled with possibilities.
She felt as though she was ready to go out and find herself some new man, some random man, to have some fun with.
Maybe it was just the effect of her playing with herself and not satisfying herself, but she wanted something that she had been missing.
She smiled at her reflection.
However, then she heard a knock at the door, and she was brought back to reality. She looked at her reflection in the mirror, and suddenly she felt ridiculous. All of the fantasies that she had been toying with seemed ludicrous to her.
She wanted to get out of this outfit. She told herself that she was making a fool of herself. But then there was the knock at the door again, and she realized she didn’t have time to get changed. She told herself that she looked fine and went down to open the door.
She assumed it would be the postman, or someone like that, but she was shocked when she saw who it was. It was her son’s friend, Rich, whom she hadn’t seen for some time.
Suddenly, she felt very self-conscious in the outfit that she was wearing. The problem wasn’t that Rich was one of her son’s friends - the problem was that Rich was Rich.
She had first met him a couple of years earlier when her son had brought him round to the house, and she had been immediately taken with him.
He was tall, dark, and incredibly handsome.
He had an athletic build, toned and muscular but not too bulky.
He had light skin, big, dark, soulful eyes that looked almost black, a gorgeous, pouting mouth, and great cheekbones.
He had a way of looking at her with such brooding intensity that she wanted to know just what was going on in his mind. His hair was black, thick, and unkempt.
She’d had thoughts about him since she had first seen him that day, thoughts that she knew she shouldn’t be having about a friend of her son’s.
She imagined what he would look like in just his boxer shorts, what it would be like to run her fingers through that messy hair, to have him look deep into her eyes, into her soul, with that intense look of his.
And now, here he was. And he was looking her up and down, not even making any effort to hide the fact that he was checking her out.
“Oh, hello, Rich,” she said, trying to sound as casual as possible, “How are you?”
“Good, good,” he said, nodding to himself as he looked at her body. Then, he looked into her eyes, as though remembering why he was there.
“Is Paul in?” he asked her.
“No, he’s away for a few days, did he not tell you?”
“No, he didn’t,” he smiled a half-smile that drove her wild, “I guess I’ve had a wasted journey, then.”
He looked into her eyes with that intensity that she had been dreaming of, and she felt as though he was waiting for her to say something. All that she had to do was make it happen.
“Well,” she said, “it doesn’t have to be wasted, does it?”
He smiled at her, and she was sure that they were on the same page.
“I guess not,” he said.
“Would you like to come in?”
“Absolutely.”
Her heart was racing. This was wrong. And yet, she wanted it. She was sure that he wanted it. Was there really anything wrong with that? With the two of them giving in to their desires?
She led him through to the kitchen. She was sure that his eyes would be on her ass as she walked in front of him. She was trying to work out how to proceed, what to do next.
She still didn’t have a plan as she turned to him.
“Anyway,” she began, but he was right there, right in front of her, taking her face in his hands softly and then leaning forward to kiss her.
She felt his lips push against hers, kissing her tenderly, a slow and passionate kiss.
Her arms went around behind his head. One of her hands went to the back of his head, her fingers pushing through that thick mess of hair.
His hands slid down to her bare shoulders, stroking her skin.
She broke off the kiss and looked into his eyes.
”We mustn’t,” she began, halfheartedly.
She didn’t get a chance to finish that thought as he was kissing her again, and this time there was a new intensity to the kiss as they both began to build up their passion for one another, their desire, finally unleashing something that had been deep inside them.
He broke off the kiss and looked into her eyes.
“I’ve wanted this since I first saw you,” he murmured, and then his kisses moved to her throat, his face buried there as though he wanted all of her, to be surrounded by her essence.
His hands went to her bare shoulders, stroking her soft skin, and then he was kissing one of them as well, licking at her, tasting her.
One of his hands then moved around to her back, moving down to that bare patch of skin, his fingers moving over it lightly, and then her hands went to his T-shirt, grabbing hold of it and pulling him to her, feeling his firm young body against her and then one of her hands went up beneath his top,
moving over his muscles.
His kisses moved back to her lips now, the two of them locked together.
One of his hands was still on her back, and now his other hand went to her waist, feeling more of her soft body, the tips of his fingers pushing up beneath the top, wanting to feel more of her.
His hand moved around to the front of her body, his thumb stroking the indentation of her belly button.
Her hand kept moving beneath his top while her other hand went to the back of his head, the fingers pushing through his hair again, feeling as though she was living out some forbidden fantasy of hers.
He broke off the kiss and looked into her eyes again. The hand on her waist went to her face, and the tip of one finger brushed over her lips before going to her chin.
“You sure that we won’t be disturbed?” he asked her.
“Absolutely. But let’s take this upstairs, anyway.”
She took hold of his hand then and led him upstairs. Her heart was racing. This was it - they were going to give in to their wildest fantasies with one another. She wondered if he had dreamed about this since he had first seen her, if he had fantasized about her naked body, about her wanting him.
She led him to the bedroom, and he followed obediently.
When they were there, she turned to him. She reached out and stroked his chest and his stomach through his T-shirt, looking down at his body as she did so. Then, she looked up into his eyes.
“Take it off,” she ordered him, and he was more than willing to do as he was told.
Smiling, he pulled his T-shirt up over his head.
She saw his toned body, and her desire reached a whole new level.
She reached out and stroked his body with both hands and then she grabbed his waist, pulling him to her, kissing him roughly as her hands moved ver his body, and then she bent down to his body kissing it, and then she bit his chest, close to one of his nipples,
causing him to let out a slight hiss of surprise and pain.
She looked up at him with a naughty little smile.
He looked at her with something like wonder, as though he had no idea what might happen next, and then he stroked her face.
She took hold of both of his hands and led him over to the bed.
She pushed him down onto it, and he pulled himself back onto the pillows.
He was looking up at her as though admiring his prize, and she was looking down at him, knowing that he was her prize, her toy, and that the fun was only just beginning.
She climbed onto the bed and crawled toward him.
She could feel that her top had fallen forward, and she was sure that he would be looking down her top, looking at her breasts hanging there.
Just how much could he see, she wondered.
She was sure that it would be just enough to leave him wanting more.
She stroked his chest, bent down to it, and licked it, her tongue moving from his stomach all the way up. Then, she moved even further and began to kiss him.
She felt one of his hands stroking her back, and then it ran further down, reaching to her ass and grabbing hold of it.
He squeezed her ass and then, perhaps as a small act of revenge, he spanked her as well. That only turned her on even more.
His hand then moved down to her thigh, stroking her supple, silky smooth flesh, and then his hand moved further up, sliding up till he found her panties.
She moved her body closer to his, and then she lifted up one of her legs so that she could straddle him.
She broke off their kiss and looked down into his face, wanting to see him as he was now, between her thighs, ready for her to have her fun.
She pushed her hair back and began to kiss him again. His hand slid up beneath her skirt and then went around behind her, grabbing hold of her ass, kneading it, massaging it.
His other hand went to her waist again, and now he moved the hand further up beneath her top, all the way to one of her breasts, grabbing hold of it. She thought about how big they would be, hanging down like that, how much he would be enjoying this moment.
She felt him squeezing her breast, and then she felt his thumb flicking at her nipple.
She broke off the kiss and raised herself up, looking down at him with a smile. His hand slid away from her breast, down to her waist, and then onto her thigh.