I Am So Confused

I could not believe her body, I could not believe my exhaustion, and I was utterly confused.

To clearly understand this experience, you should read my previous recollections. All experiences I had after breaking up with my ex. Each dictate where and how I got to here.

It was with great trepidation, and with curiosity, that I wanted to meet Michelle and get to know her better. The previous night, we had privately kissed in a venue kitchen before we were caught by security and lead back out to the main venue. Michelle was embarrassed and had rushed off home. The end of that night saw me sleeping with her friend though thinking of her.

Being on duty on the afternoon shift, usually involves standard interactions, but often afternoons are boring. I decided to catch up with my namesake and find out more about Michelle. He was still a little annoyed that Emma had fucked me, in her drunken stupor she thought I was him. Who was I to complain?

We spoke about it, and I apologised, telling him about my hope to meet Michelle. He pointed me in the direction of the check-in counters, and low and behold there she was wandering between each. I approached cautiously, nervous to say the least.

She saw me, with a vague smile of recognition, but a definite hue of embarrassment upon that realisation. She quickly attempted to scamper away toward the offices. I caught up, asked her to stop as I only wanted to say hello.

"Why?" she asked, "Do you realise how embarrassing that was?"

I could only smile, apologising thinking we had a connection. My eyes lowering to those huge mounds under her tight uniform.

"I am embarrassed getting escorted out of the kitchen by security," she said, "Ashamed of myself."

Turning away from me, attempting to walk faster, I tried to reason with her.

"I enjoyed the moment we had and would like to make it up to you," smiling whilst thinking back to that kiss.

Immediately she stopped, looking me square in the eyes, "The embarrassment of it all, you can't make up for that," angrily staring straight at me.

Again apologising, I offered to buy her a drink, to which she just turned back and walked off.

Down heartedly brushed aside, I went to my friend's counter, "She basically told me to go fuck myself," I told him.

We laughed together, "Drinks after work?" he offered.

Upon agreeing I left back to patrolling the streets, reeling from her rejection.

I sat in the local bar after work, waited until my friend arrived and proceeded to tell him how nice it was to see her but how bad I felt with her rejection.

He smiled, "Do not feel too bad, you will see why soon."

Our conversation went back and forth, he was still a little pissed at me for Emma, though we both agree that next time, he is to take the hint and not drink so much.

In walked a few of his colleagues, Michelle amongst them, her big chest leading the way.

"Take two," he laughed.

Not wanting to create a scene, I sat and drank a couple of beers with him, often looking over to her. She was quite jovial with her friends, but every now and then would look towards me, with what appeared as a glare of anger.

As the night wore on, I was feeling weary after the previous night, bidding farewell, I walked out to my car. Without realising that Michelle had followed, I was about to get in when I heard her.

"Leaving already, and you haven't even bought me that drink to apologise," as she sternly addressed me.

"It wouldn't be a good thing, I know you are upset at me, and although I would like to get to know you more, its cut and run time for me," I replied.

"Oh well, your loss," Michelle muttered.

Not knowing what to do, I was tired, and now confused. She seemed angry and upset, though she still had chased me out to my car to talk to me. I let it go, thinking best not to push a point which could get ugly if I were wrong.

Arriving at home my mobile phone pinged with a message. Michelle had asked my friend for my number, asking if I wanted that apology drink now. I sat for a minute, really confused. Why not, I thought, texting my address to her.

Ten minutes later, a large white BMW rolled in my long driveway. Michelle alighted, staggering up to my door as I opened it, a bottle of Scotch in her hand.

"I hope you have ice," she queried.

Still confused, and wary, we sat and drank the bottle. Conversation flowed, she told me more about herself, including that she had a long-term boyfriend, which explained her embarrassment and shame. Theo, her boyfriend, was an executive for an airline, and with his schedules, they very rarely caught up. She even hinted to me that she thought he may be cheating. The tears were almost coming during that part of the conversation. Though whilst saying that, she again turned red, the memory of last night obviously hit her mind.

