Chloe's Return
written by:
TheWriteMike

CHLOE'S RETURN

I don't usually get too desperate for sex. Sure, I love it and I'll take as much as anyone else when the timing is right, but I'm not the kind of girl who "needs" it every day. But I have to say, I was getting pretty desperate.

A month earlier I'd visited an old friend in Chicago, and we'd has the most wonderful experience, highly charged, very sexy and, alas, only a "ships in the night thing". Difficult to have much more when you're 4,000 miles apart and he's married. Every time I thought about that afternoon with him, I was getting hot and wet. And I was thinking about it a lot.

The first couple of weeks I was back I caught a terrible bout of flu and was laid low. The following week I finally caught up with work (I was way behind) and then, when I was at last ready to go out and find me a nice man who could scratch my itch, I got the credit card bills for my vacation. Now I was grounded also.

My salvation came in the form of Mike, a guy at the office. He's been around for ages, quiet, friendly. I always think it's an awful word to use to describe someone, but "nice" is one of the best ways to describe Mike. Definitely not someone I'd fantasized about. He's a bit older than my 27, tall, balding (which I don't mind; proves there's plenty of testosterone in him), nice skin, nice goatee and glasses. His body was not fabulous, but obviously looked after and he was always smartly dressed. I knew he had a girlfriend, seen her at work social events. Nice couple, quiet. I never really gave him a second look before.

"You don't know anyone wants tickets for tonight's gig do you?" It was an almost wistful voice that approached me at the photocopier. I looked up to see Mike holding a pair of blue and silver tickets. I couldn't help but notice the writing on the tickets, Jewel was playing that night. I love Jewel. My luck seemed to be changing.

I explained that I couldn't afford them, Mike told me his girlfriend was unexpectedly out of town on business and he didn't want to go alone. He offered me both tickets for free and I suggested we go together. I liked the way his face lit up at that idea.

I'd already decided that I was going to lead Mike astray, whether he liked it or not. After all, it was only fair that I pay him back for the tickets. Just before we left the office I gave him my address and agreed that he pick me up at 7. Plenty of time to get ready.

At home I inhaled a sandwich and jumped in the shower, for once not bringing myself off, a favorite of mine. Plenty of time for that later, hopefully. As I dried my bushy hair I looked in the mirror at my (very) full figure, as usual wishing I could lose a few pounds, from the right places of course. Not that I'm all that much overweight, cuddly around the middle mostly. Certainly I don't get many complaints about my well rounded butt, and none at all about my larger than normal boobs. I dried them with some extra care, watching as the nipples sprung and a tingle made its way downward. Mmmmm . . . I hoped Mike's fingers were in good form later. Anyway, if I lost toomuch weight I'd end up looking like Dolly Parton!

With only a few minutes to go I slipped into an extra-tight pink shirt, a faded denim skirt and my knee length CFM boots. That's Come Fuck Me, for those of you who don't know me. When the doorbell went I slipped on a summer jacket and took a quick final look in the mirror. Not quite dressed to kill, but slightly maiming the opposition is always an advantage.

Mike looked pleased to see me and I noticed his extra look at my boobs and boots, according to plan. We made small talk and we both concentrated on other things as we watched the concert, which was brilliant. Mike made no move towards me the whole night, obviously a gentleman. I wasn't worried. The night was young.

****

I watched him more closely as we drove home. Firstly, I liked the way he kept his eyes on the road, with only the occasional glance at the top of my boots. No point in crashing while looking at a pair of legs you might never get between. He had a nice profile, well-proportioned nose and hands that looked both strong and gentle as he operated the car's controls. As we talked I felt him relax, let go of the fact he was alone with someone who was not his girlfriend, and smile a lot more than I'd seen before. I checked the front of his jeans for any tell-tale signs, but couldn't be sure. I thought about finding out and felt that tingle again. I squirmed with enjoyment and anticipation.

Of course he accepted my offer of coffee. Of course I only had instant, no milk that was under 7 days old and no cookies. He took the coffee and said it tasted good. I think that was a white lie. I put Jewel on the stereo, appropriately, and joined him on the sofa. Without my flimsy jacket, my shirt was straining to restrain my boobs and I'm sure I caught him trying to look between the buttons a couple of times as he sipped at his coffee. I sat back, relaxed and waited for him to do the same.

