I had been stood up.
Swirling my glass of wine around absently, I decided to call it a night.
I had been sitting in the restaurant for over an hour.
While I wasn’t overly disappointed, I was annoyed. I had said yes because it had been so long and I knew that I was deliberately avoiding social occasions. At thirty, I wasn’t getting any younger and I had lost patience with a lot of things…things like dating. So I said yes and here I was.
It would have been nice if he had at least bothered to make up a bad excuse. Couldn’t anyone be polite anymore?
I sighed and signaled the waiter who had been watching me with pity for the last thirty minutes to bring me my check.
What a great way to cap off what had been a terrible week. I had been having issues with vendors and strange invoices all week, having to deny multiple shipments. It was unusual and something felt off to me.
I opened my clutch to pull out my credit card when I heard a throat clear above me.
I looked up to find a man standing by the table.
I hadn’t heard him walk up.
This was a decent restaurant, with nice, thick carpet, but I should have heard something, right?
He stood at a polite distance: a tall, very good looking man in a well cut suit.
Maybe in his late thirties or early forties, he had thick, dark hair, that was just a touch too long and curled ever so slightly against his forehead, golden skin, dark eyes and a long, sharp nose that had been broken a few too many times. Maybe something of a Mediterranean or Turkish blend in his background?
While very good looking, he wouldn’t particularly stand out in a crowd. He was one of those people that would only be memorable if you took a minute or two to really look him. Even looking right at him, he somehow faded into the background.
“Excuse me, but I noticed that you seemed to be waiting for someone.” His voice was low and cultured. I could imagine being able to listen to his voice for hours.
It wasn’t a question, more of a statement. I’m sure it was quite obvious what had happened. I sighed again and thought about how the hits just kept coming.
“Unfortunately it seems that my…friend wasn’t able to make it.”
He lifted a brow.
“Please forgive the intrusion, but I was sitting over there,” he gestured behind me, “and couldn’t help but notice you. I thought it was a shame that such a beautiful woman had been left all on her own on such a pleasant evening. Would you mind terribly if I joined you? It just seems like such a terrible waste otherwise.”
I sat back and looked at him again. He was good looking, polite…and let’s face it, had some actual balls to come over to a woman who had just been stood up by a date to offer to join her. It was…refreshing. And yes, also somewhat flattering. My ego had been taking a beating lately and this was…nice.
I waved my hand at the chair across the table.
“You’re right, it would be a shame to ruin a pleasant evening, Mr. …?”
“Please forgive my manners, my name is Anton Demir. Please, call me Anton.”
He reached out a hand and I grasped it with my own.
His hand was large and dark around my own slim, pale one. Callused and rough, it was not the hand of a man that sat at a desk all day. And unlike some men, who tried to overpower you with a hand shake, his was firm, but polite. He didn’t try to hold my hand too long or make any rude overtures, which again, some men just couldn’t resist. It was nice and made my own hand tingle slightly.
And as he moved gently past me to take the chair across the table, I caught a mere wisp of his scent. He smelled…good. No other way of putting it. It wasn’t aftershave, it didn’t smell like soap…just like man, but in the best possible way.
I was more than slightly taken aback and it took me a second to let my mind catch up to my mouth.
“Forgive me, I suppose you’ve taken me slightly by surprise. I certainly didn’t expect my evening to take such a nice turn. I’m Grace…Grace Cochran, but please, just call me Grace.”
I’m pretty enough, but nothing stunning. I had quiet beauty, the sort of thing my mother liked to say was classy. It was rare that attractive men took such initiative to approach me.
The conversation was easy and smooth. He made me laugh and convinced me to order dinner with him.
He was in town for business, hence his own lack of a date.
Before I knew it, several hours had passed and he had made me laugh more than I had in a long time. I was relaxed and enjoying his company. He was intelligent and made me feel like I was the only thing in the room that had his attention. He didn’t check his phone, look at other women or get distracted by the things happening around us.
I told him about my job as the Head of Acquisitions for the local art museum and made him laugh in turn with stories of the people I dealt with regularly and my adventures in the art world. In the past I had traveled extensively for both school and work. He had traveled as well and regaled me with stories of his own adventures.
