Chance Encounters

by Mia Jae

  “Come see me,” he repeated. “I’ll cook for you.”

  He’d cook for me? Men never cooked for me. I always did the cooking. Him saying that was almost like him saying, “I’ll take care of you.” I was so tired of seeing to my own needs, of Charles being so needy, and of always having to take care of everyone else that those simple words, “I’ll cook for you,” put me over the edge.

  “Okay.”

  “Really?”

  “Yes. I’ll come. Give me an hour, and I will be packed and out of here. I’ll call you when I am on the road.”

  Then I did the unthinkable. I lied the biggest lie I had ever lied to Charles in all of our married years. I told him that he had to take care of the kids for a few days because I was going to go visit my friend, Jennifer, who had moved out of state. The length of driving time would have been about the same to Jennifer’s as it was to Lance’s. So, in my mind it worked.

  I packed, kissed the kids good-bye, told them all I would see them in a few days, and left.

  Along with leaving them behind, I left the remainder of my inhibitions, and I gathered a warped sense of freedom about me. I felt carefree and wicked. For the next fifteen hours or so, I drove, and the closer I got to Lance, the more sexually aroused I became.

  He talked me through with directions to his apartment. For the last hour, I fought through the heebie-jeebie notions of “What if he isn’t who I think?” “What if he is an ax murderer?” “What if I am putting myself in danger?” “What if I am getting myself in over my head?”

  I pushed through them about the time I pulled into his apartment parking lot and saw him watching and waiting for me out a third floor window. I parked the car, grabbed my bag, swallowed all the pride that was in me, and moved toward the building.

  I was about to break my marriage vows. I was about to consummate an affair. In the flesh.

  I was about to cheat on my husband in real time.

  * * * *

  The hallway was dark when he opened the door to his apartment. The lighting inside was low, as well. The shadows hid some of the features of his face but it was, I knew, the Lance of my pictures. My fantasies. I slipped inside his apartment door and it closed, and locked, behind me.

  I was tired, so tired, from all of the driving. It was about five o’clock in the morning. The next thing I remember was Lance pulling me into his arms and holding me against his big, strong chest. He was several inches taller than me and quite athletic. He taught Karate and had his own business, so keeping fit was important to him. I wondered if he would balk at my flabby belly and less-than-toned thighs. It didn’t seem to matter.

  “You’re tired,” he whispered in my ear. For the first time, I was hearing his voice live, rather than from a phone.

  “Yes.”

  “Let’s go to bed.”

  “Yes.” The one word was about all I could muster. I was tired. So tired that I almost felt drugged and overpowered by his physical nearness. “Take me there,” I whispered.

  From that moment on, there was no thought, just body language. From the instant he lifted my t-shirt up over my head and skimmed his large hands over my waist, I was lost and under his power.

  We landed in bed in a few short strides. We didn’t speak, just kissed and writhed over one another, rubbing our bodies together, rolling on the bed, as the last pieces of clothing fell to the floor. I grasped Lance’s cock in my hand and smoothed my fingers over him. He cried out in pleasure, and my body trilled with sexual desire. Oh, God. I was here. And Lance wanted me. I wanted him.

  “Fuck me,” I whispered. I was too tired to do much else but let him have his way with me.

  And he did. He entered me with that lovely large cock I’d felt and pushed himself deep into my pussy. And again. He groaned in my ear, and I urged my body up to his. Wrapping my legs around him, I met his thrusts.

  “Oh God…oh, God…” I heard myself say over and over again.

  “My pussy. Mine.”

  “Yes.”

  And Lance kept saying it over and over again. “Mine. Mine.”

  “Yes. Yes…”

  My body took over. I gave it over to him. He played me, and my flesh rippled with passion and delight. Complete. I felt so complete with Lance inside me. So damned complete. Filled. Taken. Owned.

  Loved.

  I exploded with a sharp convulsion and gripped him with my arms and legs. He cried out and plunged deep and hard into me. Once. Again. And one final time.

  Lance pinned me to the bed. Nailed me there and I was unmoving, his prick buried deep inside my pussy, his large body draped soundly over mine.

