The blue dress and the thunderstorm [MF]

“I’d like to suggest a trade. You buy me a drink. I’ll tell you you’re cute and give you my number. I’m Carla.”

The voice had been unfamiliar, and unexpected, that night. It had taken me a moment to realize the flirtatious shot had been fired in my direction.

“Bold intro, but I like it. Nice to meet you, Carla” I had responded, offering a smile and my own name as I noticed her striking dark hair, dark eyes, and curves. She would later tell me she was part-Mediterranean and part-Mexican. It was a unique mash-up but worked just fine!

My path had fortuitously crossed with Carla’s years ago in a busy college-town dive bar as I drifted away from drunk friends on a Saturday night and waited by the bar for my next drink. Little did I know Carla was preparing to give me a summer I’ll never forget.

Drinks were ordered. A clink of the glasses was had. The flirtatious banter came effortlessly. And her tell became instantly apparent – she was a lip biter. Carla wasn’t destined to dominant a poker table anytime soon.

“So why don’t you seem eager to head back to your friends?” she eventually pried.

“Truth is, most of them aren’t really my friends. The tall guy over there, it’s a bachelor party for him. His fiancée is one of my girlfriend’s best friends.”

“Oh, you have a girlfriend? What a shame. I guess making out is out of the question then” she fired back looking coy, forlorn, and mischievous all at once.

“I never said that” I responded with a wink, “but of course we shouldn’t be making out in front of them” I said motioning to my drunken bar mates.

After another drink, and plenty of eager conversation, numbers were discreetly exchanged, a promise to reconnect was made, and she left me with a memorable parting shot, “since you’re busy tonight, I’m going to find someone else to fuck and then I’m going to text you about it later to make you jealous.”

I remember being floored, and remarkably aroused, by her confidence. Carla was fire to be sure, but who was I to turn down a good time with amazing tits?

In the wee morning hours I had finally made it home, discovering my girlfriend, Molly, out like a light in our bed. Clearly the bachelorette festivities that night had gotten the best of her.

As I slipped into bed that night, my phone lit up. A text from Carla that read simply, “I’m a woman of my word.”

What followed a moment later was a half dozen photos of Carla, naked, and in a slew of compromising positions with an unidentified suitor. Her amazing ass bent over the side of a bed getting pounded from behind. Her sucking his cock and smiling for the camera. Her atop him, surely with him deep inside her, hair cascading down.

At that moment, I had found lust. Carla was playing a high-stakes game and I was all-in.

The only relief I found that night was to kiss sleepy Molly’s neck and shoulders, lovingly announcing my return and waking her just enough to bury my throbbing erection inside her.

———

For the next two weeks, the flirtation with Carla escalated.

“How much more than normal have you been fucking your girlfriend since you met me?” she would ask, shamelessly making it known she wanted to be the alpha female in my world.

Before things could boil over I was able to share some good news with Carla. “The girlfriend is flying out Thursday night to visit family for a week if you want to get together after I drop her off.”

“Absolutely. But we need drinks first or it might be a short night” she had replied.

———

We had agreed on a time and place, choosing a spot not far from the airport. As I strolled in, she was already in a booth in the back corner of the restaurant.

Carla got up to greet me showing off the blue sundress she’d chosen. With her heels we were nearly eye to eye, which added an extra touch of intensity to the moment. Her hug hello had been punctuated by a not-so-quick kiss planted on my neck, just below my ear. I still recall the surge of electricity that kiss sent through me.

As the drinks flowed, the sexual tension went into the stratosphere and the hours passed. We sat next to each other in the spacious booth allowing our hands to wander.

As my watch indicated Molly’s plane had left town, I felt a weight lift and a desire to escalate the situation with Carla take hold. The check came and was paid in record time.

As we got up from the table, it became quickly clear we had made a critical error – in the pre-Uber days. Neither of us were sober enough to drive to her place or to mine. Another complication was the hellacious thunderstorm beginning to let loose just outside the restaurant doors.

We made our way as quickly as possible to my car – nothing more than a modest sedan – getting half soaked in just seconds.

Laughing at our misfortune with the rain and catching our breath, Carla ordered, “get us away from this restaurant and find us a place to park immediately.”

As luck would have it, just a hundred yards away – across the huge parking lot – was a hotel with plenty of spots where we could be out of the way. As I parked the car, turned off the lights, and killed the engine, Carla pounced.

Kissing for the first time, the connection was instant and strong. Our tongues playfully danced while she slipped off her heels and deftly climbed over the center divider, landing in my lap. The car offered little in the way of ample space or comfort, but that did not matter. Thunder, lightning, and rain hammered down outside the car, providing all the privacy we could have hoped for.

Carla’s chest rested against mine. Her long hair draped down creating an intimate space where our lips could meet. Her scent was intoxicating in its uniqueness as it reminded me this was definitely not Molly my body was craving.

My hands cradled the back of Carla’s neck and just behind her ears as the frantic, lustful kissing continued. She grinded her hips, bringing me to full arousal and leaving the zipper of my pants begging for relief.

“I fingered myself at work twice today thinking about what I was going to do to you” she whispered in my ear before biting my earlobe playfully.

I quickly discovered sweet Carla had nothing at all under that blue dress. Given her love of all things coital, I shouldn’t have been surprised.

As she straddled me and we continued to kiss, I found her clit with my thumb and began to rub. It wasn’t long before she was burying her head into my chest and convulsing against my thumb. Several rounds of this and I could wait no longer.

“Let me get these pants off. If I don’t fuck you soon, I may die” I told her.

I was throbbing. I was intoxicated. I was overwhelmed with my attraction to her and a rush from knowing Molly was fully unaware of my current, illicit predicament.

Carla momentarily shifted back to the passenger seat, giving me an opportunity to slip off my shoes and shimmy off my pants and boxers as best I could. I pulled a condom from a pocket only to be met with, “you don’t need that if you don’t want. I’m on birth control.”

As my foolish youth tossed it aside, Carla returned to the straddling position and was quick to impale herself on me while the storm continued to rage outside. The fit inside her was divine.

She held on to the back of my seat, using it to pull herself slowly up and down, hair cascading down just as I’d seen in those salacious pics a couple weeks before.

“You’re going to think about me for a long time to come when you go back to fucking your girlfriend” she antagonized. It was clear Carla, like I, was getting off on the taboo nature of our tryst.

We quickly found our rhythm in the steamy car. The cramped nature of the front seat only amplified the intimacy. I pulled the blue dress off her shoulders, kissing along her collarbone before burying my face in her chest.

She grinded. I thrust.

I thrust. She quivered.

“God damn it, you feel incredible inside me. Please promise me we will be doing this again.”

Carla knew how to fuck.

Saying that Carla’s enthusiasm for fucking me was hot was, also, a comical understatement.

Soon we reached a nearly perfect mutual climax. Me exploding inside her. Her shaking atop me as I embraced her. We had both long since forgotten we were in a hotel parking lot.

After a moment, she shifted back again to the passenger seat. Her hair a mess and the blue dress mostly gathered around her waist, I felt pride in the work I’d done leaving a beautiful woman so disheveled.

I slipped my boxers back on. We caught our breath for a few minutes, smiling and periodically leaning in to share a kiss.

As I began to pull my pants from the floorboard, Carla stopped me, “don’t you dare put those on. And don’t you dare think of going anywhere.”

I froze.

Carla leaned in close, whispering, “I’m going to suck your cock til you’re ready to go and we’re going to do that again.”

The thunderstorm continued to rage. And Carla continued to get her way until we were both sober enough to say our goodbyes.

———

This was the first of a number of Carla encounters that summer…

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