Lori sat parallel on the couch with her back pushed up against the armrest and throw-pillow in her lap. She sprawled her legs over Paul's lap. She was naked, he still had his clothes on; grey slacks, white dress shirt, and wearing the gray tie with the white and black stripes on it. He still hadn't even taken off his black wingtips and his feet were planted on the floor. His right hand held a bottled water and rested on the side of the sofa. He looked and acted like a grownup. Lori looked and acted like a vulnerable child. She sank back a little further into the couch.
The visit started wonderfully. She knocked on the door as they agreed. He opened it and ushered her in and without using any words, he pushed her up against the wall, lifted her chin up and started kissing her. Oh man, Lori was in heaven. His kisses were the perfect pools in a tropical lagoon on a warm sunny day. They were decisive and open, both soft and somehow hard. His kisses were at first exploratory and then he started holding her neck and kissing more passionately. He made his way to her lovely large breasts and started pinching and pulling one of her nipples. One of Lori's hands tried to make its way to Paul's cock but he pushed it away. Instead he held it up against the wall. She had always dreamed of meeting him like this. All the months of wanting and waiting and yearning finally condensed down into this one moment.
It was the same for Paul. Months of sheltering at home in place with his wife and little girl were showing their strains. He had an urgent need as well. Without missing a beat. He had her dress off of her and was using his hands to paw his way over every inch and deep into her pussy. She splayed her legs wide for him and he could feel her juiciness. That was all he needed. He grabbed her hair and pushed her up against the bed and bent her over the edge. He unzipped his pants and lowered his trousers and then he pushed his way in and made himself at home in her pussy and it was so nice.
That was amazing. Just like Lori had imagined it. They both needed to catch their breath for a minute. Instead of getting into bed for some cozy time, they chose to sit on the couch in front of that window with the amazing view. At first they are just sitting there and then Paul picked up his water. And Lori, still worried about their conversation from the day before, needed to talk.
"You know," she said, "I was thinking the other day about some of the erotic literature, or word porn as I like to call it, that I read when I was a kid and two instances instantly come to mind - first, let me say, I don't remember the name of the book, it wasn't my book, I think my dad was reading it. I don't know why or how I got my hands on it. I don't know if I read it cover to cover or just bits and pieces. If I just read bits and pieces, how did I come to the juicy parts? I'm not sure. I think the two stories came from the same book. The book was set in the south during the pre-civil war error. Think plantations, slaves, male dominance, etc. One scene involved a woman and her female slave. One of them used a hairbrush to penetrate the other's pussy. I don't remember who did the giving and who got the receiving and I don't think it mattered. It was hot. The other scene involved a slave woman being kept in a stall in a barn and being made available to the men of the house. One man, slightly more caring than the others but not the world's best gentleman either, took the woman like an animal in the stall. She's on all fours and he's fucking her from behind. That was super hot too. Is this the seed of my kink? Maybe. But I like the idea of sexually belonging to someone, finding thrill and pleasure in it, having it occupy my mind for days and maybe even watching some bruises fade over time. These are usually on my breasts. I like the idea of being taken and slightly abused but made to feel amazing with my orgasm and all the warm fuzzy and sexy feelings that come from it."
Paul is thoughtfully listening, trying to understand why she was talking about this. He looked over at her. He saw her looking out the window, hugging the pillow tightly. He rubbed his hand up along one of her legs and his left hand started to play with her pussy a little bit. Lori loved this attention. She relaxed a little bit. It felt good to her.