Diner Attraction

Now he was in a frenzy. 'She wouldn't object' he repeated it over and over to himself. He wondered what did she mean, did she want to meet, did she want him to come over? He was pacing in circles around his office. He wasn't sure how or if he should respond.
He started doubting himself and regretted starting anything, but he was alive and on fire inside. He hadn't felt this way in years. He didn't know if she had been serious, but he didn't care. This was the best he had felt in a long time and he wasn't about to stop now.

Then why wait until lunch? I have an idea for a snack we both might enjoy.

He held the phone in his hand and the after a long pause, hit send.
 
Holy crap. Her heart was racing and she couldn't sit still. She got up from the couch, sweat beads dripping down her neck. She got up from the couch and pulled her hair up into a messy ponytail. She wondered if he'd come, did he want to see her just like she wanted to see him.

She texted him her address, finding that she wanted to desperately see him. And she didn't want to wait until tomorrow at lunch.
 
'Holy shit!' he thought as he read her message. There was no text save for an address. It wasn't far, just the other side of town. He almost yelled out loud at the realization that she was attracted to him as much as he had been to her.
He grabbed his coat and keys and in a few minutes he was sitting behind the wheel of his car. His hands were shaking as he gripped the steering wheel. He couldn't believe he was doing this. He had thought about stepping out on his wife many time over the last few years, but this was the first time he had wanted to go through with it.
He shifted the car into reverse and then immediately back to park. He took out his phone and decided to send one more message to be sure. He was about to cross a line and he didn't want to show up and find out that his had just called his bluff.

I shall be there shortly, can't wait to see you...all of you.
 
He wanted to see all of her...she read the message over and over again. She didn't know if she should change but she didn't. She prayed this wasn't a joke, that he wouldn't stand her up or text and say he couldn't come. She paced her apartment, reading the message over and over again. She pulled her hair out of the messy bun she had put up.

She was nervous, incredibly nervous but she was excited. Never did she have a man want her like this, not a gentleman like Charlie. She sat down on the couch, hoping this wasn't some sick joke.
 
He was making his way across town occasionally glancing at his phone. The lack of response was making him nervous. Was she pissed, turned on, or what? Maybe this wasn't her address, maybe she was just toying with an older man.
After all, she was young and in college. There were no doubt many guys beating a path to her door. What could she possibly see in an older married man. The more he thought about the more foolish he felt. Several times he almost turned the car around, but twenty minutes later he parked across from the building she had indicated.
He got out of the car, and drew a deep breath. He crossed the street and walked into the small lobby of the building. Finding her apartment number he paused with his finger over the buzzer wondering if this was a mistake. He drew another deep breath,, and give the button a gentle push.
 
Her heart was racing, breathing so hard she could barely think straight. She heard the buzzer and it made her jump. He was here. Maybe he'd regret it and turn the other way and leave. She hit the button to let him in. She went to her door, opening it. She had never been this nervous in her life. Her brown hair was at her shoulders, her glasses rested on her face where they always were. And she wore a long college t-shirt that went to her knees, exposing some of her legs.

"Hey..." She managed to get out. She smiled, incredibly glad that he actually came.
 
She lived on the fourth floor and the ride on the elevator had been agonizing. What was he going to say? Should he say anything? Was he fucking crazy? These thoughts and more raced through his mind as the floors ticked by. The anticipation of seeing her outside of the diner was causing the tension in his body to increase at a steady pace.
He exited the elevator and arrived at the open door of her apartment. As he entered the room he took in the sight of her dressed in a long t-shirt that left a tantalizing view of her legs for him to behold.
"Hey." she had said.
He could tell that she was nervous and he wondered f she could sense the same about him. There was an awkward silence as he looked her over. Finally, after his mind caught up with his eyes he managed to whisper, "Hey."
He stepped forward and then closed the door behind him. He turned back to her and began feeling the butterflies form in his stomach. Neither of them were talking and the tension in the room was making it hard to breath. He had been so confident on the phone, but now that he was here, in her apartment, he was almost frozen with fear.
Finally, giving up his search for the right words, he moved to stand in front of her. He searched her eyes for signs of objection as he lifted his hand to the side of her face, and then pulled her to him bringing their lips together.
 
She didn't know what to say. Was he regretting coming here? Her words were caught in her throat. She was searching to say something...anything but nothing came. She felt his lips on hers in a matter of seconds and it felt glorious, better than she even imagined. Her heart raced, she stepped closer to him, wrapping one arm around his neck. She needed to taste his lips, feel his tongue against hers. She kissed him, praying he didn't regret coming here.
 
There mouths were a torrent of heat and need, Their tongues wrestled and explored each other. There heads were moving from side to side as each sought to devour the other. The hand he had placed on her cheek now entwined itself in her long brown hair as his other wrapped around her back.
They were moving closer to one another and he could feel her large breasts pressing against his coat. He would tighten his fist lightly in her hair pulling her tighter into their hot wet kissing. They would release each other's mouths and nips at one another's lips before mashing their mouths together once more. The hand on her back started sinking slowly until his palm could feel the fullness of her ass. He caressed and grabbed and kneaded it, it's touch adding to the fullness in his groin.
He had never imagine he could want someone this much again. They hadn't even had their first date.
 
