Ryan stood at the bottom of the stairs; nervously he looked up towards the light peering out from the door at the top of the stairs. “I think I’m too early,”
he thought, looking at his watch again for the hundredth time.
He pulled out a piece of paper from the back pocket of his jeans, and unfolded it. Hi Ryan, I tried knocking on the door before but you were either working or sleeping after a night shift. I really need to see you this evening as this is important, knock on my door after 8 please, or else! Pamela
Ryan felt his pulse start to race as he read the note. “Or else? What the hell does she mean by or else?”
His thoughts became more and more paranoid as he started to climb the stairs. “I’ve only just moved in here, where the hell am I going to find somewhere to live if she throws me out?”
His inner dialogue continued as he slowly climbed the steep staircase.
The carpeted stairs creaked underneath him as he continued his climb. He took in a deep breath as he reached the top, and knocked quietly on the door. Ryan waited a few seconds, then knocked again; this time louder, but still heard nothing. He peeked around the door and knocked loudly.
“Hello! Anybody in? Pamela?”
From the opposite side Ryan heard what sounded like a shower from behind the door, He was about to call out again when he heard a click and the door opened. A woman appeared as the steam escaped. Pamela hid herself from behind the door; the top of her head wrapped in a white towel, and her piercing blues eyes looking directly at him.
“I got your note,” Ryan said, standing nervously.
“You look worried, Ryan.”
“Yeah… well… You said it was important.” He held the paper up in the air.
“I only need you to sign some papers, that’s all!” She laughed.
Ryan let out a sigh of relief.
“I'll be with you in a minute, Ryan. Go into the living room and make yourself comfortable.” She pointed to the room and smiled at him as the door closed.
The living room felt warm and inviting as Ryan entered. A large dark brown sofa sat in front of him, and a mahogany table in front of it, with a large white candle that was placed in the middle. In the far corner of the room stood a tall lamp; its soft orange glow making the room look bigger than it actually was. Shelves were dotted around the walls, with neatly placed books and ornaments perched on them.
Ryan slowly lowered himself down onto the sofa, the cushions almost enveloping him as he made himself comfortable. Patiently he waited; the occasional sound from outside breaking up the silence.
On the table was an official looking document with a pen next placed to it; Ryan leaned forward and picked it up, quickly he scanned the paper; clicking the top of the pen with his thumb he signed the small box at the bottom.
Behind him Ryan heard a door click open from the hallway, followed by the sound of muffled footsteps and Pamela singing softly to herself.
“Help yourself to a drink!” she called out.
He got off the sofa and walked to a glass drinks cabinet at the far corner, he picked out a scotch and poured himself a drink.
He sat back in the sofa, and sipped his drink. Ryan heard her footsteps behind him, and the hallway light turned off; the warm glow of the lamps now covering the whole room.
“Sorry for taking so long,” she said, now standing behind him.
“No problem, I was just...” he turned around and sat staring open mouthed.
Pamela was stood in the doorway, her shoulder length blonde curly hair wore down and wearing a short black silk gown which stopped at her thighs; the gown hugging her ample body, revealing her large cleavage.
Ryan’s eyes followed her as she walked around to where he was sat.
“This just feels more comfortable,” she explained. “You don't mind do you?”
“No, not at all,” Ryan said, now fidgeting upright in the chair.
“Did you sign the papers?” she asked, pointing at the table.
“Yep, signed it just before you came into the room.”
Ryan watched as she bent down in front of him, her ample cleavage in full view as she lights the candle; her large breasts held in place by the thin material of her gown.
“Another one?” she asked.
Ryan stared at her blankly, the previous image still on his mind as he desperately tried to think of something to say.
“Your glass,” she said, pointing at it.
“Sorry, I was miles away,” he said, trying to excuse himself.
She smiled at him as he handed her his glass. He relaxed back into the cushions as he watched her walk over to the drinks table, the sounds of glasses clinking as Ryan watched her bending over the table, his eyes now fixated on her.
