He wanted to forget about that bitch of a wife of his. The divorce was finally done and now he just had to pick up the shattered pieces and move on. He wished he was home in his own house and bed, but for the weekend he had agreed to go out into the middle of nowhere and spend a few days trying to relax. His friends had been his steady rocks through it all and he loved them for it, but he didn’t need them to worry and he sure as hell didn’t need them to entertain him.
They had arranged a BBQ with some friends that night and he had tried to enjoy himself, but soon enough he had snuck off to be alone. He knew they’d invited a few single women, but he couldn’t care less about dating. He just wanted to wallow in self-pity a while longer.
When the house finally settled down and most of the people had left, he had snuck down to enjoy the quiet and the dark. He needed time to think and drink his troubles away.
He wished he could get the image of his wife sucking the cock of her co-worker gone from his memory. He could still see those dark hands tangled in her blond hair as the man fucked her mouth. The image was seared into his mind and everything after that was a blur. He clenched his fist and thought about how it had felt to punch the guy. He wished he would have felt better about it. He just felt empty.
He was jolted back to the present when he heard the creak of the stairs, followed by the patter of bare feet as someone came walking into the kitchen. He willed them not to turn on the light, so he could stay hidden in the dark.
The moonlight cast muted light into the kitchen and illuminated the counter and the person stretching to reach for a bowl on the top shelf.
He thought that this was an image he would not mind having etched into his memory for eternity.
He didn’t remember seeing her earlier that night, then again, he was not looking at her face, but her plump ass barely covered by something black and flimsy.
He watched the thin black fabric stretch over her curves as she reached up. He took another sip of his drink and wished she would reach a little higher so he could see more of that luscious behind.
He heard her mumble as she kept struggling to reach whatever it was she was looking for. He knew he should help her, but the view was entirely too good to pass up on.
She was not his normal type. He tended to like skinny, athletic blonds. This woman was neither. Her dark hair was falling down her back, and her sizable ass was matched by her thick thighs.
Yet, there was something so purely erotic about her. She was walking around in a skimpy little black number he didn't even know what to call and all he could think about was getting his hands on her fleshy ass.
He felt his cock throb and start to swell and he liked what she made him feel. His blood was pumping with excitement, laced with a healthy dose of alcohol. He felt something in the pit of his stomach he could not quite place. He was aroused and starting to feel angry at the woman in front of him. It was like she was taunting him. He found himself wanting to gently touch her skin.
He wanted to slap her.
He drank down the last of his rye as he felt himself grow harder. He placed the glass on the table next to him and stood up. Feeling his cock straining against his black boxers, he made no attempt to hide it before walking over to her.
As he got closer, he could hear her still mumbling, but now he could finally make out what she was saying.
"Come on you little fucker," she muttered as her fingers strained to reach the bowl on the top shelf.
"Would you like some help with the little fucker?" he said and watched as she almost lost her balance as he startled her.
On pure reflex, he reached out and grabbed her waist to prevent her from toppling over. Stepping closer, he pressed himself to her. He didn't care that he had a raging hard-on by now.
"You scared me," she responded.
"So I noticed."
He had her pinned between the counter and his body, preventing her from turning around. He could feel her wiggling almost unnoticeably , making him achingly hard.
Looking over her shoulder, her eyes connected with his. He expected to see some alarm and apprehension, but all he saw was amused defiance.
"Are you going to help me get that down or are you going to keep grinding at me?"
He smiled as he reached over her and grabbed the bowl she’d been trying to reach and placed it on the counter before her.
"What do you need it for?" he inquired as he brushed her long hair to one side.
"For some reason, that doesn't seem important anymore," she said and smiled wickedly as he felt her push back against him.
“Be careful,” he hissed as he placed his hands on her hips to steady her.
“Why?”
"Do you usually strut around in the middle of the night without any panties on?" he said when he felt the smooth skin of her naked ass.
"Do you usually slide your hands over a strange woman's ass in the middle of the night?"
"No, it's not a common occurrence, but how can I resist?" he said while grabbing the cheeks of her ass. He wasn't gentle. He didn't want to be. For some reason this woman was fueling something inside of him he rarely let lose.
"You must be Erik?" she asked but didn't make any attempt to leave.
Erik mumbled a yes as he leaned down and grazed the skin of her neck. His hands were still filled with her plump ass.
"I saw you skulking around tonight, but we never officially met," she said and pushed back towards his hands.
"I didn't skulk.”
"You skulked in a brooding way," she responded in a matter of fact voice as she turned her head and smiled.
The look in her eyes was taunting him. He could swear she was urging him on.
He moved his hands over her hips and his fingers felt her curves through the flimsy material as she swayed her hips and moaned. He pressed his hard cock against her ass.
"You vanished rather quickly tonight. I didn’t think I would see you again," she said.
"I wasn't in the mood for company," he responded while brushing his fingers along the soft undersides of her breasts.
"I see you’ve changed your mind." He could hear the smile in her voice and it was angering him.
"No, I still don't want company or meaningless conversation," he said and caressed her nipples though the thin material.
"I am pretty sure your cock is thinking something else," she said as she pushed herself back against him.
"Trust me, he’s not interested in conversation either."
He could hear her quietly laugh as she reached her hand back between them to stroke his cock through his boxers.
"Perhaps not, but he wants company," she said and grasped his hard shaft.
"Fuck," he growled.
"Sure," she looked over her shoulder and smiled.
He felt his jaw clench at her words and by now his cock was painfully hard in her hand.
He felt angry. She was so fucking confident and all he wanted to do was get that damn smirk off her face. A part of him wanted to shut her up with his hand. The other part wanted to make her beg.
He knew he should back off and put an end to this right now, but he didn’t want to and he had a feeling that the woman in front of him knew exactly what she was doing. It was up to her to say no. Until she did, he would take what he needed.
He slid his hands under her top and trailed his fingers up over her belly until he reached her hardened nipples. He heard her sharp intake of breath as he tweaked them between his fingers.
“Mmm yes,” he heard her moan.
She snaked her hand inside his boxers and grasped his cock firmly in her fist and started stroking him hard. He moved his hands down and slid them over her now fully exposed cheeks.