Last Wednesday evening I drove home from work and pulled into the communal parking area that serves about ten of the lodges on the woodland park development where I now live. It had been raining heavily but had eased off now and as I got out of my car an attractive man with dark wavy hair and a tanned complexion emerged from a large silver BMW estate car.
We acknowledged each other and almost collided as he went one way and I went the other. We apologised in unison then we both smiled and proceeded to side step each other.
Just then I heard him call out, "Excuse me," and when I turned around he pointed to my car and said, "You’ve left your lights on."
I gave that look of embarrassment and ambled back to my beloved metallic purple MX5 sports car to turn off the lights and as I thanked him he made mention of my cherished number plate F11KME (FUK ME.)
"Unusual plate," He remarked with a broad grin on his face.
I explained that it was a gift from my former flatmate and that it always seemed to attract attention.
Then he mentioned that like me, he’d only recently moved into his lodge but because he’d been working abroad he was only just finding his way around. The complex has a first class leisure centre attached to the management suite with a swimming pool, sauna and gymnasium as well as a bar, restaurant and shop. He asked me if I’d care to have a drink with him and I instantly accepted.
He was probably in his mid thirties, slightly under six feet tall, slim and stylish and we arranged that he would call at my lodge in about an hour’s time for a gentle stroll through the woods to the bar.
I quickly got out of my work uniform and enjoyed a refreshing shower before scanning my wardrobe for something suitable to wear. In the end I opted for jeans and a loose fitting white blouse and I’d just finished dressing when there was a knock at the door.
As I opened it he asked, "Ready?" And I picked up a small clutch bag before closing the door behind me. We wandered up to the bar and spent a really pleasant hour or so chatting. I told him that I worked in a shop selling lingerie but didn’t mention the sex toys and adult films and he revealed that he owned overseas property sales and letting agency based in the coastal resort of Mojacar in southern Spain. He didn’t have a business card on him but he gave me a colour leaflet giving a profile of his company with pictures and contact details.
He was lovely to talk to and I would gladly have spent more time with him but he said that he needed to prepare some contracts for a clients so back at the car park we exchanged innocent kisses and we went to our respective lodges. We both reached our front doors at about the same time and we waved to each other as we went indoors.
I couldn’t be bothered to eat much so I just heated up a can of minestrone soup and cut some crusty bread.
My evening was pleasant enough and I had a nice long chat on the telephone with my lovely work colleague Lucy. Her relationship with her super rich premier league soccer star boyfriend Darren was becoming more intense by the day and we both wanted to arrange a repeat performance of the wonderful sexy romp we all enjoyed round his pool earlier in the year. At just nineteen and an aspiring glamour model Lucy was just such a gorgeous sexy girl but so far I hadn’t yet been able to persuade her to be intimate with me. Perhaps that wasn’t such a bad thing as we worked together but I’d love to go to bed with her.
At about ten thirty I decided to go to bed and read for a while. I enjoy reading erotic stories or watching some porn and I love to just lay there naked reading about the sex and pleasuring myself. I don’t always take it to a climax but my clit becomes very sensitive and I could stroke it for hours. I glanced at my clock, which displayed eleven-fourteen and I thought about my new neighbour alone in his bed.
I went downstairs and grabbed my mobile and the leaflet he’d given me then turned the key in my front door. When I got back into bed I copied the mobile number on the leaflet onto my ‘phone and composed a text saying, "IN BED. DOOR UNLOCKED. F11KME XXX."
I lay there for several minutes deciding whether or not to send it but I eventually did and then it occurred to me that it might not be his number or it could be switched off or he might not even want to be with me.
Anyway I turned off the light and just lay there gazing at the starry universe through the skylight and carried on gently touching myself. Some time had gone by since I’d sent the text and I hadn’t yet had a reply so I began to think that perhaps I should lock the front door again in case I fell asleep.
I glanced at the time when I heard the door open then close again and I heard the turn of the key. It was eleven thirty-five and I experienced the sensation of butterflies in my tummy as I heard someone ascending the staircase. There was just enough moonlight to make out the shape and activity of a man undressing and then the wonderful feeling of someone sliding into my bed next to me.
A soft warm voice whispered, "Hi."
I whispered back, "Hi," then I felt his lips tenderly brush mine before we kissed passionately.
His body was cool against my skin but as he pressed against me I tingled from head to toe. His hand found my breasts and he began to squeeze them gently and stroke my stiff nipples. I instinctively reached for his groin where I encountered a lovely handful of hard meaty penis, which I started to tug on quite vigorously. I felt his hand stroking down my torso, over my tummy and between my legs where he discovered the silky smooth fleshy mound surrounding my slit and it felt wonderful as his fingers explored the soft folds of my labia and the hard button of my clit. When he gently slipped a finger into my warm wet vagina and began to probe I gasped a little but I didn’t need much in the way of foreplay because I was already aroused from pleasuring myself earlier.
