Carnal attraction: 11> Carnal attraction
written by:
Chris-t6290

A couple of days ago, Monday in fact, when I was queuing for my morning coffee, I couldn't help but notice a remarkably handsome, tall dark haired man with coral blue eyes in the queue ahead of me. Having presently reached the counter, he ordered a latte, while I chose a more conventional decaff.

I must confess that, having seen his face as he walked past me - my eyes following him as he did - I've never felt the way I was at that moment. The dashingly handsome stranger sent goose bumps up both my arms, and had even made my pussy weep, something which normally takes more than just a fleeting glance to bring about.

Hoping to see him again and maybe this time get chatty with the tall handsome stranger - we did, after all, share something in common - I was somewhat disappointed by his absence the next two days. At first, I was of the mind that he was in town for a meeting, however, something inside me ruled that out.

Luckily, I lived close to where I worked, and subsequently managed to get Thursday off and hopefully catch him beforehand. I'd already checked his left hand and noticed the absence of a wedding ring, that said, he could just as easily be living with someone, so I didn't let my hopes get too high.

Decidedly, I waited on a bench, one of several in a somewhat open garden area that was opposite the coffee shop. I had already ordered my usual and was sat drinking it. At 8:58, tall, dark and handsome entered. ‘He must have been late on Monday,' I figured to myself, only to suddenly freeze. I knew not what to do next as butterflies flitted in my stomach. ‘Okay, this is it,' I told myself - my mind being the stronger. I stood up and, dressed almost in my office attire (black lacy lingerie, a red camisole instead of a blouse and a black skirt suit), carefully crossed the road and awaited the object of my attraction; I didn't have to wait long.

"Good morning," I said, emitting a smile, one he couldn't help but return.

"I'm Rebecca," I introduced myself to him, as I flitted my long curly eyelashes without being too obvious. Suddenly, and this close to him, I was full of confidence and continued: "I noticed you this Monday. I live and work close by," I informed him, hoping that he would take the hint.

"Pleased to meet you, Rebecca, I'm Michael. Yes, I kind of noticed you also," he intoned, giving me his name. "I guess we missed each other the last two days," Michael appeared to apologise, from the tone of his voice. ‘So far so good,' I thought, especially his remarking he'd noticed me.

Just then, and as we made our way to where I was sitting a few minutes ago, I suddenly realised that Michael would be on his way to work. Nonetheless, we sat, and chatted in between taking sips from our drink. And as we did, I knew deep down inside me that I wanted this handsome guy, Michael, inside me. Passionately making love to me, my legs wrapped around him as he pounded his no doubt strong love muscle into my pool of delight.

Presently looking at his watch, Michael apologised, "Sorry, I've been talking for so long, you'll be late for work." Quite the gentleman, I surmised.

"That's okay, Michael, I've taken the day off work," I rejoined, and left him to reason why.

"What about you, though," I enquired cautiously.

"I can take the best part of the day off, if I wish," he informed me; whereupon, he took his cell phone from his pocket and spoke to Samantha. From what I caught of his conversation, she was either his secretary or PA; Michael informing her that he wouldn't be in until after lunch, which would give us plenty of time to get to know one another, in particular intimately.

Having said his goodbye, I stood up and said, "Shall we." Offering my soon to be, hopeful, lover my hand as I did.

Taking it, and with a pleasant though not in anyway lustful smile on his face, Michael stood up. Then, and still holding hands, we casually walked and talked as we made our way to my nearby apartment - a second floor condo.

"I've never done this sort of thing before," I confessed, as I opened the front door and then ushered my guest inside.

"Truth be told, Rebecca, I prefer a woman to take the lead," Michael intoned, as I closed the door and then locked the rest of the world outside.

Turning to face him, I couldn't help but act on his intimation - for what ever reason, he didn't have any sort of brief case with him. Our eyes locked, as if we both knew what was next; what we wanted. ‘Take me, Michael,' my mind blurted, and as it did, our lips locked onto one another. Fervently kissing, our tongues quickly took over and were soon exploring the others mouth.

"Huh, huh, huh," I gasped afterwards, as I gazed at the object of my attraction with fire and determination in my eyes. "Take me, Michael, make love to me," I exclaimed, before placing an arm around his shoulder and the hand of the other one on his nape, and then kissing him. As I did, I backed him up against my vestibule wall.

Moments later, Michael motioned me back. ‘Fuck! I've come on too strong,' I scolded myself, only for Michael to dispel such thoughts by turning me around and pulling me back against his strong muscular body; his noticeable ‘six-pack' and a very proud cock.

