Unfinished erotic story

She walked inside the restaurant, her coat folded gently over her arms. The sounds of her own breath drawing in overshadowed the loud beats of her heart. It was all she could hear, all she could feel. Nothing could distract her from the noise. She entered a tunnel, far away from her she could hear the faint sounds in the distance of dishes banging against one another, and voices were muffled. Maybe she was making it up because she was tuning it out. She nervously twisted her long hair at her shoulders like she always did when she needed something to do with her hands. As she fidgeted with the ends she realized she was absentmindedly drifting off somewhere else. Oh god. What was she doing here? Why had she picked up the phone and said yes? It had been so long. It would be like two strangers meeting each other for the first time. What if that fire and desire wasn’t there anymore? What was she going to say?
She plucked her phone from her purse and opened her text.
I’m here.
Head to the back and turn right. I’m on the end.
Can’t wait to see you.
She felt her legs weigh her down as she moved through the rows of tables. The smells intertwined with the sounds of first dates and breakups and happy reunions and friendships. She allowed herself to escape for a moment while her body was on autopilot. She couldn’t contain the trepidation she felt, but it wasn’t out of fear of things going bad, it was fear of it going well. That damn spell he cast on her back then still had its claws in her. It was buried deep within her, waiting to be unleashed again. It had a hold on her that no one else had since. Every touch since then was carefully guarded, measured against their predecessor. A feat that couldn’t be matched with intensity to this day. Their torrid affair had only lasted a little while and yet it was by which all others were evaluated.
She rounded the corner and scanned ahead, looking for what, she didn’t know. She closed her eyes and a flash of memory overwhelmed her senses. She was back home, in her bed. The duvet was entangled between her legs, stripes of colorful blue and skin as it wound its way around her naked body. Clearly she had been hot and sweaty the night before, but cold too. She felt the sheet stick to her soft body, hugging every curve like a suit. She rolled and caught a glimpse of piercing blue eyes fixated on hers. She should have been startled, but she wasn’t. It was…calming. He gingerly brushed a rogue curl away from her face and leaned closer and put his mouth on hers. She could still taste the night before on his tongue. She relaxed and eased her body into his. She could feel his body pulse in response to her accepting his kiss. He drew in a breath without releasing her from his grasp. If only it were that simple.
Her awareness of her surroundings jolted her back into her body and she was back in in her reality. She didn’t know how long she had been standing there in front of him. But there he was. That same smile, the same eyes that run a spear through your soul. He had aged like a fine wine, the kind you want to savor on your lips as it passes through. The kind you enjoy when nothing else can quench your thirst. The kind you only bring out at fancy parties when you really want to have a good time you won’t ever forget. He still oozed that mysterious sex appeal she remembered the first time they met. That charming debonaire style that sucked you in until you screamed for more. Goddamnit, what was it? There were no words for this. You think you know everything until time stands still.

He stood up to face her. His frame overtook her tiny petite build. He extended his arms for an embrace and as he stood over her he whispered “Hey there. Wow, you look amazing.” She didn’t know if that was the standard greeting he gave everyone or just the ones he really reserved it for. It didn’t matter now. She always had a hard time accepting compliments anyway. It barely registered as a sincere compliment to her because she was always in denial about how insanely beautiful she really was. Believing it meant she had to let her guard down and accept it for the truth. She had the most expressive green eyes paired with a face that couldn’t hide her emotions even if she wanted to. Her eyes always told the truth. And right now they were begging for mercy. They were begging to throw up the white flag and surrender to him. They were begging for an absolution she never knew she needed.
He grasped her shoulders and separated the two of them. He scanned her up and down from the top of her lovely head to the bottom of her round toed pumps. He took her in and comprehended what he was seeing. He swore she hadn’t aged since the last time he had seen her. Like most men would, when she wasn’t making eye contact he undressed her in his mind. Off went the lacy dress she was wearing, off went the stockings, er, she wasn’t wearing any. She had gorgeous toned legs that were perfect for grabbing. She was on top of him with her breasts in full view right in front of him. Those perfect tear- drop breasts and nipples that were just the right shade of pink. They lightened when you put your mouth on them. Her hips were grinding back and forth. Fuck, that girl was so talented he swore she could trace the alphabet with those hips while she bounced on your cock. She didn’t take a pause long enough for you to get soft inside her. She was hardcore. A fucking hurricane with no warning. All you could do was hold onto those luscious hips for dear life and pray you could keep up.
