"LUNCH COUNTER"

 

I was sitting at the corner lunch table nibbling on my sandwich when I heard his voice behind me. Hey, need a lunch partner? I swallowed my bite of sandwich and said, Sure, was just thinking of you. He settled into the chair across from me, I am so glad this week is over, he said as he unwrapped his sandwich. He continued to talk about his long week as I finished my sandwich and studied his face.

This man has a deep passion inside and I loved the way he would express it when he was busy talking about his daily adventures. His warm smile would light up the room, and his arching eyebrows would show his mystical side and the magic in his eyes, they were bedroom eyes for sure. He was also very expressive with his hands. Sometimes I would just sit there and fantasies about what magic those fingers could do.

One day I remarked on his passion, he face went plain, the sadness creped into his eyes, and he slowly shook his head. I sorry, did I say something wrong? I felt his hand cover mine as he spoke, Oh no you said nothing wrong, it is well..! I felt he needed to talk but was unsure if it was ok or that I would want to listen to such things, so I encouraged him to open up. Come on, I thought we were buds here. It did not take much more convincing to get him to open up to me. I could feel every bit of sadness, and emptiness he had built up inside.

Nevertheless, he always put a light at the end of the tunnel, and would smile warmly with a glimmer of hope at the end of every sad song. After that, we spent many lunches talking about things that were a little more personal.

Now looking across at this man I could see his heart, would know when he needed to talk, and would know when he needed to laugh. Therefore, every workday at lunchtime we would get together and involve ourselves a little deeper in friendship.

I had learned that his marriage was one of convenience, that he stayed with her out of commitment and that he had talked to her about building more passion in there relationship, but as of yet, there were no changes. He cared for her but also felt she was selfish, and he would just once like her to take him in her raw passion and need of him. He wanted adventure, but most of all he wanted her to desire him.

The more we shard about our selves the closer I got to him. I wanted to reach out and touch him with the desire and adventure he so craved. I would imagine our bodies locked together in a heated embrace, his lips against mine, and the fire in his eyes. One day I found myself fantasying about him. While away on a camping trip, we had ventured out for a walk. The day had turned cloudy and about mid way of our walk the rain started down in bucket sizes drops. He then whirled me around in his arms and kissed me passionately as the rainwater cascaded down our bodies.

We were soaked but still locked in each other’s arms as we started slowly pealing away our wet clothing. He hands found the curve of my breast as he watched the reactions in my face. My body was churning to the way he pulled and teased my nipples and I was arching into him for more of his touch. I felt his lips devoured my nipples, he teeth teasing the textures, and his breath on my skin. He than laid me down in a pile of wet leaves as my hands sought his hard shaft. I coaxed and stroked him as he placed butterfly kisses all over my neck and breast. Our breath become ragged and out of control. His body covered mine as I felt his cock part my lips to enter with in. I cried out as his flesh stretched and formed inside of mine. I drew a picture of to bodies molded together in passion as they venture on there journeys of lust and made sweet passionate love on a pile of leaves, in the middle of now where, and in the rain.

Hey, what are you thinking so hard about? He said as he laid his hand on mine. If he only knew, that I was sitting here with damp panties just thinking about him, I blushed and moved me eyes downward shaking my head no as I replied, Oh, sorry, was thinking about my get together tonight. A few woman friends and me are having a fun party, and I am catering to it. So was going over things in my head, sorry I didn’t mean to be so distant.” He chuckled, No wonder there was a glow to your face, a fun party huh, I heard those can get pretty wild. I shook my head, really. I have never been to one before, I guess I better bring my wild imagination then. I gathered up my trash and pushed it in my lunch bag as he told me about his weekend plans. We than said our goodbyes until Monday!

Later that evening I arrived at the party with my tray of goodies. There was better than 50 women there. We started with a fashion show of sexy lingerie, which I course me and a few others had enticed by the others to model. Then we had sandwiches and cakes, and just after the different arrays of sexual toys were brought out and laid on the tables. I was amazed at how many different flavored oils their where, and all the different vibrators and their uses. I made a few purchases and then went to help Candy clean up as the hosts finished the orders and prepared to leave. I had finished up and was getting ready to leave when Candy asked me if I would like to stay. She and a few of the girls where going to mix some drinks and play a few games. Sure, would love too! I said as I pondered and the said out loud, it is not like I have anything else better to do.