"I got your message," He whispered.
"So I see," I whispered back.
I willingly parted my legs and he got between them guiding the engorged tip of his rigid cock an inch or so into my welcoming vagina then with a couple of tentative strokes he penetrated me completely. I love that first time feeling as a new man enters me and I groaned as it went all the way in. I could hear myself making soft feminine panting noises as he started to fuck me with slow rhythmic thrusts of his powerful hips and I was so wet that the action of his cock thrusting in and out of me made wonderful slurping noises. I could feel my juices trickling down my crevice like liquid honey leaking from the hive and I whispered to him how good it felt to have him deep inside me.
I plunged my tongue into his ear and told him how much I wanted him to use me for his pleasure but he was a considerate lover and just as I was pleasing him he was pleasing me. As he fucked me he was stimulating my clit with his thumb and it felt amazing but after a few intense minutes he disconnected from me and rolled onto his back. I threw back the duvet and sat astride him guiding his juice soaked cock back inside me and began to ride him whilst grinding my tender clit against his hairy pelvis. The moon was casting just enough light for us to see each other clearly and it was so sensual and romantic that no other illumination was necessary. I could feel the tip of his cock right at the very top pressing against my womb as he fucked me and I loved his tender fondling of my breasts. I leaned forward and brushed his lips with my nipples, which he lovingly kissed and sucked for me.
I then felt his hands reaching round behind me and his finger pushing against my wet sphincter. It went in easily and I groaned with the joy of that initial penetration and the stimulation of those sensitive nerves just inside my rectum.
What he was doing to me was just incredible and although we’d only been together for fifteen minutes or so I could already feel an orgasm beginning to build deep within me. "Keep fucking me," I pleaded, "I’m so close."
We were both giving in to pure lust now and our coupling was so energetic that my head was spinning when suddenly and without warning I felt something akin to a kick inside me as my whole body shuddered with the uncontrollable release of ecstasy. My orgasm literally overwhelmed me and I was physically trembling as wave after wave of pleasure rippled through me. Then as if in competition with my squeals of delight I heard that familiar drawn out manly grunt accompanied by the warm wet feeling of semen being pumped into me under pressure.
We kept on thrusting at each other trying to extract every millisecond of joy and every last drop of precious cum and when we finally reached the point where neither of us had anything left to give I slumped onto his chest.
Although we were breathing really heavily he stroked my hair tenderly then kissed my head and said, "I’m Paul by the way."
I smiled to myself and whispered back, "I’m Candy."
"Perfect," He said softly and we just lay there for a while until I felt the creamy contents of my vagina trickling out of me as his manhood retracted.
As he rolled over I snuggled up to him and we must have just drifted off to sleep because the next thing I remember was the daylight streaming through the skylight and the sound of the toilet flushing.
As I slowly opened my eyes Paul was emerging from the bathroom and coming back to bed. He snuggled up to me began to caress me from my neck to my knee. I enjoyed feeling his hands on me and he squeezed my breasts and fingered my pussy as though he’d always owned them. We both said how much we enjoyed making love and he asked me if it was just a one-night stand.
"I hope not," I replied, "I couldn’t bear it if you didn’t want me anymore."
He looked crestfallen at the idea and said that he felt the same way and then he asked me if I preferred tea or coffee.
"Tea with a dash of milk and no sugar," I replied.
He almost leapt out of bed and descended the staircase. The rear view of my fit looking new lover was most appealing and the fact that he had no white marks on his firm bum suggested that he wore a thong at least when sunbathing. When he emerged a few minutes later with a mug of tea in each hand the front view was even more impressive.
His body was toned and tanned with a manly hairy chest but just right. He didn’t quite have a six-pack but his torso was taut and he had nice solid thighs that perfectly framed the several inches of meaty manhood dangling between them. His all over tan now revealed that he didn’t wear anything at all whilst sunbathing.
I remarked on it as he slipped back into bed with me and he explained that he often spent time with a woman friend who owned a villa in Spain with a secluded pool and they’d always be naked around each other.
"Sex?" I enquired.
"She’s a pure Lesbian," He replied, "She has a magnificent body but she’s not sexually attracted to men at all and we really are just good friends."
I liked the answer and asked him about his current sex life. He was quite candid and admitted that since his divorce he’d been quite active with other women and I was equally honest with him about my recent lifestyle.
As we sipped our morning tea he asked me what time I had to be in work and I explained that Thursday was my day off so if he wanted to spend the day in bed with me he could. He smiled and said that he had a meeting with the bank at eleven and then lunch with a friend after that but he suggested that perhaps we could get together later, which I agreed would be lovely.
"Fancy a shower?" I asked.
No further persuasion was necessary and we were soon under the forceful stream of my power shower. It was obvious that we would use this opportunity to kiss and stroke each other and as Paul washed my intimate parts I made it my business to concentrate on his lovely cock.