They barely knew each other but the need she had for him was growing rapidly inside of her. The way he kissed her, wet open mouthed kisses...it was the hottest thing she had ever experienced. She pulled back gently, long enough to help him out of his coat. She ached for him in a way she had never ached for another man. The way he touched her sent shivers down her spine.

She let out a soft moan, feeling his hand on her rounded ass. They were supposed to have their first date tomorrow but she needed this...she needed him.
 
This was primal, and animalistic. All rational thought left him and was replaced by his all consuming need for her. She had pawed at his jacket to free him of it, and now was steadily working at the buttons of his shirt.
He tightened the grip on her hair pulling her head back exposing her neck to him. His lips never broke contact with her for long as he began trailing soft wet kisses across her jaw and down her neck.
His hand began gathering the material of her shirt in his palm exposing her cotton panties to his touch. 'She didn't dress for me', he thought with an inward smile as his hand was separated from the flesh he so wanted to touch by the thin garment.
He wanted this to be spontaneous, and raw; purely in the moment. He wanted to touch, kiss and explore every inch of her and drive her to madness with desire. He wanted her need to be so great that she would gladly submit to his will to do as he pleased.
He slid his fingertips up to her waistband and then plunged his hand into her underwear touching the soft skin of her bottom for the first time.
 
She didn't think he'd actually come. If she had known, she would have changed into something more sexy, more revealing but at this point it didn't matter. She wanted him desperately and he wanted her in the same way. She took his hand and led him over to the couch. She sat down on his lap, opening up his shirt. This was so unlike her, she wanted him though. She wanted to feel their naked bodies, his touch, his kiss...everything.

And at this point, it didn't even matter to her that he was married. He wanted her, she wanted him and that's all that mattered.

"Charlie..." She whispered, her voice ragged, filled with need and lust.
 
She led him to the couch and pushed him to sit. Climbed astride him and kissed him fiercely as she continued to open his shirt. The intensity of their kissing continued as she raked her fingernails down his chest. The stinging burn of the scratching spurred him on the blood rushed even faster to his swollen manhood.
All of the months of loneliness and anxiety had manifested into a man consumed by lust. He had started to lift her shirt off when she broke the kiss and sat back.
"Charlie..." she said panting.
"Yes love..." was all he could manage as he searched her eyes.
 
She was a little self conscious of her body but she wanted this desperately and he wanted her too. She raked her nails down his chest playfully. "Touch me...please." She begged. She couldn't even remember the last time a man touched her and she ached for that...so much. It didn't even matter to her at this point that he was married. He wanted her and that's all she cared about. She reached down, unbuckled his belt and started to unbutton his pants. She wanted him desperately.
 
"Touch me...please." she said almost begging. Her hands had moved between them and started to unfasten his trousers.
Wanting to fulfill her request he put his arms around her and lunged his body forward sliding them to the floor. She was lying on her back and he was on his knees. He grasped her wrists in his hands and moved them above her head. Releasing them he move them to her waist and started pulling her t-shirt up the length of her body. He tossed it aside and then undid the front clasp on her bra releasing her beautiful big breasts.
Driven by lust at the sight before him he covered each tit with a hand and squeezed them. He could feel her nipples growing against the palm as he kneaded her fleshy orbs. She was moaning softly and her hips had begun to grind against him. Wanting to taste her he leaned forward and captured a nipple in his mouth gently sucking on it.
He pressed his groin against her center relishing the heat he could feel radiating through his trousers. He moved from one breast to the next each time eliciting louder moans as her hands ran through his hair.
 
Her heart was racing and it honestly felt like her heart could beat out of her chest. She had never been this excited before...hell, no one had ever wanted her like this before. She wasn't exactly what most men would call beautiful, especially with her glasses and her body that was a little more fuller than she'd like.

She bit her lip as they moved onto the floor. She was laying on the floor, he had pinned her hands over her head, was touching her body intimately. She could feel her womanhood becoming damper and damper. Charlie wanted her and that made her feel incredibly sexy.

"Let me touch you, Charlie...please."
 
"Let me touch you, Charlie...please." she hissed as he continued to enjoy her large chest. He had never been with a woman so well endowed before, and the he was experiencing excitement had felt with no other.
He wanted to please her so he once again took hold of her wrists and lifted her to a seated position. As he knelt there, looking into her big beautiful eyes, he let go of her wrists and pulled her into a soul searing kiss.
Their tongues battled back and forth as he sought to explorer every millimeter of her lips, and tongue. Finally he broke the kiss and leaned back on his haunches.
"I am yours to do with as you wish." as a mischievous smile spread across his lips.
 
