Independent 30 year old Woman

Kathy 30 never married is a petite slender woman and independent. She takes care of herself, both emotionally and physically. She is in charge of your own life and making your own decisions. She is a teacher attending the school board meeting, I’m a member of the school board. My phone pinged telling me I had a new email, Unknown sender.
” Its a shame that your leaving. But I can come clean. I have a crush on you, even if its wrong. Your too tempting, but everyone tells me I should stay away. When you walk by, I just want you to eat me up with the look. I’m sending this to get it out of my system, that you don’t know who I am will keep me safe from you. Thats not what I want, but its the way it should be. John, I swear you take a sex shower. You know what I’m saying? There’s like this tension around you. Whenever you look at me, you’re hungry, but you manage not to make it sick. It’s simply saying ‘if I get my hands on you, I’ll fuck you within an inch of your life.’ Makes me tingle where it shouldn’t.” I reread the email. It was appropriate to snort. That anonymity is self-delusion of the highest quality. Kathy’s frustration is obvious. She hadn’t had sex for almost three years; she is not actively dating anyone currently. She is so hot. Sensuous, long, and thick hair. Curvy body worthy of a pin-up poster. Fuck, if I could have a night with her…

I didn’t want her learning about my asshole reputation. I didn’t know either why I wanted her more than any other woman. She turned around. Great, I’m staring at her like a wolf in heat. She smiled sheepishly before swiveling her eyes away, picking up her juice, and disappearing inside. I went back inside and she didn’t even look at me. ” Kathy? ” I offered. My voice sounded deep. She finally lifted her eyes as if they were laden by an almost overpowering weight. She hurriedly smiled with uncertainty. She looked damn good, her body fit, and, while not showing too much, the outfit worn made it clear she took good care of herself. Her ivy-colored eyes gave the illusion of being lighter and warmer. Her lips hinted at being even more inviting than the norm. Her breasts were a nice, natural B. ” I…uh…I was wondering if you…could help me again.” Fuck you silly again, you mean. Why lie? ” Fuck you silly again, you mean.” I wasn’t at a board meeting, so my language wasn’t restricted. She gasped and turned a nice shade of red that favored her appearance. ” I…I don’t…” ” Good,” I murmured, I strode towards her and roughly pushed her face back, kissing her hard on the mouth. ” I am in a peculiar mood today,” I breathed into her mouth as I kissed her and she gasped from the roughness. She kissed back eagerly, wanting to please me while also wanting to rid any doubts from my mind. ” Why?” she panted, afraid of the answer. I grabbed her hair and yanked her head back before moving my lips to the base of her throat. ” Mmmm,” I growled, ignoring the question. ” You know that you want to be with me?” I asked as my other hand ran up her exposed forearm, giving her goose bumps. ” Yes,” Kathy squeaked.
” As my Property you will do as I command?” ” Yes!”

” If that’s a ‘yes’, follow me to my apartment.” I didn’t even wait. I turned and walked away. As expected, her footsteps, timidly, followed me. Why so many adult women react well to the aggressive rough treatment has always been beyond me. I didn’t care about them, and did nothing to lead them on. I was in no way tender, but they came to me anyway. Being described as ” rugged ” helped, but looks aren’t everything. Hell, I had hated the jocks that treated girls like crap to ” get some,” and here I was doing almost the same because I really didn’t care, not to grab their attention.