Chapter 1
Part 1
She looked shyly at the young man, who was unabashedly looking her up and down. She noticed his eyes flicker from her breasts to her hips, then center between her thighs. She wondered if he could see her furrows; if so, what had her brother called them? The ‘cameltoe’ was visible to the man. She decided to look in a mirror at her first opportunity.
She felt her nipples stiffen.
Then she thought about her husband and how jealous he would get if he saw another male look at her that way.
She felt a tingle in her tummy. The sensation confused her. Why did knowing that her husband got jealous when other men looked at her make her tummy tingle? She felt the tingle again, but stronger. She deliberately pulled her shoulders back, knowing that doing so would make her boobs look larger and stick out further, more provocatively. She watched his eyes as they seemed to bug out. He grinned at her as his eyes seemed to glow.
Her nipples stiffened further.
His eyes were staring now, not even seeming to just look occasionally.
Her tummy felt like a dozen or maybe two dozen butterflies were fluttering about. There seemed to be a tickling tingle in her “cameltoe” now. She grinned impishly at the man, still watching his eyes.
Then she felt her eyes dash down to sneak a quick look at his crotch. When she realized what she had done, she blushed brilliant red.
His grin got wider and bolder. Damn, you’re a hot woman!” he said.
She grinned, then turned to join her girlfriend in the line at the coffee shop.
She stood facing the order counter. She gasped when she felt a thumb graze her butt. She turned to see that the man she had grinned at was standing right behind her. She blushed but smiled shyly at him again.
She turned back to her girlfriend. The man put his hand right on her buttock and squeezed slightly, as though checking to see how firm her butt was. Then she felt his crotch pressing against her buttocks.
His cock was obviously hard! She gasped slightly, her mind suddenly focused on her upwelling desire. She realized that she was as giddy as she had been on her wedding night a few years before.
She turned around and whispered, “I’m married!” She raised her left hand and showed him her wedding and engagement rings.
“No problemo,” he replied in a soft, sexy voice. “All the better, you sexy MILF! God, I want to fuck you! You are the sexiest woman I have ever seen in here! Give me your phone number so I can call you! What’s your name, anyway, so I can say your name while I jerk off as I pretend I am fucking that sexy married cunt of yours!”
She glanced at her girlfriend to see if she was listening. She didn’t seem to be. Another glance behind her confirmed that he was staring at her as he still pressed his erection against her ass. Julia,” she whispered.
He put his hand on her hip. Then his hand seemed to move around her hip toward her front. “God, let me touch that cunt of yours, you sexy woman!” His hand continued to slide forward. She held her breath as his fingers slid lower and then, shortly thereafter, caressed her cleft. “OH GOD! I have to fuck your cunt, baby!” he said hoarsely. His fingers seemed to actually press in between her lips.
Just then, the barista asked what they wanted to drink. They stepped forward, ordered, stepped aside to watch their coffees being made, then went to a two person table in the corner to chat.
Her hand was shaking as she drank her coffee. She had never felt as turned on as she did right then.
Part 2
Julia was fidgety all afternoon. She waited anxiously for her husband to come home. When he did, she met him at the front door and immediately started kissing him. Her passionate hands moved to his belt, and soon she had him standing in full erect glory in their front foyer.
She sank to her knees and devoured his penis, making noises of need as she suckled.
Her husband did not know what to think. His wife had never done this sort of thing before, at least not with him. He watched her face, full of lust for his cock. He noticed that somehow she had taken his dick all the way into her throat! That was a first! An all-time first for him.
Then, just when he was thinking of turning his sexy wife around and entering her properly, he came. He couldn’t stop himself. His sudden orgasm simply overwhelmed him, cascading over him unexpectedly.
He could see his wife swallowing hard and fast, trying her best to accept his creamy gift without spilling even one precious droplet.
When his member shrank quickly, she looked up at him, her face conveying her disappointment. Her still-suckling mouth began to cause his glans pain. He tried to pull away, but she held him fast, still wanting to make him hard again so she could feel him inside her.
The mounting sensitivity of his penis overwhelmed him, and he yanked his cock back by pulling his hips away. Her teeth scraped his cockhead painfully. He yelped.