It was the nicest evening I had had in, well, a very long time. It didn’t hurt that he was attractive and attentive.
Before I knew it, Anton was paying the check, refusing to allow me to pay for anything. And then we were standing up and he was slipping my wrap around my shoulders.
It seemed like the most natural thing in the world to take the arm he offered me and walk with him out of the restaurant into the cool Spring evening. His arm was firm and much more muscled than the suit let on. He tucked my hand under his elbow with his other hand and walked with me tucked protectively against him. His touch was firm and possessive, but not in a way that had bothered me with other men.
Instead of going to my car and driving off, we walked down to the boardwalk and continued our conversation. We walked a fair distance and full dark had fallen when we stopped at the railing and looked out over the waves.
He pulled me gently towards him, against his body and I could feel his heat through my thin dress. He tilted my head up and gently traced my jaw with one hand.
“Grace, forgive my candor, but I’m only in town tonight and I would like very much to take you to bed. I wouldn’t normally do this, I would like the opportunity to take time to get to know you, but…I couldn’t bear to walk away right now.”
Even the feel of just his hand on my jaw was enough to send sheets of heat down my body. I didn’t want the evening to end either and while I certainly had not planned to go to bed with this man tonight, I couldn’t say that I didn’t want that…pretty badly.
And just like his approach at the restaurant, I liked his straight forward manner. I liked feeling like I was worth the approach. I liked that he had noticed me and that this attractive, intelligent man wanted more of me.
For all I knew he had women in every town, heck, maybe even had a few right here, but one night wouldn’t hurt me, right?
I settled my body more closely to his and looked up into his dark brown eyes and smiled up at him.
“I would like that very much.”
I watched his mouth, a sensual firm line in his rectangular face, tilt up in a fierce smile of his own. I was captivated. He had been almost quiet and polite all evening. The hint of predatory interest shone through for a second, letting me know that he had definitely had more of a passing interest in pursuing me than he was letting me see. It sent shivers down my back and I felt my pussy get wet with just the look.
I don’t think any men had ever made me feel so wanted before.
He leaned down towards me and I thought that he was going to kiss me, but at the last moment he slipped his arm around my waist and took my hand, dancing me back across the board walk in a smooth waltz.
It surprised me and the effervescent joy it caused took me aback. He had been a complete surprise from the very beginning and just kept getting even better, which I didn’t think was possible at this point. He kept our bodies fully aligned and danced us a little way down the boardwalk. It was charming and sexy at the same time.
We walked back the way we came.
He hadn’t driven to the restaurant we had been at; he had walked from one of the hotels off the boardwalk. My car was parked in a public lot, so I decided to leave it there and let him lead me gently, but firmly, to his hotel.
The anticipation was killing me by the time we reached the front door. His arm was around my waist and I felt cradled against him.
We were quiet on the elevator ride and on our walk down the hallway.
It was a nice hotel and his room was on one of the upper floors that required a special key card. He opened the door and ushered me inside. Slipping my wrap off my shoulders, he laid it gently across the couch that was in the front room. He took off his suit jacket and slung it much more casually across a chair. He loosened his tie and pulled it off as well, revealing his throat and a hint of chest hair that made my fingers itch to explore.
He came back to me and slipped me back into his arms. Swaying us gently, he wrapped his arms fully around me.
There was nothing hesitant or awkward about him. It was so unusual to feel so easy in this sort of situation.
All I could think about was getting to touch and see more of him.
He dipped me lightly and brought me back up, slipping his hands up to my hair. I had put my long heavy hair up with multiple pins into a twist for the evening and gently, without tugging or pulling, he took it down, letting his fingers run through it. He slipped his fingers around my skull and kneaded gently. He must have hit a pressure point, because I felt my whole body relax completely against him.
Controlling my head while he kneaded, he tilted my head back and I felt his lips touch my jawline. They were firm and warm and he seemed to be enjoying tasting me and then, just for a moment, there was a hint of teeth as he gently bit the side of my chin.
