Carnal Adventure

Its not the length, its not the size, its how many times you can make it rise! its not how well it fits but how often you can make it spit!

Terri 33 year old divorced mother of one child and small business owner. She has long blonde hair, is 5′ 5″ tall with a curvy body. Today promised a warmth later in the day. As she stood peering out the kitchen window, she could see that, although it was still slightly overcast, the sun already shone cautiously through the

light blanket of mist over the trees. Terri went to the bedroom to get ready for work. Terri looked in the mirror as she finished getting ready. Today, she dressed special, she is wearing a traditional skirt, blouse, pantyhose or stockings, and heels. Terri isn’t naive…she knew that her small firm 32B breasts and her well-toned legs drew a lot of attention from guys. She liked the attention. She also knew that guys talked about fucking her. The sexy young business owner is excited and nervous today, she is meeting John Malone one of the most sophasticated, intriguing Billonaire bachelor’s in North Texas. She is looking forward to the meeting with me, I selected her small business to possibly fund for expanison. Terri knew men noticed her legs, or her breasts, but she never had put much thought in them jerking because of her. It should have repulsed her, or at the very least had her dress less sexy, but instead it got her off. She liked dressing more provocatively at work, not slutty, but she would go without underwear, or wear thigh high stockings instead of pantyhose and had even recently purchased a pair of crotchless pantyhose. Dressing naughty underneath her professional attire is her secret rebellion against the prototype business stereotype.

Terri looked at herself one more time, her stocking tops just barely hidden by her skirt, and headed to work feeling sexy and beautiful, slowly forgetting the recent bad date. Thinking about the bad date, it still made Terri sad. Terri hasn’t had sex with a man in over two years, and although her large box of toys did the job in theory, it wasn’t the same as the intimacy and touch of a man. The heat of a kiss, the warmth of a body on her and the thrill of a cock inside her was not possible to recreate with any toy and she missed it immensely. She had a ferocious sexual appetite and two years feels like an eternity to her. Thus, the attention from men was validation of her sexuality as she went through her depressing dry spell. At thirty three, the biological clock was just starting to tick, a time bomb reminder that her window for possibly having another baby was slowly getting smaller. She shook her head to erase the sad memory when she arrived at work as if her head was an etch-a-sketch. Putting on her business persona, she took a deep breath and headed into the store. I walk into the store Terri greets me at the door. Her eyes are dark, with a glint of lust. It’s as if she can look into you, see through you, but I’m caught up in our gaze to get a good read on her. Her eyes hold so much emotion behind them, but you can’t quite reach it. Her gaze lands on me and for a few seconds I simply stare at her. She smiles and the frown that seemed permanent moments ago has vanished. I smile back. Those lust filled, guarded eyes are now gentle; sparkling more.

Her face is transformed when she smiles. Why does she not do it more often? When I first walked in she is stern-faced as she read the documents. I would have called her unapproachable. With her brow puckered and mouth set in a frown this woman looked callous. Until she smiled, that’s when her face softened, her eyes seem to smile just as much as her lips, and nothing about her is unkind. How is it that someone who looks so severe at first glance can have such a pleasurable smile? I catch a reflection of myself in the window and realize that the corners of my mouth are turned up in a smirk. I watch as her long-lashed eyelids close in a slow blink and open once again. This time, though, her eyes are on me. The way I look at her without wavering must mean that I’ve studied her face enough to be comfortable holding her gaze. This thought would frighten her if I wasn’t a possible investor. After she closes her store, I ask Terri to join me for dinner, Terri smiles at me, feeling unusually confident. When I smile back and she blushes.
I finally look down at my phone, and she blinks slowly to try and calm her nerves. Still smiling, she opens her eyes and she is surprised to find that she is once again looking at someone who seems to have already been eyeing her. I have a slight smile on my face. Her eyes widen when she realizes I’m looking at her. Terri can’t help but wonder what I would be like as a lover. Could it be her? I decide it is time to take her. I ask her to join me in small nearby bar for drinks, I order her a large glass of wine. When she sits down a very nice glass of Sauvignon Blanc, her favorite is waiting. She thought she may as well have this drink with me then head home and pick up a DVD on the way to watch later But not only is Sauvignon Blanc, Terri’s favorite but it is also her downfall.

It rarely stayed at just the one glass! I seem to have taken a liking to her and is flirting outrageously, which she is enjoying. It is nice to feel desired; any way it isn’t going any where so no harm done she thought. Terri has always been quite timid when it came to guys, but this is because in most environments she is always with friends and is very conscious of what they thought of her behavior. The truth of it is she often feels very sexually frustrated and longed to express herself more, but she is just too nervous and restrained to do so. “ You ok, you look very flushed?” I ask and she immediately went red. “ I’m fine,” she babbled and took a deep slug of wine finishing the glass “ Let me get you another.” “ I better not.” I ask her to join me at my condo. “ No worries, I’m hoping you’ll accept.” She didn’t know if she is more shocked by what I said or more embarrassed by having spurted out the wine that was in her mouth. I look at her and laugh. “ I’m not sure what to say to that,” Terri said. “ Say yes then.” “ You’ll have to excuse me I need the bathroom,” she headed to the restroom buying herself some time. One of her secret desires, and it is a very, very secret desire is sex with with me, she often fantasied about meeting me and having sex, having heard the gossip and rumors from friends. Recently, on one girls night her friends got on to the subject of masturbation and how frequently they did it. Luckily she didn’t answer first as most of her friends all said maybe once a week sometimes twice. She went along and said the same. The truth of it is she masturbates every day, she left that night thinking that maybe her sex drive is higher than she had realized.
Ever since that night a nagging sense that she is missing out has been with her.