The look on her face broke his heart. “I’m sorry, honey! It just felt really sensitive after you gave me that wonderful blowjob.”
Julia had not intended to give her husband a BJ. She just wanted him hard so he would do her and help her over the top. Now she was really frustrated. Her lower belly felt like it was alive, needy, and demanding.
She tried several times that evening to get him excited again, but he simply could not get hard.
She had a hard time going to sleep. She kept thinking of the man in the coffee shop, how he had touched her, and how she had let him touch her. She rehearsed every word he had uttered time after time as she visualized his touches. His words made her feel very sexual.
Julia realized that she was going to have to get some toys to help her take the edge off when her husband couldn’t keep up. Like tonight.
Using her hairbrush, she fantasized about him moving his hand inside her dress, his hand sliding into her blouse armhole to fondle her breasts and tweak her nipples, his cock nudging her bunny outside her panties, then his hand pulling her panties aside and sliding slowly past her lips, feeling him slide within her, then socket cozily inside her. His gorgeous, hard prick was naked and pumping inside her when she exploded.
Her orgasm awakened her husband. She pretended she was asleep as she fought to breathe shallowly.
She dreamed of her fantasy lover that night. He had no face, only hands and an erection, but it was enough. She awoke fully aroused.
But her husband had already left for work.
Part 3
Julia lay there, looking at the ceiling.
Her hands tingled. Her belly felt full of tickly butterflies. Her bunny seemed to desperately need touching. As she recalled the enticing encounter with a stranger’s touch, a slight desire emerged within her to tenderly brush against her outer lips.
She closed her eyes and visualized how it had felt as his breath caressed her ear as he spoke. His mouth had been so close to her ear. Her cleft was so tingly.
Just one touch, and then she would go to the shower . . . a cold shower at that. She promised herself . . . just one . . . soft . . . gentle . . . languid . . . caress.
She decided that since she could only touch herself once, she would make the most of that caress. Her fingertips grazed her neck, almost like a kiss from his lips.
A tiny circle of her fingertip, maybe a dallying of his gentle kiss; the gentleness made her skin tingle.
Her fingertip slid slowly downward, finding that subtle line of change where her breast began to swell outward from her rib cage. Softly, she traced that contour of ripeness, feeling the resilience of her breast tissue beneath her skin. At the bottom of her breast, her finger stopped its slow circular motion, then moved upward and over the hemisphere to the rigid truculence of her turgid nipple. She circled her nipple several times, forcing herself to move slowly, like she was sure he would if he were exploring her body.
Then her finger traveled slowly downward again across the valley of her breasts, then up the hillock of her other breast. Her fingers pinched her nipple, then tweaked it, plucking at it several times. She twisted the nubbin, determined to satisfy the urgent, randy itch within it.
Instead of making her nipple less urgently sensitive, it made her whole body desire more stimulation.
As she fondled her own body with both hands, unbidden, her fingers again teased and tweaked her nipples. She tugged at them, pulling them roughly away from her bosom, causing her breasts to tent. Her breasts became twin cones.
Her buttocks seem to crave a caress. She began writhing against the soft sheets beneath her. Her bunny felt a burgeoning need for penetration. She found herself fantasizing that her opening was being plied with his enviable thickness; his hips drove his need forward. She felt his eagerness sliding into her, a nice stretching, to be pleasured mercilessly by a man who would simply take his own pleasure in her body.
She grimaced as her fantasy lover drove full depth into her. She spread her legs wide, then, in an act of utter submission to him, pulled her knees up and under her arms to give that sexy man his way with her. Her mound was his to use now. She held her vaginal lips open, encouraging his use, wanting him to take her gift.
Julia groaned. It was not enough! She needed penetration. She needed fulfillment.
She could not stop her fingers as they dove into her cleft. ‘Oh god, yes!’ she moaned. Then she heard her own voice: “Fuck my cunt! Fuck my cunt and cum in me! Fuck me and cum in me! Bury your cum deep in me. Fill my womb with your cum!”
Julia began to frantically massage that special inner place that brought her so much pleasure when her husband somehow hit it. Her other hand was brutal to her titties, tugging and twisting her nipples, grasping her breast, and squeezing it hard.
