Cream and Sugar
Copyright 2011 Harris Channing
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CREAM AND SUGAR
An Erotic Short Story by
Harris Channing
I gazed down at the papers. It was over. My marriage, my life with Mark, done. I sat down on the edge of the sofa and stared at the divorce papers that nullified my marriage. Papers that turned me from a wife back into a single woman. A smile touched my lips and giddiness had me jumping to my feet. Yes, damn it, it was finally over. I was free of his moods. Free of his jealousy and accusations. Free to be who I always wanted to be. But just who was that?
I raked my fingers through my hair and grabbing up my purse, I started for the door. Today was the first day of the rest of my life. Unfortunately, my work schedule made it seem like just another day, in a long string of days.
Still, I would change. I would try new things. Instead of white wine with dinner, I'd try a martini. Instead of a cappuccino, I'd have a latte. Instead of my vibrator, maybe I'd find someone to fuck. After all, it wouldn't be cheating, now would it?
Having been a virgin bride, I was curious to know if I was missing something. Judging by the rapidity with which Mark came, I was certain I missed more than something.
There was a stirring deep down in my abdomen that I thought died when I hit thirty. I fought the urge to stroke my pussy and instead determined I would definitely try something new. It was time. Time for me to take my life by the horns and steer it in a direction that suited me. Not a direction that suited Mark, not a direction that suited my father but one that was solely mine.
Walking to work as I did every day, I looked around. Checked out the man in the business suit. Smiled at the cab driver. Locked gazes with the doorman of the luxury hotel. Then I noticed him in front of the coffee shop. Gorgeous at six-foot-three, he sported blonde curls and a bad boy grin. I stopped and decided that I needed a latte.
Our eyes met and my lips curled into a smile. His blue-eyed stare pierced right through my tweed suit making a beeline for my cunt. With cheeks warmed by his perusal, I offered my own in return. My stare slid down his body, slowing as I reached the large bulge in his pants. He did Mother Nature proud.
Despite the obvious difference in our ages, flashes of him fucking me flitted through my mind. Even if nothing happened between us now, I could conjure him up tonight and fanaticize myself to an orgasm. Maybe two.
"Let me get the door," he said, reaching across my body. His forearm grazed my tits. The nipples immediately hardened by his touch.
"Thanks," I said facing him. He was even more gorgeous up close. I pulled my lower lip between my teeth and wondered what he'd look like without his white t-shirt and blue jeans.
The bell on the door jingled and I walked inside. To my delight, he followed. Standing in the line behind a teenaged girl with a cell phone and a gray-haired businessman, I inhaled. The spicy aroma of fresh perked coffee and my fantasy fucks cologne intoxicated and rejuvenated my senses. I offered him a sideways glance and he leaned down, his warm breath teasing my earlobe. "I've seen you before," he whispered.
"Really?"
"Every morning you walk past my house. Every morning I wonder what it would be like to be deep inside you."
My heart stuttered and my panties filled with moisture. "You're a naughty boy."
"I sure am." He inched closer and the heat of his body saturated mine. What was I thinking? I smiled. I wasn't. For the first time in my life, I wasn't analyzing everything.
He enveloped my fingers in his hand. "I have a coffee pot, a king-sized bed, and a hard-on. What do you say?"
"You got sugar?"
A deep chuckle erupted from his throat. "I got lots of cream and sugar."
I held tight to his hand. "Lead the way."
His grin lit up his tanned face and the beauty of him took my breath away. Was it wrong to want to hike up my skirt right there in front of everyone and have my way with him?
I could feel his eagerness as he led me out into the cool autumn day. My legs trembled with anticipation. It had been six months since the last time I saw Mark. A year since the last time I had been laid. And that had been lousy.
He pulled me down the sidewalk, weaving through the throng of people making their way to work. Ducking in an alley, he maneuvered my body between his and the red brick side of a building. He pressed his form to mine. I could feel his hard prick against my side and I gushed with longing. He kissed me, his full lips firm as he pushed his tongue into my mouth.
I pushed back, savoring his flavor as I ground my hips into him. He tasted of cinnamon toothpaste and lust. I wrapped my arms around his neck and deepened the kiss. Surrendering myself to him, I wanted nothing more than to feel his cock filling my pussy.
"You are so sweet," he mumbled, the warmth of his breath sending delightful chills over my already aroused flesh.
"How far is your place?" My voice sounded gravelly and foreign as I spoke. There was an urgency in it that hastened my desire and his. He grabbed my wrist and again, we fled through the streets and up the stoop of a brownstone.
"Welcome." He smiled and we pushed our way through the dark paneled door and into the lobby. My pulse raced and I watched him slide the key into the door of his apartment. Tugging me inside, he slammed me against the wall and kissed me. Passion, strong and sweet saturated me as all rational thought fled my lust soaked mind. I was drunk on it and addicted.
With the cool plaster against my back, I closed my eyes, determined to feel every sensation this twenty something god had to offer. His sensual lips traveled down my neck, goose bumps racing across my skin. My nipples ached to be tasted, my cunt throbbed for fulfillment.
He unbuttoned my blouse and pushed at my bra straps. A mischievous smile encompassed his face and he stopped to stare at my naked breasts. "Jeez," he mumbled. "They're beautiful." He cupped them in his trembling hands, paying close attention to each nipple, thumbing them until they peaked. Sucking them until I thought I'd scream.
My body was on fire, I couldn't wait. I entwined my fingers in his hair and lowered my face to level with his. Our connection sizzled. "Take off your clothes," I demanded. "I want to see all of you."
He complied, stripping off the cotton tee exposing toned pecs and washboard abs. I reached out and touched the firm muscles and warm flesh. My desire spiraled out of control and I unbuttoned his jeans, shoving both pants and briefs past the massive cock. Perfect and erect, I slipped my fingertips around the head. "Talk about beautiful," I remarked. "You want to fuck me with that?"
He didn't answer, but once again pressed me to the wall, pushing up my skirt and down my panties. I spread my legs to allow him access. He traced my slit, inserting a finger into my hole.
Pressing deep into me, he moved his hand in a circular motion, driving me crazy with each movement. I ground down hard on his hand. My mind raced, my heart pounded. I needed more, had to have it.
"Fuck me hard," I shouted. I led his prick toward my pussy.
"You want me?"
"Yes," I mumbled, curling my left leg around his waist. "Hurry."
He slammed into me, stretching the walls of my cunt, filling me with his heat.
"Baby," he whispered. "You're tight and sweet."
He pushed in and pulled back, gyrating into me, pounding so hard he lifted my foot off the floor. His youthful exuberance, his lust, the feel of his hand on my ass as he slammed his prick in to me over and over…I stifled a scream. "That's it. Right there. Fuck me good."
Deep groans of his pleasure had me tilting my hips to meet his thrusts. My passion spiraled, my pent up need…my muscles tightened, every cell, every inch of me begging for release.
Moans slipped from my throat and I held on until the muscles of my pussy could take it no more. My orgasm, intense like white-hot lava, bubbled through me, yet he continued his pounding until, with his body, quivering he filled me with his cum.
He held me close, our perspiring bodies still one. "That was sure better than a cup of coffee," he said.
"I agree."I panted. "And I highly recommend the cream and sugar."
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About the author:
An Army brat, Harris Channing traveled around the Southern US and Europe as a child before settling in Tennessee as an adult. Married with two children, she enjoys her family, reading, writing, and gardening.
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