My nipples were firmly peaked through my dress and with that hint of teeth everything lower down in my body clenched up. I made a slight gasping noise and clutched his shirt.
Instead of moving to my mouth, he tormented me by giving me slow, deep kisses down my neck and up to my ear. He sucked my earlobe into his mouth and lavished attention on it, which forced my knees to go weak.
In an unexpected move, he moved his hands from around my head and swept me up into his arms, now kissing my collar bone.
He walked us into what I assumed was the bedroom of the suite. It was. And though he hadn’t turned the lights on, I saw the large bed that sat in the center. I also got the sense that Anton was a neat man. There weren’t clothes thrown everywhere or items left randomly on the dresser top. I saw a duffle on the stand in a corner, but that was it and then I was too distracted by Anton to look more closely.
This time when he set me gently on my feet, he wrapped his arms fully around me and brought his lips to mine and finally, finally after teasing me, slid his lips over mine and took possession of my mouth.
His tongue touched the tip of mine and this time it was me that slid my hands up his back and into his thick, slightly curly hair that I had been thinking about touching all evening.
He growled against my lips and I think I might have purred back. This kiss was like no other kiss that I had ever had. He was definitely the one in control, but I liked that. I liked how he sucked at my bottom lip and made no bones about the fact that he was exploring the inside of my mouth. Kissing can be such a strange experience, but this one was just heat and enjoyment and well…sex. His tongue mimicked what he was going to do to other places on my body and I was OK with that. My muscles were loose and my pussy throbbing with heat and wetness. He could have taken me right then and I probably would have come.
But he was not that kind.
His hands, which were cupping my bottom at this point, moved up my back and traced the zipper on my dress.
I stepped back slightly and gently shoved him back towards the bed. He sat on the end, with his legs spread wide, his hands starting to slowly undo the buttons on his shirt, which had been pulled out from his pants in the time we had made it from the front room to here.
I liked that while I could feel the urgency of desire, neither of us was in a rush to hurry things along. There was so much desire between the two of us and it felt like we had days and days to come to the inevitable conclusion.
I was glad that I had decided to dress up tonight, though it hadn’t been for the date that never showed. I had needed to feel pretty tonight and had gone out of my way to make myself feel good. It had been a while and I didn’t usually take the time or make the effort. Tonight, I was so glad that I had.
I was in a little black dress that probably showed a bit more of my legs than it ought to. It was early Spring, still cool out, so I had worn silk stockings with one of my nicest garter belts. My underwear was more than slightly indecent. They tied at the sides and I could slip them off without ever taking the belt off. I hadn’t worn any bra at all. My heels were high and thin. I looked good and it was confirmed when I turned to face the dresser, giving my back to Anton and my own hands went to the zipper at the back of the dress. There was a mirror on the dresser and I could watch his reaction in the dim light as I slowly pulled the zipper down and he could clearly see that there wasn’t a bra at all.
I pulled my arms out of the dress, but held it up and turned my head back to him, proud of myself for this level of flirting.
There was nothing polite left on his face now, only a fierce heat that showed in the intensity of his eyes and the way he held his mouth. He was focused entirely on me and I could see the bulge in his pants. His shirt was open, revealing a deliciously well-defined chest and stomach that was lightly dusted with dark, curly hair. He leaned back with his arms braced behind him, but his feet were firmly pressed to the floor, his thighs tensed, and I got the sense that he was holding himself back from springing up and grabbing me.
I didn’t know, but the smile I gave him as he drank me in was sinful.
I decided to quit teasing him and let the dress fall around my feet.
I stepped out of the dress and lightly kicked it aside. I stretched my arms up, giving him a full view of my back and a teasing glimpse of my breasts in the mirror. I was about to turn back towards him, when he moved. He went to his knees behind me and cupped my bottom in his hands again, which were revealed in the tiny thong I wore.
I could feel him tracing the edges of my underwear and the long garters on the belt, stopping at the top of my stockings. And then he was kissing my bottom, squeezing the generous globes in his big hands.
I spread my legs wider and bent over to hold onto the dresser. I watched him in the mirror and got lost in his exploration of my body.