One thing had changed. He just wasn’t sure what it was. Her body was still unlike any he had ever had the pleasure of exploring. Maybe better. She still had that beautiful head of tousled red hair, those fuck me green eyes and that breathtaking smile that started with a smirk. But something was definitely different. He had shoved all his chips in when he called her. He’s still not even quite sure why he did it or why she answered after all this time. It was a breath of fresh air when she answered. He breathed a sigh of relief that he wasn’t going to have to hang up and dissect his impulsive move til it was down to the last atom. She sounded surprisingly happy to hear from him. At least that’s what he told himself. He’d never meant to hurt her like that. But she was forgiving. She was selfless. She was perfect. She terrified him.
She sat down and a huge sigh of relief escaped her lungs as she adjusted. The hard part was over. She was here. He was here. Together again after such a long time. It was almost as if time had never passed. They had opened the time capsule and were marveling at all the things that used to be. It felt too easy. She knew deep down it was only a distraction. In true fashion she talked in nervous spades to evade the awkward silence. As she watched him, she felt that longing between her legs creep up. She was unknowingly turned on until she became aware that she had been clenching her thighs together. When she released them she felt her inner thighs spasm with a tingle that sent shivers down her spine. She could barely hold in the moan that almost escaped her lips. She choked on her words and grabbed a sip of water, trying not to draw attention to herself. Hoping she hadn’t outed herself, she focused on slowing her breathing and speaking in a steady rhythm. She didn’t know what the fuck just happened, but she knew something inside her was awakening.
They talked, or more like she talked and he listened. He interjected here and there. It was fine with him, as he was all but speechless at how little things had changed over the years. He felt a small surge of relief that for the time being cutting their affair short hadn’t damaged her as much as he thought it would. Those weeks and months were the most excruciating pain he had gone through. She lashed out a

lot, he did his best to understand. They were like oil and water when they couldn’t be together. The sex. That was the only thing that made sense. That came effortlessly. The rest was, complicated, to say the least. That short time with her fulfilled him and made him whole. She was a calm in a storm that never backed off. That’s how it happened. They were both married, seeking something different they were missing. He had a duty to his company. When his father discovered what was happening, the scandal would have ruined their family. His dad didn’t care to listen that he was actually happy. That didn’t matter to him. He wasn’t going to be known around his social circle as the father of an adulterer. He wasn’t going to stand in front of those board members and trust fund members and be humiliated. More importantly, his father wasn’t going to let half his company go to his ex wife when she divorced him and took the kids. Not a company he worked so hard to build for him. He noticed while he was day dreaming she squirmed in her seat a little and suddenly was quiet as she quickly grabbed her water. He knew the telltale signs. He knew every inch of her body and could see right through the poker face she was attempting to conceal. He felt his pants get just a little tighter at the thought.
She knew she shouldn’t want it. But she did. She wanted nothing more the longer he sat there to get down on her knees right there and unzip his pants. The longer he sat across from her, scanning her, teasing her, the more she wanted to submit to him. But she was angry with herself for wanting it so bad. The anger drove her hunger more. Wash. Rinse. Repeat. It was hard enough to adjust back to life without mind blowing sex at her disposal the first time. She had trained her body to cage the wild beast inside her. She had tamed it once, she could do it again. He was not making it easy on her. Right now all she wanted was for him to take her in ways he hadn’t the first time around. Surely there had to be something they hadn’t done? Perhaps she had reached her sexual peak with him and there was nothing more he could do to her that would blow her mind and surprise her body. With the talent that man possessed between the sheets she highly doubted that. He could turn her on more with one touch more than any other man could. One thing was for sure, she wasn’t going to continue on this journey of self discovery without experiencing it one last time.
