The Fall of 19_: Chapter 3- Sara Stumbles
Sara: Alex called me at work the very next day. He was immediately sexual, so
self-assured, so generous in his compliments, that I was wet from the beginning
of the conversation to the end.
I didn't even realize it but I spent most of the call with my fingers up my
skirt, lightly playing with my clit through my panties. I hung up after making a
date with him for that Saturday night and I started to calm down. That's when l
I noticed my hand down there between my parted thighs and suddenly I could
almost feel my juice flowing out of me. I realized, with what had been for me a
too-infrequent burst of feminine pride, that I had caught the interest of a
magically potent man. I brought my legs up and slipped my fingers down into my
panties and pinched my soaking clit, making it hurt just a little; surprising
myself for doing it because I had no idea why I did and why it felt so good. I
did it again and again and came very quickly, thinking of him on top of me, my
legs wrapped tightly around his hard torso as he fucked me into heaven.
I couldn't believe how he was talking to me over the phone. Saying he wanted to
lick my cunt! I laughed when I thought about what I would do if Jon ever said
that to me. First I'd slap his face, then I'd berate him for about an hour and
then I wouldn't give him any sex for about two months until he was begging
forgiveness. Then, maybe, just maybe, and with full irony intended, I'd let him
lick me off. But with Alex it was so completely different. I felt like I
should be doing the begging, felt, in fact, like I wanted to. When he said he
wanted to fuck me until I came ten times it was all I could do to keep from
pleading for him to come and do me right there in my office.
I came twice more, unable to keep my hand out of my panties, my greedy little
bud throbbing for more, and then sat there in my chair and licked my juices off
my fingers, thoughts of Saturday night dancing in my head.
I told Jon that I would be spending Saturday night with my sister and some of
her friends at a bar in the east end. I already had it figured that some time
that evening I would call him and tell him that I was going to stay over at the
home of one of the girls and that I didn't know the number, if he was annoying
enough to ask. I told my sister of my plan. She was more than willing to help;
she never liked Jon very much anyway and when I described Alex to her she became
almost as excited as me. "Oh god, you're so lucky, " she gushed, " he sounds
amazing!". The stage was set.
Jon was his usual nosy and suspicious self on Saturday as I prepared for my big
night. I guess he knew me well enough that he could tell when I was putting a
major effort into my appearance. It only pissed me off (I couldn't believe my
own cruelty toward him) as he half-jokingly asked if I was planning to get
picked up that night. Little do you know, you bastard, I thought, that your
enemy, your worst nightmare, has already picked me up. I felt like a supreme
bitch-slut, and what was worse, I liked the feeling.
I didn't care if he saw that I was putting on my sexiest little black dress. I
sloughed off his concern by telling him that it was a Saturday night and we were
going out and everyone else would be looking good and I was too. My angry tone
shut him up, as I knew it would. What I had to do surreptitiously, however, was
put on my sexiest underwear without his finding out. All powdered in the
bathroom I slipped into my sexiest black panties (or rather my second sexiest as
my favourites had mysteriously disappeared) and my most flattering lacy bra. I
had to be particularly careful that my stockings went undiscovered by my prying
husband so I slipped my dress on quickly after hooking them to my black garter
belt. I topped them off with little black boots that would not fully arouse the
suspicion of my husband but would hopefully completely arouse my lover. I gave
Jon a little quick kiss that made my stomach quiver. I saw a look of desire in
his eyes at seeing me looking so hot so I hurried out the door before he could
get any silly notions in his head and discover the cheating slut that lay
beneath his wife's appearance. There couldn't be any explaining away the "fuck
me" underclothes I was wearing.
I hit the street with my heart pounding and hailed a cab to the restaurant. My
body tingled all over, with trepidation for the glorious sin about to be
committed. I thought about how the evening would go all the way over; how he
would look, how I looked. I was as taut as a drum and couldn't wait to get a
drink inside me.
My heart melted when I entered the place and saw him waiting for me at the bar.
He looked even better than I recalled in my weeklong fantasy. He wore a very
hip jacket and pants; classy but cool, and when I kissed him hello I could feel
the jealous eyes of all the women there upon me. Yeah, he looked that good.
Six-four, broad-shouldered, every inch a man. I was intoxicated with being
beside him.
