My clothes were drenched. Though I was wearing a pullover sweater and jeans, it was clear to him that I was fit and likely possessed a gorgeous body beneath my sopping wet clothes. He told me that he had sent his staff home ahead of the storm, anticipating that they would have trouble driving in the bleak weather. He went on to explain that his prep work for the day had been finished, and it was unlikely that any new customers would brave the storm to go out for dinner. He informed me that he had his wife drive everyone home, while he had stayed behind to catch up on paperwork.

He then offered me a change of clothes. In the ladies room, I changed into a standard looking chef’s outfit: loose-fitting, drawstring pants and a button down, white linen shirt that barely buttoned up over my ridiculously hot and ample rack. While I was changing, he hung my clothes to dry and dished up two bowls of hot & sour soup for us. Next, we sat down at one of the black lacquer tables to enjoy our soup. I was feeling quite taken with his chivalry, genteel charm, and gracious hospitality. (He was delicious eye candy too!)

As we sat together, our conversation was free-flowing and the vibe between us felt safe and easy. The warm energy that surged through us seemed to have lent itself to unintended sexual undertones at every turn. We talked about everything from what I was doing out and about on such a stormy day, to his wife and how he often liked to find little errands to send her on. I had the distinct notion that if he and I let nature take its course, she would be busy doing errands for days on end!

He periodically looked me over with his distinctively lusty blue eyes, trying to be nonchalant, but failing miserably. I, too, tried not to be too conspicuous about the fact that my libido was pulsing like a drum. I’m sure it was quite obvious though, as I twisted and twirled the tips of my wet hair and gazed back at him with longing eyes.

We slowly stirred our soup with big, white spoons as we sat across from each other. The conversation became quieter as we listened to the rain that was pounding the rooftop. I knew that, like me, he was trying to find a way to stay composed as the sexual tension between us was mounting at a rapid pace and becoming increasingly more difficult to ignore.

Finally, whether I meant to or not (okay, I definitely meant to), I began overtly flirting. He ignored it, or tried to anyway. He was flirting with me as well and trying to ignore that, too.

After I finished eating and my phone was fully charged, I called someone to pick me up. I told him that they’d be there to get me in a couple of hours. He called his wife, who was still driving everyone home. He instructed her to go home afterwards. He told her that he had a pile of paperwork to finish still and it would be a while before he’d be home.

I thanked him for his generosity and we continued chatting, moving on to other topics. He got up and went into the kitchen and returned with a small plate that was lined with a white, paper doily and contained 2 fortune cookies. He asked me if I was daring enough to read my fortune out loud. I responded by saying, “Sure, I’m all about taking risks and seizing opportunities”.

Mine said, “Soon you’ll be swept away by a perfect stranger”. “Hmmm… might that perfect stranger be you?” He just grinned as he broke his cookie in half, pulling out the little crinkled message. “You’ll soon find something that’s been missing.” As he finished reading those words, he stood up and slid in next to me on my side of the cushioned bench. Leaning in, he put his arm around my shoulder and gave me the most sensual kiss that I’ve ever had.

It was on…

I excused myself and went to the ladies room. As I walked out, he was standing there, waiting for me. He swooped in, grabbed me by my waist, and pushed me back against the wall, pressing his body firmly against mine. My eyes beckoned him to continue. I had wanted him to ravage me from the moment I first laid eyes on him. He reached down into my drawstring pants, feeling my wetness. I immediately began grinding on his hand. I unbuttoned the linen shirt as his fingers moved perfectly inside of my velvety pussy. My nipples were hard and tight; they were aching to be touched by his tongue. He began sucking on them as he roamed both of my breasts with his large hands and desirous mouth.

I reached down and found that the head of his engorged cock was already emerging from his pants; I yanked his pants down. I yelled out in frenzied passion “Put it in me now!’’ He pushed me down onto a table, pulled my legs apart, and pushed his dick inside me so deeply that I almost passed out from the initial dose of pleasure his cock delivered. I moaned loudly as it went crashing into my ripe pussy over and over!