He finally started to relax when I got him talking about his girlfriend. After about an hour he offered up that he was really disappointed she had blown him out of the concert. It was her idea and he paid for the tickets. "It's becoming normal for her these days. Her job is getting so important. She's away more and more."

"Do you get lonely?" Predictable line from Chloe Number 201.

"Sometimes." He tried to shrug it off, gazing far further than the coffee cup he was looking at. "I do okay, but I do miss the things you get together with someone for in the first place."

"Like sex?" Predictable line Number 114.

"I guess." I didn't get the reaction I was hoping for. "Sure I miss that, but it's also nice waking up with someone, having dinner with them, talking a walk in the park on a summer evening."

Oh God, I'd brought home the last romantic when I needed someone to screw my brains out. Desperation was clouding my judgment. I shimmied up closed to him and placed a consoling hand on his tight thigh (I love a thigh in denim). "I'm sorry Mike." I tried to combine my best doe-eyed look with my patented come-to-bed eyes.

"It's okay." Obviously that combination didn't work too well. "I'll be alright. Thanks so much for coming to the concert with me. I really enjoyed the company." He stood up. He was leaving. Was he blind? Dumb? Both?

I stood up and moved in front of him, my 5'4" having to look up to his 6'2". I reached out for the fingers of his left hand and he smiled. Platonically! What does a girl have to do these days?

"Mike," I looked into his intense green eyes as they grew in intensity, finally. "I know you don't have to go home tonight, and I know we could both do with the comfort of another body for a few hours." I kept hold of his fingers and watched his eyes as I slid down to kneel in front of him. "So why don't we both just loose a few of these clothes and see what happens?"

I looked away just as his mouth opened, caused by his jaw dropping. I pulled at his belt and whipped down his zipper before I looked up again. There was the half-smile I'd been looking for. He was human after all. I went back to work, having to fish a little, he obviously hadn't been expecting me! Grabbing his jeans, briefs and belt all in one at each side, I pulled them down a little and let his dick burst free. He was barely hardening, drooping out from his clothing.

I watched as he twitched a couple of times and I probably licked my lips before I offered a helping hand. I love the feel of a hardening cock, especially one on the fast track to heaven. I gently ran my fingers up and down his elevating length, feeling him strengthening and pulse. It was only a matter of seconds and he was at full power, pointing upwards and begging for more attention. How could I deny it?

I inched my face towards him and nestled the head of his prick against my cheek, pressing it to me with the palm of my hand. I'm always amazed at how something so powerful can feel so wonderfully soft. I glanced up again to see how I was doing, but Mike's eyes were closed as he gently ran his fingers through my hair, encouraging me the best way he could without the use of his vocal chords - which were temporarily disabled. Inching his clothes down just a little more, I freed his balls, full and ready for attention. They were worthy of another look as I noticed one was slightly larger than the other was, but looking very functional indeed.

I looked at his cock now, a close up, as I ran my fingers tantalizing and soft along his 8 inches. I love the discovery of a new cock and this one was sooooo nice, thick but not bulbous, long but not skinny, and very straight. I'm not fond of bent ones. The head was curved subtly, well defined and looking like it could cut butter. He was also uncircumcised, my favorite, and it just gently favored his right side. I gently licked along his length now, pausing to flick my tongue around the rim, before I popped his head into my mouth and massaged it with my tongue. I heard Mike groan as I sucked and felt him gently brush his fingers at my neck and cheek.

I thought about closing my hand tightly over his balls, sucking hard and pumping to his climax, but I didn't want this to be just another blowjob. I wanted my share of this premiere. I stood up, still holding his cock in my hand, and let him bend down to kiss me. He brought his hand to my boob and rubbed impatiently through the shirt. Oooh, nice. I love having them played with.

Hoping that I didn't need to give him too many more hints, I started to unbutton his shirt. Thankfully he took this one and found the first of my shirt buttons. I finished his buttons then stood back and let him do likewise. He wasted no time in pulling off my shirt and running a finger along the lines of my tight bra. It was my turn to close my eyes and luxuriate as he reached behind me and, without fumbling (WooHoo), unclip my bra and let my best assets breathe. "Oh God, they're lovely." He whispered as he dipped to kiss them and roll the nipples a little between his teeth.