Dinner was wonderful. Alex was the prince of charm: attentive, a great
listener, flattering. He seemed to find everything I said to be the most
interesting thing he'd ever heard. And how I talked! I caught myself several
times and giggled embarrassingly to him that I must be the biggest bore he'd
ever met but of course he just kept complimenting me and saying what a great
conversationalist I was. I swooned under his charms and the sensuous elixir of
drink and fabulous food. I could have stayed there forever, despite my lust for
this man, which was growing ever stronger.
Soon dinner was over however and once again my heart began to pound as he
suggested going for a few more drinks in a bar down the street.
It was a hip, upscale place, dark, with soothing jazz playing in the background.
Alex seemed to know all the people who worked there and again I felt proud to be
on his arm. We settled into a dark booth in the corner and ordered drinks.
His warmth was such a pleasant surprise. I was prepared for an arrogant
over-proud man- in fact that's what I thought I was getting and would have been
quite satisfied too- but instead he was so warm and sincere that I was
overwhelmed.
We talked for hours. He told me about his struggle to succeed, his humble
beginnings, setbacks, rip-offs and, finally, success. I realized the shitty rap
that Jon and his friends had laid on Alex, and people like him, was really
unfair. There was something in the very honest and real tale of desire and
overcoming that Alex wove for me that drew me to him in more than just the
physical sense, although that aspect of it only grew with his every word. His
hand gestures, the strict and sober features of his face as he spoke of his
valiant effort to fulfil his dreams, moved me in ways I hadn't anticipated when
I first met him. Clearly the strength that made him such a presence was not
just a front.
It took a long while for a child of cynicism such as me to overcome my disbelief
in such a show of honest passion. I realized that Alex, despite, or because of,
his raw power, was really like a naive child in this perverted world of fakery
and distrust. People like Jon and his friends, so full of irony, were really
displaying an acceptance of their impotence in dealing with the world. Their
attitude was a giving-up on life while here was a man who was willing to be a
man in the old-fashioned sense, to grab life by the horns and fight it, to wrest
every bit of living he could from an increasingly absurd world. I was
enthralled.
He had his arm draped across the back of the booth behind me. I lay my head back
on it and smiled up at him. "What are you thinking", he asked me, his voice warm
and sexy. "I'm thinking about how happy I am to be here with you. This has been
a magical night". He bent his head down towards me. "And it's only just
begun". He brought his lips to mine and we kissed; a kiss instantly deep and
passionate. I let out a soft moan. Our tongues met, swirling together as my
thoughts swirled with delirious joy.
He put his free hand on my thigh and my whole body quivered. My mouth parted a
little more to receive him as my legs instinctively uncrossed. He slowly pulled
my skirt up as we necked there in the isolation of our darkened booth. He
caressed my stockinged legs and then his hand went ever higher, to the stocking
tops and the bare thighs beyond them. He smiled with approval as he realized I
had worn stockings and soon enough he was taking advantage of the accessibility.
I had one hand around his big strong back while the other stroked the muscular
arm that was inching ever higher on my legs, to my increased arousal. When he
touched my pantied crotch I let out a squeal of delight and moaned, driving my
tongue deep into his mouth.
He pulled his lips away from mine and kissed my cheek wetly and kissed further
down to my neck, all the while stroking my cunt through my silky black panties.
I drew my head back in ecstasy, opening my neck up for his wet caresses. He took
the arm behind me and wrapped it around my head with a powerful grip, pulling my
neck into his mouth where he bit my skin, making me cry out in a mix of pain and
pleasure.
He pulled my panties aside deftly and his fingers touched my wet pussy for the
first time. When he grazed my clit I almost leapt off the seat. I turned my
lips toward his and pressed them hard against his mouth so that my cries of
ecstasy were muffled. His fingers moved expertly in my cunt. I had never been
wetter and the whole area was lubricated with my juices. He brought his hand
away from my pleasure centre and put them to my lips. I moaned as I licked my
own cunt juices off of his fingers. He bent down and licked them with me, our
tongues together, roaming over the sweet, wet fingers, until my juice was all
gone and again we kissed and again he resumed the delirious, deft manipulation
of my sex.
I reached for his cock where it lay still under wraps. As my hand fell on it I
gasped. Even from the outside of his pants I could tell it was wonderfully big.