He used this newfound knowledge to test the waters. He intentionally blurred the lines a little by inserting a flippant remark here and there, gauging her reaction and pushing a little more. She toyed with the bait a little and then suddenly she flipped the script on him. They were both putting each other on the spot at random moments throughout dinner. A small playful touch here, a finger dragged along bare skin. He watched her lips intently. She was subconsciously biting on them, and he pictured them around his dick, barely coming up for air. Their bodies were in tune with each other once again, picking up where the last song had left off. She imagined him between her legs, her nails running through his sandy blonde hair, her back arching up as he drug his tongue along her lips. It was like soft sandpaper and it drove her wild. Most men didn’t do it right, he was the only one that didn’t turn her thighs into a slobbery mess, he knew what he was doing, and it manifested itself in her moans and baited breaths as he drew the climax out of her. The dinner tab came and they both stared at the black folder perched on the edge of the white linen table cloth. They both smiled, in agreement that shit was about to get crazy.

She didn’t know what was louder, the sound of her own footsteps on the pavement or the sound of her own head telling her to turn around. The voice was relentless. As they paid and walked outside, side by side, she never felt more unsure of herself. She picked aimlessly at a piece of lint on her coat to try to distract herself from her own thoughts, but they busted right through again. She always circled back to the same conclusion. She wanted it, and this time it was going going to be on her terms. She was going to control the sex, her body was going to be the catalyst of her power. She was going to take him for all he was worth just to prove a point that she could do it too. She really doubted her ability to emotionally destroy him the way he had her, but she had hoped to try. How could she fuck a man she had hated so much? The answer was blatantly obvious. She never really did hate him, she just told herself that because It was easier to hate him than admit she still loved him. She didn’t want to come to terms with the fact that she had allowed him to prey on her feelings and use them to his full advantage. That would mean she had a shared responsibility in all of this. She put her hand on her own chest and felt her beating heart and flipped the switch to off. If she was really going to do this, she needed to be all in or not in at all. The only way to duplicate the passion and raw emotion she needed was to give herself over to him completely like she once had. That meant she had to go against everything she stood for and ignore all common sense. She smiled just before realizing it might actually be genuine. Her thighs ached, her body called out to him, her breasts swelled up and her nipples rubbing against the inside of her dress sent a shiver throughout her chest. In an almost out of body experience, she heard her own voice say “Ready to go back to my place?”
The valet pulled up, got out and tossed him the keys. It was a gorgeous shiny silver car. The ultimate status symbol. The peak of what success looked like. Or so he thought. The divorce and subsequent fallout with his father before his death definitely dismantled his idea of what success really was. It wasn’t having a gorgeous wife, kids, a house. It was having a genuine connection with someone. Something he once had when he was the richest man in the world and didn’t even know it. He was such a fool and he knew it. He would give anything to go back to that humble economy car he had made love to her in. It was rainy and they pulled over to the side of the road. She had crawled up on his lap in the driver’s seat and went crazy. Clothes were everywhere, they were exhausted but content. She loved him, he thought he loved her. He got a call and plans changed. But still, she didn’t complain. She put on her brave face and smiled when he kissed her goodbye and dropped her off back at her apartment. The next time they fucked it was as if it had never happened. That was in the beginning. After a while, she started expressing her disappointment, playfully pouting and begging him to stay. But he couldn’t. She knew it, but she secretly hoped she could break him. She knew she had a better chance of winning the lottery than having him stay and fuck her one more time. He was the ghost that haunted her. The ghost became her demon. He saw the change, he knew what he was doing to her, to him. Make no mistake, by the end he was not only in love with her, but was actually considering throwing it all away. For her. For them. But he knew he couldn’t break up two marriages. His was inevitably going to break beyond all repair, he couldn’t force her to live the same heartache. There was no way he could live with that on his conscience. As the days went on, he tried to distance himself from her, but the more he did, the more he sank into depression. He couldn’t bare to know what his own family would think of him. Or his friends. His colleagues. Where would the judgment end? He self-Medicated with the only thing he knew would numb his pain. He rolled over and took his wife with ferocity and empty anguish. She didn’t know that instead of the beautiful, successful, modelesque blonde he had his cock buried in, he wanted her. The only way he could finish was to imagine her face, staring back at him. He let out a deep moan as he finished inside her, pulled out and rolled over and went to sleep, a faint smile on his lips.