His hands came up to my hips and he pulled me gently around, wrapping his arms around me and resting his chin on my belly. He looked up at me, taking in my full breasts for the first time and my flushed face.
Nuzzling at my front, he pressed my hips back against the dresser and leaned back to drink in the full sight of me. My hair was down and tousled, my lips were swollen, my nipples were fully erect, my breathing heavy…
He gave me a predatory look and his hands went to the ties on my underwear. He undid one and then the other, almost like he was unwrapping a present. Slowly, almost torturously, he pulled the scrap of silk away from between my legs, leaving me in nothing but the garter belt and the stockings and heels.
I was fully exposed to him now. My bare mound glistening with my own dampness.
I watched his face the entire time and his nostrils flared slightly as he took me fully in.
He dipped a shoulder and pushed one of my thighs over his back, fully opening me up to him, I slid my hands back into his hair and waited with my breath held.
Pushing my hips more firmly against the dresser, he dipped his lips down…slowly, so slowly…until his mouth was just right there against me, a bare hint of lips and stubble. Even that bare hint of a touch was enough to make my head go back and a small groan to come out of me.
His tongue pushed its way past my lower lips and just barely thrust against me, but stopping. His mouth was buried against me and he rolled his eyes back up to mine and watched me as he finally, finally gave me a broad lap.
Fire steaked up through my stomach, tightening my nipples even further. I think I grunted, I know my hands fisted in his curls and as he starting licking me, I couldn’t help the way my hips ground down on this mouth, pressing his long, sharp nose hard up against my clit.
It didn’t take long, this first time. It had been too long for me and his tongue was just too good. The cool linen of his shirt, which he still had on, rubbed under my thigh and his large, hard hands kept me spread for his assault.
We stared into each other’s eyes as he ate at me. Animalistic noises that I wasn’t even aware of making spilling out of me between my begging “Antons!” and when it finally hit me, it arched my back and snapped me back against the mirror. He continued to lap at me the whole time, making me come again and making the spasms through my body drag out.
I was crying by this point, it was so good and he hadn’t done all that much to me yet. He was still mostly dressed and I was coming apart in his arms.
When my body finally sagged, he gave me one last gentle lap that tensed me up again and he stood up.
This time, gently dropping my leg down his side and turning me back around, he swept my hair to the side and his hands went to the hooks on the garter belt. He gently undid everything and one by one, rolled the stockings down my legs, picking each foot up to divest me of both shoe and stocking.
He ran his hands up my legs and kissed me from my knees, up my back, burying his mouth once again in my neck.
I was boneless and couldn’t have moved if the fire alarm went off.
He turned me around again, making sure I was steadily held up by the dresser and it was his turn to strip for me.
Somewhere in all of this. His shoes and socks had already come off. His feet were as golden as the rest of him.
He slipped the shirt off his back, finally fully revealing his upper physique for my inspection. The man was built, wide shoulders, defined pectoral muscles, a six pack…biceps that were as big around as my thighs…
The suit had somehow made him seem smaller, less intimidating. It hid the dangerous edge that I was seeing now.
He had a tattoo on the inside of his left arm. I didn’t get a good look, but it seemed like a shield of some sort with some insignia and words.
I was distracted from the tattoo when his hands dropped to his belt. I unconsciously licked my lips and his eyes caught mine, both of us stilling as he visibly locked himself into place as he watched my mouth. My bonelessness was starting to fade and that warm restless feeling was starting to stir in my belly again. I dropped one hand to pinch one of my nipples and the other one down between my legs, letting him see how wet I was and how much I wanted more of him.
He unhooked his belt and pulled it away from the pants, making short work of the button on his trousers. He didn’t stretch it out like I had. I think we were both too far gone for that. He just pushed his pants and his boxer briefs down in one smooth move, revealing the thick, hard arousal between his legs.
He was big…and so delicious looking that I couldn’t help but spread my legs further and rub myself harder in anticipation of that thick cock pushing into me.
He stepped out of his pants, and I nearly cried when he moved away from me. Stopping by the bedside table, he opened a drawer and pulled out a tinfoil packet. Still watching me the whole time, he came back towards me, surprising me when he moved past me without touching me.
