Saturday, July 31, 2010

After Dinner

I got out of the car, walked back to Nikki’s sedan, and told her where she should park at the end of the street. I pulled my car into the garage and then walked over to where she was parking her BMW. I opened the door for her and we walked to the front door of my townhouse as she asked about the neighborhood. I apologized for the state of the house before unlocking the door. The truth was that I owned a beautiful home I didn’t live in, and rented this place that I barely ever saw. She seemed to understand the situation. I noted that she seemed confident, not apprehensive, as we entered my house.

I didn’t have anything non-alcoholic to offer her to drink but she said that water was fine. When I came back out in the living room she was sitting on the floor next to the ottoman. She was fascinated by something I had left there. At first it looks like an art object. And it is, up to a point, but it’s also a game. I handed her the glass of water and told her how the game was played. She seemed to find it utterly enchanting. For my part, I was amazed that she was able to sit on the floor in that short, tailored skirt. She was sort of on her left hip more than her bottom with her legs to the right and together. I sat down near her on her left. She worked on the game—it’s sort of a solitaire where you use semi-precious stones on a circular teak board. She ended with five stones left and asked if she had done well. For a first time, sure, I told her. She had her left arm straight with her weight on her left hip and hand. I leaned in and we kissed.

The kissing went from tentative, to exploring, to passionate in fairly short order. I moved closer to her and put my right hand around her back and drew her closer. After lots of kissing we pulled back and looked at each other from about a foot away.
“The bedroom is right down that hall,” I said with a nod.
“Uh, I didn’t think that’s where this would go tonight, you know, when I left the house this morning,” she said.
“No. I know. But… it seems…”
I tilted my head slightly and lifted my eyebrows just a bit and smiled.
Nikki nodded.
I helped her up and pointed her towards the hallway. And there was that killer high-heeled strut of hers as I followed her to the bedroom.

We stood at the end of the bed and kissed again. Within seconds she was undoing my belt and unzipping me. I let her. She got my pants open and had her hand on my cock through my boxer briefs. I was hard.
She made a very faint moan. We kissed some more as she gripped my cock, sliding her hand up and down its length. I started to unbutton her blouse and she let go of me.
“Le’me, Wil,” she said.
She turned away slightly and unbuttoned her blouse, quickly unhooked her bra, and like that she was bare above the waist. I realized she was self-conscious about her small breasts. Just as quickly she had her skirt and panties on the floor in a pile with her blouse and bra. She stood in front of me in nothing but dark thigh-high lace-top stockings and tall black heels. She sat back on the edge of the bed and reached out for my hips. I stepped towards her and she pulled my pants and underwear down. Nikki cupped my balls in her right hand, slid her left hand down the shaft, and took the head of my cock into her mouth. The cock hungry little thing went after it like she hadn’t had a good stiff prick in her for years.

I didn’t want to shoot my load in her mouth right away so after she had stroked and sucked my cock and taken my balls in her mouth for a while I pulled back. She looked up with a pouty face like I’d taken her Christmas candy away. I took the rest of my clothes off while she just stared at my erect cock and rubbed her gorgeous, smooth, bare snatch. Once I had my clothes off I told her to stand up. When she was standing I turned her around.
“Now get up on the bed on your knees,” I said.
I stepped to the edge of the bed between her legs, looked down at her ass, lace-tops, and heels and pushed with my hand between her shoulder blades. She understood and went to all fours. I ran my right hand down and felt her pretty, bald, wet pussy.

Steadily, and in seemingly no hurry, I slid my cock into her until I was completely balls deep in Nikki's tight little cunt. She gasped, put her arms straight out on the bed to tilt her ass up and rocked back into me. I put my hands on her waist just above her hips, pushed her forward until only the head of my dick was still in her and, after a pause, drove hard back into her.

Saturday, July 24, 2010

Dinner Out

Over the next twenty minutes or so I turned to check the door behind me between six and sixty times. Finally, right at 7PM, I saw a charcoal metallic 7 series BMW pull up to the valet. From the angle I was watching I could see the back of a full head of thick blonde hair as the driver got out and got a ticket from the valet. I figured there was a good chance this was Nikki.

I realized I hadn’t ever asked what kind of car she drove... or how tall she was. The woman walked around behind the BMW and towards the restaurant and I thought that was the face from the pictures she e-mailed. Her face was even prettier than the pictures had revealed. I estimated that she was just over 5 feet tall without shoes—but she was wearing very high black heels. Her blouse was white and her skirt was short and black-- probably part of a suit but the jacket was left in the car. Dark hose bridged the gap between her heels and skirt and covered a nice pair of legs. The woman, who I was now sure was Nikki, had very small breasts, a narrow waist, and slightly wide hips. As she got closer to the door I noted a very nice backside that the tailored miniskirt and tall heels, along with her posture and walk, showed off to perfection. The whole presentation was impressive. Aside from her physical attractiveness there was the aura of money—from the car to the clothes. The last thing I needed or wanted was her money, but the way she spent it on herself was looking very good from my vantage point. "Maybe she's a spoiled little bitch who will wreck my life." The thought only briefly crossed my mind.