We mixed drinks and then settled into the living room. We started discussing the party and all the different things that was shown when one woman replied, Yeah, I bought a long sexy gown in hopes to intrigue my husband, I am hoping it will spark his attention. A few others agreed with her and the subject of husband was off. I sat and listen as most of the women talked about their marriages, and how it had became more of a job then a pleasure. "He never wants sex anymore, just sit in front of the damn T.V., Yeah, mine always wants it when we go to bed, then after he rolls over and goes to sleep, etc!" I sat and smiled as I listen to the women carry on about their husbands, and would recall some comments I had over heard in the lunchroom from the men. "Yeah I get it maybe once a week when we go to bed. She is never in the mood, or she treats it as if it was a chore, etc!" It seemed to me that most wanted there husbands to be the aggressor, and did not get the attention they were looking for.

I popped off with a question before I thought, "So why not take what you want?" The room went silent and then one woman said, There is no passion in that! I shook my head and said, "Yes there is, it is your passion to express yourself. I think that most men would get off on a woman taking control, demanding attention, and taking what she wants." Most women wait for the man to provoke a sexual interlude, and personally I think men just get tried of the routine. No one said anything! Sorry, I said, I know I am not married but it is just that I think most men would be intrigued by a woman showing her needs by claiming them. The lady next to me puts a hand on my thigh and says, No, I can see your point, but until you are married to one for awhile you could never know, they ask for it when they want it, and besides we got enough to do. Candy gets up and retrieves the empty glasses to refill them saying, "Well, maybe we should discuss this further in the kitchen".

Once in the kitchen, we all settled around the table to play a game of truth or dare. The women continue to talk about there husbands and I sit and listen. The game started pretty simple, questions like, favorite positions, fantasies, and any flings on the side. My name had been drawn for the next question by a women that had been pretty quite most of the night, so I was completely shock by her when I heard her question, "Have you ever fucked or fantasized about fucking a married man?" My mind went to Lynn, and the fantasies I had of him as I stumble around with my words, "Well, um being in a room full of married women I think I would probably be safer on taking the dare".

Everyone chuckled as I seen the seriousness in the eyes of the question asker. "Are you sure?" she said as her hands went together in thought. "Well yes", I said, "or at least I think so". After a short silence she said, "Ok, I dare you to fuck my husband". Everyone’s eyes went to her in total amazement as she continued. "I guess what I am trying to do is prove a point." She said, as she looked me directly in the eye. "My husbands first desires comes to sleeping, and playing golf, that is where his passion lies, if I went home right now and tried to wake him for a night of hot sex he would grunt, then roll over, and tell me he needed his sleep."

It seemed that most of the women around the kitchen table agreed with her as every ones eyes where now on me. "So you want me to seduce your husband, and this will prove what?" I said waiting to see where this dare was going. "I don’t want you to seduce my husband I want you to come to my house now, and see if you can get him to make love to you. I want you to pretend you are me and try to get a reaction out of him." She continued as I got up and fixed me another drink. "I know I have been drinking and maybe you think that I am unclear, but in all reality I don’t think this will go any father then you slipping in to bed and then slipping out while he continues to sleep."

I rested my backside against the counter as I looked at the group of woman around the table, every one of them looking at me and waiting for my reply. "Why me?" She did not hesitate with an answer, "Like I said, it is to prove a point, are you up for the challenge?" I took a long sip of my drink and said "And what happens if I get a reaction?"

Again, the room became silent as if the possibility never crossed anyone’s mind. "Aw, I see", I said as I returned to my seat, "you know definitely that he will not respond". "Well yes, but" She looked around the room for reassurance. "I guess maybe it is a possibility that he will respond, but it is doubtful."

I waited for her to answer my question. After a long silence, I finally made a discussion. "I’ll tell you what, if you are sure you want to do this, then I have an ideal. She hesitated and moment and then said, "Yes I am sure, so what’s your idea?"

