Unexpected
He stood on the edge of a crowded function room, trying to avoid the inevitable. Tonight was the quarterly company cocktail party. This was an event to schmooze the clients, to thank them for their business, and to bring potential clients on board. He was there against his will. Pressing the flesh with clients wasn’t isn’t his style. He explained the fact to his boss, but he knew that avoiding it would not look good. He preferred to do business in a more subdued environment. It was too loud, the guests made the most of the open bar, and he had been hit on by co-workers too often.
He did play the corporate sales game very well, making a six-figure salary including commissions, but he wasn’t the typical sales hound. He was tall, late 40′s, with dark hair and just enough gray around the temples to give him a distinguished aire. He often wondered how a guy from rural New England made his way to the corporate rat race. He was a jeans-and-boots man, but he cleaned up very nicely for special occasions. Tonight, he was dressed casually in a black blazer, crisp white shirt with an open collar, blue-black jeans and black Italian loafers. The board of directors had no problem with his style. He could walk around in his birthday suit, for all they cared, as long as he continued to bring in big-spending clients with long-term contracts. Some of his female co-workers wished he would.
When she entered the room, she caught his eye almost instantaneously. She had a presence; someone who couldn’t - or wouldn’t – be ignored. She made her way to the bar, striding confidently across the room. She knew she had instantly caught the eye of every man in the room. It was so cliche, but so true. She was impeccably dressed; her teal silk blouse was one button away from scandal, the fabric draping her full breasts and slender torso. The black skirt with a discreet side slit accentuated her luscious curves and her stiletto heels enhanced her long legs. She was the complete package – elegant, confident, in charge.
He watched her for a while, creating wonderfully naughty scenarios in his head. The thought of discovering the depths of her passion aroused him, bringing his manhood to attention. Now it was a matter of figuring out how to get close to this gorgeous creature. It was a matter of how or where. When the Director of Sales grabbed his arm and told him there was someone he had to meet, he unintentionally was taking care of “how”. Imagine the surprise when his boss led him directly to her. She held a similar position with a cosmetics conglomerate. Her purpose was the search of new packaging ideas for a new line debuting in the Fall. Once they laid eyes on each other, she knew that he was just the man with the right package for her. There was no ignoring the sparks between them. They could light up the room with the electricity they generated. They talked a little business, their conversation flowed easily. All the while, their eyes never left each other. Instead of networking all night, they isolated themselves in a corner, talking and flirting. Their conversation became spiced with innuendo. She played with the choker of pearls that lay delicately against her alabaster skin and dropped her gaze to check out his body. She was felt the raw, unadulterated lust at her core. and he was the perfect man to release it. The moist folds of her pussy pulsed, she longed for his tongue to lick the honey that soaked her thong. Oh, yes…I do want him to fuck me, she thought.
But not tonight. She remembered from their conversation that he loved the ocean. “Why don’t you come out to my place tomorrow night? I’m in Cape Elizabeth – you DO know how to get there?” He knew where she lived. It was an exclusive gated community, way out of his league. He was more a cabin-by-the-lake man, but he loved the ocean equally and appreciated what this development gave its residents both beachfront and inland lots, with unprecedented privacy. The lots were five acres for a reason: to keep nosy neighbors well beyond arms length. She gave him her hastily scribbled phone number. She began to walk away, but she stopped, as if she had forgotten an important detail. She leaned in over his shoulder and whispered, “Call me if you get lost. I look forward to tomorrow night”, then she playfully nibbled the lobe of his ear. A sign of things to come, he thought. He wasn’t sure if he could wait that long.
Neither did she.
He had been waiting for twenty minutes and was not used to waiting for his date. His car is parked across the street from her house, waiting for her to return home. He checked his watch. Time was moving too slowly for his liking. He tried to imagine what excitement lay in store. He checked his watch again. As he watched the night sky his mind wandered back to the night before and the woman he was waiting for. Before his mind wandered too far, he saw her Lexus turn into the driveway and into the garage. About time, he said to himself. When she emerged ahead of the slowly closing garage door, she stopped and stood at the edge of the lawn, hands on hips, watching him slide out of his jet-black Porsche 911 Carrera. He was dressed in a crisp pair of chinos, a short-sleeved linen shirt, and calfskin loafers with no socks. He had been to the gym, and his hair was still wet from the shower. I like his style, she thought as he stood by the car. She moved towards him with feline grace and he marveled at her long legs. They seemed to go on forever, holding him in a hypnotic state for a few moments as he imagined them wrapped around his body. She asked if he’d been waiting very long. “Not really”, he responded, having been jolted from his naughty daydream.
