0 comments/ 54282 views/ 20 favorites Fateful Attraction By: tantricjim Jim was returning from his early morning jog, a discipline that he maintained to offset his basically sedentary work life. When he wasn't traveling he was in an office. He was living on the main floor of a two floor eight unit apartment complex and across the hallway from the building manager, a mid forties lady named Susan. Just as Jim turned down the hallway to his unit, he noticed a man standing in Susan's doorway, obviously saying goodbye. The guy leaned in to plant a kiss on Susan just as she caught sight of Jim. She closed the door quickly and the poor guy stood frozen staring at it before noticing Jim. He nodded blankly as he turned to leave. Susan was inside leaning with her back against the door. Her body was still tingling from early morning sex but she would have preferred that Jim had not witnessed Stan leaving at that time of day. It had been the first time in over a year that she had taken a man to her bed and for reasons of her own she preferred that it had remained secret, from Jim at least. Susan was recently divorced and trying to recover her way in life. She had married late and while she had been relatively content in marriage, her husband had left her about three years previous. She liked their apartment and its location and had accepted the offer of the owners to act as building manager in order to continue living there at reduced rent. Her only duty hours were from eight until noon and after that her time was her own. The building was quite new and maintained very well so her duties were limited. She soon realized that her primary responsibility was to be a spy for the owners. Susan was attracted to Jim who was at least twenty years younger than she. He had entertained several women overnight during the past year or so. Susan watched through the curtains each time that one of his women departed in the morning. He always escorted the lucky gal to a cab. She tried to estimate the depth of the attraction from the intensity of the goodbye kiss. Her fantasies about him reached a high point on each occasion. It was because of these fantasies that Stan had got lucky this past night. Stan was a friend of her ex and had been pestering to meet since her divorce. She did not regret the encounter; the sex had been good if unimaginative, much like intimacy with her husband had been. Susan had never really turned herself loose during sex and decided that it was time that she did. She missed sleeping with a man. She had awakened early that morning with the realization there was a warm body with her in bed. She pulled her nightie off and slipped in against his back, squashing her breasts tight to him as she reached around to find his flaccid cock. Her husband had not been a fan of early morning sex but she loved it. Bodies rested, the worries of daily life not yet upon one, she found it to be the most pleasurable time to take a man. Stan's cock stiffened quickly as she massaged and circled one finger around his knob. He rolled to his back as she continued to caress his upright shaft. She came up on her side to lean over and kiss him as her lush tits rubbed his chest. She had wanted to ride him but offered no resistance when he rolled on top of her and worked his body between her legs. She believed that a man's cock was much harder in the early morning and this proved the case as she guided it to her trembling pussy. He managed a nice slow relentless buildup. She arched her back upwards thrusting herself at him until she felt him jerk his hips in short wild jabs before they both collapsed. "You better go now," she ordered with no real affection. She felt like a bitch for using him without tenderness. Jim stripped and showered. He had noticed Susan's interest in him of course. He was always looking for signs that a woman might be thinking intimate thoughts about him. That was his turn-on, the woman or her appearance were second to this primary need he had to be desired. Their exchanges had always been pleasant, and she did have an attractive body. She was voluptuous, maybe a little on the heavy side, but her large breasts compensated nicely. Jim had enjoyed several experiences with mature ladies. A married woman had seduced him at age eighteen, then a much older landlady in college, followed by the mother of a girl friend on one crazy occasion. He believed that those encounters with experienced woman had made him a better lover. Susan had become "a person of interest" now that he was aware that she was sexually active. Susan was enjoying a warm bubble bath. How would Jim react to seeing a lover leave her that morning? Would he even care? It might arouse him, make him desire her, much as seeing him with other women aroused her. Whatever, nothing lost in trying. She toweled off and viewed her body in a full-length mirror. She felt good about herself, large white breasts, fairly flat belly with wide hips and a firm round ass and shapely legs. She would not feel uneasy about a young stud viewing her body as he prepared to mount her. The seed was now planted in both of their minds and encounters in the hallway became much more frequent. They lingered to chat instead of just a smile