  Satisfied and sated, I fell asleep with Lance inside and on top of me.

  * * * *

  I woke while lying on my side, with something hard poking at me from the rear. Batting my eyes, I opened them to look at the wall, saw the sunlight streaming in from behind the heavy drapes at the window, and remembered where I was. The poking grew more urgent. I closed my eyes again and scooted my ass back toward Lance.

  His hands went to my hips, steadying me. I arched my back a little and his cock, already wet with pre-cum, I assumed, pushed inside my vagina.

  “Good morning, sweetheart,” Lance whispered in my ear, “Or perhaps I should say good afternoon.”

  “Afternoon delight,” I mumbled.

  He chuckled, and I thought he was probably too young to know that song. Didn’t matter. I smiled to myself at the thought.

  “I like your cock.”

  “That’s a good thing because you’re going to get plenty of it.”

  “Ummm…” I responded and Lanced pushed deeper. I loved being filled by him.

  Needless to say, this was the beginning of a three-day fuck fest that changed my life forever.

  * * * *

  I didn’t leave the apartment for the duration. Mostly we stayed in bed, but when I was up and walking around the apartment, I chose to parade around in my bikini panties and no bra.

  Never had I been so uninhibited, and I reveled in the feeling. The kids crossed my mind once in a while, and I did get a couple of calls in to them, but never did Charles, or the fact that I was cheating on him, enter my mind. I didn’t care. I was with Lance, and it was heaven.

  One afternoon after taking a shower, combing out my hair, and donning a skimpy pair of black, lacy bikini panties, I stepped back into the living room. I glanced at myself in the mirror. Not bad, I thought. The walking I had been doing the past few months had toned up my thighs and my tummy, and I was fortunate that my breasts were still somewhat perky—even after breastfeeding the two kids.

  Feeling confident, I strode up to the couch where Lance was sitting watching television. His gaze rose as I neared, but it stopped mostly on my pelvis area.

  He was sprawled, his legs spread, wearing a pair of long sports shorts, and no shirt. His complexion was naturally dark, and the tan he sported only accentuated the deep brown of his eyes. His chest was ripped with muscles, and his biceps were large and bulging.

  So was the tent forming underneath the gym shorts.

  Slowly stepping forward, I straddled him, took the remote out of his hand and tossed it to the other side of the couch. His gaze hooked into mine as I lowered myself to his lap.

  “You’re insatiable,” he mumbled, and I grinned.

  “You love it.”

  “Not complainin’.”

  His hands went to my breasts and squeezed. Lord, the feel of my tits in the palm of his big hands set me on fire. I wanted him.

  Scooting my butt back closer to his knees, I tugged at the waistband of his shorts. “I want this,” I told him.

  “All yours, baby.”

  “Mine?”

  “Absolutely. Take it.”

  I knew he was expecting me to ride him. He liked it that way, and yeah, I liked it as well. But I’d yet to feel the velvet length of him in my mouth, and at the moment, that was what I craved. My pussy had been fully sated the past day or so, my mouth was itch
ing for cock.

  Lance’s cock.

  My hands still on his waistband, I stood and then parted his knees. Kneeling down in front of him, I pulled the waistband down and unleashed that decadent cock into my hands.

  “Caroline…” he groaned.

  “Yes?”

  “Are you sure you can handle…?”

  I leaned closer and ran the tip of my tongue around the head of his cock, which jumped on cue. I didn’t say anything. My job now was to please.

  Lance sank back into the couch.

  I’d mastered the art of sucking cock long ago, when Charles was horny and I wasn’t in the mood. I’d learned that the best way to make him come fast and hard, so that he would then leave me alone, was to suck him dirty and pretend I was a hooker. You see, I guess I’d been into this fantasy sex stuff long before Lance. I’d used sex to get my way even with Charles.

  Now, I was going to see if I could satisfy Lance in that same way. Only different. This time I was going to make it last. And I was perfectly happy sitting there between his knees, his cock in my mouth, with his fingers threaded through my damp hair.

  “My job is to pleasure you, Sir,” I told him.

  Lance responded with an upward thrust, pushing his cock deeper into my mouth.