As his thrusting continued, my mind and body were both flooded with more warmth and unbridled desire than I had ever experienced before. I clutched the edges of the table on both sides with my hands and begged him not to stop. He grabbed my hips and pulled me forward as he slammed into me even harder! He was fucking me so feverishly that I could feel my orgasm was just moments away; I breathlessly told him that I was going to cum all over his rigid cock. Those words sent him over the edge as he pumped his cum straight into me! When I felt his hot release inside of me, off I went, into the most intense rolling orgasm I’ve had to date!

He then carried my limp body into his office and laid me down on his couch. He snuggled in behind me and began rubbing my back and kissing me softly on my neck. He whispered into my ear “I’m still hard.” Before I could even respond, I heard my phone buzz. (Talk about a buzz kill, quite literally.) It was my friend letting me know that she would be arriving in 5 minutes. He looked over at my phone and in a bittersweet tone said, “Next time.”

Still breathless with pleasure, I watched him slip back into his chef pants and V-neck shirt again. As I watched him dress, I wondered how a man could be created so perfectly. He returned my clothes to me and I scurried to get them back on before my friend arrived. He took me by the hand and headed toward the door. As we approached the door, he affectionately gave my hand a gentle squeeze. I gave his hand a little squeeze in return. He handed me a business card from his pocket, pressed me against the big door and kissed me goodbye. I knew that there would be a “next time” and that filled me with great contentment and happiness.

As my ride pulled up, we looked at each other and silently acknowledged that our meeting one another was not merely a happenstance. I believe that he was there on that stormy day to help me. I also believe that I showed up to help him find what he had desperately been missing. It was a serendipitous connection that I’ll cherish forever.

Last year on Black Friday, I got more than I bargained for when I was en route to the Plaza to brave the crowds with my to-do list in tow. My dutiful little car, Ruby, sputtered and spiraled to a halt right in front of a dry cleaner in downtown.

The sky was dark and there was a powerful storm coming in fast overhead. The clouds opened up and the sky began to roar with wild abandon. As I sat there looking up at the ominous sky, I reached for my phone and discovered that I had “no service”. As I contemplated my next move, my mind was dwelling on the elements that were charging above me.

I instinctively drifted off into more sensual thoughts. I zeroed in on how it was absolute perfect weather for primal fucking. It’s quite easy to become entranced and fall prey to such an all-consuming force. (Don’t you think?)

Sadly, my sensual thoughts began to dissipate when dime-size hail started ricocheting off of Ruby’s roof. I pulled my pashmina over my head and made a dash for the dry cleaner. I was greeted (more like grunted at) by a rude woman standing behind the counter. It was obvious that she was not feeling warm and fuzzy about the dreary weather or yours truly.  I was soaking wet and a sizeable puddle was forming beneath me on her shop floor. I didn’t even bother asking if I could use her telephone. Instead, I leisurely pumped my umbrella up and down the entire length of her counter before I meandered out of there.

I strategically continued to scurry along the sidewalk, ducking and dodging the pelting rain as I attempted to stay beneath the eaves of each building. I was starting to get a bit discouraged when the most delectable aroma started wafting through the damp air. I found myself staring across a parking lot at a massive red and black front door of a Chinese restaurant.

The place looked dark, except for a few strands of blinking twinkle lights in the windows. At that point, I had nothing to lose, so before I thought about trudging back to my car in the freezing cold and having to resort to asking a random passerby for help, I thought that I might as well take a look to see if anyone was around.

Standing at the front door, I peered inside. I could see rows of black tables with jars of chopsticks, napkin dispensers and bottles of soy sauce neatly arranged on them. There was a bit of light filtering in from the kitchen but there was no hint of life.