“Wine?” she asked.
Ryan nodded as Pamela walked over to where he was sitting. Ryan reached out as she handed him his glass, as she sat down next to him.
As the evening wore on, the wine flowed; hours seemed like minutes as they exchanged their personal histories: their marriages, divorces, and their future plans.
“Refill?” he asked, pointing at her empty glass.
Slowly, Ryan reached out to the table and grabbed the bottle, then sat back into the sofa.
“There's only enough in the bottle for a sip each,” he said.
“There's plenty more to drink over there,” said Pamela, pointing to the drinks cabinet.
“Well, this is a good time for a little toast. Don't you think?” he said.
“Yeah, here… here's to a new start... for both of us.” He held up his glass.
“To both of us,” she repeated.
They both gazed into one another’s eyes, whilst slowly sipping the last remains of their drinks.
“I’ve had a really lovely evening, Ryan,” she said, placing her hand tenderly on his thigh. “You’ve been wonderful company tonight.”
“Yeah, so have you Pam.”
She started to giggle. “And you thought I was going to evict you.”
Carefully, Ryan took the empty wine glass from her hand, and leaned forward to place it on the table.
Pamela's eyes sparkled in the soft glow of the flickering candle, as he slowly moved in closer to her, and without saying a word their lips pressed together gently. His hand glided slowly down to her waist; feeling her stomach rising underneath the soft silk gown.
Pamela felt his hot breath on her skin as he caressed and massaged her supple neck with his warm mouth, moving slowly up to her earlobe.
“You are so beautiful,” he whispered.
His hand moved up towards her breast, and with his finger he traced the contour of her nipple under the thin silky material of her gown. Gently he rolled it between his finger and thumb as Pamela sighed. Ryan carefully slid has hand into her gown, feeling her heart beating faster as he cupped her bare breast in his hand. Then firmly he rolled her sensitive nipple between his fingers.
Pamela gently tugged the belt of her gown, and pulled the gown open from each side exposing her naked body. Using the tips of his fingers, Ryan teased her with his delicate touch; smiling as his hand slowly moved down to her waist, then tracing imaginary circles around her navel with his fingertips; his sensual touch arousing her further.
“Take me,” she whispered.
“Not yet, babe.”
Pamela felt his hot breath on her sensitive nipple, as Ryan teased it with his tongue; sucking then flicking it; his tongue circling her peaked nipple. Slowly, he inched ever closer to her bare neck; lovingly kissing her soft skin.
“I haven’t felt like this for ages.” She sighed.
Before Pamela could say anything else, Ryan placed his finger on her bottom lip, and gently, she took it into her mouth. Watching her suck on his finger made him even more aroused; his cock now hardening inside his jeans.
Ryan moved in closer to her and kissed her passionately; tongues exploring each other’s mouths as they embraced fully, hands all over each other.
Slowly, his hand moved down towards her thigh; fingertips stroking her as he moved up between her legs, and brushed her soft bush with his knuckle.
Her head lent back against the sofa as Ryan parted her moist lips with his finger, teasing her as he started to gently rubbed her clit.
“Oh, Ryan,” she sighed, her breath getting heavier as he slowly slid his finger inside her.
Pamela rested her head back against the sofa, her bare neck open as Ryan caressed every inch of her soft skin with his mouth. She opened her legs a bit further apart; inviting him to explore her further; letting out a gentle sigh as Ryan eased another finger inside her; her lower body gently gyrating to his every movement, as he continued stroking inside her soaking wet pussy.
“Fuck me,” she moaned aloud.
Ryan eased himself up from the sofa, and stood in front of her; whipping off his shirt and throwing it on the floor. Pamela sat upright; her eyes now level with his crotch as she watches him undo the belt of his jeans. Impatiently Pamela brushes his hands away, then forcefully popping open each button of his jeans, then pulled them down to his ankles.
