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By *izterry OP Couple
over a year ago
Norwich |
I had become attracted to him over a period of time. Initially through reading his erotic stories, delicate and suggestive, rather than outright pornography. The sort of tale where you could all so easily place yourself in the lead character’s role, absorbing the atmosphere created within ones own mind. The place of fantasy where there were no bounds or limits, the place where I would spend so much time with my Duracell friends.
Initial contact was complimentary of his work, developing into friendly banter. Slowly we revealed some of our personalities to one another, his long standing relationship and my lack of self-confidence, his dominant role in the work situation and my tendency to enjoy being dominated. Flirtation became a regular part of our exchanges, along with teasing and suggestiveness. He appeared kind and polite I enjoyed his attention.
With continued banter, contact was becoming more regular. I would find myself passing a spot where I knew he could be found, only to wonder if he was sitting in one of those cars overlooking that view point. One of the exciting things was that neither of us had revealed our true names or identities. Our imaginations building the characters on the few bare bones we had allowed the other to see. I saw him as my gallant knight and hoped he saw me as his damsel. I was truly taken aback when one day his message was so forward that I took it as a proposal to take things further. Confused and not wishing to overstep my rule of not meeting men in a relationship I brushed over his comment. But the seed had been sown.
A new story appeared on a website, a story which upon reading, made my mind race and my tummy turn. The story featured a middle aged lady, not dissimilar to myself. Set on a Wednesday in early October it described how she found herself finishing work one day. However, instead of driving straight home in her normal fashion, she was to have a diversion into excitement, the like of which she hadn’t experienced for some very long time.
Moving to her locker in the staff rooms she took out her small bag containing her change of clothes. In the toilets she removed her boring work uniform and in its place put on a jersey dress, plunge bra and crotchless tights, only additions were high heels and a necklace, the latter drawing the eye to her ample cleavage. Hair and make-up done in the cloak room mirror she hurried about getting herself to her little red car without her work colleagues seeing. Sitting in the car park she wondered if she could or should go through with this, but by the time she got to the view point she found her indicator winking back at her from the dashboard as she pulled in. Still unsure of the type of car she was looking for she stared at those with occupants. Ruling out any with more than one person and those with dogs in the back it left just one guy in a 4x4. She pulled to a stop next to, but a little distance away from it. The tension was electric, heart beating she took a casual glance his way, was it him? Would he show any interest?
Several minutes passed with no further indication that she had got the right guy, she was considering whether she should leave when she looked up and caught him looking back at her. His eyes however were not looking at her face, but lower on her body. She stroked her necklace drawing her hand and his attention to her face, their eyes met and both allowed themselves a smile before his attention returned to her bosom. It was the point of no return, without realising, she hesitated for a moment. Then, slowly, oh so slowly, her hand slid back down her necklace as, at the same time, she turned her position in her seat to face her observer. Glancing around there was nobody else in view as slowly she slipped her hand inside, beneath the fabric of her plunging neckline. As her fingers reached her stiffening nipple it was all she could do to keep her eyes on her suitor rather than allowing them to roll back in her head as she delighted in the moment. Staring at him she could see his tongue moistening his slips as she gently played, exposing her breast. Knowing she had him captivated she lowered her other hand to her hemline gradually raising it as she watched him intently. He appeared restless in his seat, shuffling around, before his arm started to move in a steady rhythm, a rhythm that was to mimic her own as she found, exposed and massaged her most private of places. For all too few moments she remained in this high state of arousal before looking at her suitor, his facial features tense and reddened, she joined him in his moment of ecstasy.
Without words and with just a smile and the slightest of waves he backed from his parking space and drove away. That night on the computer she hinted that she may have seen him earlier but he gave nothing away in his reply. She sat wondering whether she had exposed herself to a complete stranger, excitement and confusion battling in her mind, she asked herself if she should repeat the experience. Already, deep in her soul, she knew she must. |