He then, and with his arm around my slender waist, directed my head to the right and kissed me. This time it was more erotic, as he sucked on my tongue and I writhed my butt against his warm erection. Still kissing and sucking, Michael unbuttoned my jacket and subsequently had his hands underneath my camisole supporting my breasts.

The bra I'd chosen to wear was a half cup, and it didn't take Michael long to lower the material enough that he was able to tenderly roll each, by now, engorged nipple between finger and thumb.

"Hurmn, humn," I moaned and murmured, my right hand soon moving in between us and locating his hard-on. ‘That's big,' I couldn't help but notice, as I did my best to stroke it through the thin material of his suit trousers.

"Bedroom," I gasped, when he finally released my tongue and lips, although the wanton woman inside me wanted to suck him off first - taste his sweet cum juice - here and now.

"We can get to that soon," he said, his words almost teasing me as they left his lips, ones that were kissing the right side of my cheek as our explorative hands took over- Michael's caressing my breasts while I fumbled for his trouser fly.

"Take my jacket off for me," I suggested. And moments later we were once more stood as before. This time, however, my hand had snuck in between the nylon teeth of his trousers and was stroking his warm shaft. By contrast, Michael had eased the cups of my bra above my breasts and was caressing them quite firmly; his attention, and that of my own, soon bringing about an increased moistness in my black thong.

"Hurm," I lowly moaned, as a low wave of pleasured ecstasy washed through my body.

"You've cum," Michael sensed, with a pleasant tone.

"Yes," I rejoined lustfully, only for him to once more roll my nipples, no doubt wanting to bring about a repeat.

"My..." I moaned, almost feeling embarrassed to say pussy.

"Pussy, quim, cunt, even," Michael teased; his last noun causing me to writhe my shapely ass against his warm hard dick.

"Yes," I sighed.

"Yes, what, Rebecca."

"My cunt, feel my cunt," I crooned, my face feeling as florid as it must surely look. In a space of minutes, I'd gone from wanting Michael to make love to me to needing him to fuck me. ‘Let's face it,' I told myself, ‘it's ‘fucking', all the same.'

Releasing my breasts, neither of which would feel neglected if he were to venture south, I stopped my hand movement in anticipation of what, hopefully, was next. I moaned and sighed when I felt Michael's hands on my lace top hold ups, which he caressed and smoothed his hands over before slowly directing them along and up my thighs. As he did, Michael gathered up my skirt and, taking the hem in his right hand, tucked it just inside the waistband. Like this, he had unobstructed access to my lower region; my black lacy thong, which by now was almost wet with my permeations, and my puffy mound, which was almost shaved and just as doused.

"I've a mind to pleasantly chastise you," Michael whispered to my ear, "but that'll keep for another time," he intoned, his words enthralling me with the realisation that he wanted more than this morning and early afternoon.

With my upper thighs exposed, I once more felt both his hands on the nylon just below the lace tops. My hand that was still lightly holding his warm manhood remained motionless as he stroked the material and edged his fingers higher; Michael's touch, when he strayed onto my naked thighs, causing me to emit an almost strangled yelp and moan.

"Is your pussy shaved," he wondered. "I so like the feel of a woman's wiry curls on my fingers," Michael crooned, just before his right hand cupped my entire mound. As he did, his close touch sent a shiver of delight through my upper body and my lax hand once more stroked his shaft; the thumb of which, impulsively teased his glans, which were noticeably sticky from the residue of his pre-cum.

As I wanked his meaty staff, Michael's fingers traced the line of my moist slit over my thong. And with little effort on his part, he subsequently had my pussy lips marginally parted. Moan upon moan slipped from my lips as his fingers stroked the cleft of my snatch; my cunt almost desperately wanting to feel them against and then inside it.

"That'll keep for now," he said, almost teasing me. And instead, I felt his hands lift my camisole up and off over my head, prompting me to release his cock in the process. Next Michael unclipped my strapless bra and it soon joined my other two items of clothing.

‘Now the bedroom,' my mind hoped, but no. Michael ushered me forwards so that I was facing the wall opposite, and then placed my arms vertical and with my palms against the wall. My body again shivered as my prominent nipples felt the cold stone surface. I've enjoyed many a varied foreplay in my life, but nothing quite like this, and we'd yet to get to the usual.

"You've got an amazing shapely body," Michael commended, and having done so, I felt his warm lips on the back of my neck, then along the line of each of my shoulders, before continuing over, across and down my back until he reached my waist.

