****** Sophie's Choice by Wildfire ******
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Sophie's Choice

Prelude:

After a long and often stormy relationship, I decided a the age of 26 to stop
dating women for a while. I was not going to become celebrate or investigate
men; but rather to stop looking for women. If the opportunity arouse, I would
not decline (within reason) but neither was I going to actively seek. Those 4
years or so were the best days of my life. Women seem to know that you are not
particularly interested, which seems to make them more determined to bed you I
suppose. Having recently gained access to the Internet and discovered these
sources of erotic literature, I have decided to write up some of my
experiences.

Even as a young boy, I preferred to read accounts of sex in Men's magazines
rather than solely look at the pictures. I shall attempt to write some more.
Please email me your comments.

Chapter One:

I first met Sophie at the end of 1997. It was at my parent's house, where I had
stayed over for Christmas. She was the sort of person you would not forget in a
hurry. Not particularly attractive, nor was she ugly. However, she was very
petite standing at about 5ft 2" tall. She had shoulder length brown hair, pale
blue eyes and a lovely smile. I discovered later that her figure was 34B/C 22
33.

She was some five years older than myself at 37. She had married and divorced
young, and was now a successful business lady, who worked with my father on
several projects.

All I really remembered about that night was that she and her partner were very
pleasant, as we partook in idle chat in the early hours. She also mentioned
that she had a large project in the New Year within London, where I lived.

A couple of weeks into the New Year, I received an email from her, asking how I
was. She also invited me into town to meet her, complaining that other members
of the project were not the most sociable types, and she wanted some different
company.

Being the true gentleman, I replied to her email stating that it would be an
honour to escort her.

The following night, I arrived at the meeting place several minutes early, and
I could not see her. So I ordered myself a drink and waited.

Some 15 minutes later, she turned up, red in the face and apologetic. I
stuttered not to bother, someone arriving 10 minutes late in London is quite
acceptable. I offered to buy her a drink, and refused, and so she went to the
bar, where I was able to look at her.

She was different from the party, her hair was tied up in a bun, and she had a
sleek pale blue business suit on, skirt was a moderate length exposing some
thigh but not too much. Her jacket was unbuttoned, under which she was wearing
a baggy silk top.

She returned from the bar, and we engaged in very pleasant conversation,
starting of with our respective life stories. Somehow, I felt at ease with her,
as if I had known her all my life. Soon closing time arrived and I walked her
to her local hotel before bidding farewell and made my way homewards.

The following morning I received from her a lovely email, thanking me, and
asking if I could show her around London on Saturday afternoon, she had work in
the morning and could not be bothered to go back to Birmingham, especially as
her partner was abroad at the time. Perhaps because I knew she had a partner,
and that she was older than I was (though it has not stopped before; it was my
older cousin who first seduced me) but I did not at all think of her in a
sexual light.

It was a cold but dry January afternoon that Saturday, with a cold easterly
blowing. Fortunately, I suggested that we meet up in a record store so that we
both would be out of the wind. I hardly recognised her when she turned up. She
was wearing a pair of black leggings and a baggy jumper under her coat. For a
young lady, she looked good, but considering her age, she looked terrific.

That Saturday was fun, we did some of the usual tourist attractions, before
having dinner and a drink in the evening. The next couple of weeks, we
continued meeting like this, and it was such fun. We were both completely at
ease with each other, and had such good conversations. These ranged from
describing our life history to cooking!

Chapter Two:

Then she asked me to be her guest for a formal occasion as the project was
nearing completion. Again, I obliged, and had to take the penguin suit to be
dry-cleaned and pressed. We arranged to meet in the bar of her hotel.

When she walked out of the lift, she was the centre of attention. She had a
full-length cocktail dress with slits both sides. The colour was a lovely
electric blue and low cut around her cleavage. This was the first time that I
had noticed she really had a cleavage. Like I said, the male eyes were up on
her as I greeted, and took her hand. I was in heaven. It was also the first
time I saw her in another light.