Already close to drunk upon arriving, the scotch had tipped her over the limit. Being the gentleman I am, I offered her a room for the night. Even as if without thinking, she accepted. My little head rose, we might make up for last night's loss after all, I thought to myself.

My rising dick directing the way as I walked her to the spare room, pointing the bathroom to the right, advising her it was a two-way bathroom shared with my room. She sighed, her eyes barely open, and thanked me.

It was easy falling to sleep thinking of her so close yet so far. When I suddenly woke with a jolt, feeling my mattress moving. Blurry eyed, I turned nonchalantly, Michelle, obviously had thought long and hard too. She moved over closer, starting to snuggle. I felt her hand moving down my body. Even though I had woken in a startle, my little head awoke almost immediately fully. Her hand touched my behind, as I sleep naked. She slowly moved it around to the front, her fingers reaching her desired destination. I was still, no movement, I knew she knew that I was fully awake now. My dick, signalling so. She pushed up against my back, her hand circling my dick.

She whispered, "Now, where were we?"

Her soft hands rubbing as they stroked up and down, my mind in torment, thinking she will tease and leave as revenge. My own hand now moved over hers. We entangled our fingers, as she continued stroking me. I could feel those orbs pressing into my side. Faster and faster, she stroked. I had to stop her, knowing I did not want to finish in her hand.

I rolled over properly towards her, her faces inches from mine, I leant in for a kiss, she pulled back teasing me. The scotch still evident on her breathe. I lifted my right hand, finally getting a good touch of her glorious tits.

"Oh my god," I thought, "they definitely are magnificent."

Her breasts felt surreal, almost solid, leading me to think they were somehow enhanced. I lowered my head, her hand still holding me but no longer stroking, and kissed her closest breast. Her nipples, so straight and pointed, obviously enjoyed me sucking them. Her moans in conjunction with her breathing increased.

Again, her hand started moving, grabbing my balls, squeezing, and rubbing them. Her fingers moving along each with tender care. Her nipple in my mouth, I bit it gently. Her chest pushed forward, I did it again, more moans with gasps this time.

Our hands roamed each other, I lowered a hand, along her tight stomach, touching a tuft of pubic hair. It was cut short and very wet. I slid a finger along the side, toying with her, not pressing into her. She was pushing into my hand almost demanding, her breast pressed now fully in my face, her hand grabbing my cock, and my fingers playing.

There were no words, only sighs and moans, but other than that and the obvious rubbing noises, no words spoken.

She let go of my cock, her nipples slipped out of my mouth, her body pulled away. The feeling of a woman slowly moving down, can be too much. Her lips kissing my chest, reaching my six pack, dancing over my navel. I knew where she was heading, I lay back to let her go. Her mouth teased the tip of my cock, her kissing increased, I felt her mouth open as she pushed forward. Her lips sliding along the sides, engulfing me. I felt myself hit the sides of her cheeks and when I reached the back of her throat, she still pushed further. Her momentum pushing into something astonishing, it felt like her throat was wrapping around my cock. Just as quick she withdrew it, she repeated the motion repeatedly.

It was not long before I knew what was coming, it built up to a massive explosion, on a deep long penetration, I lost it. I cannot say how long but I did not stop convulsing for a long while. She just kept licking and sucking, swallowing all that she encountered.

She continued, feeling my dick slowly receding, she popped it out of her mouth. It felt so amazing as she looked up at me smiling.

As quick as it started, she stopped suddenly, got off the bed, and wandered back into the shared bathroom. I watched her walking, I could not believe the look of her body, the feel of my exhaustion and my utter state of confusion.

I awoke the next morning, still thinking of her and her mouth. I walked into the bathroom, her side door ajar. There was note on the bed, as she had left. She thanked me and stated she would like to think about letting me get to know her even more.

Confused, I sat on the bed.