At a guess, he was no doubt squatting. I sensed Michael's warm breath as he moved his hands to locate the button and zip of my skirt, which brought about a ‘whisp' sound when it slithered down my nylon clad legs; apart from which, along with my heeled shoes, I was otherwise naked before him - the strap of my thong having, as always, disappeared between my curple.

"You're ass is quite shapely also, quite sexy in fact," he extolled, before moving the strap of my thong to the side.

"Emn, can we -"

"Go to your bedroom," he smiled.

"Yes...please," I almost begged, my body aching to have him inside me.

"Presently, Rebecca. Right now I want to bathe in your remarkable beauty, and you really are a truly beautiful young woman," he averred, my cunt again becoming moist from his plaudits.

What with all the heated passion we'd thus far exchanged, I realised I'd forgotten to ask Michael something. "I take it you're not with anyone?" I cautiously enquired, hopefully having him understand, this could be something more than just a casual fuck.

"No, work pretty much takes up my time," he rejoined, before kissing each of my round shapely buttocks in turn.

"There. I'll labour over your sweet smelling pussy once you're reclined on your bed. Which way," he asked. ‘Follow me,' I smiled. And moments later, hand in hand, I led him through the lounge and from there to my boudoir.

Since Michael had replaced his cock inside his trousers, I'd yet to actually see it, let alone get a taste of it. I can't see what the big deal is with those women who shun sucking a man's cock while expecting him to go down on them. I, for one, just love to feel the warm texture between my lips and in my mouth and also feel it respond to my ministrations.

"Lay on the bed for me, please," I invited my guest. And without hesitation, Michael reclined on my duvet. Like that, his cock was causing a tenting in his trousers, and so I quickly moved to undo the almost restricting garment, which I soon removed preceded by his lace up shoes.

"Emn, that's quite impressive," I lauded, as I gazed at the long thick muscle that was standing up almost vertical from his groin; his hairy balls, both filled with copious amounts of cum, were remarkable also. Not wanting to get his suit creased up, I folded the trousers and quickly laid them over a stool by my vanity table and was soon back where I was; knelt beside Michael ready to taste his cock.

Not saying anything, I craned my head over him. And as I stroked the warm fleshy shaft, I traced my tongue tip over and around the purple bell end and in between the eye of the glans.

"You like that," I remarked, noticing his breathy shiver of delight; whereupon, Michael nodded his response and I slithered my tongue down the underside of his firm erection as I supported its length in my hand.

"Emn, you do that so well, Rebecca. When..." Michael hinting at doing the same for me, as I sucked his cock up and down between my lips; slowly to begin with, then, and gazing into his eyes, with some alacrity.

"Cum for me, Michael, let me taste you," I urged, feeling that he was holding back.

"Are you sure," he asked.

Having nodded yes, I continued sucking his dick and this time stroking his balls encouragingly. It wasn't long before I felt the first gush of his hot sticky spunk, which erupted in my mouth with a reasonable force. After that, Michael hosed down the walls of my mouth with the next expulsions as I sucked and swallowed.

"Emn, your cum's delicious," I exclaimed, having presently released his receding cock with a ‘pop'. After that, and still cradling the shaft in my right palm, I licked up the residue of semen from it.

"There, all nice and clean," I intoned, and emitted a pleasant smile of satisfaction.

"Where would you like me," I said, as I, without averting my attention and gaze, reached down behind me and slipped off my shoes, which I let fall to the floor.

Having invited me to lay where he was, Michael quickly removed his jacket and shirt, neither of which he wasted time folding - his pants meanwhile cradling his cock like a hammock.

I was undoubtedly horny, and to show Michael how much, I traced my fingers up and down the cleft of my cunt and felt its wetness through my stained lace thong. Leaving me with that, Michael leant over my head. He then, having lowered himself, kissed my nose, then each of my lips and both of them, before moving to my chin and neck and subsequently along my shoulders. As he did, I placed my left hand on the middle of his and let it follow as Michael moved to kiss the slope of my breasts and the flesh itself, before gliding his warm moist tongue around the dark circles of my areola, and taking each swollen nipple between his lips and then licking the tip while sucking the bud. Just then, and with all the sensuous build up, along with my own fevered finger stroking, I came.

"Emmn, you've made me wet again, Michael. You've made me cum," I exclaimed.

"More, lower, please," I appealed, now wanting to have his mouth and tongue where my fingers were lazily stroking as he concentrated his attention on first the rise of each breast and then my midriff, followed, presently, by his tongue teasing my naval. Although I'm not ticklish there, I do, however, find it nevertheless arousing.

With his head resting on my abdomen, I presently heard Michael flare his nostrils as he breathed in my scent, which is something that gets me quite aroused and even more turned on.

