The wind howled around me and tore at the hoodie I had tied tight around my head. It was freezing and late in March with rain hanging in the air. I crossed the street aiming for the light of the restaurant I was heading to. The bright light inside offered warmth, a cold beer, good food and time with my co-workers. It was a farewell get together we had organized for a guy who was moving on in life. We had agreed that we could bring a friend if we wanted. My wife had said no since she had an important meeting the following morning while I was off.
I was one of the last to arrive so, after squeezing along the table for ten, I got to my seat. The one next to me was empty and the next one was occupied by Carl, a young guy around twenty that was a bit off, quiet, had some health issues but was a nice kid. In front of me sat Anna and Luisa, two women with families and kids. The waitress came by and took our orders and when my beer arrived, I drank half of it in one go and then ordered another.
I chit-chatted with the people and had a few laughs. Then there was a bit of a commotion at the far end of the table and when I looked that way, I saw a young woman, somewhere between eighteen and twenty. She didn’t work with us, so she must be a friend of someone. Who, I wondered? Then she began to make her way along the wall and when she reached me, I scooted forward so she could get by. To my surprise, she sat down next to me and gave Carl a peck on the cheek. Who would have known? My respect for Carl suddenly skyrocketed.
She was introduced to me as Stella. I played it cool but my cock wasn’t. She wore a leather skirt and when she sat down it rode up so it ended about twelve inches from her ass. On top, she wore a thin light blue tight top with a deep V-neck that let me see the top half of her boobs. Not very big, but firm. I tried not to glance too much since I was talking to the two women in front of me and they would have picked up on it.
Stella spent a lot of time on her phone and not much in conversation with Carl. I got glances of chats with her friends and one or two photos from where they were and what they were doing. After a few drinks, she put the phone down and engaged the others around her, except me. Not very strange, since I was at least twenty years her senior.
At around midnight, I decided it was time to go home and said my goodbyes. I got a small wave from Stella and not much else. Walking back to my car, I wondered how a geek like Carl could be friends with a girl like Stella. I put it down to him being a really nice guy and girls like that. However, he would not get to fuck her, that was for sure.
I slipped into the bed where my wife, Carla, was warm against me. She turned to me and spoke in a sleepy voice, “Did you have fun, honey?”
“Yeah, it was alright. The usual gossip and drinks.”
“Good.”
Her hand slid down my stomach and when she reached my erection her eyes flew open. “Oh my, what have you been thinking about?”
“You,” I said with a sigh as her fingers wrapped themselves around my shaft.
“Mm, are you sure about that? This feels like an extra hard cock. Maybe you saw or met someone that made you this hard?”
“No, just you, baby.”
My hand slid across her panties and in under the hem. She spread her legs a little and her pussy was wet when my fingers slid inside.
“Oh, that feels good, keep going.”
I wanted to fuck, but Carla wasn’t always up for it. It had been like this for a few months and it was becoming frustrating.
“Oh, shit, I’m almost coming,” I moaned.
“Me, too, baby, keep going.”
We lay there satisfying each other with our fingers and when I came, I felt the hot cum run down the side of my body. Carla’s pussy squeezed my fingers and she let go of a long sigh before turning on her side and falling asleep.
The following Monday, when I stepped off the elevator and walked into the office, I saw Carl by the copying machine. I looked around so no one was close and then I approached him.
“Hey, how was the after-party?” I asked.,
“Oh, hi Mike. It was alright, a few got too drunk, Stella for example.”
“Really? She didn’t seem like the drinking type to me.”
Carl smiled. “She isn’t but we were doing shots at the end and that made her go too far.”
I laughed. “Shots will do that. Anyway, she is quite the looker. You should ask her out.”
“I prefer her as a friend. We have known each other since we were kids.”
“Oh, alright. Then I understand. You don’t want to lose the friendship if the relationship doesn’t work out?”
“Exactly.”
“Cool, I’ll see you later.”
After work, I met Carla for dinner and when she was in the bathroom my phone chirped. It was a text message from a number I didn’t know. “Hi,” it said.
“Who are you?” I typed back.
“Stella” followed by the winking emoji.
At that moment Carla came back and as she sat, I got up. “Sorry, bathroom break, too.”
In a cubicle, I sat down on the toilet seat. “How did you get my number?”
“Carl.”