and 'hello'. Susan dressed more provocatively, and he reacted by allowing his eyes to roam deliberately up and down her body. She thought, 'Oh God, he wants me, I know he does'. And he thought, 'Great tits, love to get them out in the open, put my cock between them'. Surprisingly, it was Jim the horny young man that was reluctant to make the first move. It had nothing to do with her age, god he desired her, but the ramifications of screwing the lady across the hall did bother him. Where could it go? All his other women were, like him, only interested in casual sex. A permanent involvement was not in his plans, but how could one escape it in this situation. For her part, Susan was wondering why he had not made an attempt of any sort other than appreciative looks and occasional suggestive comments. Did he think her too old for him? And then one Friday evening, he arrived in a cab with a lady that appeared to be older than she was. Jim carried her luggage into his apartment. Susan stood at her door watching through her peephole as they entered his apartment but there were no outward signs of an erotic entanglement. A little while later there was a knock on the door and Jim stood there with the lady in question. "Hi Susan, I wanted to introduce you to Mrs. Taylor, a good friend of mine and my family. Her husband is in the hospital and she will be staying with me for a few days. I have known her since I was very young. I just wanted to let you know that she would be around even if I am not." The women shook hands with pleasant smiles, "Andrea please, he has always called me missus and can't break the habit, much as I would prefer it now that he is a man." They laughed and Jim said, "Andrea it is, I'll try to remain informal." Susan's first impression of Andrea was that she was most likely very conservative. She was quite tall and willowy and obviously looked after her body. One had the feeling that Andrea would always be dressed exactly right and would always say 'the right thing'. Susan was envious that she would be spending nights in an apartment with the object of her own desire. The days passed quickly with Andrea visiting her husband during the day and returning to the apartment in the evening. Jim took her out for dinner each night at a nearby diner. Meetings in the hallway continued between he and Susan as normal, and the flirtations between them increased. Susan was content that Jim did not appear to be bedding Andrea and that he was still 'available' to her. Al, Andrea's husband, was ready to return home with Andrea, and so Jim accompanied her to the hospital on the day previous to his release. As he and Andrea prepared to leave Al smiled at Jim and said, "Be careful alone with my wife Jim, she has had her eye on you since you were about 18." Andreas face flushed red and she punched Al on the arm, "What's wrong with you, don't embarrass Jim like that!" They all laughed and in trying to be gallant Jim responded, "Well she has always been an unattainable princess to me." This did not help Andrea's flushed face at all, but she masked it with an "Ah go way, you never even looked at me." That seemed to be the end of the discomfort as Jim said goodbye to Al. Jim suggested that they dress for dinner that evening and reserved a table at his favorite restaurant. Andrea looked stunning in a form fitting dress that along with high heels set off her willowy body. Jim wore soft pressed slacks, open collared shirt and a sports jacket. Susan watched in envy as they strolled off arm in arm at dusk. Jim knew the owners of the fine dining restaurant quite well. He brought many of his weekend dates here to set the stage for a night in bed. They were ushered to a secluded table looking out over the river. The owner and maître-de smiled approvingly at Jim as he placed the napkin on Andrea's lap after she settled in beside Jim on a love seat. By the time they ordered dinner, the wine bottle was well over half empty. Andrea placed her hand on his arm and offered, "Sorry that Al made that comment about me having my eye on you." "Don't be sorry, God I was flattered even if it wasn't true," was Jim's response. But his heart was pounding at the memories of worshipping her as a young stud. She had been an object of desire in his horniest years but taboo to all but his fantasies. They and their families had been together for many weekends at their adjoining cottages during summer months. Andrea ran her tongue around her dry lips and stumbled out with, "Well, it was and is true." She suddenly looked stricken as she realized what she had uttered. Jim caught his breath and said simply, "I thought that you were the hottest woman on earth. I fantasized about you for years." There was a pause and he continued, "and it is still true." They moved closer together on the love seat, hips and thighs rubbing. He moved his hand under the table to her knee, massaging gently as their eyes bored into the others. She spread a bit although her dress was too tight to allow his hand to slide up her leg, but it was enough to send mental images to him of her pussy opening. He had a massive erection and was dying for her to feel it. Their chat became more intimate. She related seeing him naked