  I lay my tongue flat on his organ, and stroked him from base to tip. First on one side, then the other. I made my way all around, licking him like a melting ice cream cone, fearful of letting one drop get away. His pre-cum rolled into little beads at the head of his cock and I’d lick them away and then take his crown into my mouth and suck at the end, urging more of his juices to come forward.

  I loved his saltiness.

  Rocking back on my heels, I’d level out his cock, pulling it straight away from his belly, while I’d ring the base with the thumb and forefinger of one hand, holding him tight, and then massage and tickle his balls with my other. I’d cup his jewels, particularly as they clenched and grew taut, and hold them in my palm while I rammed my entire mouth over his cock and pulled him as far into my throat as I possibly could.

  Once he was positioned deep in my mouth, I’d hold him there. Stop all motion for several seconds, until he would tighten the grip on my hair and moan. “Shit…” he hissed between his teeth. “Goddamn, do something.”

  So I did. I began a slow massage of his dick with the insides of my mouth. I’d squeeze and ripple my lips over him…move my tongue in spirals, still inside my mouth, up and over his cock. I’d increase the pressure and suck, opening my mouth and throat and take him as deep as I possibly could. Then all at once, I would tighten my grip at his base, fisting my fingers about him, and hold him tight while I pulled my mouth away.

  That’s when I started the feather-light motions of the tip of my tongue over every inch of his engorged and highly sensitive head. I’d look at that cock and marvel at how aroused he was and how excited I had made him. While licking him, I’d glance into his face, his eyes rolled back in his head, lolled to one side.

  “God, Caroline, suck my dick.” He could barely get the words out.

  “You’re going to come all over my face.” I watched his face grimace, and I inwardly grinned.

  “God, no… Ride me.”

  “No?”

  “Ride me instead. Now.”

  This gave me a second’s pause. “I want to suck you dry. I want to taste your cum.”

  “No,” he pushed out. “No one. No woman…”

  What?

  I took him fully into my mouth now and continued to watch his face. I still gripped him tight at the base with my right hand. I sucked, stroking up and down, up and down…

  “Come for me, baby. I want your hot cum,” I said.

  “No. No woman ever…”

  No woman ever?

  “…made me come like this. In…mouth…”

  Well, I’ll be. He was young.

  Then I would be the first. I about made that my mission before this weekend was finished. If not at this moment, then sometime.

  “Ride me.”

  I shook my head. “No. I’m sucking your cock.”

  He gripped my head harder, forcing me onto his cock. His words said one thing, his actions another.

  “You’re coming in my mouth,” I told him.

  “Shit…fuck…”

  My pussy ached. As much as I would have enjoyed riding him to scratch this growing ache in my pussy, I knew I could have that anytime. I wanted this today, this sucking until he gave it over—gave it over to me.

  I wanted this control.

  Over him.

  And it felt very, very powerful and exciting. Titillating.

  Up on my knees now, I bore into my work, his cock in my mouth, my tongue laving, my hand gripping and pumping him. I loved how he felt, stretching my mouth. I loved how he grew bigger and how he shuddered under me. I waited for the explosion, the spurt of his milky seed, filling my cheeks. The musky smell, the earthy taste. I sucked and squeezed, and with my left hand then, pushed my middle finger firmly into the slick, fleshy part of his ass behind his balls toward his rectum. I squeezed his balls and pushed hard, my mouth taking all of his engorged cock, and within seconds, Lance cried out and lurched forward, his hands forcing my head to stay in place over his dick.

  He came with such force that I nearly choked.

  Soon, he fell back almost as quickly as he’d doubled over. His body was still convulsing, and his face contorted with pleasure. I pulled his dick out of my mouth and his cum spilled out over my lips. Cum oozed out of his tip and I lapped at it, then took his organ and rubbed it all over my lips and cheeks, loving the soft supple feel of his dick as it slid over me.

  I sucked him gently, lovingly, until he came down from his orgasmic high and his breathing evened. When I looked up into his face a minute later, I saw him staring down at me.

  Scowling.

  “Get up,” he said. “Get off me.”