“What do you want? I’m having dinner with my wife, so I can’t chat now.”
A few seconds later a photo showed up on the screen. When it had loaded, I leaned back against the tiles. Stella cupped one boob and was giving me a kiss.
“Got to go,” I typed and turned off the phone.
“Honey, are you okay? You look pale.”
I sat down and took a long drink from my wine. “I’m fine, nothing to worry about.”
Carla looked really hot in her tight fitting dark red dress. Her ample boobs pressed against the fabric and I could make out her nipples in the candlelight. She liked to be braless sometimes and knew it turned me on. Maybe I would get lucky that night?
That wasn’t to be. As soon as we got home, she announced that he was going to bed. I sat alone in the living room sipping on a brandy. I pulled out my phone and turned it on. There was one more message from Stella and it read. “I hope you fuck her after.”
I smiled in disrepair. “No such luck,” I wrote back. Thinking she would be asleep by now.
“Sorry to hear that. Why not?” was her answer.
“No idea, she has been acting weird for a few months.”
I felt strange chatting to a stranger about my sex life but for some reason, it felt good. I needed to vent my frustration with someone.
“Have you asked her why?”
“Yes, no real answer.”
“Maybe she has another man?”
That made me go cold. Maybe Stella was right and Carla was fucking another man behind my back? Who could it be? There were many men where she worked and she did have a social life with her girlfriends and they would go out sometimes. She could easily have met someone that way.
“I don’t want to think about that,” I answered.
“Be realistic, people cheat all the time.”
“How would you know; you are just a kid?”
“Maybe, but I have ears and eyes and I hear and see shit.”
“Your parents?”
“Mm.”
I finished my brandy and, on the way to leaving it in the sink, I typed, “Nice chat, but I’m off to bed.”
“Sweet dreams,” was the answer and another photo. In this one, she was on all fours and behind her was a large mirror where I could see her round ass with a black thong. Then she went offline before I could answer.
My cock was hard so I did what most men would do in that situation. I went to the bathroom and jerked off over the toilet. One hand against the wall while the other stroked my cock. I emptied my balls in the toilet and while I was shooting my load, an image of a naked Stella on her back with my cum on her boobs formed in my head.
So it continued over the next week. We set up a schedule where we would chat at night. After a few days I became brave enough to send her a couple of cock picks and she seemed to like them. Not that I have the biggest cock in the world but it’s decent and it gets very hard.
It turned out that she didn’t live very far from us and that we sometimes would take the same bus to work. She was employed at a fast food restaurant and hated her job. I asked her about boyfriends and she said she had had a few but nothing serious. We didn’t really have cybersex- just sending dirty pics to each other once in a while. I enjoyed her company at night, it made me feel good even though I knew I would never be with her.
One evening I was on the bus on my way home. I was reading an article online that I found interesting and didn’t pay much attention to the people around me. I sat at the very back and the closest passenger was an elderly woman five seats in front of me.
“Hi.”
I looked up when I felt a presence in front of me. It was Stella.
“Oh, hi, what a coincidence,” I said putting my phone away.
“Do you mind if I sit?”
I was dead nervous. One thing was chatting with her another was sitting next to her. I realized she was an inch or so taller than I.
“How was work?” she asked.
“As usual, I guess. Yours?”
“God, I stink. Just smell this.” She offered a few locks of her blonde hair.
I took a whiff and it smelled like French Fries. “Yeah, I guess you were working at the fryer today.”
“I hate my job. All I want is to take a shower and get cleaned.”
Mixed with the stink of the fries was another smell. It was much nicer and reminded me of a garden with many flowers. “Well, it’s not that bad.”
“Really? Do you mean that or are you just fucking around with me?”
I smiled. “I can smell your perfume and it’s great.”
She offered me her neck and I took another whiff. “Yes, that’s it. Very nice.”
“Thanks, let me smell yours.”
I didn’t wear perfume but I had aftershave. I offered her my neck and she pressed her nose against it. Her skin against mine made me shiver. Then she lay her hand on my thigh as she gently kissed my neck. I sat still, didn’t move an inch.
“Do you like it?” she whispered in my ear before nibbling on the lobe.
“Mm.”
“What about this?”
Her hand pulled down my zipper and held my cock. “Oh, shit.”
“Shush, baby. Let me make you feel good.”