while he was changing on one occasion; and that he had been hard. He told her that he was always hard when she was near. He recounted a fantasy that he relived each time he had stayed over at their house or cottage. He was lying in bed as she slipped into bed naked beside him. She admitted that as he grew older she often considered doing just that. He told her how seeing her in bathing suit or shorts had always aroused him because of the space between her legs. She laughed and said, "God, I have always been embarrassed by that space, I never dreamed that it might turn someone on!" "Well it did. It made me think of what was between your legs. And I am thinking about that right now." His eyes bored into hers as if the words were not enough to make his point. Her eyes never wavered, providing the answer to his unspoken question. "We better eat quickly," she smiled, "something might happen right here on the love seat." She reached under the table, slid her hand up his thigh and rubbed the back of her hand along the length of his stiff shaft. "I want you terribly," as she leaned in to kiss him, tongues and lips grazed and teased softly in a silent statement of their deepest thoughts. It was dark as they returned home, she clutched to his arm, their hips trying to maintain contact as they walked. Susan heard them arrive and rushed to the peephole in time to see the door close. They did not get far into the apartment before Jim turned just inside the door and moved Andrea up against the wall. She grabbed his head for a kiss while he roughly pulled her dress up to her waist and felt her ass and the back of her legs. Still kissing, she busied herself getting his belt undone before pushing his pants down to his ankles. She slipped her hand into his shorts and fingered his hard cock, fulfilling the fantasy embedded in her mind for many years. He slid his hand down into her panties, walking his fingers down her shaved mound and between her legs. One finger each side of her slit, he rubbed and caressed the area barely touching the lips. He clamped the heel of his hand down on her mound, and inserted two fingers into her, hooking them back to tease her G-spot. She clamped her hand firmly around his shaft and they kissed wildly while in each other's death grip. He pulled his shorts down and stepped out of them and then hooked his fingers in the sides of her panties, kneeling in front of her as he eased them down her trim legs and over her heels. He kissed her thighs and shaved mound as he arose. He made as if to move to the bedroom but she grabbed him tight and whispered, "Right here, right now." Her skirt was still bundled around her waist and he wore only his shirt as he moved in closer, pushing his knees between hers. She tucked his cock between her legs and began to slide her pussy lips back and forth along the top of his shaft. He bent to get an angle at her and then lifted one of her legs up to his hip and entered her. He wanted to bury his burning cock all the way, but she was too tight. He hesitated, but she demanded, "Go for it, I love the feel of it, it is so hard, I want it in me." Her words released the demon in him and he began to jab at her, penetrating a little deeper each time until fully buried in her, her leg pulled up to his armpit. The fury of it could not last long and they were soon writhing and twisting in the delicious agony of orgasm. After a few minutes they separated. "I am so sorry Andrea, I wanted it to be different than that. I wanted to make love to every part of you instead of rutting like a stallion." She smiled, "Oh contraire, it was exactly what I sought. We have the night to make amends. Let's start with a hot shower!" Events moved slowly in the shower, the warm water cascading over the two of them as they soaped, rubbed and kissed. He murmured, "No regrets? Do you feel okay about this?" "Oh yes, I have Al's blessing. He is no longer capable of sex, and has encouraged me to find discreet lovers. I get so horny but you are the first one I have taken. I don't want to stray at home with all of our friends around us. This was perfect and with someone that I have yearned for. I almost made a move on you when you were back home last year. Do you remember my goodbye kiss?" Jim grinned, "Yes I do, the touch of tongue surprised me but I thought that it was just that you had too much to drink." They laughed and toweled each other off, before Jim picked her up and sat her on the sink top and moved between her legs. Their eyes were hazy with desire once more. He moved one hand between her legs and bent forward to suck on her small hard nipples. "You have a lovely pussy Mrs. Taylor," he breathed in her ear. "Oh goodness," she murmured, "is it all you had hoped for? Feels a little sore after what she went through against the wall." A little giggle followed. "Ah so sorry Mrs. Taylor, do you want me to kiss it?" He bent down and kissed and licked it. "Be careful, I'll come, oh God," she whined, her knees closing on his head as she pulled him tight against her pussy. He stood again and rubbed the swollen knob of his cock around her wet lips. "My God," she moaned, "Don't you ever fuck in bed?" "Yes I do, I save my best work for bed." They both looked