She watched him pull up outside her apartment building through the curtains. He would never know she spotted him checking himself out in the review mirror or inconspicuously testing his breath. She’d tell

him tomorrow morning just to embarrass him. Appearances were all very important to him, she could tell that the first time they had met. She didn’t know he was even seeing anyone. She should have, though, because wildly attractive rich men always were. In hindsight she should have picked up in the subtle clues but quite honestly that was the last thing on her mind. The first time she saw him she was so intrigued she felt like her feet were dried in concrete. She froze, completely blown away that THAT guy would even give her a second look. He refused to break eye contact until he was right there in front of her with a drink. One drink turned to two, and then a few more and before she knew it, they were hurling darts and laughing like wild hyenas at how terrible they both were. She used to think bars were such a cliché place to start a romance, until her very own prince walked up to her in one. She definitely couldn’t scold him for being engaged when she herself was married, less than a few years, but married nonetheless. They’d had a fight. She took off her ring and stayed with a friend and what followed was either the worst or the best mistake she ever made. She still didn’t know which it was. She still thought about him from time to time and hoped he was doing well. Her biggest regret was that she didn’t tell him sooner. Maybe they could have worked it out.
He doubled checked to make sure he had the right address. Then he walked up the dimly lit path, taking large strides, until he became aware how eager it might look, and he slowed to a normal pace. Inside the lobby he followed the signs to a stairwell and walked up. He found her apartment rather easily and knocked softly. Inside he could hear faint music, then shuffling. She opened the door and greeted him, but stood in the doorway, blocking his view. She did that thing where she nervously ran her fingers through her hair and tucked a few strands behind her ear. She suddenly snapped back and ushered him in. The place was surprisingly cozy. She was wearing a beautiful slip dress and had coiled her hair up into a sleek bun that managed to look polished and unkept at the same time. She was the opposite of his ex. His ex wife was absolutely beautiful but spent ungodly amount of hours in front of the mirror. She required all the fanciest clothes and shoes. But her, she could have been in front of him in a trash bag and it would probably have the same effect on him. She made it look so effortless and easy. Still. He studied the way her dress fell just right around her curves and hugged her body in just the right places. She always left something to the imagination. If time had blessed the rest of her body as much as her face, he knew he was in for one hell of a night.
He was fixated on her as she poured him a drink, then one for herself. He toasted her glass and raised it to his lips and took a sip. She set the glass down and ran her fingers along the rim. He was having trouble reading her. He sensed her nervousness as she fidgeted with her glass. Was she… stalling? Was she waiting for him to make a move? He picked up his glass and took another sip and set it down. Hoping she would reciprocate, he stepped in closer to her. She followed suit and he watched her expression change from stern and guarded to soft and inviting. He slid his hand around her tiny waist and just like that he felt the wall come crumbling down as she positioned herself in a vulnerable pose. She was open to wherever he liked. He had to decide whether to bury his face in her neck and her hair or start at her collarbone and migrate down her breasts. He chose to lose himself in the warm taste of her mouth. He parted her bottom lip and kissed her softly, eagerly. It was hard to tell if the whiskey taste came from his mouth or hers. She panted as he ran his tongue along her top lip and then covered her mouth with his, forcing her to draw a breath from the side of her mouth so she didn’t have to break contact. His hands were on her hips now, blindly searching for the bottom of the hem of her dress. She put her hands over his and pressed them harder into her and pinned them for the moment from wandering too far. It became a struggle of domination as he wiggled them free and moved them farther up her waist, cupping the bottom of her breasts. She winced a little as he pushed them up into her, feeling for her nipples. She detached from him and hooked her index finger into the collar of his shirt and pulled him

towards her while she backed up to the counter. He followed her lead and lifted her up by her ass and set her firmly on the countertop and spread her legs so he could step between them.
She obliged willingly and wrapped her bare legs around him as he hiked up her dress to her waist, revealing sexy lacy red panties. She slid her hands around her front and felt for his belt and undid it with ease. Clearly she had plenty of practice doing that blindly. She let it fall to the floor as she continued to massage the front of his pants with her palm. His pants could barely contain him as he felt the pulse of blood rush to his groin. If she wasn’t careful he was going to explode in his pants before he had a chance to leave the starting line. She was no stranger to how the male body operated, and it was almost as if she was reading his thoughts. She let her hands fall to her sides and the urge momentarily subsided. He took his finger and traced along the outline of her panties, and felt her squirm in rebuttal. She could barely contain herself. He playfully moved her panties and she did not refute, so he gently moved her panties off to the side and slid his fingers underneath. She cooed in delight as he tapped her clit with the pad of his finger. Then rubbed a few circles. She felt her pussy spasm as a wave of intensity rode its way down her abdomen. She clawed the back of his shoulders when he slide his fingers inside her and paused, feeling her tighten her grip around his hand. Then he softly and slowly slid them in and out, building up the intensity as he banged her with his knuckles. He was pleasuring her at a pretty good pace by now, she liked it hard, but not rough. There was a stark difference. When he really went hard, he could feel the air leaving her lungs, then she drew a breath and held it til he pounded it out of her involuntarily again and again. By now she had released the straps on her bra and her dress was
collapsed around her waist, her breasts bared freely in front of him. He knew the shortcut to an orgasm was to bite her nipple and click it with his tongue while he fingered her. But not this time. He knew it would be so much more intense if he made her beg for it.