Next he took my breath away, carefully reaching down to take me by the legs and upper body, he lifted me up and eased me horizontally back onto the sofa. Without a word he pulled off one boot, then the other, after all, they'd served their purpose. I helped by unzipping the skirt but he pulled it off. Now he could see my nice white g-string and the outline of my increasingly interested pussy. I pulled up my knees a bit and opened my legs for Mike to get a better look, he knelt down and traced a single finger around my pubic mound and then alongthe lines of my pussy lips. When he paused around the top of my slitand pushed a tiny bit harder I knew he knew exactly what he was doing and it was time to give myself up to the night.

Mike pulled my panties from the sides and slid them over my feet. Instinctively I knew where he was going. He paused just before his face reached my pussy, looked like he was savoring the aroma, then I felt the wonder of his tongue as it traced up the outside of my lips, then run upwards through the middle, parting me and encouraging me to widen my legs more. I heard a wonderful "slurp" as he found my juices and mixed them with is expert tongue. I was in heaven. Mike really knew what he was doing down there, running up and down, playing with my clit and plunging as deeply as he could. Some guys are good with their fingers, a select few have a touch light enough for ultimate pleasure, even fewer like eating pussy with enough technique for a girl to really enjoy it.

My tingling was giving way to a sopping wet pussy and getting increasingly close to those tell-tale tiny electric shocks that always let me know an orgasm is near. Mike obviously sensed this and he lifted his head away. I reluctantly let him, knowing I wanted something more than his tongue inside now.

Mike stood up, kicked off his shoes and pulled off his jeans. I watched as his erection swayed with the movement of his body but continued to point at the ceiling. "Have you got any . . ?" Don't you just love the times we live in? But I'm not stupid and I always use protection. I reached to the shelf behind me and pulled out a small box. While I was pulling one out and tearing the foil I noticed he was giving himself a little stroke, very sexy to see. "Come here." I took hold of his cock and pulled him closer.

I slipped it over him and pulled it down tight, the rubber smoothing out his length and streamlining it. God, I was ready now. He knelt down again and pulled me to the edge of the sofa, my pussy just over the edge of the cushion and accessible. He started to guide his cock towards me but I took him in my hand again and pulled him until his head was pushing against my lips. One thrust and he was in to the hilt and I was heading to wonderland.

He slowly withdrew until only the head was inside, then pushed again. The sensation was truly awesome, the position and the sofa was pulling my pussy tight lengthwise and the pubic hair above his cock was pressing against my clit when he thrust. I was well on the way to my first scream when he reached up and started kneading my boobs. In retaliation I reached down and cupped his balls, feeling them retract and harden as his moment approached also. He obviously couldn't hold on any longer and as I squeezed his balls as hard as I could I felt his fingers reach for my clit. The explosion was one of the most intense I've ever known. Mike tensed for a moment, grimaced, then continued to ease his juice out with gentle strokes while I felt the fireworks in my head and my pussy muscles tighten involuntarily.

Jewel was quietly singing "Down So Long" when we were both done Mike pulled me to him and nuzzed my neck. "Fuck me." He said with a breathy voice. "I just did." Was the terribly obvious reply.

****

We made it to bed not long after that, playfully and full of the content great spontaneous sex brings. Our kissing became more and more passionate and we soon found ourselves kneeling in front of each other, playing and teasing and I'm sure trying to take each other higher than the other. He played with my clit with one hand, my boobs with another and occasionally dipped his head to suck one or the other nipple. I played with his cock and cupped his balls with varying pressure.

When I decided it was time for him I quickened my hand and lightened the pressure on his cock, still squeezing his balls. When I knew he was coming I slowed to a barely moving but firmer hand and enjoyed seeing the spurt I had been denied feeling by the condom. I felt his hot cum splash on my arm, he tweaked my nipple one final time and that familiar feeling washed over me. Fantastic.

****

There was no awkwardness as we woke up and got ready to go our separate ways. Mike smiled and joined me in the shower for a final quickie before we made coffee and drank it in his car on the way to the office. We both respected what the moment was, the fun it had been and the complications there could be if we went any further.

Mike went back to his girlfriend, who obviously didn't know what she was missing, and I had scratched the itch that needed scratching. Mike would never look like Superman around the office, but now I knew what his super powers were and could watch him and remember our night together. He was honorable enough never to start any rumors about us and never show me any unwanted attentions, so I hope he felt the same way about our special night. I watched him in a meeting once, as he concentrated on something or other and his tongue ran around his lips unconsciously. "Mmmmm," I thought, "I know what that can do!"