Sweet Ecstasy - One shots 1

The store bell rings as it does every morning when the first customer walks through the door. Hanna’s favorite part is watching each customer take a deep breath as the smell of her desserts welcomes them back.

Whenever she is working in her bakery, time flies by, and today is no exception. By the time she sees the clock she realizes it’s almost 4pm, her set time to rest.

“Thank you, my dear.”

“You’re welcome, Mrs. Ester. Come back soon.” She smiles at the diminutive old woman and she returns the gesture before heading out the door with a bag full of profiteroles filled with her matchless pastry cream.

She wipes her hand across her sweaty forehead as her eyes meet two blue orbs staring at her from the opposite end of the store. The man exudes a strange but addictive aura that makes Hanna feel even more heat coursing through her body. At every movement, the man follows her without losing sight of her.

He looks at her shoulders, the delicate shape of her body. Since the first time his eyes fell on her, not a night has gone by when his dreams weren’t flooded with erotic fantasies of this woman.

It wasn’t until today that Ian has decided to take his fantasies to more than that, but what if she refuses?

Hanna watches as the man becomes absorbed in his own thoughts and she decides to look some more. The man is attractive. Hanna can’t deny his sex appeal: broad shoulders, perfect waist, muscular arms and his ass. It’s an ass to lust after. Her mind wanders so much that inside her there can only be one thing. The image of whatever it is that’s hiding under those smooth pants.

She’s so absorbed in her own fantasies that she doesn’t notice when Ian crosses the space between them and plants himself in front of the display case.

“Hey.”

His voice catches her off guard. It’s deep and immediately she can feel the butterflies inside her stomach.

“Hey. Can I get you anything?”

“I was wondering when your break time was.”

She thinks about it for a moment. Will it be what she thinks he’s thinking? Will he ask her out or something of a more sexual origin?

Hanna looks at the clock. “Exactly ten minutes from now. Any particular reason?”

Ian reasons it out for a few seconds, thinking it might be a mistake to tell her, but in the end decides to follow the urge.

“I’d like to come when there’s no one in the store. Maybe spend some time, in private.”

Ian is about to dart away when a smile peeks around the edges of her luscious lips.

“I’ll be waiting.”

As the clock strikes 4pm and Hanna takes it upon herself to see the last customer off, she decides to leave the doors open to await her exquisite stranger. Something inside her trembles. If that’s what she’s thinking, then she has to keep her feelings in check.

It’s not that Hanna has never had sex with strangers. She has. Several times. And it’s been good sex, but it’s never escalated to a more late-night thing. And that’s what she’s hoping for this time.

When the bell rings behind her, she can’t help but tense her body, and when his hands roam her waist to turn her around, her heart leaps. The man is so attractive, with defined cheekbones, a straight nose, a sharp jaw and those lips. God, those lips look so soft, Hanna feels the urge to skip the foreplay and let those lips roam every inch of her body right there. But she fights that urge and just smiles. A little smile that Ian doesn’t understand why it’s making his insides burn with intensity. He glues his body to Hanna’s, cornering her against the display case and his cock grows hard at the contact with her.

“Hold it right there, cowboy. Unless you want half the city to see us, I’ve got to close the door to the store.”

As much as that idea pleases Ian, he steps aside to let her do her thing. For this afternoon, he wants her all to himself.

When she returns her hand entwines with his and guides him to behind the display cases and they pass through a double metal door to end up in a small kitchen. Several things catch Ian’s attention, giving him ideas to act out his most erotic fantasies with her.

Hanna leans against the metal table of her bakery and pulls Ian closer so she can fulfill her body’s demands. Their lips collide in a desperate kiss and their tongues dance around each other. Ian’s hands, meanwhile, explore the ground, feeling every muscle in her tiny body tense at his touch and when her lips emit a pleasurable moan, Ian can’t take it anymore.

“Strip.”

Hanna is surprised at the sudden change, but she likes it, so she does as he tells her. She lifts up her blouse and tosses it out of his reach, just in case her mind decides to regret it. But seeing it there, on his eyes, tasting her with his gaze, that thought disappears. Hanna knows that her bra is almost see-through, the fabric is not thick at all and the material has always been her favorite for those nights when she feels lonely and must give herself satisfaction. Before opening the clasp she thanks heaven that this man has shown up and she doesn’t have to do it alone. As the bra falls, Ian’s eyes light up with lust, but he doesn’t move.

“Go on.”

Hanna is in no hurry. Just the sight of Ian drowning in sexual desire makes her aroused, so she slides her hand down to the zipper of her pants and slowly pulls them off. When they are already on the floor, she goes to the edges of her panties, making the torture even greater for Ian.