She realized happily that she was now three-fingering her own opening. “Yessssssssss! Fuck my cunt! Fuck me hard and fuck me deep, and oh godddddddddddddd!”
Julia began to cum. Her lover was pounding her hard, slamming his hips into hers as he fucked her cunt harder than any man had before this. He was driving her hips into the mattress with every pounding stroke, possessing her, and fucking her randy, slutty cunt!
. . .
Julia was late for work. She had actually passed out and not awakened in time to shower and then drive to her job in a timely manner.
After calling in sick for the morning, she had not been able to take her shower without turning the massage sprayer onto her clittie and forcing herself to have two more mind-shattering orgasms.
Even with that sort of erotic activity, Julia still saw only her fantasy lover’s lopsided grin as she drove. Again, she felt his hand on her cleft, pulling her dress up and pushing her panties aside as everyone watched him take advantage of her weakness for him.
On a whim, knowing she was late for work anyway, she pulled into the coffee shop.
He was there!
Part 4
Julia sat in her car, trying to gather her courage. She knew that if she went into the coffee shop, she would probably be groped by the hunk she knew was in there. And she admitted to herself, guiltily, that she wanted him to touch her in inappropriate ways. Her whole body craved his masculine touch.
She realized she was actually fantasizing about his hands roaming across her buttocks. She even thought about what it would feel like if he took her back out to her car and insisted on making out with her in her back seat, his hands fondling the girls, first over her bra, and then his hands, his big, strong hands, moved under her bra and touched her nipples. He would then run his hand up under her dress and discover she had put on her slinky little hot pink bikini underwear.
Julia opened her eyes and realized that her legs were widely spread to permit her gorgeous fantasy lover to have his erotic way with her. She pulled her thighs together so fast that her knees collided painfully. Her cheeks flushed in embarrassment.
She tried to see through the darkened windows of the coffee shop, wondering what he was wearing today. God! Her panties seemed to stimulate her every time she moved. Maybe she should rub herself down there. Just a little bit. Just enough to regain her sanity. Her finger slipped inside her panties. Her hips seemed to move toward her finger, craving its tender, intimate touch and grinding as it came in contact with her digit. Julia closed her eyes and gave in to her need.
She had a splendid orgasm. She lay there in her car, her thighs still widely spread, breathing deeply, her eyes still closed.
When she opened her eyes, “he” was standing outside her car, looking down at her through the driver’s side window, grinning lasciviously.
Julia felt her eyes glance at his crotch. Even as she chastised herself for looking at his equipment, she noticed that he had a very large bulge in his pants. She blushed bright red as her eyes inexplicably stayed locked on his bulging groin.
He moved his hand in a circular motion, instructing her to roll her window down.
Her hand moved to the down button even as she asked herself, ‘What the heck am I doing? My husband would kill me if he found out I was doing this with a stranger!’
As soon as the window was down, the hunk leaned nonchalantly on his elbows against the door of her car. “Hey sexy! Thanks for the show! You are undoubtedly the sexiest woman in this town! You just proved that beyond any reasonable doubt.”
Julia was mortified that he had caught her jilling. Jilling in a parking lot, no less! What possessed her?
“Don’t be embarrassed, pretty lady. A woman as gorgeous as you should be able to get all the sex she wants without having to get yourself off. I would love to help you with your needs. I hope I am not being too forward with you.”
Julia glanced again at his crotch. What would he feel like inside her? How long and how thick would his manhood be? How long would he last? Long enough, unlike her husband’s old two-minute-quickie husband.
Julia thought about her husband’s inability to meet her needs the night before. Julia thought about how this man made her feel. Julia thought about how indecently needy she was feeling. Julia thought about how much she needed to feel a man touching her right now, telling her she was sexy, pretty, and desirable.
He smiled at her. What a gorgeous smile! So masculine!
“Tell you what, pretty lady, I am going to get in that dark blue Porsche right over there. I am going to drive straight to my condo and hope like hell that you are following me every inch of the way. Then I am going to take your hand, lead you to my bedroom, and make passionate love to you for the rest of the day. I want you so damn bad, you sexy, gorgeous woman!”
And true to his word, he did exactly that.
The End.
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