down as his cock slowly disappeared into her shaved pussy. She leaned back on her hands; her lips pursed in pleasure as he stood fully erect stroking slowly and deliberately. Bed would have to wait. He pulled her ass closer to the edge of the sink top and ground slowly and deliciously away at her. The next morning Susan watched through the window as the two of them embraced and kissed goodbye. Jim held her hand until he finally closed the door on the cab. It was definitely not a 'just good friends' type of parting. In the days and weeks that followed, Susan became more determined, bold and provocative. She was convinced now that age was not the factor in his reticence to meet her, and that he was more likely concerned about involvement. She teased, "Did your visitor enjoy the long weekend? Did you show her the sights? How long have you known her?" Left unsaid of course was 'how was she in bed'. Jim could read every nuance in her words and voice. He smiled easily in response, knowing full well the question that she wanted answered. "We had a very nice time. She and her husband are like my second parents. It felt good to return the favor. It felt really good," he empathized. "She seemed grateful, I watched you say goodbye on the street that day." Susan felt a little catty for saying it, but the words had just popped out. In return Jim smiled easily, "Haven't seen your friend lately. The one I saw a few months ago saying goodbye in the hallway." He arched an eyebrow wondering how she would respond. She took it well, "He was also an old friend and we were just touching base." She smiled inwardly that she might be touching base with Stan again if something did not develop soon with Jim. He deliberately looked down at her tits jutting out at him, like sweets being offered on a dessert plate. She had a soft knowing smile on her face as he looked back up at her and she knew that she almost had him in her grips. A few days later, her door was partly open as he returned from his jog. She was standing just inside the doorway, dressed only in a low cut nightie. Her beautiful marsh mellow tits were almost totally exposed, swinging around underneath the thin cloth. "Come on in for a coffee," she smiled sweetly. He thought 'Oh fuck, what to do', but there really was no option except to accept. "I'm all sweaty, I should shower first." "Oh nonsense, you look great, you can shower after." Susan knew that the hook was set and she was not going play him and let him escape. She stood aside allowing him just enough room to have to brush against her tits as he entered. She gestured to the kitchen where the table was set for two. He smiled and said, "You must have felt pretty sure of yourself. Is the coffee ready as well?" "Sit down and I'll pour." Her body moved sensuously, the dark aureoles of her nipples sliding around and quite visible through the loose nightie. The thin cloth clung to her ass cheeks and into the crease between them. She moved in beside him and placed one hand on his neck while a big boob caressed his shoulder as she reached to pour his coffee. 'My God' he thought, 'why do horny women smell so good'. The spout of the pot lingered over his coffee cup, providing him every opportunity to make a move. Her hand trembled as he put his hand on the back of her legs and moved it slowly upwards under the hem of the nightie and fondled her bare ass. She moved her legs apart. He was still cool and collected despite having his finger tips in her pussy, "Do you really want this Susan? I can't play much longer; it's going to get serious soon. A woman without panties will not last long untouched." She moved around in front of him as he turned his chair around. "You know that I want this. My panties are beside the door, I took them off just before you came in." She pulled the nightie up over her head and off, her creamy tits tumbled out to display large brown aureoles centered by hard nut-brown nipples. She moved closer to him, bracing herself with her hands on his shoulders, her legs spread each side of his knees. She bent down and they kissed, a slow lingering exploration of the other's mouths. The heel of his hand crushed her mound and his fingers slipped in along her slit. Her bush was full but she had trimmed in between her legs so that he could feel the already swollen and protruding pussy lips. This lady had talked herself into full readiness. He moved his face between the creamy tits, kissing and licking them. She lifted one tit up as his tongue traced along the crease with her chest. Fateful Attraction She looked down as he struggled to pull his sweat pants off while still in sitting position and witnessed his big stiff cock spring out, the knob of it purple with blood and oozing a little pre-cum. She had to touch it, sliding one hand down between them to feel it, moving closer, waiting for him to pull his fingers out of her pussy so that she could settle down on him. She ached to feel his shaft of steel part her lips. It was as if this was all scripted, as if each one knew what the other wanted. As she settled down on him, he reached around behind her to grab and spread her ass cheeks. He loved the silky feel of a woman's ass, and he caressed the skin as he