Later that evening, which was actually the early hours of the morning, we arrived a Vivian’s house. She showed me her bedroom door then disappeared into the other room. I slipped into the bedroom and removed my clothing, then over to the dresser door where she kept her scarves. I eased onto the bed even though Vivian told me he slept like a rock. I did not want to take any chances that he would come around until I had his hands tied out of the way. It was pitch dark in the room, so I had to find my way around with my hands only to guide me, which made being subtle a little more difficult.

He shifted a little as my hands sought out his arms, but with in seconds I had his wrist tied together above his head and attached to the headboard. I moved the cover from his body as I trailed my finger lightly down his chest into the band shorts. I moved my hand inside his shorts to find him soft and smooth. I wrapped my fingers around the length of his shaft as my palm cupped his head. I then stroked his length with a smooth up and down motion as his smooth head beat against the firm pressure of my palm. I felt him growing hard in my hand as his body started to stir. Then I heard him mumble a growl as he tried to move his hands. With in moments he was aware of his situation, and he started to struggle. I slipped my mouth around his smooth hard cock head. His body froze, as I licked his textures with my tongue while consuming him with my mouth.

I push his shorts down and around his ankles as I positioned my self between his thighs. I heard his deep voice saying, "Vivian, what are you doing to me?" I could not reply so I just worked harder on his now throbbing cock with my mouth. He lay motionless for a long moment, his breath in a nice even rhythm as I continued to stroke his cock with my lips, tongue, and throat. I felt his body start to tighten, and could feel the pressure of his eruption so I slowed my rhythm down and eased my lips and tongue back to his head as I teased his erection. He moan out, "Oh baby don’t stop, Please!"

I continued to tease him until he was begging for more. Then I positioned my moist cunt over his erection and drove him into me hard and deep. He voice was a high pitch raged as I sunk deeper into him. I arched my back as I rested on my hands and rocked slowly on him as his hard flesh massaged my insides. I felt the heat of my body igniting as my hips rocked harder and harder against him. I felt my flush of fluids as I bit back my verbal express of my release. My climax wrapped around his throbbing length as I heard him cry out. "Fuck me baby, I am cumming." I moved directly over his cock as I put my hands on his furry tummy and pump up and down on his throbbing cock until his hips trusted up hard and I felt his push of fluids pond against my walls. I came down on him hard as I adsorbed his climax, holding him inside and massaging him with my vibrant tissues. We stayed there for a few moments, as he grew soft inside of me. I then ease off of him, grabbed my cloths and almost running out the door as I heard him say, "Baby come here I want more."

I met Vivian in the hallway, her face blushing, and her eyes filled with amazement; she had been listening at the door. I was busy getting dressed, to cover up my flushed flesh as I reply to Vivian, "I will let myself out, because as you can see you have a sexual monster to contend with".

I was sitting in my usual seat in the corner of the lunchroom when I heard Lynn say, "Is this seat taken?" I looked up and smiled, "Why no sir it is not, but I think it will be shortly". He smiled back at me as he sat himself down, and asked, "So how was your fun party?" I swallowed my bit of sandwich then replied, "Oh" it was interesting,but nothing spectacular". I had considered telling him, but felt he would not approve so I let it drop. "And what did you do this weekend? The weather was prefect for golf." He looked up from his soup and smiled. "Well actually I spent the weekend shopping with my wife." We went out to lunch and then to Spencer and bought a few... Well things! He smiled big as I seen the blush cover his cheeks. "Oh yeah, what brought this on?"

"Well it was pretty amazing, and I have no ideal, but I woke up early Saturday morning with my wife's lips wrap around my hard cock and my hands tied to the bed." I must have turned three shades of red as his words hit me. Nooo it could not be!! My mind was screaming silently. "Oh, I am sorry, didn’t mean to be so blunt." He said noticing my uncomfortable state. "No, no, it is not your fault, sorry was just shocked that’s all. So Lynn you have never told me, what is your wife’s name?" My mind now racing, please let it be a mistake, a coincidence, not my friend, oh how, how could this be..?.

"Well, it is Vivian, Why?"

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