I stroked him through the material, difficult though it was with his hand moving
so expertly in my pussy. I marvelled at the size of it, deliberately delaying
the unveiling that I desired more and more. We continued to kiss; our lips
pressed tightly together, our tongues wrapping themselves together.
At last I couldn't wait any more. I pulled my mouth away from his and brought
my two hands together at his crotch, fumbling- but with the intense
concentration of a snake charmer- for his zipper and the prize that awaited me
within.
I undid his pants and opened them up wide. I reached into the convenient hole
in his boxers and pulled. And pulled. I couldn't believe my eyes when his
incredible prick was finally all out. I gazed with wonder and amazement. I
didn't know anyone could have a cock so long and thick and gorgeous! I could
feel my own breath panting with desire and even trepidation at the impressive
cock before me. I finally had to concede that Freud just might have had
something when he talked about the primeval want, longing and fear that a cock
can inspire in a woman. If any cock could, this would be it.
I put both hands around the shaft and was amazed to find that there was room for
more. I stroked him with both hands and turned my dazed face up to his. He
looked down on me with the confident eyes of a masterful man who knew completely
what greatness was and that he had it. My entire body was alive with desire for
him, bursting with want. Without giving it a second thought I slid off the
booth's seat and sank to the floor on my knees and engulfed Alex's huge cock in
my mouth like a whore.
I knelt there between his parted thighs, stockinged knees on the floor, hidden
by the table and its cloth, and sucked him off. I had to spread my lips wide
but to my glorious pleasure I managed to fit him in. I moved my mouth up and
down the shaft, licking it, moaning. My hands caressed his hard thighs while
his held my head tightly as I bobbed up and down in his lap. I pulled my lips
off and wet-kissed his wonderful cock all over, moaning with bliss as I did and
wallowing in the sheer honour of sucking such a magnificent cock.
I licked the shaft thickly, lubricating it all over, and then I began to suck
him more vigorously, my own saliva trickling past my stretched lips and onto my
flushed cheeks. Suddenly I heard a voice and Alex pulled the tablecloth over
his cock and my head, and slumped a little, so that my head and his cock went
under the table. I was stunned at first and just stopped where I was, his cock
half-buried in my mouth, and listened. Alex was of course non-plussed and when
I heard him talking so nonchalantly to the waitress I simply went back to my
work, sliding my lips up and down on his fantastic cock and too lost in my lust,
like the slut that I was, to care anymore. I wanted this man and I was
determined to have him. I didn't care who saw me act like a shameless bitch for
him.
I couldn't help but notice too, as I silently sucked Alex's cock under the table
that the waitress was coming on to him. I listened, realizing that she had
waited until she thought I had gone to the washroom to come over and make her
move. The understanding of just how attractive a man I was with and that it was
me who had him, if only for the evening, drove my lust ever higher and I sucked
with fervent lust.
The bitch, I was soon to hear, was more brazen than she seemed initially. This
same woman who had earlier smiled at me so warmly I now overheard from my place
between Alex's legs say, "I don't know what you're plans are for the rest of the
evening but if you're not doing anything I get off at two". To my shock and
shame, and with burning ears, I heard Alex say with a sly tone, "Well I don't
know. I think my date might mind... but you could ask her yourself" and with
that he pulled up the tablecloth and revealed me, cock in mouth, to the slutty
bitch.
I fell to the floor beside him. I could hear the waitress, as shocked as I,
mutter apologies and depart rapidly. I lay on the floor thinking about what
everyone had said about him being a bastard and realized that even I, who was so
proud of myself for being a bastard-spotter, had fallen for it. I was stunned.
The next moment, however, I had regained my strength and in a few seconds I
crawled out from under the table and, without so much as a glance his way, I
strode, with complete indignation, out the door. I heard Alex call out behind
me with a mocking tone, "Does this mean I'm free for the evening? Call me!"
I held myself together as I hurried, mortified, past the patrons and employees,
including the propositioning waitress. Only when I was near the door did I
remember to pull my dress down over my wet panties and exposed stockings. Once
outside I found I had been holding my breath and I gasped for air to feed my
panicking heart. I hailed a cab and wept all the way to my sister's place. She
wasn't home so I was free to collapse on her spare bed and cry myself to sleep,
my dreams a wicked concoction of sex and shame.
