Unknown Admirer

Megan is 30 single never married tall 5’6″ with slender curvy body shoulder length brown hair. ” When did this get here?” I ask those around me, holding up an interoffice mail envelope. I shrugged my shoulders and opened the envelope. Inside is a plain white letter-size envelope addressed to me. I open it pulling out the letter. I sat after reading the first sentence, finishing it quickly. The letter is from a unknown admirer, a woman that has a crush on me. She’s invited me to lunch on Saturday, the following day. She will be distinguished from the other women at the Passion Café by wearing red. ” Welcome to Passion Café,” a young raven-haired hostess told me as I entered. Megan sat at the bar wondering if I would show up, the cool night air had an effect of making her nipples harden under her dress; they stood out like two bullets, making peaks in the tight fitting, stretchy material. She had decided not to wear a bra, as it would have spoiled the fit. She had considered going without panties as well, since the dress fitted like a second skin, but decided that might be going too far, in the end she had opted for her smallest pair.

She is also beginning to feel more than a little horny, her nipples are rock hard and they rub on the material of her dress sending shock waves to her pussy and clit. She feels more than a little frustration at sitting there nervously waiting; there are men around and she wished that one of them were the one she had invited, she is growing ever hornier by the minute at the thought of a with a big cock. Musing on the hard cock she needed to satisfy her need. Before she can turn around, I whispered in her ear; ” I’m here. In my experience, women who wear dresses like yours usually like to be the center of attention.” She did not recognize the voice and went to turn around. A hand on her arm prevented her; it is gentle but unyielding at the same time. ” Don’t turn around; I want to enjoy you without you seeing my face. Are you going to turn around if I take my hand away?” I asked, Megan shook her head.

When I took my hand away, Megan stammered ” I was hoping you would accept my invitation.” I whisper in her ear, ” Oh, I know exactly what kind of woman you are, a little bird tells me that your not getting any. That you have no boyfriend.” Megan tried to pull away but I’m to strong, I held her arm tightly, preventing her from turning round. She racked her brains, trying to think who might have told me about her and her former boyfriend. As though I had read her mind, I chuckled. ” Trying to work out who told me, I wouldn’t bother if I were you.” Megan feels conflicting emotions at my sudden appearance. At first, she feels fear; all she knew is that I’m behind her I had approached silently. She relaxed a bit, feeling excitement; her musings about me coming to the cafe. As I talked, I lowered my face to place a kiss at the base of Megan’s neck where it met her collarbone. She shivers involuntarily. Despite the cool evening, my lips feel as though they are on fire, and Megan feels as if a branding iron had touched her skin. She did not want to encourage me too much yet, so she stood still, trying not to react. As I press my face to her skin, I breathed in her scent. ” You smell gorgeous,” I whisper in her ear, ” I love Chanel No 5.”

Continuing to kiss down her neck and along an exposed shoulder provoking gasps and low moans. I’m standing behind her, my hands roaming freely over her body. Megan feels herself beginning to succumb to my touch. The way I have taken possession of her without her permission astounds her. For a moment, she is unable to speak. She feels my growing bulge pressing against her ass. It has been a long time since she has felt a man get aroused just from touching her. She needed a man’s company, she feels her panties beginning to become damp with her moisture as my hands continue to explore her. Pulling her close to me, I cup her breasts, testing their firmness. As I did this Megan’s mouth opened and a low moan escaped, ” ohhh yes, I love having my tits played with, don’t stop!” Her skin tingling and her heart beating fast as I explore her curves, she feels her panties getting wet as her pussy juices flow freely. Once, her previous boyfriend did this, then he stopped. He was too busy with work, or just tired so they broke up.


When I pull Megan against me, I feel her body quivering with suppressed passion. Differing emotions fought for supremacy within her, the respectable single woman who had never given into temptation. Alternatively, the abandoned girlfriend starved for attention from her former boyfriend. Gradually the abandoned girlfriend won out. Megan begins to give into my touch. I continue caressing her breasts through her dress. She feels the heat of my hands through the thin material. ” You’re a naughty girl, you’re not wearing a bra, let’s see if you are wearing any panties shall we?” I chuckle into Megan’s ear. Sliding one hand down her belly, I cup her crotch, at the same time beginning to raise the hem of her dress. ” I want to see your cunt,” I growl, ” I’ll bet it is as beautiful as the rest of you.” ” I want to fuck you right here, right now.” ” No, we can’t… not here, someone might see us.” Megan stammered as she vainly tries to pull down the hem of her dress, while every fiber of her being told her to let me have my way. Her reluctance; was thinking about her former boyfriend. When she broke up with him, she had come to the realization long ago that he would never change.

She just did not want him to find her with her panties round her ankles, fucking with a stranger. Then she had an idea…Megan had been both excited and repelled when I used such a crude word as cunt to describe such an intimate part of her. She has never liked the expression, preferring “pussy” but somehow my crudeness only served to make her hotter and hornier, as my hands continue to explore her slender body. She leans back, luxuriating in my touch, I know my way around a woman’s body. It has been a long time since a man has pressed all her buttons like this.
” Oh My God, don’t stop,” she said breathlessly as I tease her hard nipples expertly. She moans as I pinch them hard between the forefinger and thumb of each hand. Then I start to slide her dress down her arms. Megan struggling to pull it back up. ” We can’t do it here, there isn’t any cover,” Megan gasps. ” Let’s go to Ritz Carlton. I have a corporate suite there.” I said.

I walked into the living room and stopped in my tracks. Megan is standing there naked. Her full and shapely body exposed to my view for what I realized is the first time in a very long time, and what a magnificent shapely body she has. My eyes raking over those magnificent firm breasts that showed no hint of any sag. Her waist is small, over rounded hips, but her legs are breathtaking. Long, full, shapely, enhanced by the golden tan that
covered the whole of her body I noted. She must have been sunbathing naked. A surprising thought for a woman
I appreciated is sexually naïve and conservative. All the more surprising that she is standing there
naked in my hotel suite living room. My eyes finally ceased devouring that magnificent example of 30 year old womanhood and looked into her eyes. Behind that classic beauty I recognized the fear and insecurity that seems at times to overwhelm this her.

She allowed herself to be led to my bedroom, her heart seems ready to beat its way out of her chest. Her nipples have become erect, thickening with heat and blood her nipples are aroused. She blushes at the thought that if I look I would be able to see how excited she has become. I opened an oak paneled door, and led Megan in and
she stopped in her tracks. To describe the room as opulent is an understatement. Her attention is riveted on the large canopied bed. Dark, varnished, carved oak posts marked each corner of the bed. Supported by intervening beams, purple cloth seems to shine, and she wonders if it is velvet. It is trimmed in gold with tasseled bobs hanging in a fringe. The bed itself is, like me huge. The coverlet is light and airy as befitted the hot climate of Dallas. To Megan’s surprise it is a gaily, colored panorama of flowers.

Now as she sought to push me away, she is reminded just how strong I am. While one part of her told her to be sensible and remember that it has been a long time since she has been with a man. Another stronger, suppressed emotion fluttered to the surface. This man is so strong it is sending wicked signals to her pussy. She fought to control that irrational reaction. She is a career woman, an intelligent educated woman.