  I didn’t like the look on his face, but I did what he asked.

  I stood before him and he rose, towering over me. In one motion, he swept me up, lifted me over his shoulder and carried me out of the room. I wasn’t sure if he was mad or aroused.

  In the bedroom, he tossed me onto the bed and quickly covered my body with his. Before I realized it, he had both my hands pulled over my head, and first one, then the other, shackled to the bedposts. My ankles were next and there I lay, naked except for my bikini panties, spread eagle on his bed, going nowhere.

  “I’ll be back,” he said. The next thing I heard was the shower. Several minutes later, the front door opened and then closed.

  * * * *

  My face was sticky with dried cum. Dammit. Where in the hell was Lance? It had been a couple of hours, and I was getting tired of lying in one position. What was he thinking?

  The time let me mull over the situation, though. Near the end of our sex play, the mood had shifted, and I tried hard to recall exactly when. I rolled the scene over and over in my head until finally, I realized…

  Ride me.

  No. I’m sucking your cock. You’re coming in my mouth.

  Shit…fuck…

  Ah. That was it.

  During that exchange, the power had shifted. No woman has ever made me come like this… That was it. All this time, he’d had the power over me. During cyber-sex, controlling my fantasies, in email, and even driving all this way to see him. He had commanded, and I obeyed.

  Until a few minutes ago.

  He told me to ride him.

  I told him no, that I was sucking his cock. That he was going to come in my mouth.

  I gained the power.

  He lost control.

  He lost control.

  Oh yes, blowjobs are power. I’d learned that with Charles. But it seemed, with Lance, this transference of power to me, scared the shit out of him.

  All right. So be it.

  The door clicked at the front of the apartment, and I knew what I had to do.

  As his footsteps came closer
, I listened, my head turned slightly toward the wall, my gaze lowered. The steps paused. He went into the bathroom, ran some water, paused again and moved toward the bedroom. I felt the weight of the bed shift as he put a knee next to me and sat.

  “Caroline.” His voice was stern. His fingertips grasped my chin to lift my face. “Look at me.”

  Slowly, I raised my gaze and met his. His face was devoid of emotion. For a moment, I was fearful and for the first time, felt vulnerable.

  He tilted my face up more and raised his other hand.

  With a warm, damp washcloth, he began washing my face. The rubbing of the terry cloth over my skin was gentle, but firm. “Time to clean you up,” he said. I kept my gaze lowered, but I knew he was staring into my face.

  He continued to wash. And talk.

  “I own your pussy,” he began. I nodded. “And when I tell your pussy to ride my cock, that is what I want you to do.”

  “I…”

  “Quiet.”

  Okay. I nodded again.

  He stroked the cloth over my face with loving precision. I was pretty sure it was clean now, but he kept on going.

  “I told you that no woman had ever made me come before in her mouth.” He waited, I suppose to see if I would react. I didn’t. “I told you to ride me. Yet, you said, no, that you were going to suck my cock. And you did. And you made me lose control and come in your mouth.”

  The stroking of the cloth stopped. He grasped my chin and lifted my face to meet his gaze. “You said no to me, Caroline. You took advantage of my vulnerability. You made me lose control. You shifted the control. And now, you have left me with no choice but to take it back.”

  Lance pushed back from the bed then and stood, tossing the washcloth aside. “Watch me,” he ordered, and I did while he slowly unbuttoned his shirt, removed it, then unfastened his belt and fly, and dropped his jeans to the floor. He kicked those away along with underwear, shoes and socks, then stood beside the bed, his cock rigid and upright, while he fondled it.

  “You like cock, don’t you Caroline.”

  “I like your cock.”

  “It’s yours, you know.”

  “I know.”

  “But tonight, I decide how you get it.”

  Something zinged through me. He always decided, mostly, except for the one time, but something about being bound to the bed made what was coming up slightly more titillating. He approached the bed again and straddled me, his knees at my armpits. Learning forward, he brushed his cock over my face, the velvet smoothness caressing my cheeks. He grasped his cock in his hand and methodically bounced it off my face, each slap of his flesh across my cheek heightening my arousal.