Pamela gently rubbed his large bulge underneath his tight boxers, tracing its form with her fingers. Gently, she tugged at the waist of his boxers, and pulled them down to his feet.
She licked her lips as she scanned his naked body standing directly in front of her. Ryan’s hardness throbbed in her hand as she delicately licked around the head, slowly pulling his foreskin back she wrapped her lips around it.
“Oh, baby!” He groaned.
Ryan moaned aloud as she skilfully worked him in her mouth, her hand caressing his smooth balls.
“That feels so good,” he said.
He let out a deep groan as she started to suck on each of his balls, he watched as she delicately licked and sucked the base of his erection. She licked all the way up to the tip of his cock, then took him back into her mouth; her eyes looking directly up at him as she expertly took him back into her mouth.
“Lay back,” he said softly.
Pamela did as he asked and leant back against the sofa, her legs open. Ryan moved in closer and leaned over her; his broad chest now just inches from her face, and rubbed the tip of his cock against her clit; teasing her again.
Pamela opened her legs further for him, enticing him inside her.
“Please, fuck me,” she begged.
He slid the tip of his cock into her, then slowly his whole length glided deep inside her. Pamela let out a soft moan as he started his slow sensual rhythm.
“Mmm,” she sighed, his whole length slowing inching inside her as she started to moan aloud.
Ryan built his rhythm up, his balls slapping harder against her. Pamela's muscles clenched around his erection as he slid deeper into her. He kissed her hard, forcing his tongue into her mouth as she wrapped her legs around him tightly. Pamela let out a muffled groan as he thrust deep inside her, pushing forward with his hips as he continued kissing her.
Slowly, he slid his cock out, and stood up; beads of sweat starting to form on his body as he slowly sat next to her on the sofa.
“I want you on top,” he ordered.
Ryan held her by her waist as she manoeuvred herself over him, straddling him as he guided her on to his thick hard cock; moaning softly as she eased herself down the whole length of his shaft.
Ryan pulled her closer to him; his face buried between her large breasts, as he holds her firmly by her waist; controlling her movement as she slowly slid up and down the shaft of his cock.
“This is where I want you,” he moaned.
He held her breasts firmly in his hands; kneading them as she slowly rode him. Ryan held her closer, their foreheads touching as they gazed into each other’s eyes.
“You look so beautiful,” he whispered.
He moved his hands to her sides, as her breasts swayed freely in front of him.
“Turn around,” he said, his voice forceful.
She got off the sofa, then with her back facing him, knelt on the sofa. She felt his fingers trace the contours of her spine, then both his hands cupping her breasts. Ryan eased himself into her soaking wet pussy, and thrust hard into her.
He held her tightly by her waist, as he fucked her hard; her moans getting louder as his thrusts become harder and deeper into her soaking wet pussy.
"Oh fuck yes!” she cried.
Ryan grabbed a handful of her hair, and pulled it gently towards him; her head pulled back as he fucked her hard. Sweat pouring from his body as he pushed forwards from the hips, his intensity increased as he fucked her hard.
Ryan let out a deep groan, as he felt himself on the verge of climaxing.
“I'm cumming,” he moaned, as he slid out of her, and immediately stood up. Quickly she turned around, and leaned forward; her open mouth waiting for him to release. Pamela reached out and rolled his balls in her hand, as she watched Ryan jerk himself off in front of her.
His body tensed up as he reached the moment, unable to control himself. Ryan let out a deep groan. “Oh fuck I’m…” Ryan let out a final cry then shot his load all over Pamela’s face. Exhausted, he collapsed onto the sofa, covered in sweat and with a huge smile on his face.
“Wow!” Ryan said, trying to catch his breath. “That was amazing.”
Pamela sat back on the sofa, still wiping the cum from her face. “Were not finished yet.”
Pamela eased herself off of the sofa, her hand held out for Ryan to take. And together they walk naked into her bedroom.
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