Moments later, and as I bathed in the euphoria of my recent orgasm, I felt, much as I expected and longed for, Michael's fingers trace mine and once more stroke my pussy, which I ceded to his touch. Just as I moved them away, though, he drew them back and licked and sucked each of my cum sticky fingers in turn before releasing them. Michael then slid the lace gusset of my thong to one side and then, having moistened his fingers, dipped the three longest ones into my heated pool, his touch causing me to release a long, drawn out sighed whimper, as another climax percolated inside my vulva.

"Fuck! Yes. Make me cum, Michael, make me fucking cum," I cried out, my head bucking back on the bed and rolling from side to side as his attentiveness facilitated another climax.

"Oh God, Michael, I want you, I want you so badly," I pleaded, as he continued to massage the folds of my cunt. Even so, I knew he would insist on at least one more pleasured act; my love button, my pearl, the man in the boat. My delicious sensitive sticky clit!

In anticipation of either, I reposed my feet so that my knees were bent. Seeing this, Michael moved his hands to the sides of my thong's waistband and, having I raised my shapely ass off the bed cover, slid the lace material down my thighs before reposing himself and taking each foot in turn from it.

"Come here," I said, gesturing Michael to me as he lowered my right leg and positioned it as before, only further apart from the left foot, also bent at the knee.

Coyly smiling at me, something few men I've known do, my very welcome guest planted soft kisses up each leg in turn, before moving closer and doing the same to my inner thighs, which I lent outwards for him.

"I could get to like this—a lot," I told him, as he kissed and then licked my humid naked upper thighs. As he did, I hesitated as whether or not to place a hand on Michael's head. Not for encouragement, as he needed none as he snaked his tongue along the line of my thigh, avoiding my inflamed pussy mound as he did, but out of affection for what he was and would be doing.

"Yes, you've got a sublime cunt, Rebecca," Michael crooned, and then, without another word, he set about getting to know it.

No more teasing. His tongue, flattened out, skimmed up my weeping gash, catching each droplet of my horny wet juice as it trickled from me, before returning and licking up the next sticky flow.

"Fuck, yes, emn," I moaned and sighed. Rather than stroke Michael's hair, I could not resist reaching for my tits and pulling on each of my hardened nipples, which I soon rolled and twisted between my fingers and thumb.

"Fuck, yes, more, make me cum, make me fucking cum!" I cried. What with my own attention and that of Michael's tongue in my cunt, I quickly climaxed. As I did, I felt Michael's tongue flash around inside me as it licked up my streaming juices.

"Fuck me, Michael, fuck me," I impelled him; his tongue doing a wonderful job in that respect as my upper body writhed on the bed cover.

Taking himself from me, Michael then raised my thighs up to expose my bottom; my ass, in particular my perineum and puckered anus. I'm not one for anal sex, having had a bad experience in my late teens, nonetheless, I waited with anticipation of what was next - I didn't wait long!

Almost immediately his moist tongue was teasing the area of flesh between my pussy and anus, and then my rosebud; Michael stopping short of actually delving inside. He then, having reposed my legs flat and apart, edged closer to my clitty, which I drew back the hood of and exposed my sticky nub to his attention.

"Emn, yes, like that, just like that," I swooned, as he lightly flicked the tip and then just as lightly sucked the engorged head; mine being quite prominent compared to what I've seen on porn sites.

Wanting to again make me cum, Michael once more slid his adroit fingers into my pussy and this time gave me a most vigorous fucking, one that had me panting and gasping for air afterwards. ‘Surely now he would fuck me,' I hoped upon hope.

After all his attention, I was a wanton woman consumed with lust. Forget making love, I wanted, no, I needed Michael to fuck me, fuck my brains out, fuck me ‘til lunchtime and again afterwards.

Lifting Michael up from me by his chin, which, along with his lips, was coated in a sheen of my pussy nectar, I, having raised my upper body, looked at him and said, "Fuck me, Michael, put your lovely long cock in my pussy and fuck me, please. I can't wait any longer."

Clutching my thighs, Michael slid his hands to the backs of my knees and soon had them pushed back and with my ankles resting on each of his shoulders. Like this, he could get maximum penetration, something I both wanted and needed.

Reaching down as he waited, I lightly grasped his stone hard erection and teased the glans along my puffy wet slit for a few fleeting moments. Only then did I ease his lovely long cock between my cunt lips and fuck him into me for a brief while. When I eventually let Michael take over, his spearing thrusts followed by a slow withdrawal to the entrance of my sex, built up yet another glowing climax inside me.