In the back of her mind, she knew he was married but at this point the need and want was so strong, it didn't even matter. And for the first time in a very long time, a man wanted her. She was nervous that she'd do something wrong and that he wouldn't like it but she was so turned on right now that there was no stopping her.

She unbuckled hit pants, tossing his belt somewhere on his living room floor. She unbuttoned his pants, sliding down the zipper and pushing his pants down a little bit. She then found his cock and helped it escape through the slit in his boxers. She wrapped her soft hand around it and let out a sigh. It felt so big in her hand and he was so hard. God, it felt good.
 
She didn't say a word just went straight for his belt. She flung it across the floor and then lowered his zipper. She seemed like a woman on a mission, unstoppable until her objective is reached. Her small hand reached through the opening in his boxers. He let out a loud sight as her fingers encircled him and then brought his cock out for her to see.
This was so wild, so savage, just pure physical want fueled by a primal need to climax. He had never remembered sex being this intense, even when he and his wife were dating. She was stroking him lightly eliciting soft moans as he reveled in her touch.
"God that feels so good Erika, please don't stop." breaking the silence between them.
He was still on his haunches, arms at his side with his head thrown back and his eyes closed. He was lost in the feeling of this former stranger's touch and the need for him to release began to increase. Wanting more sensation he looked her as she seemed to be concentrating, trying to memorize the look of him.
"Erika...will you..." he wanted to ask but he wasn't sure how. He didn't have any expectations, just a burning desire to feel the heat and wetness of her mouth surround him.
 
Hearing his moans, the way he wanted her so much, it just turned her on even more. She didn't know how that was possible because every part of her ached for him. He made her feel more alive than she had felt in years. And the fact that he was married didn't even matter anymore. He wanted her and that's all that mattered to her. She heard him ask, but not really. She knew what he wanted and she was unsure at first. She had only given head a couple of times and she just didn't want to mess it up. She wanted him to feel pleasure.

She lowered her head, her soft mouth wrapped around the head of his cock. She began to suck it softly as if she sucking on her favorite cherry lollipop. She just hoped he liked it.
 
That first touch was indescribable, as if a fire that had been ablaze for years finally got a bit of water, only to increase ten fold. He watched as her head descended to his groin. She understood his partial request and was granting it. Her lips kissed and nibbled at the head teasing of more to come. Slowly her lips slid over the crown and he could feel a suction in her mouth as her tongue swirled around the circumference.
He mouth was so hot and wet, as it enveloped him. he hadn't felt this sensation in so long that it was almost foreign to him. His wife had never particularly cared for giving head, but here was the waitress from the diner he frequented treating his cock as a favorite treat.
What she lacked in technique she made up for in enthusiasm, and sensing that she may be a tad in experienced his hand instinctively wen to the back of her head. He laced his fingers through her hair and began to guide her in her ministrations of his dick. He eased her further and further down his shaft before pulling her head upward in effect shallowly fucking her mouth.
"Just like that Erika," he whispered encouragingly, "that feels so fucking good."
 
She hadn't been with a man since her boyfriend and that was a little over two years ago. But Charlie brought something out in her. She liked him despite the fact he was married. And he made her feel incredibly sexy. The way he whispered her name, it was so sexy to her. She let him guide her the way he wanted her to suck his dick. Her tongue swirled over the head of his cock while her mouth went lower, going back up and then going back down again.

This was hot for her too. She could feel herself becoming wet with her wetness. She loved the way his cock felt inside her mouth. It wasn't too big but it felt so warm in her mouth. And the way he whispered to her was so provocative.
 
Charlie continued to move her head up and down on his cock, slowly guiding her in the best way to please him. He could feel the tension beginning to grow in his groin from the pleasure she was giving him. He wanted to last longer but the lack of intimacy in his marriage and the increase in tempo and suction of her mouth was rocketing his climax forward.
He decided that the only way he could keep from cumming was to stop her from sucking him off. He so wanted to finish in her hot mouth but he didn't want the pleasure to be one sided.
Gently he pulled her head upward off of his dick and moved her to a soul searing kiss. He shifted his weight forward as to push her to her back on the floor.
He had always loved eating pussy and now, the desire that he felt to cum, became replaced with the need to taste her; to make her come. He curled his fingers around the waistband of her underwear and slowly started pulling them down as he planted soft kisses on her round belly. He would nip at her belly button and then started kissing his way to her center as her panties flew somewhere across the floor.
With determination he spread her legs apart to behold the feast before him. He could see her lips glistening in the light of her living room and the scent of her arousal filled his nostrils.
'God she is beautiful.' he thought as he lowered his mouth to cover her.
 
She laid on the floor of her apartment, watching as this almost stranger was kissing down her stomach. The sight was erotic and she was so turned on. She barely knew this man, he was older and married no less but she felt more alive than she ever felt in her short life.

"Charlie..." She whimpered as her fingers toyed with his hair. She couldn't help herself at this point, she knew it wouldn't take her long to come. It had been months upon months that she had ever been with anyone and here she was, an older man wanting her. That surely was a first.
 
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