This is one of my vanilla sweet stories. Hope you all enjoy.
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It was an ironic way that they had met. It started out with a conversation over spilled coffee. He was looking for a friend to talk to. For him, it was just out of a basic need for some human conversation. She was just tired of the routine her life had become. It was as though she was stuck in a circle of being a wife, a mom, a neighbor, a good daughter, a daughter-in-law, a sister … but there was no time for her to be herself anymore. They both had nothing to look forward to anymore … everyday was the same.
It was like any other day for him. He sat by himself in the coffee shop. It was his favorite spot near the door. He could see everything that went on and be invisible at the same time. It wasn’t that he was socially awkward. Life had just not been kind to him. He had a series of heartbreaks and was too shattered to invest in a relationship again. She’d just walked into the shop to get a coffee. She was in a hurry and kept checking her watch. It was as though time was dragging her, and each tick was forcing her to be somewhere else. She kept standing and started sipping her coffee. As she was walking to the door, she glanced at him – his focused eyes on his screen. Workaholic, she thought.
As she turned her head away from him and towards the door, she felt herself loose her balance. Some idiot had flung the door open hitting her hand. The coffee cup flew right on him, spilling on his shirt. “What the F…”, he stopped swearing as soon as he saw the look on her face. He knew she was sorry and troubled. She ran toward him, “Sorry! It’s my fault, I wasn’t looking at the door and …”. “It’s okay, I just need to get cleaned up. The coffee was hot you know!”. She was taken aback by his cool nature. She couldn’t help but think how angry her husband would get by smaller things, and this guy who had the right to be angry was still nice.
He walked to the counter and started damping his shirt with tissues. She followed him and said, “I stay right upstairs. Please, let me just get you a fresh shirt? You could clean up at my place.” He smiled, “Of course. That’s kind”. He packed his things and followed her. Entering her house, he at once saw why she must’ve been so lost. The living room had toys scattered around. “It’s my kids, they never clean up!”. She then showed him the bathroom, “You go wash up, I’ll get a fresh shirt”.
He just smiled and started washing his face. She gave him a shirt, and without thinking he just took his old one off. “I’m sorry”, he said realizing that he was completely shirtless in front of a woman he’d just met! She smiled, embarrassed, “It’s okay. I’ll turn around and you can go ahead”. She walked out, still smiling. It had been a while since she had seen sculpted arms and chest.
He finally came out, and sat down on the couch. He could notice that she was embarrassed. He apologized again. “It’s fine.” she said with a smile. “It is a good thing my kids aren’t around. That image would scar them”. He was shocked, “That bad, huh?”. “I was joking. You did me a favor, trust me”, she said. He could notice the twinkle in her eye. “How should I respond to that?! Should I flirt back?”, he thought. She looked perfect – her pale skin contrasted her black hair perfectly. Even though she looked older than him, she hadn’t lost her curves. “I’m sure if it was the other way around, I’d consider that a huge favor too”. “Oh you’re naughty!”, she said. They laughed. “Well, it’s not everyday you get those kind comments from a lady you just met. It’s a huge ego boost you know”. “I think I know what you mean”, she replied, “this was probably the most exciting thing for me today, and that is sad”.
“Well, I’ll get going. Can I return the shirt to you tomorrow?”, he asked. “Sure”. She walked him to the door and he turned around. “Good bye miss. Thank you”, and he gave her a peck on the cheek. As he held her for just a small moment, she could feel herself getting all worked up …. it had been long since anyone had held her …
She lost all thought, and continued holding on to him for a bit longer, squeezing his arm. He felt her against him. He could feel her warm body, but he had to let go. There was no way anything should’ve happened. She had kids! He let go of her and said bye, closing the door behind him.
“What was I thinking?”, she kicked herself. “I’m married!”. Still standing at the door and thinking …
As he walked down the steps, he kept thinking about her. There was some attraction there …
He impulsively turned around, and walked back to her door. He turned the knob and it was open. As her stepped in, he ran into her. She looked at him, saw the look in his eyes and she knew. He shut the door and pulled her close to him. He could feel the warmth of her body through her clothes. She could feel his hands feeling her body. It felt so good. He kissed her. His warm lips around hers. She loved the feeling of her soft lips being nibbled at … She couldn’t wait … Her breasts were crushing against his chest, she wanted to feel his touch. He felt all of her body, but kept avoiding them. It felt like ages. He was licking her neck … She could feel how excited he was … there was a huge bump. Rubbing against it made her feel even more excited.
Then suddenly, he pulled down her skirt and started rubbing her through her panties … he could feel how wet she was. She moaned …. He couldn’t take it anymore either … he just pulled his pants down and glided right into her. She gasped, she could feel her pussy stretch, it felt so good. He continued thrusting into her, both of them still standing …
He then lay her down on the floor, and entered her once more. She put her legs around him and pulled him. She wanted all of him in her. They both were sweaty and moaning. The pleasure … the lust … the animalistic sensations … He thrusted deeper into her …. she wanted it. Finally, her pussy grasped him and she climaxed. He came in her, filling her up with his sticky cum.
They both lay like that for a while. Smiling, satisfied.
Then, he helped her get up and hugged her. She smiled. It was good. She looked at him and said, “I’m Sylvia by the way.” “Pleasure Sylvia. I’m Mark. So I guess I’ll come around this time to give you back the shirt?”. “Yes, I’ll have yours washed. This time will be perfect.”
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