Seeing her there, soaking the fabric, is hell. He wants to reach out and feel her, rip her panties off at once and penetrate her with his hard cock. But he waits until she single-handedly slides them down her long legs and tosses them away.

“Get on the table.”

She does so, allowing him a little glimpse of her wet spot. And when Hanna lies down completely on the cold table she stays still as a doll, waiting for her master to decide to play with her a little. And she doesn’t have to wait long. Ian reaches between her legs and rolls them over his hips. He reaches down and takes a sleeve of icing between his hands. He moves and places sweet icing all over her naked body, on her neck, her breasts, her stomach and her thighs. When he is done, he lingers for a few minutes admiring his artwork. She stretches out a hand to make sure she’s not dreaming, but when he smears a little icing on her hips she trembles and moans in protest.

Feeling him so close, yet so far away is making Hanna go crazy. She is about to protest again, when Ian pulls her closer to him and his mouth begins to lick her neck. It feels good, but it’s not enough. The feel of his hard cock against her wet pussy is sensational and the image of her fluids drenching his pants excites her even more. He moves down and his mouth is against one of her pink nipples, he sucks and licks the frosting and Hanna lets out a low moan, enjoying the feel of his tongue against her now erect nipple. He moves to the other and does the same, while Hanna concentrates on massaging her area against his hardness. He grunts.

“Patience. I can’t concentrate if you do that.”

“Then hurry up.”

Ian doesn’t wait. He gives each nipple a kiss and maybe a nibble on one, making Hanna squeal with arousal, as he reaches down and licks the rest of the frosting up her thighs. He lifts her hips, holding her round ass over his huge hands to give her the support she needs and bites one thigh. Hanna enjoys it and her juices let Ian know it, awakening something inside him that he didn’t think existed. His inner animal attacks her wet lips and his tongue inserts itself into her. Hanna cries out in pleasure and her hips begin to pump his tongue. Ian moves his hand and squeezes Hanna’s clit to give her full satisfaction, massaging her while his tongue continues its work. When she comes, he sucks her juices, surprised at how good they taste, addictive.

Hanna moans again, imploring the stranger to hurry up and fuck her. Just imagining it is not enough. She has to feel it.

Ian agrees. He pulls down his pants and lets out his needy, throbbing member. Hanna looks at it. It’s huge. Not like any she’s ever seen or had inside her.

She’s so desperate to have it, she stands up when she sees Ian opening the condom as slowly as possible. She snatches it from him and unrolls it to his full length herself. When she finishes she intends to lie down again, but Ian’s hands catch her from behind and pull her closer to him. Her ass is on the edge of the table so she has to use her legs to support herself. Ian grabs one of her legs and wraps it around his waist again to give access to his penis inside her. Hanna takes a gasp of air that comes out as a squeal of pain and lust as Ian penetrates her hard. It hurts because her walls are not used to his size and even though her juices helped lubricate, Hanna doesn’t feel like they were enough. Ian pulls out of her and tries again, inserting himself further inside. They both moan, but Hanna feels herself going crazy.

“You’re so tight. Tell me when to stop.”

But she doesn’t want him to stop. She wants him to go in even further, so she places her other leg is his hip and spreads her legs to give him full access. Ian grunts at her invitation and pumps his cock in and out of her until at last his lips reach the base and his balls slap against her ass. But he doesn’t stop. He does it faster and harder to hear Hanna cry out. She feels it all. His hardness and the throbbing between her walls. With each thrust Hanna’s breasts bounce, making Ian despair and quicken his pace. He feels himself close and when Hanna’s juices flow back out from her orgasm, he comes inside her. Hanna’s legs lose strength and her whole body trembles with ecstasy as he comes, and something inside her is disappointed when she remembers that the condom got all his delicious jizz and not her.

Ian pulls out of her and guides her to lie down again, now face down. The cold metal prickling her erect nipples.When Ian puts his hands on her ass and spreads them apart, opening her legs as well, he gives her pussy a little peek, the skin of her labia swollen and throbbing before inserting himself back inside her from behind. Hanna moans and seconds later, another orgasm threatens to break her. Ian fucks her with intensity and desire, his balls now slapping against her clit and slamming her body against the table. His desire is so intense that Hanna comes again at the same time he does.

They both lie still, him still inside her, and Hanna clings to the table, wishing time would stop, but her gaze falls on the kitchen wall clock.

Crap.

“Five minutes left to reopen the store.”

“I’ll take that as a challenge. I’ll make you have the best orgasm of your life, cupcake.”

Oh yeah. Hanna thinks so too. And when Ian pulls his cock out of her to get a new condom, she knows round two will be the best of her life.