pulled her apart. And then the first kiss of her pussy on his knob, as if it was licking it, wetting it, before spreading around to settle down and devour it. Every thing else was now blocked out with full focus on each other's bodies and the pure pleasure of a hard cock filling a hungry pussy. There is nothing that can equal this experience in life. Susan clutched her breasts tight to him, her arms wrapped around his neck as she felt the bruising cock part the folds of her tunnel. He was jabbing upwards with short strokes as she settled down. God it was hard. Her ass was now on his rock hard thighs and she began to lean back, turning and twisting around his pulsing pole. "Let me have your tits Susan," Jim groaned as they writhed together in pleasure. She paused to lift one up with her hand and almost passed out when he quickly sucked the big nipple between his lips and squeezed hard. Their eyes met as he allowed the nipple to slip out to his lips, baring his teeth around it, scraping it with teasing eyes. She pulled it out and offered the other one to be pinched between his teeth. Her pussy began to convulse and she clutched to him once more and began to lift and lower her ass around his cock. She could not stop herself and his whisper of "Go for it baby, let it go, fuck my cock," aroused her now out of control body. He held her tight to keep her on his lap as she corkscrewed up and down on him. She was crying, "Oh god, couldn't stop, so sorry Jim," her body heaving and trembling while still impaled on his cock. She was still grinding on him, her ass moving back and forth, treating his rigid cock like a stick shift in a sports car. "Loved it Sue, no worries, get up," he ordered. She stood trembling in front of him, disheveled and wild eyed, her swollen nipples dangling off the end of her creamy white tits, one hand clutching her pussy still twitching from her orgasm. He turned her away from him, pushed her until she was braced on the kitchen table, worked his cock in between her legs from behind and when the knob located her hole, rammed it fully into her. "It's mine now Susan, your pussy is mine, I'm going to fuck it until I come." He stood erect behind her, his hands holding her hips as his cock, so hard it was bent upwards like a banana, swooped in and out of her wide spread legs. He suddenly realized that he could see out of the window. But it was quite early and the street outside was quiet. He leaned over Susan's back grasping at her tits as he whacked away, the only sounds being the suction sound of her wet pussy and the slap of his thighs on her ass cheeks. She began to utter little 'oh, oh' sounds and pushed her butt back at him for more. He stood up again, grabbed a fistful of her hair and released himself in her, jamming her against the table as he erupted. He pulled her up until her back and ass were cupped into his body, kissed her neck while tugging and squeezing a nipple, both enjoying the last few delicious strokes as her pussy squeezed and sucked the last vestige of cum. He pulled her away from the table and smiled, "I hope that nobody was watching from the sidewalk. They might have wondered what sort of establishment you are running." She pressed her full naked body against him, her hands holding his ass and said, "I could care less, that was perfect, exactly what I wanted. Nobody has ever taken me like that; it was a dream come true. You are amazing." He replied, "I may be amazing, but I have to go to work! Not fair, you ambushing me like that. Are you going to shower with me? Maybe you better not, I will be late for sure if you join me." "You couldn't keep me out. Do you have any more tricks?" She was happy and contented, it had all been as she had dreamed and she was ready for more lessons. He was on his way to work, the full realization of what he had allowed to happen finally sinking in. Delicious as the morning had been, where could this go? Susan suspected that he would be going through these emotions and wondering how he would extricate himself. Women are so much wiser than men where sex is concerned. To a man, the primary thought in his mind was simply that he was getting laid. To a woman, what was happening was part of the big scheme in life, interwoven with a million other emotions, both from the past and projecting into the future. She waited a while and then called him at his office. As she expected, he sounded down, and started to say "Ah Susan, about this morning," but she cut him off. "This morning was wonderful, I hope that we can repeat it again soon. But it changes nothing between us really. We go on living our lives, you see whom you want to, and I will be dating again. You opened my eyes to the pleasure of life. The last thing I want is for you to feel that you owe me something. You don't, except maybe for more of what we had this morning." This last was with a little laugh for his benefit. Jim was immediately relieved and said so. He wanted to believe her words but knew full well it would be difficult living up to them. She continued, "Let me cook you a meal for tonight. I haven't cooked for someone for several years. We can talk more then." He accepted and said, "What's on the menu?" "Did you enjoy breakfast?"