As they entered the house, his attention was immediately drawn to the fountain in the huge entryway. The sound of bubbling water cascading down the rocks was calming, a soothing start to the evening. As he watched the huge orange and black koi swimming throughout the basin, he heard her call from the kitchen, offering him a beer. She suggested he meet her on the patio overlooking the ocean. He walked through the living room towards the balcony, pausing momentarily. Her tastes in furniture were contemporary, almost minimalist. He stepped onto the patio and breathed deeply. There was a hint of an ocean breeze cooling the sultry night. The sky was full of stars and the air filled with the sound of breaking waves, a peaceful respite from the corporate world. There were advantages to having a home far away from the city lights. There was privacy on three sides and a fabulous ocean view was another. ”I hope you like Heineken”, she called. He turned around in time to see her slink her way towards him.
While she was away, she had changed into a knee-length teal silk robe. ”I’m home now”, she said, “I want to be comfortable. I hope you don’t mind.” Mind? He began to imagine what lay beneath the robe. She handed him his glass of beer, their fingers lightly brushed as her took it. Her green eyes seemed illuminated reflecting the full moon, and his gaze never left them. ”A toast. Here’s to surprises”. ”I’m for that”, he exclaimed as their glasses touched. They engaged in small talk for a while, then paused, turning to look at the moon dancing on the bay. The view was different than the forest views from his back porch. The sound of the waves, just a hundred yards off the balcony, had a hypnotic quality that made the stress of the day melt away. The salt air filled his lungs, immediately invigorating him. He also knew that she was watching him, and behind those blue eyes she had trouble on her mind. Standing there in the soft moonlight, her auburn hair tossed by the freshening breeze, and the fullness of her breasts barely hidden by her silk robe, he knew he had to have her. He was drawn to her in a primal way, her body was the inspiration for those naughty thoughts, thoughts that took him to places unimaginable.
As he looked at her standing at the railing, he could feel his manhood swell with desire. Her body was sending him a message, and his gut and his groin were telling him to take her. She had turned her body slightly, her back to him. He couldn’t resist caressing her silken shoulders, his hands moving across her shoulders and down her arms, then slowly moving across and around her waist. He pulled her close, taking in her fragrance, and began kissing her neck. The sensation of his lips on her skin made her moan. His tongue drew a thin, wet line from behind her ear and traveling down her neck. She could feel his thick package pressing into her ass and felt her own desires begin to rise. She quivered as his hands caressed her shoulders. Her breathing became ragged from excitement. His strong arms encircled her waist, pulling her closer. She felt his hot breath against the cool skin of her neck. Pulling her hair aside he to nibble She moaned softly. Still exploring her neck with his lips, his hands began to wander up her stomach toward her breasts. He lightly ran his hands over the silk robe and brushed his fingers over her nipples, feeling them harden immediately.
His gentle touch left her breathless as he slowly loosened the belt of her robe, giving him access to her gently sloping breasts. She could feel her nipples harden as his hands messaged her breasts, his thumb sweeping across each nub causing her to groan. It would’ve been easy for her to orgasm from his touch. His fingers slowly danced across her firm belly and down to her hips, lightly caressing her. She could feel the electricity, the intense passion spreading from the moist folds of her pussy all through her torso. She could take him right now, she was so wet. She turned to face him, feeling his hardened manhood bulging against his pants. Finally, their lips met in a passionate morphing of skin and saliva. His tongue gently parted her lips and mingled with hers. Her eager hands rubbed him through the heavy fabric and she moaned. His forceful but gentle hands opened her robe and began to caress her breasts. Her soft pillows cupped in his hands felt divine. Slowly, he began rolling her nipples between his finger thumb and she felt the electricity pulsing through her core. The robe slid off her shoulders but she was oblivious to the pool of silk at her feet. Her hands were ready to claim him as her own. She grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it over and off his body in one swift motion. She fumbled with his belt while his hands ripped her thong off her hips with one quick tug. Off came the loafers, the stilettos, the chinos - they fell back onto the oversized double chaise lounge chair, consumed with passion.