Instead, he moved to the wing back chair in the far corner. Sitting down he tore the condom packet open with his white teeth.
He gave me a show as he rolled the condom over his hard length and gestured me towards him.
I moved silently across the carpet, with a low rolling gait that I wasn’t even aware of. All I wanted was him. He was as much my prey at this point, as I was his.
I straddled his hips and rubbed myself against him. He had soft, curly pubic hair that teased me at the base of my stomach. I settled against the hard length that stood against his stomach, letting my lower lips just lightly rub against it.
His eyes were hard, his jaw clenched, his hands going to my hips, not trying to control my movements, just biting into my flesh and holding on. He was waiting for me to use him anyway I wanted and that was almost better than taking control like I know he could have.
I tilted his head back and allowed myself the pleasure of kissing him, taking control of his lips that were still salty sweet from licking me. It was my turn to eat his mouth and nibble his lips as I slowly, teasingly rocked my pussy against him.
My fingers tugged at his tight, dark nipples and raked down his chest.
I was going to make myself come again, just from rubbing his length against me and I decided I wanted that, I wanted to draw his torment out just a little bit longer.
So I rode myself to completion without ever taking him inside of me, simply enjoying the feeling of his crisp leg hair against the back of my thighs, his hard hands on my hips and his firm, sensual mouth under mine.
I sat back and this time his teeth were clenched and his eyes wide and feral as I lazily rolled the end of my orgasm off on him.
I knew that the time for games was over with and my own playful feelings disappeared.
I sat up slightly and rocked the tip of him to where I wanted it to be. With the condom on, he easily slid into place and I slowly, so slowly, let my body sink down on him until he was fully seated deep inside of me.
We were both panting and while I took a second to adjust to his width and length, I was too primed from coming so many times already, that I instinctively started to move on him. I braced my hands on the arms of the chair, arching my breasts towards his mouth, rocking that hard length right into where I needed it.
Now his hands guided my movements up and down as we rocked together. He sucked the end of one of my breasts deep into his mouth and hungrily sucked on it, making my hips grind against him even harder. My hands slid up into his hair and there was no more pretense of teasing or going slow. We fucked each other hard in that chair.
I was coming…coming so hard that I couldn’t focus on anything other than his body driving up into mine. My eyes were closed and head was tilted towards the ceiling as I rode the cataclysm of feeling going off through my body.
And suddenly I was being lifted and still fucking me, he carried me from the chair to the bed. He pressed us down and up the middle of the bed and he was over me, his hips powering his body as deeply into me as he could. His mouth slammed down against mine and I think we both exploded together.
He grunted and I felt him swell even larger inside of me. My own muscles were rippling and pulling him deeply inside of me. His mouth was still eating mine and it was…bliss.
His chest on mine, his body deep between my legs, my legs wrapped around his trim waist. We laid there in the aftermath and breathed each other in, his mouth resting against my jaw, his hands buried in my hair. His weight was heavy, but comforting.
The duvet was cool against my back and it was just so lovely to lay there and stroke his back and breathe.
He rolled us to the side, sliding out of my body, keeping me tucked against him. He slid kisses down my cheeks and my throat and across the top of my chest.
“Be right back,” was murmured across my lips and he slipped from my arms to go take the condom off in the bathroom.
I saw the light flick on behind a door I hadn’t noticed. I rolled towards it and watched as he came out, really taking him in in the light for the first time. He was…just spectacular. I couldn’t help the stupid grin that popped out. I might have still been pretty high from the sex, but he was just gorgeous, all clean lines and defined muscles under that honey colored skin.
He came back to the bed and somehow deftly maneuvered both of us under the covers. He didn’t subtly hint that I should leave or imply that he had gotten what he wanted, just rolled us both under the blankets and curled around me again.
We lay facing each other while I was curled with one of his arms under me, my knees tangled in his legs, his other hand traced patterns on my face.
“I never expected for this to happen tonight…but I’m so very happy that it did.”
I fell asleep with a smile on lips.
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