was it a fairtyale after all?... part 1

This be the beginning of a story naughty, a fantasy real, the expectation met but, the end unexpected.

It was a fairytale 'fuck'...or rather it was supposed to be. An interlude with a gorgeous woman for a brief moment in time, where neither party expected anything more than a laugh or two, good company shared and bodily pleasure indulged, without concern for judgement past, the need for explanations or inhibitions.
The ability to walk away without over-analysing the share. The only remainder being the afterglow of what happened.
What he hadn't expected was what she did. A vision of pure sensuality, was the first stunner. How would he describe the living creature that greeted him on arrival. He had spoken to her many times. He should have guessed. The tell had been in her voice. The ease at which she had addressed him, drew him into conversation.

He was the quiet sort. The reserved sort. Most times would slip in and out of the office undetected. His designation allowed him the privilege of not being answerable to anybody.
He was on top of the food chain.
He had no reason to complain about life. Most of it had been smooth sailing. From early days he had known to keep his ducks in a row when it came to finances, relations and relationships. Friends were not short. He wasn't a people pleaser nor a seeker of instant gratification found at raucous parties where both women and men strutted their wears, the desperate falseness of needing to be noticed, tainting the air, making it hard for him to breath.
His preference had always been good people, sincere people, considered by most as being fuddy duddy, too philosophical and too down to earth. His preference for the outdoors and music soft, permeating the recesses of a mind troubled or busy, was his way of finding a calm in a very dynamic fast paced ever evolving world.
But as time had gone by, he found himself dabbling and browsing in things strange and requiring to shift the boundaries of his very defined life. He found that conversations overheard, references made to matters of sexual and sensual pleasure, all of a sudden began to take a grip on him, and the desire was one to peek into the unknown.

Just like a virgin, with much trepidation, he took into his confidence a colleague and questioned him about this need to find out more. His colleague laughed at him, not in a nasty way, but rather with much affection and welcomed him abroad the gravy train of seductive sensual indulgence, personal selfish gratification and a satiation of exotic and erotic thought.
At first, they simply discussed his curiosity and shared many hearty laughs  as his colleague narrated a story or two about how he had discovered the pleasure of having his balls licked and gently nibbled. That first time when he was asked to spread his legs wide and expose himself. How shocked he had felt....even more so, how exposed he had felt. The trick had been the lady that had introduced him to pleasures new. He had been lucky . She had been patient and understanding of his concerns. The problem was that she no longer entertained that sensual space. He was shocked to hear that his colleague, this quiet professor type had been dipping into eroticism for years. How could it be that he had missed it? He had always thought there would be telling signs when one should succumb to bodily pleasures that others may find questionable.

And that conversation, cleared the misconception he had lived with for so many years.
He began to notice women in a different way. He began to appreciate them for the beautiful creatures they were. Many a time he found himself sighing at the realisation of having cheated himself the pleasure of simply looking and appreciating.
Before, he would have called it ogling...now he knew the difference.
The roundness of a woman's breast, her cleavage, the heaving of a bossom, sometimes a nipple pushing against a bra, still visible...hard, deliciously inviting.
The elegance of a woman's neck...imagining to dip his head, his lips resting, yes, only resting on the jugular vein and then biting into it...at first softly and then harder and harder, feeling her beginning to writhe as the pleasure of his bite began to gnaw deep in the soft wetness of her womaness.
He then imagined to slip his hand up her stockinged thigh cupping her swollen wetness pushing against tight skimpy panties....wanting to remove the silken cloth and then opting to rather massage it between her succulent pussy lips...
At that point he would find himself wishing he could control his thoughts for it mainly happened in public and being well endowed with a long cock, its hardness would definitely not go undetected.
Of course the fantasy would then take another turn. Pressing hard on his throbbing shaft....


(to be continued...)

RB.