By now, she had somehow managed to undo the zipper on his pants, and they were at his feet, his throbbing dick on display in front of her. She felt it grind against her leg every now and then. She was still on the countertop as he moved her panties down her thighs and dropped them on the floor next to his pants. He parted her legs once more as he kissed her inner thighs and sucked the skin gently and tenderly. He even threw in a few licks for good measure. She felt his hot breath between her legs and it drove her insane. The first time the tip of his tongue made contact with her soaking pussy, she jumped a little. She wiggled her hips back and forth as he strong armed her legs and hips to immobilize her. He now had the back of her knees nestled on the inside of his elbows as he supported her legs while his tongue delved into her flesh. She only communicated in moans and pants as he built up speed, faster and faster and faster. Soon he freed his hand and entered her and matched the speed of his tongue with his fingers. They worked in sync like a waltz. When one sped up the other would follow. His fingers hit the right spot when he went straight up like he was going to touch his own face. He drew his tongue in tiny circles, the tip intricately tracing the shape of her clit. She reared back and pulled his hair with both hands as she clenched her thighs around his face. He heard the moan begin at the back of her throat, then tumble out as she opened her mouth.it was long and smooth as silk. He watched her shoulders rise and fall as she climaxed for what seemed like a lifetime. He was sweating from the effort it took to get her off. She kissed him and slid off the counter and sashayed her hips as she strutted to the bedroom. He grinned as she turned around and beckoned him to follow. She wasn’t even close to throwing in the towel.
He followed behind, watching her glide across the carpet down the hall to the bedroom. She crossed the threshold of the room and had barely made it in before he could no longer contain himself. He guided her body down to the bed and inched forward on top of her, kissing her slowly as he ascended up her body to her face. She wrapped one leg around his and drug her other foot the length of his ankle to his

knee. She stroked him with her toes and every nerve in his body went haywire. He could hardly concentrate enough to remind himself to inhale and exhale. She had completely consumed his concentration. He could only feel the steady throbbing between his legs. It was seeking her. She broke loose and lay a hand flat on his chest as she locked her knees together and raised her ass in the air. She took all of him in her mouth. Her lips glossed over his shaft and met with her hands that were closed around the base of his cock. Then she backed up, and joined her lips with her fist again. The rhythm was perfectly steady. As she released her lips, she let her tongue drag along the underside as it slid in and out. She pumped her hands faster and faster as her mouth gulped. He could feel the pressure rising as she jacked him off in her mouth. Right before he went over the cliff he grabbed her and threw her on all fours. He put one hand on each of her hips and elevated her ass to just the right height. Spreading her legs, he opened her up and crammed himself in, joining themselves together. She screamed in pleasure as her body rocked forward. She countered him by sliding away and pulling his cock nearly the length of it. He thrust forward and they quickly found their rhythm. Wrapping her hair around his fist and pulling her neck backward, her neck was exposed and her mouth was involuntarily open. She could not longer stifle the moans that attacked her lips like an army at gate. She was on the verge of orgasm and she wasn’t going to let herself go until she could feel him fill her. With gritted teeth she grabbed him from behind and took him deep inside her until he lost control. Every muscle in his body clenched as it diverted its last speck of energy to his climax. His body was still now as it released its hold on him and he suddenly softened. Her pussy was still gripping him, still soaking him as he pulled away from her. The hypersensitivity was triggered by his skin exiting her body. It mimicked a second orgasm as she collapsed beside him. Her whole body was numb. The rush of dopamine to her head lulled her into a deep sleep.

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