We had a drink at the bar before catching a cab to the venue. The evening
started pleasant enough, and the food was excellent. Soon the formal part of
the night was over, and we all went to a bar for post dinner conversation and
drinks. There was also a little dance floor with music, where Sophie seem to
spend most of her time, with her male colleagues trying to chat her up.

She was obviously aware of this because she came over and asked to me dance. As
we approached the dance floor, she pulled me in closer than I had observed, and
gave me a peck on the cheek. After which we returned to the Bar. She was not
asked for a dance after that point!

I looked at my watch, "Oh I must go, otherwise I shall miss the last tubes."

"Do you have to? You can stay in the hotel with me, there is a single bed as
well."

And so I stayed and escorted her back to the hotel about 1:30am. Although both
of us had had a glass of wine or two, neither of us was severely under the
influence. After all, it was a work function, and business had been discussed.
At reception, Sophie ordered room service to bring a pot of coffee for two,
suggesting that we should relax.

This is where the story becomes difficult to recall. Although I can remember as
it happened yesterday the physical events that took place, what was said or how
it came about is somewhat harder.

Chapter Three:

As I closed the door to her room, she wondered over to the double bed and fell
back on to the bed with a gasp.

"Those functions do have the habit of being drawn out, and become a bit of a
bore. I must get out of this clothing."

"Why, you looked absolutely wonderful tonight."

"Oh do you think so?" she queried.

"Too right, many a bloke were staring at you."

"Yeah and many would like to be in your shoes now?"

And with that she stood up and started to reach behind her back for the zip.

"Can you help me please? I cannot quite reach this evening."

And so I walked up to her and started the zip for her. She let the dress fall,
revealing her small body clad in rather luxurious deep blue lace underwear
including stockings. My heart stopped momentarily.

At that point, room service knocked on the door, and I went to answer it.
Sophie appeared out of the bathroom wearing a dressing gown, though obviously
still with her underwear on; and another over her arm. I was developing a hard
on, though the trousers of my evening suit were baggy enough to hide it.

"You must be uncomfortable in that," she said as she walked up to me leaving
the second robe on the bed. She proceeded to take my jacket off followed by my
bow tie.

"It's real!" she said with some astonishment.

"There is no point in wearing this outfit and not be able to do a poker bow
tie. Besides at the end of a ball, there is nothing more that will attract the
attention of young ladies than an untied bow tie hanging around his neck."

"That's true enough," she replied as she kissed me on the cheek.

"Go and make yourself comfortable while I pour the coffee."

Several minutes later we were sitting opposite each other in our dressing
gowns. She was sitting in the only chair, with her long hair now released,
whilst I sat on the end of the bed. For the first time, conversation between us
did not come naturally. It was a strange situation somehow.

It seemed that both of us wanted to say something, but couldn't.

Suddenly Sophie started to speak, but nothing came out. My mouth was starting
to dry out despite drinking the coffee.

After several more minutes, Sophie stood up, letting her untied dressing gown
open.

She worked over towards me and stopped, as I looked at her. Again she tried to
speak, but nothing came out. She swallowed hard and tried again.

"I want to thank you for your friendship over the last month or so. You have
made me welcome and looked after me. You have also become a close friend, I
have told you happenings that I have hardly told anyone else, yet alone
someone, who, until recently was a stranger."

She stepped nearer.

"Oh I want you. Oh please hug me," With that, she put her arms around my head
and pulled me in close to her body.

She smelt wonderful; a combination of her perfume and body odour. We stayed
there for several minutes whilst she softly caressed my head. Her breathing
became less rhythmic, and heavier.