Their mouths met again, passionate lips wet with desire, mashing into each other. She felt his rod pressing hard against her thigh. She purred – her kitty wanted him deep in her. First, she wanted to taste him and feel the fullness of him penetrating her mouth. Her lips began the slow, sensuous path to the root of his manhood. Down his neck and across his chest, stopping to nibble and suck his nipples, making him gasp for breath. Her hands blazed the trail as they slid across his hardened abs, her tongue drawing a thin wet line down to his groin. She reached down and took his shaft in her hand. She marveled at his size, his girth, the thickness of the head. It was perfect and it was hers – for now.
She slowly took him in her mouth. The fullness of the head slid over and past her lips as she slowly took him into her mouth until she took him all. Her soft mouth and tongue found all his sensitive places. His ran his fingers through her auburn tresses, groaning as her tongue slid along the ridge of the head and sending him closer to orgasm. Sensing he was dangerously close to orgasm, she released him. But the beast had been freed and he was ready to take her.
It happened in a flash – he quickly turned her over onto her stomach, the roundness of her ass rising up from the lounge. She moved her ass with a gentle sway, inviting him to take her. He spread her slightly and took her from behind, his cock fully in command. She cried out – a combination lustful scream and surprised yelp. His cock was magnificent, she thought, as he plunged deeper into her with each stroke. The Beast was on the loose and Beauty took all he had to offer. Pushing into him as his rod filled her, she could sense their passions were in synch and their bodies became one, frantic and primal. They were lust personified.
But it was the connection he wanted. The spiritual oneness created when two hearts beat as one. Lust had its time; he was ready for love.
He pulled out and sat back on the lounge. She turned over and looked at him, confused at the sudden interruption. When she gazed into his face she saw that the beast was no more. It had been replaced with a more serene confidence. He reached out to her and beckoned her closer. The fingers loosely mingled and they touched each other. Their eyes locked on the other in a deep soulful gaze. Suddenly, it wasn’t about control or domination. It was about connection and the passion that comes from a deeper place. He slowly pulled her to him and they embraced. He was overcome with an energy he’d never experienced. It appeared when they came together, one arm across her shoulder and a hand across the small of her back, the energy flowed from deep within. He looked into her eyes. “Can you feel that?”, he asked. She paused for a moment. She felt something but trying to describe the sensation was a challenge. “I feel something. Sort of like a warm glow deep in my belly, but it’s moving outward. I’ve never felt it before.” She knew this was something special.
She sensed that this connection had deeper meaning that would grow and intensify. He sensed it, too, although he never expected it tonight. He never expected it at all, but looking at her he knew he couldn’t deny it. One simple leap of faith would confirm it. “Come over here.” He sat up with his legs spread open. She was skeptical about his intentions but she trusted him. They were still holding hands when he guided her to his lap. He had her sit facing him, her legs straddling him and they came together. She felt his cock penetrate her as she pulled herself closer. Her legs wrapped around his waist and he moved deeper inside her. He could tell that she was uncertain about this union, so he wrapped his arms around her shoulders and waist, completing this soulful intercourse.
Once they were in place, their eyes met once again and they met with a gentle kiss. They again found the intense passion that first brought them together. Now, it was more intimate than they expected. They slowly began to rock back and forth, enraptured, the motion creating a blissful penetration of his manhood. She could feel the waves of pleasure begin to move through her. She knew that no other man had created feelings remotely similar to those coursing through her body, and she was unprepared for this moment. But she knew that there was something moving between them that created a single force. As they continued to move, their kisses became deeper and their embrace became consuming. He was deep inside her, his cock rubbing against the engorged walls of her pussy. As the rocking became more intense, the motion created a heightened feeling of pleasure. “Hold me tighter”, she whispered in his ear, “take me with you”. He felt the heat from her core as their bodies moved in unison. Their arms remained wrapped tightly around each other as they began to feel the tremors of pleasure overtake them. “Stay with me”, he whispered before kissing her. The kisses were full of passion and increasingly urgent. She could feel herself grinding herself into him as they rocked with greater intensity. The tremors became waves moving non-stop. She continued to ride him as she threw back her head, her cries released to the night. Her body was filled with the most exquisite orgasm she’d ever experienced. Not long after she came, he felt the intensity reach its pinnacle and he came with her, filling her with his seed. His cries of primal desire co-mingled with hers as they continued to rock each other into a state of never-ending bliss.
They continued to hold each other long after the pleasure ceased. A contented “mmmm” would occasionally spill over their lips as they basked in the heat of heir lovemaking. He would spend the night and they would make love again. The following morning found him with his arms cradling her as they slowly awoke. Something wonderful and powerful had been given to them. A unexpected gift for which they were grateful.
