Obsession (FM)

I paused outside the bar, taking a moment to breath and relax. I was dressed for the occasion, high heels, stockings and a tight red dress. I checked my hair and makeup in the windows reflection. I’m 5”5’ with 34DD breasts, a tiny waist, and dark brown hair. I gave my reflection a wink, I looked good and that gave me the confidence I needed.

I opened the door and stepped into the pub, conversation didn’t stop, but I turned a few heads as I made my way to the bar. I saw him in my peripheral vision and my breath caught in my throat. The new owner, he’d bought the pub a few months earlier and he’s turned more than just a few heads since he’d taken over. He was tall, dark and handsome, the perfect mysterious stranger. All I knew was his name and that he was American, another intriguing detail that made him stand out in this rural English town.

He was the reason I was dressed to impress. I’d spotted him the previous week when I was out with some friends, I’d dressed more casually that time, just jeans and a T-shirt. My eyes kept moving back to him time and time again throughout the night. I’d quizzed my friends about everything they knew about him. The information was thin, but I knew his name was Ben, he was from the East Coast of the United States and had bought the pub recently. The lack of a ring on his finger proving that he might be available.

I spent the next week fantasising about him. I was in lust, I hadn’t even spoken to him, but I wanted him. I could close my eyes and imagine him being there, my skin on fire from his touch. I dreamt of him when I slept, I thought about him while awake. I got my hair and nails done, my legs and pussy waxed bare. I bought new lingerie to wear under my favourite dress. I did all this for him, I was a woman possessed, focused on my goal. I wanted him in every way possible, I needed to feel him, skin to skin, lip to lip, breath to breath.

I stood near him at the bar, I didn’t want to crowd him yet. I wanted him to notice me and approach me, I’d give it half an hour before I approached him. I ordered a glass of wine, a nice Pinot Noir. I needn’t have worried, I’d barely taken a sip before he’d moved closer, leaning one arm on the bar he introduced himself.

“Hi there, I’m Ben.”

His voice sent shivers down my spine, his slow American accent was divine. I felt my nipples tighten against the fabric of my dress, my pussy throbbing as I controlled the urge to throw myself at him. I faced him and smiled, praying the obsession I felt wasn’t visible in my eyes.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Lauren. You’re the new owner right?”

“That’s me,” he smiled back and nearly melted me. His brown eyes looking at me, seeming to bore right through my soul. “I got bored with chasing the American dream, I’d always wanted to own a bar, so when I moved here and found out this old place was for sale, I snapped at the chance.”

I stared at him entranced by his voice, my eyes taking in the short stubble on his cheeks, the few flecks of grey in his hair, the amused twinkle in his eyes. I flirted outrageously with him while we made small talk. Twirling my fingers in my hair, licking and biting at my lips whenever he took a sip of his drink. Touching his hand when he bought me a drink, rubbing his arm when he complimented me, smiling when I complimented him.

I knew he was interested in me, the flirting got saucier as we skirted around each other’s sexual preferences. The way he moved, adjusting his position trying to hide the growing bulge in his trousers. I glanced down at his crotch and gave him my best smile and a wink.

“I’m just going to pop to the bathroom….”

I tried to fill in the blanks with my eyes, the sudden heat in his gaze letting me know he understood that I wanted him to follow me. I stopped by the jukebox on my way and picked a few songs to play. I locked my self in the ladies and waited. I checked my make up in the mirror, my pulse racing, my breathing rapid. My wet pussy throbbing with the faint beat of the music. I jumped at a knock on the door, his voice calling my name.

“Lauren?”

I unlocked the bathroom door, he stepped inside and locked it again behind him. We stood inches apart, eyes locked but not not touching for an expectant moment. The moment passed, my arms wrapping round his neck as our lips met in an electric kiss. His hands found my ass and slid lower, coming up under my short dress, bunching it around my hips as he lifted me up and sat me on the counter. His thighs spreading my legs as he stepped between them, our tongues exploring each other’s mouths as I whimpered against him.

I could feel his cock through his trousers, the hardness pushing against my barely there panties. His fingers found the band of my panties and barely there became not there at all in a flash of movement. I worked at the buttons on his shirt as the kiss continued, barely coming up for air as I wallowed in the feel of him. I felt his hand between my legs, cupping my pussy, feeling how wet I was. He easily slid two fingers into me, moving back and forth as he explored me. My pussy clenching around his fingers as they found that secret hidden spot deep inside. His thumb found my clit, his fingers massaging my g-spot.

My pussy was dripping, his fingers and hand coated with my juices. I was moaning into his mouth, my hips grinding against his hand. I came quick and hard, breaking the kiss so I could stifle the scream of pleasure against his shoulder. My hips shuddering against his hand as he kept working his magic fingers making cum again and again. My brain shut off as I revelled in my dreams coming true. Wave after wave of pleasure proving that even my wildest fantasies couldn’t match up to the real thing.