I could not refrain myself anymore. I started to gently kiss her chest, lightly
kissing on the exposed skin. I opened up her dressing gown fully, and started
to nibble on her right nipple through the lace. I could feel it harden between
my teeth. Somehow I managed to free one and then both breasts from the
constraints of her bra. The skin was lovely and smooth, and the breasts
perfectly shaped with out an once of sagging. I was in heaven. Slowly, I worked
my way up to her neck, her ears kissing and nibbling her soft gentle skin. Soon
our mouths found each other's, as our tongues started to flick in and out of
our mouths.

I reached down and place my hands on her arse. Those cheeks were firm. It was
obvious that Sophie did look after her body. We kissed for what seemed like at
eternity, our tongues exploring each other's mouths. Eventually she broke the
embrace.

"Oh God, I want you, Oh god...." And she allowed her dressing gown fall to the
floor. She grabbed my hand as she made her way to the nearest bed and lied
down.

I got on top of her and started to kiss her, starting at her mouth, before
slowly working my way down to her breasts, and then down to her pussy. I could
see the hairs through the lace, as I started to kiss her mound. The smell was
just electric. I just had to have her. I removed her knickers and stripped
myself. I adjusted my position so that I could mount her.

She was so wet...

I made a thrust all the way in and just left it there. I was in heaven. During
the last couple of years I had had some fucks but this was something special. I
slowly withdrew, till my head was just outside her mound, and then pushed it
all the way back in slowly and deliberately. I kept this up for several minutes
until I could control myself no more.

I started to speed up, fucking her hard.

"Oh that's so good, fuck me harder, harder" she started to voice, giving me
worlds of encouragement.

And soon I erupted inside her. It seemed to be never ending,

We both lay there speechless. I think neither of us had anticipated such an
event. But it happened. Soon we drifted of to sleep, the clock reading 3
something.

Chapter Four:

I realised that something good was happening, but what was it I was not sure.
Was it a dream. I slowly opened my eyes; it was not a dream. Sophie was kissing
my semi-erect tool, as it was coming to attention. She was alternatively
licking the entire length of my shaft and kissing/nibbling my balls. I started
to move towards her inviting pussy. She must have realised that I was awake as
she looked up at me ands smiled. She still had her stockings on.

With her assistance, we got into the 69 position. Her juices were slightly
salty, but still tasted wonderful. I son found her clitoris and started to give
it some attention, and watched it increase in size. I have never seen a
clitoris increase in size so much as hers. As it grew, it seemed to increase in
sensitivity, as I kissed and nibbled it. My fingers soon found the entrance to
her pussy, as they started to explore the insides of her pussy. She started to
have a series of orgasms as her body trembled, and my face becomes saturated
with her love juices.

Meanwhile, Sophie was returning the complement, looking after my prick with
such care and devotion. I could fell her lips start to engulf my shaft, as she
started to fuck me with her mouth.

"Oh that's so goooooood, so gooood" I sighed.

But it was not to last as I could feel my cock tension as my orgasm neared.

"I'm cumming, I'm cumming....."

With that, she mouth fucked me more feverishly as my cum erupted into her
mouth. She carried on, sucking until my cum started to leak out at the sides of
her mouth.......

We lay there for a while until we decided that it was time to move. I went to
have a shower, and Sophie joined me. It was not long before we started to give
each other the attention that we were both lusting after. We soon ended up
fucking in the bathroom, me standing up leaning against the wall, with her legs
wrapped around me. She was small and light enough to try that rather
interesting position. Eventually I got home late in the afternoon/early
evening.

I got some strange looks on the underground as I made my way home in my DJ. It
was apparent that what I had been up to during the day, and a couple of ladies
gave me that knowing smile; obviously they had travelled home late on the
Sunday wearing the dress from the night before.

Epilogue:

I don't think I have ever been able to before or since then have that number of
orgasms over a short period. And that was the beginning of a very enjoyable
relationship. We had several months of fun, including being watched by a young
maid (whom I got to know intimately; thanks to Sophie) and a threesome. Sophie
had always been intrigued by sex with a female, and so we placed an advert on
an Internet contact site and met a young half-cast Bi-lady. That is, however
another story as they say.

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