I’m Sophie, 30, blonde-ish hair to my shoulders, blue eyes, 5’6″, fit at 119 lbs. Cute face, perky 85B tits, firm ass – nothing bombshell, but it turns heads. Life was vanilla till 27: top school, exec job, boring ex. Sex? Disaster. Three virgin boyfriends, no orgasms, just solo rubs.
Then I changed. Dumped him, new job, dance classes. Spotted Edouard: 6’1″, dark hair, green eyes, lean muscle, classy suits, aloof vibe. Hooked. After-work drinks with the crew. I rigged it so he’d join. Nights blurred. One evening, just us. Dinner invite. I spilled my guts – childhood, teen fails, sex flops. He listened, smiled killer. Learned he’s 33, experienced, single. Dropped me home at 1am. Two pecks. Frustrated. Wet.
The Building Tension
Two weeks teasing. I hosted dinner. Spent hours prepping exotic dishes, then bath, outfit hunt. Ditched short plaid skirt – too risky with garters. Tailleur too office. Fluid black pants? String only. Settled on embroidered wide-leg jeans hugging my ass, black tanga thong. Short black blouse, low-cut, push-up bra. Loose hair, light makeup, perfume. He arrived first, flowers. Faded jeans, tight sweater, shearling coat. Hot.
Party rocked. Wine flowed. I sat opposite, foot up his calf. He smirked. Kitchen escape: dishwasher hums. He corners me. Finger traces lips, cheek, neck, bra edge. Neck kiss. Whispers my hostess skills tempt. Leaves me soaked.
Club after. Latin beats. His hand on my belly under blouse. Grinds hard cock on my ass. Dance, kiss, tongues wild. Hands under his sweater. Thigh rubs my wet pussy. Till 5am.
Home drop-off. No fuck – brother early. Call at 9pm. He’s downstairs. Flowers again. Kitchen: pins me to counter. Rips tee. Bra off. Sucks tits. Pants drop, thong gone. Kneels, licks pussy lips. Eyes locked. Then eggplant tease. Rubs clit, parts folds. I buck, cum hard. He sucks it clean. “Love eggplants.”
Dinner cozy. He leaves.
Next day office. Bisou hello. 5pm call: “Want you. My office, 7:30pm.” Firm, tender. Corridors empty. Knock. “Enter.”
The Explosive Release
Printer whirs distant. Coffee stench mixes my perfume. Door clicks locked. His desk spotless but one KingSize condom. Sits in chair. “Come here.”
Stockings stroked. Tailleur skirt hikes. Dim-up safe. Straddle him. Jacket off. Blouse opens. Cravat gone, shirt undone. Smooth muscled chest. Lick it.
“Pull out my cock.” Zipper. Commando. Thick, dark, purple head. Balls smooth, heavy. Cupped. His fingers under thong, knead ass, probe wet slit.
“Condom.” I fumble. He helps. “Impale.” Wide stretch. Gland pops in – gasp, sting, bliss. Balls deep slow. Sweat beads. Finger rims asshole. “No.” Smack ass. Cry-love it.
Ride hard. Juice drips. Tit licks, tongue fucks mouth. Balls squeeze. “Cum!” He throbs, grunts fill. Collapse. “Delicious, baby.”
Fix skirt, blouse. Bisou. Out. Meeting next? Nah, dinner. Tender. In love.