She began to stroke me, not too fast, just perfectly right. As she did, I tensed my legs and moaned quietly.
“Will you come for me?” she whispered.
“Uh-huh.”
She increased the speed a little and, within minutes, I shot my load onto my pants. Looking down I saw how it flowed down her knuckles and when it was over, she licked her hand until it was clean.
The old lady upfront still looked forward.
“That was nice, Mike. This is my stop. See you another time.”
With that, she was up and out the door before I could answer. I got some tissue from my pocket and wiped off the cum from my pants.
The experience haunted me for days. In my mind, I saw Stella’s hand moving up and down while her soft lips brushed my cheek while she whispered dirty words to me. At night I would lay awake wondering how it would feel to touch her. Being so young, her body must be firm and soft. Carla lying next to me had no idea about my thoughts, which I was very happy for. One night, she actually made the move and we fucked. While we did, all I saw was Stella’s face instead of Carla. It wasn’t very good; Carla just lay with her legs spread while I pounded her.
One day, I was making coffee in the office kitchen when Carl approached me. “Hey, I got a message from Stella.”
I put the cup down, wondering why she would tell him about our relationship if you could call it that.
“What do you mean?”
He tilted his head. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell. I know you and Stella have been chatting. Remember I was the one who gave her your number.”
“Fine, what’s the message?”
“Her parents have confiscated her phone, but she had time to erase the pics you guys shared. Just so you know if you don’t hear from her. And, dude, do not write to her. She will contact you.”
I stood there feeling empty. I realized how much the chats with Stella meant to me. They were the highlight of my day, when I could escape my sexually frustrated wife, shit at work, and paying bills. Now that was gone for how long, I wondered?
It turned out to be a week. I was on a business call at work when my phone chirped. I looked at the screen and there was a pic of Stella showing her boobs with the text, “I’m back!”
I quickly typed. “On the phone. Love the pic, wish I could taste them.”
“You can, this weekend. Parents out of town!”
I hardly heard the rest of what the guy in my ear was saying. Stella had invited me to her home and that could only mean one thing. It was time to fuck.
I told Carla that I was meeting friends for drinks and darts and she said she was having dinner with a girlfriend so that worked out well.
When I left home, my hands were sweaty and I was nervous. One thing was fantasizing about being with Stella, but now that I was actually going to do it fear and doubt entered my mind. I had never cheated on Carla before and what if we were caught? That would mean a divorce, for sure. Was I willing to take the risk? Then again, who would know? I wouldn’t tell, and I was sure Stella wouldn’t either. Maybe Carl if he found out, but I doubted he cared much.
As I knocked on the door to where Stella lived, my nerves were under control again. She opened, dressed in a black kimono with a red dragon on the right side. Her blonde hair cascaded down the front and back and she had the minimum of makeup on.
“Hi there,” she said and let me in.
“Thanks for inviting me. Are you sure your parents won’t come back?”
She closed the door and took my hand. “We are safe, there is nothing to worry about.”
“Cool. So, are we actually going to do this? After all, I’m much older than you and married. I can’t have a relationship.”
She kissed me and I was reminded she was taller than I went she bent her neck a little. “No problem, I just want to fuck, that’s all.”
She led me up the stairs to her bedroom. A few candles were lit and soft music was playing. It looked very romantic.
“C’mon, get comfy, take your clothes off. I want to see you,” she said and sat down on the edge of the bed.
It felt a bit strange being watched while I took off my shirt and pants. But it was also exciting knowing what was to come.
When my underwear dropped and I was completely naked, she whistled through her teeth. “Wow, that is some cock you got there. I didn’t think about it on the bus.”
She wiggled her shoulders and the kimono slid off exposing her body. Her boobs were big B’s but not quite C’s. Small pink nipples pointed at me and when she spread her legs her little pink pussy lips smiled at me.
“God, you are so beautiful,” I said staring at her.
“Thanks, come here and get down on me.”
As I approached her, she lay back with her arms along her sides. Her chest was heaving a little and her mouth slightly open. I saw her pink tongue as it licked her lips before she smiled at me. “Please, make me come. Make me feel like a woman, no other guy has made me come yet.”