Suddenly a tallish man with the most beautifully smooth, shaved head and well- defined arms emerged from the back of the restaurant and sauntered toward me. He paused a few feet from the door, and surveyed the parking lot for a sign of anyone else, before he swiftly opened the door and ushered me in with a reassuring wave of his large, masculine and very capable looking hand. This stoic looking gentleman didn’t seem to mind the trail of water that accompanied me inside. I remember thinking to myself: this is the place I was meant to find. This man will help me.

To Be Continued…

Once again, Thanksgiving Day is almost here

Family unites to give thanks and drink beer

Good food is abound and you partake in it all

After dinner you dial me for an X-rated call

I answer and ask what you’re in the mood for

You ask me to ride you like a naughty whore

I mount you and give you the sex ride of life

Soon you cum deep inside ending your strife

Slowly I climb off, releasing you from my box

You thank me and tell me my phone sex rocks

We relax together and engage in pillow talk

Regaining our breath and the strength to walk

From the next room we hear your wife state

Get your ass in here, it’s getting very late

Our bodies embrace as we kiss good night

Sex is best when she’s away on a flight!

Glad I could dish you a holiday reprieve

I look forward to more cock in my beav

Kidding aside, I’m thankful to each caller

If you need me today, just give me a holler

I’ll leave you with one tiny crumb of advice

I’m the only phone sex lover that’ll suffice

Some guys are breast men. Other guys go for a bountiful booty. Then there’s the man who goes weak in the knees over a pair of luscious legs! No matter what part of me catches your eye, it excites me just to know that you’re looking.

But even if you’re a die-hard breast man, I’m sure you can appreciate my legs. And if you’re a leg man, well, maybe you want to do more than just appreciate them. Would you like to worship them? I know that with my legs alone, I can get you to crawl over to me, naked, on your hands and knees. Maybe I’d let you kiss my ankles or my sexy toes. Perhaps I’d let you run your hands up along the curve of my soft calves. If you’re a very good boy, I might even let you run them up my inner thighs.

There’s actually a lot I can do with these legs. I could wrap them around you and squeeze you tight. I could allow you to put your face between my soft legs to taste my sweet juices and then push my thighs together so hard that you couldn’t breathe. I bet that you would even willingly volunteer to be trapped between my velvety thighs.

Or I could simply sit down. Rest my lengthy legs and lower my smooth ass right down onto your face as you lie naked on the floor below me. I’d smother you in the scent of my sex as your tongue probed me in and out. Mmm…I could sit like that for hours.

No matter what I do with these legs of mine, you’re in no position to resist them. I know that you’re looking at them now, imagining having them wrapped tightly around you. It’s made you hard, I know. By now you’ve got your cock out of your pants and you’re slowly stroking it as you stare at my legs and fantasize about being here naked in front of me.

It’s just another way I have of controlling your cock. A girl has to use what she has and today I feel like using my legs. And it’s working, isn’t it? Very soon you’ll pry your eyes away just long enough to pick up the phone to call me. You’re so predictable, so easy. But I like you that way. Controlling your cock arouses me and when I’m aroused, I need to be satisfied and nothing satisfies me more than knowing how gloriously I make you cum.

You’ll call and hear my sweet commanding voice in your ear. When we’re done, you’ll be sitting there, naked, with your balls drained and your cock still twitching from the load of cum I talked out of it.

I have many ways of enticing you…

Today my legs are my lure.

After you stand frozen ogling this gorgeous girl for what seems like forever, you regain your composure and ask her who she is. She answers, “I’m Lana.” Your eyes widen as you suddenly realize upon hearing that voice, the bodacious babe donning the blonde hair is actually me.

You stumble a bit, but play along using in a coy tone, “Well Lana, how can I help you?”

“I’m a bit lost and my phone is dead. Could I possibly come in and use yours?” You immediately usher me inside where I “accidentally” drop my keys. With a cavalier cadence in my voice, I say “oops-a-daisy”, bending over to pick them up while my ass coincidentally finds itself nuzzled right up against your crotch! I smile as I can see that you’re already hard and I’m pleased with myself, knowing that my plan is working.