"Huh, huh, fuck me, fuck me," I breathed and intoned, as his forceful thrusts jolted me into the mattress. Having made me cum, Michael withdrew himself and quickly lapped up most of my juices before inviting me to get on all fours. No sooner had I done so, than I felt his tongue on my ass, which was soon followed by that of his cock in my pussy, his left hand on my hip drawing me back onto his cock, and his right hand underneath me stroking my clit.

"Fuck, yes. You really now how to please someone," I commended my guest, who then fucked me to yet another fulfilling climax; Michael again lapping my juices up afterwards.

"Emn, I never did chastise your shapely ass, Rebecca," Michael intoned, as he moved his knees so that he was straddling my left leg. I then, and with my forearms resting on the bed, felt his left hand slide under my body from the left side followed by his fingertips inside my cunt. Just then, and with no warning, I felt Michael's right hand smack my right buttock. The response caused me to jolt down onto his fingers and let out a pleasured moan as my body reposed itself. When I felt his hand similarly dust my left buttock, I came, no doubt as he knew I would.

Inviting me to turn over, Michael climbed off the bed and then drew me to the side he was stood beside and with my legs once more out and back. He then had me hold myself open for him and, no sooner had I done it than I felt his cock slap down on my exposed sex.

"Christ!" I cried, not out of anguished pain, but from the short, sharp sensation that zinged, yes, zinged through my body. It was like I'd expect an electric shock to feel only this was immensely pleasurable and not life threatening. As with my ass a moment ago, the subsequent slaps had me cumming. Once I had, Michael frotted my clit with his now sticky glans before sliding his cock back into my cunt and giving me a leisurely fuck with it. I don't know about some, most other women, but the contemplation of surprise, and with it not being foretold the position a lover wants me in, is a monumental aphrodisiac.

"Fuck, you're cock's so fucking lovely inside me, Michael," I extolled, as he took his time and, ever the concerned caring lover, stroked my clit with the same rhythm his cock was going in and out of my wet pussy.

Presently stopping, and with his cock buried to the hilt in my cooze, Michael reposed my legs at a wide and forward leaning point. After several forceful lunges, he wrapped my legs around his waist, and then took my wrists and helped me up. As my upper body got closer to his, he directed my arms onto his shoulders and then stood up; Michael taking me with him. In this position, my lover's usually have me sat on the back of an armchair against a wall.

"Well, you're definitely full of surprises," I lauded; whereupon, Michael thrust his engorged cock deep into my receptive, and hungry for his cock, fuck hole.

"Em, fuck, yes, never, have I, been, fucked, so, expertly, and, determinedly, as, this. Huh, huh, huh. Fuck me, Michael, fuck me," I extolled, gasped and directed him. "God, Michael, you're, making me, fucking, cum, again!" I told him, as I sensed my release.

Trembling - me and not him, considering he was supporting my size 12 weight - I kissed Michael as he fucked his hard dick into me until I climaxed. There's a lesson for all you men. Make your partner cum. Go down on her again if you wish before changing position, she'll love/like you for it and may even suck you off afterwards. I most certainly would, however, I'm ‘wrapped up' at the moment, if you'll excuse the pun.

Having set me down, I directed Michael to once more lay on the bed for me. I then knelt beside him and licked and sucked his cock for some minutes though not enough to have him give me his second load - that I wanted to feel inside my pussy and cervix.

‘My turn for a surprise,' I thought, as, smiling down at him, I soon straddled Michael and fed his cock into my pussy. I then took his hands, which I placed on my breasts. And as I slowly fucked myself up and down his warm muscular erection his hands caressed my tits and his fingers worked on my nipples.

"I might, oh yes, let you have my ass, em fuck, next time, Michael, right now though," I said, before taking his hands and entwining his fingers in that of mine for support, "I want you to fuck me; fuck me and fill me up with your warm cum. I want to feel you in my belly." Not that I wanted to be made pregnant. Besides which, I unreligiously (I'm Catholic) take oral contraception.

"Yes, that's it, fuck me, fuck me," I cried with an almost whimper, as I motioned myself up and down Michael's hard dick.

"Cum for me, cum with me," I presently urged, as I felt, not just his shaft begin to swell, the way men do just before they cum, but my clit respond to our final fuck action.

"Fuck, yes, that's it. Cum for me, cum, Michael," I implored, and seconds later, I felt his warm seed disperse inside me as my own climax gripped my body.

All of that was some six weeks ago, now, and we've been inseparable since. Michael is truly second to none, simply because it's different each time. And that, as they say, is "carnal attraction," for you.