Ben stepped back, leaving me gasping for breath. I watched as he wiped his hand on my lacy panties, he lifted them to his face and sniffed them before putting them in his pocket. I could see the outline of his cock straining the seams of his trousers, almost begging me to reach out and release it.

“I want you to come upstairs with me Lauren, will you?”

I nodded, still trying not to look too eager. He helped me down from the counter and waited while I smoothed my dress back down. He unlocked the bathroom door and led me through a private door. We didn’t pass anyone as I followed him upstairs so there was no need to hide my smile as my eyes watched him move, his muscles flexing under his clothes. He opened the door to his apartment and let me in. We didn’t speak as he took his shoes and shirt off. I unzipped my dress and stepped out of it, standing nearly naked in front of him, wearing only my stockings and my heels.

His eyes traveled up and down my body as he unbuckled his belt and pushed his trousers down. His cock bulging out his white boxers, I stepped closer so I could touch it. My finger tracing its length, feeling it’s heat, it’s hardness as I marvelled at the size of it. I sank to my knees as I peeled his boxers down releasing his thick circumcised cock. I gripped his shaft with one hand as I helped him out of the boxers entirely. His fingers curled into my hair as I licked up his cock before wrapping my lips round him and swallowing the head of his cock.

I worked it hard and be hand gripping, rubbing twisting, the other fondling his balls. My lips and tongue slipping and sliding up and down his cock. His fingers in my hair, one hand on the back of my head as he tried to push more into my mouth. I looked up as my head bobbed back and forth and saw him looking down at me through lidded eyes. His cock was throbbing and pulsing against my lips, he held my head tight, stumbling slightly as his knees buckled when he came. His cock spurting seemingly endless jets of cum into my mouth, I couldn’t swallow quick enough, feeling some leak out to dribble over my lip and down my chin.

He let go of me and staggered back to sit on the edge of his sofa. I used a finger to wipe his cum off my chin, holding his gaze as I licked it clean. I stood and looked around the apartment, I walked to the kitchen, my heels clicking against the tiled floor as I searched his cupboards for a couple of glasses. I picked up a bottle of wine from the side and went to sit beside him, I poured us both a glass of wine and handed him one. I crossed my legs and sipped my drink. He raised his glass and broke the silence.

“Cheers.”

My pussy throbbed harder at the sound of his voice, trying to force my legs apart from sheer need. My nipples, already hard, tightened more. He finished his wine quickly and stood, giving me his hand and leading me to the bedroom. I put my own wine on the night stand as he laid down on the covers. I was going to take my heels off, but he stopped me with a hand. I smirked and crawled onto his bed, my breasts swaying slightly as I straddled him. He ran his hands up my sides to cup them, his fingers teasing my nipples.

The sensation brought an involuntary groan from my lips, every touch on my nipples sending a current through my body, my lips, my nipples, my clit all tingling with a constant buzz of pleasure. His hands dropped to my hips encouraging me to crawl higher till I was straddling his face. My hands gripping the head board as he used his tongue to taste me. Licking the lips of my pussy, his hands on my hips, my ass as his tongue pushed inside me. I ground my hips against his face, his lips finding my clit. My eyes closed in pleasure, my fingers teasing my own nipples as he licked and sucked.

Suddenly I was falling, so lost in the moment I hadn’t noticed him moving, he pushed me onto my back and moved between my legs. I felt his dick rub my pussy, with one hand he pinned my arms over my head, the other hand guiding his cock inside me. I cried out with pleasure as he filled me in one smooth stroke, his long, hard, thick cock stretching my pussy till he filled me entirely. My legs wrapped around his hips as he started to move, long, slow thrusts. He kept my arms pinned as he moved, thrusting as deep inside me as he could. I used my hips to help where I could, taking him deep, feeling the walls of my pussy grip him tight. My moans quickened, my hips bucking against him as he thrust into me, harder and faster. His hips a blur as he pounded his cock into me again and again.

I screamed his name as I came, but he kept going, slamming into me harder, grunting louder, his grip on my wrists tightening. His eyes on mine, my breasts bouncing with each hard thrust as he fucked me with an intensity I’d never felt before. With a final grunt he buried his cock inside me, I felt it pulsating in me as he pumped my pussy full of his cum. My whole body shuddered in a massive orgasm, every muscle twitching as his cock just kept on throbbing and spurting inside me.

He collapsed beside me finally releasing my wrists. I smiled at him as I recaptured my wine glass, watching as he recovered himself. He went to say something, I silenced him first with a finger, then a kiss as I stood and left the bedroom. He watched me as I crossed the apartment, I put my dress back on, smoothing the wrinkles out with my hands I gave Ben a smile and a wave as I let myself out of his apartment.

Downstairs was dark, everyone else having long gone home. I left through the back door, a smile plastered on my lips. I made my way home mentally ticking off the boxes. Ben had been wonderful, a dream come true, a wish fulfilled. An obsession satisfied. Idly I wondered who would catch my eye next time.

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