I stood and greeted her as she entered the restaurant, “Nikki?”
“Wil?” she said.
Her eyes were dark, dancing, and alive. She smiled easily-- revealing perfect teeth. We hugged. She smelled great. I offered a drink and she declined saying that she didn’t drink. I should have remembered... she had told me that in an e-mail. The hostess stepped over to tell us our table was ready and we followed her to the dining area. Walking behind Nikki was pure delight. She really was a little bitty thing with beautiful hair, a great shape from behind, and she made that ass move when she walked—not slutty like a street walker, but just enough to make me think she knew it looked good and that she wanted me to check it out. "Man... would I like to bend that over and go to fuckin' town..." The thought more than crossed my mind. It kind of lodged in my brain. We sat across from each other smiling. Things were off to a great start.

Conversation was easy. Mostly we talked about our respective work. The food was excellent. I had made a good choice of restaurants. Even in a fine dining establishment a dinner can go quickly if you aren’t having wine or after-dinner drinks though. So, it wasn’t even 9PM when we were done. Soon we were out in front of the place and the valets were off getting our cars.

“It’s early, Nikki. Would you like to come by my place before you start that long drive back?” I said.
“Um, sure. Is it nearby?” she said.
“Not far. You can just follow me,” I said.
“OK. That would be great, Wil,” she said. She put her right hand on my left arm and I turned towards her and almost kissed her but the valet rolled up in her sedan. I walked her to the car and told her to just turn left and pull over to the side of the boulevard and I’d be right there so she could follow me. She gave me a big smile and drove off.

The valet brought my car up in a moment and I pulled out onto the street alongside Nikki, got her attention, and she followed me over to the townhouse. On the short drive over I wondered how I had left the place that morning. "Dirty dishes? Something smelly in the trash?" I refocused on the near future. Nikki was interested. This wasn’t high school where the guys are after pussy and the girls are playing keep-away. No, the girl wanted to get fucked. After all she had told me that her husband hadn’t been interested in sex for almost two years. While I had figured this was just a first date for dinner to see how we got along it had seemed pretty dumb to not ask her over since my read on things was that we got along great. Clearly, she agreed.

But, I had to make sure that Nikki didn’t think that I presumed she was coming by to hop into my bed. No, it had to be a mutually agreed upon outcome. But try explaining that to the raging boner in my pants as I pulled into the driveway and her car slowed to a stop right behind mine.

Thursday, July 22, 2010

Nikki In The Chat Room

A few years ago, in the early days of the Internet, I discovered chat rooms. No, I didn’t invent them, I merely stumbled upon them. This was before the growth of dating sites, friend-finding sites, pussy/cock-on-the-side sites, and the like. Chat rooms were about as wild as it got back in those bygone days of the late 90's.

Back then I was traveling most of the time on business. Even when I was working out of my West Coast office I was putting in long hours and coming home to an empty house. Most nights I’d fix something to eat, decide there was nothing on TV, and take a look at all the people fooling around in chat rooms. I was separated from my wife and had no local girlfriend. My weekends were spent with my kids. My options were few. Hell, killing a few hours in a “Married But Looking” chat room was probably smarter than hanging out in the bars on weeknights. Cheaper anyway. I never thought I’d actually meet someone in real life that way.

Of course my operating mindset was that the beautiful women in those rooms were actually guys who were older, uglier, and more bored than me. I’m sure I chatted with more than one who fit that bill. It didn’t take long to realize that there was only one way to be sure if the interesting young woman you "met" was actually, um, a woman. You had to really meet her. So, on a couple of occasions I did just that. I can honestly say that every single woman I met that way was real and exactly who she said she was. Your mileage may have varied. Dramatically. Of the chat room meet-ups the most interesting one, by far, was Nikki.

Nikki was married and actually shared ownership of a business with her husband. They had a small company with about a dozen employees. He ran the main business while she was in charge of sales. They had been married about eight years and, according to Nikki, her husband had given up on sex. At least he had given up on having any sexual interest in her, and she was pretty sure it wasn’t because of someone else. We got along well in e-mails and then on the phone. After we knew each other a little bit she was pretty open about what she was looking for without just saying, “Hey, I wanna get laid.” She was classier than that—at least before she actually knew me. But, I know I wasn’t the only one thinking this whole thing might eventually lead to fucking.

We exchanged a picture or two, nothing terribly revealing, but enough that I could tell she was attractive. For her part she apparently didn’t throw up when she saw my picture and was clearly interested in at least meeting for dinner. I’m not sure who suggested we actually meet, but eventually we found a Thursday when she would be in my general neighborhood. She lived in Coastal Orange County but had clients all over Southern California so it was easy for her to make sales calls up in Los Angeles without anyone wondering where she was and what she was doing.

I suggested the restaurant, a nice new bistro not far from a freeway ramp so Nikki would have no trouble finding it. It was a place I’d been to once, knew it was fashionably upscale, and that the food was good. I was sure it would be crowded as well. The worst thing would be to meet at some tired, empty restaurant. Good food and a lively crowd might rub off on me and make me seem more interesting. We decided that 7 PM would be a good meeting time.

I allowed for LA traffic that wasn’t as bad as usual so I got there a half hour early. The bar was just inside the doorway and had stools for only a half dozen folks. The place was already busy. The only seat available at the bar was directly in front of the entrance so I would have to turn around to watch for Nikki. I ordered a Bombay Sapphire and tonic and wondered why I was doing this. I could think of about a dozen people who would be disappointed that I was meeting some woman that I had met on the Internet. I tossed back my drink, motioned for another, and decided I’d focus instead on who might not be disappointed. I came up with one person, me. And, I hoped, there would be another one who would find the evening more exciting than disappointing: Nikki.