I knelt before the bed and placed her legs over my shoulder and pulled her closer to me. At that moment a pang of guilt hit me. It was two-sided; one side was the fact that I was about to be unfaithful, the other was that I was about to have sex with a much younger woman who I shouldn’t be doing it with. I looked up at her and our eyes met. There was a moment of hesitation from my side but then I let my tongue slide over her lips until they parted and her clit peeked out.
“Oh, shit, that feels so good,” she moaned as I began to suck it.
Her warm thighs pressed against the side of my head one moment and fell apart the next., She placed her hands on my head and pushed me against her at the same time her pelvis rose above the mattress.
I had tasted a few pussies in my life but Stella’s was by far the best, so sweet and juicy. She became incredibly wet very quickly and her juices dribbled down my chin and onto my chest. My cock was hard and I felt the pre-cum ooze out of it.
I came up for air. “I forgot condoms; do you have any?”
I could see her face between her legs and it was shiny from sweat and some hair was plastered to it. Her eyes looked horny and she was grinning at me. “I’m on the pill, so you can fuck me without.”
I got up and she scooted further up on the bed so to give me space. I lay down on top of her and she lined up my cock with her pussy. Our faces were only inches apart. “Are you sure?” I whispered.
She nodded and closed her eyes.
I gently began to push inside her. She was tight, but not like a virgin. I kept on pressing and she pulled up her legs a little and then I slipped in all the way.
“Oh fuck, fuck, that feels amazing, Mike”, she said in my ear.
Wrapping her legs around my waist and her arms around me back she began to meet every thrust. We fell into a rhythm that was so perfect I thought it wasn’t real.
“Take me from behind,” she said and rolled away from me.
I did and she took my balls in her hand and gently massaged and tickled them as I fucked her slowly and deeply. After a while, she wanted to change again and this time she wanted to ride. I was close to coming but didn’t want to disappoint her by doing it too fast.
“I want you as far inside me as you can possibly be. I want you to fill my pussy with your hot cum until it runs out of my tight pussy,” she said looking down at me. Her nails dug into my chest and she was riding me hard, really grinding her pelvis against my groin.
“Oh shit, Stella, you are driving me crazy with that talk.”
“Yeah? You like me talking dirty to you? C’mon, fuck my young pussy, fuck it hard like you have always wanted since we first met!”
I grabbed her hips and fucked her with all my soul. She began to giggle but that turned into almost a howl and suddenly her pussy grabbed my cock and convulsion after convulsion ran through her body. She thrashed her head from side to side. Her eyes closed and her mouth opened in a silent scream.
At that moment I also came and I was proud to pump five times deep inside her before my cock began to go limp. Stella slowly fell to the side where she lay gasping for air with one hand on her swollen pussy lips.
“Jesus, that was amazing. I honestly didn’t think you could make me come,” she said a minute later all curled up close to me.
I laughed. “Oh, ye of little faith. I’m glad I could.”
She kissed my cheek, “Me too and we just have to do this more often.”
That’s when it sunk in. I had finally been unfaithful and my lover wanted to meet again. I wasn’t against it but the risk of being caught would increase by every time. In reality, I knew I was putty in her hands. I would be there with my rock-hard cock as soon as she wanted me to.
After a bit of snuggling, it was time for me to go home. As we were kissing goodbye by the door I heard a car park outside.
“Who’s that?” I said with concern.
Stella who was only wearing her kimono smiled at me. “Probably my dad and his lover. Mom is out of town.”
“What?”
She opened the door just in time for me to see a young handsome man open the passenger to his SUV. Out came a woman who I recognized as Carla.
She spoke first. “Mike, what are you doing here?”
“Shouldn’t you explain first?”
Her face went red. “I.. I… I’m so sorry,” she sobbed.
“Too late for that. I just had amazing sex with Stella here, so you can go ahead and have your fun.”
The man turned to Stella. “Is he telling the truth? I will kill him if he laid a hand on you, baby.”
“Oh Dad, please. I wanted to fuck him and he is really good at it.”
I asked her. “Did you know?”
“Yeah, Carl saw them one night making out in the car and I felt sorry for you when we met at the restaurant. I hope this won’t change anything.
I made sure both Carla and her dad were watching when I placed a hand on her left boob and gave it a gentle squeeze followed by a kiss on her lips. “Not a chance in hell. Next time I’ll cook you dinner and then we’ll fuck like rabbits.”