“Do you have anyone special in your life Mr…?”

You give me your name as I rise up to look you in the eye whilst my hand gently clutches your inner thigh. You tell me that you indeed, have a certain someone in your life. (Hmm, could it be the real me?) I put my other arm over your shoulder and pull myself closer to you as I say, “Well, maybe I could be her just for tonight.”

The rest becomes a beautiful blur of us making out wildly. I sat in your lap rocking back and forth on your raging hard-on before I reached in and claimed it as mine. As I grasp your cock and steadily stroke it, you lift my breasts into your mouth and begin sucking my erect nipples.

Soon, I become impatient and start to rip your clothes off. I yank at your pant legs, pulling them off in one clean swoop, setting your legs and cock free for the taking. I urgently push your dick into my eager mouth and suck you with such force that you have to lean back against the wall in order to steady yourself. We haven’t even made it past the entry way when I pull you down onto the floor. Once you are lying on your back, I run my warm tongue over every square inch of your body. I use my fingernails to slowly run them over your heated flesh, leaving you squirming for more.

After leaving you drenched with desire and watching the head of your cock drip with pre-cum, I take pity on you. I straddle you and strategically push your manhood deep inside of my aching box.

We fuck vigorously as you use my hips for handles, holding on to me while I ride you like a wild stallion. As the pleasure mounts, I arch my back, press my tits high into the air, clench down and cum all over your thick cock. I can feel you closing in on your own release so I pull you out and quickly push you into my mouth and suck you into ecstasy.

I eventually get up and get dressed. As I am walking away, you ask, “Will I see you again, Lana?”

I turn back, blow you a kiss and nonchalantly say, “If you’re lucky (*wink).”

It has been a while since we last talked. I know how badly you want to connect with me and hear me whisper in your ear as I seduce you into another night of passion. But you’ve been busy of late and don’t always have the privacy you really need to fully enjoy a call with me. I’ve also noticed that sometimes you seem to want a bit more from our relationship and I’m very attentive to your every desire.

Today, I was walking home and got to thinking about how we could spice things up. Almost immediately, I was reminded of your glorious cock and how incredible it feels when it’s pressed against my lips, between my supple breasts, and of course, deep inside of my velvety pussy. I almost walked right into an oncoming pedestrian as I felt a soft ache between my thighs. “Snap out of it Ashlee”, I reminded myself to focus on what’s important – pleasing you and keeping you riveted. After all, I’m not just an average woman and I’m certainly not like your boring wife.

As I continued walking along, I remembered many of the scenarios and escapades that we’ve discussed and shared over the years since we’ve been doing calls together. We have brought so many sex laden fantasies to fruition. But, I remember you once mentioning that you were a bit curious about indulging in some type of naughty interlude where another woman would be  involved in our sexual exchange.

Thinking about a situation like this made me a tad jealous, as I want to keep you and your cock all for myself. But then I had a revelation…what if I could give you the experience you desire – a hot new girl to play with that will satisfy your cock’s curiosities

and sate the cravings that reside within your mind.

Now, I know you are already wondering, who could possibly fulfill you better than yours truly, but we’ll get to that in a moment.

While approaching a nearby store, I decided to pop in and check out what they had to offer. I liked what I saw and picked up an outfit for this new experience. I purchased a short leopard skirt, sheer leopard print top and a pair of zebra, over the knee boots. Now my plan was almost ready to be put in motion.

I, of course, was a very integral part of this plan. Even as I was getting ready for the evening’s events, it was a bit difficult to keep my silky panties dry from all of the excitement that was pulsing through my ever-moistening pussy. Soon enough, however, I was dressed and ready for your surprise.

Knock, knock – you answer the door and you are literally awestruck by a beautiful creature with blonde locks and sultry crimson lips that is standing on your doorstep!

To Be Continued…