The Vagaries of Fate

You know, today has NOT been a good day. I started it off in a great mood, went to work, planned a surprise for my boyfriend for when he came over to my apartment that night. I went to a boutique shop on my lunch break and bought some naughty underthings so that I could perform a strip tease before we had sex for the first time. We had started dating six months ago, but I wanted to wait to make sure things were going good before I gave in to sex. So I had bought a tight black leather corset, a black silk garter belt and stockings, and a black silk crotchless thong. I had even put it all on and wore them under my work clothes for the rest of my shift at the bank, go me!

Only, my boyfriend texted me about 3pm and said that he wasn't really feeling our relationship and he wanted to see other people. Great. So here I am, sitting in a bar after my work shift on a Friday evening, nursing a rum and Coke, and cursing online dating.

Let me introduce myself. My name is Sarah. I'm 33, and while I'm not as young as some of the college bimbos in this bar getting hammered in the hopes of getting, well, taken home and hammered, I'm not in bad shape. I do work out, enough to keep a toned body, and I am often told I look younger than I actually am, so I take that as a compliment. I have light brown hair that extends to the lower middle of my back, blue eyes, and full lips without looking like a duck. Yeah, I'm critical of beauty standards today.

I'm sitting at the end of the centralized square bar top, watching everyone else rush around me, watching the waitresses run around like crazy trying to keep up with food and drink orders, and I sympathize with them. I don't miss those days of long hours and sore feet for shitty tips and sleazy comments. I only was a waitress long enough to put myself through college, then I got a job at the bank and I've been rising through the ranks since then. Now I have a cozy little office as an assistant manager of the payment systems department.

All of a sudden, I hear a voice that sends shivers racing up my spine. It's a deep voice, smooth and svelte, a hint of a British accent, asking a waitress for a Scotch, neat, and please make it top shelf. Ooh. I never knew just a voice could do such things to me. I turn my head just a little bit, trying to hear more without being obtrusive about trying to find the source of this delectable elocution, but I can't see him nor do I hear any more. What I do see though is another woman, strawberry blonde hair and classically pretty though obviously vain about it, has picked out my mystery speaker and is making her way behind me.

"Hey there stranger, you look like you could use some company. Do you want dump this place and come over to mine?" Her voice is a little high pitched, though she is obviously trying for something a little lower, trying to be sultry.

"Thank you, but no. I'm just here to have a drink, think, and watch life go on around me."

"Why don't you come have a drink with me? Life is meant to be lived, not watched from the sidelines."

"I said no, thank you. I'm really not in the mood for festivities."

At that point, the woman's friend comes over and pulls her away from the mystery man, who also leaves his table behind me and moves to a booth tucked in the very back corner of the bar, now in front and to the left of me. I wait until he sits down before I sneak a look at him.

What I see at first glance is decent enough. A dark t-shirt that hugs his chest to show off some upper body musculature, but loose enough over his stomach to not flaunt it. A pair of black slacks that look like they've been pressed, and shiny black loafers. My eyes travel back up his body to get a look at his face, a chiseled jawline, a straight line of a nose... and I freeze.

This guy has the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen. Is that an unmanly description to say? Is striking a better word? I don't know. I swear I've forgotten the English language as soon as I look at him. I've never seen eyes that color before. It's somewhere between a pale hazel and light gray, depending on the light as he looks around. It feels like forever that I stare at him, but it can't be more than a few seconds before I blink and my trance is broken. I take a shaky breath because apparently I forgot that I knew how to breathe when I saw him, and I realize that I have the beginnings of a wetness between my legs. Fuck. Worst time in the world to be wearing a crotchless thong under my skirt.

I take another sip of my drink to calm my jangled nerves, trying to look anywhere but at him but I can't help it. My eyes are drawn to him, but this time he's looking at me. I feel my breath stop in my chest, my eyes widen, and I feel my heart start hammering double time. What the hell is this guy doing to me? I don't even know him and he has me all twisted up over him. He looks at me a moment more before he moves his gaze, catching the eye of his waitress and murmuring something to her.

She trots off to the back, and returns a moment later, handing him a bill. He pays up and leaves, giving me one last look before he steps out the door. Shaken, I drop my eyes to my drink, feeling hot under my collar, and I throw the rest of it back quickly. I head to the bathroom and splash a little water on my face, wondering what on God's green earth just happened and why I am so unsettled by it.

I step back out to the bar to pay my tab, only for the bartender to tell me my drink had been paid for. Huh? By who? He didn't know. All he knew was that it was showing as paid in his till. Well. Alright then. I gave him a 10 anyway as a tip, more out of generosity and because I always take good care of wait staff. He appreciated it.

I stepped outside into the November air, a bit nippy but not truly cold yet, and I started walking towards my car in the lot.

"I wondered how long you might be."

I whirled around to see the object of my sudden and unintentional desire leaned up against the side of a large truck. He had been hidden by it when I had stepped outside, and I was rather upset by being startled.

"Are you stalking me or something? Because I don't know you," I demanded.

"You seemed rather fascinated with me inside. I caught you staring at me twice. I just didn't look back the first time," he replied idly.

"Maybe I thought you looked familiar."

"Nah, not with that adorable deer in the headlights look when I did look at you. You looked almost... terrified. Now why would that be?"

"I don't know what you're talking about. I'm not afraid of you in the slightest."

"Mhm." He pushed away from the truck and took a step towards me, and I took a matching step back. He took another step forward and I took another step back. "Not afraid of me huh? Then explain this little dance, if you will."

"Maybe I'm not comfortable having my body up against yours just yet." Oh. My. God. Did I really just say that out loud? I swear I am going to get myself killed if I'm not careful.

"Yet, eh? So you might become comfortable with having your body up against mine, do I hear that right? Because while I wasn't looking for a good time, I think a good time just found me."

"You think so? What makes you think I would even give you the time of day?" I mean, I am giving him the time of day, and would give him the time of night too, but no need to make it easy.

"I dunno, luv, maybe the fact that you keep leaving it open, or maybe just the fact that right at this very second you are biting your lip in the most fetching manner and looking at me with eyes that are screaming for me to take you back to my flat."

Oh. I didn't realize I was biting my lip. Or looking at him with my lust so plain on my face. Because I really really did want him to ask me back to his place and just have some fun to get over my loser ex boyfriend. Well, nothing else for it but to go with the flow.

"Well, I suppose I might be talked into it. But I'll drive my own car there, thank you very much, so that I can drive myself home when I'm ready to go."

"Whatever suits you, then. But I'd like to be at least somewhat of a gentleman and at least ask you your name first. My name is Tim."

"Sarah."

"Nice to meet you, Sarah. Would you like to come over and hang out a spell?"

"I would, thank you."

"Well, my address is 4582 E Jackson Boulevard, Flat 318. But you can follow me there if you would like."

"Alright."

We each hopped in our cars, me in my sensible Honda Accord, Tim in an ostentatious Dodge Hellcat. Of course. At least he drove calmly and didn't lose me because I refuse to speed. We finally arrived at his place and man, it was nice. Plush furniture, upscale decor, very clean and neat. Pretty much the opposite of what I expected out of a typical guy his age. Not too bad. Things were looking up. He took my coat and hung it up in his front closet next to his.

"Would you like a glass of wine?" he called from the kitchen.

"Thank you, but no. I should probably have some water, since I'd had a few at the bar," I called back from his living room.

"Really? You don't seem like the type to be a moderate to heavy drinker."

"Oh, I'm not. But when one gets dumped in the middle of the afternoon... ha, sorry, I shouldn't bring that up."

"What?? Do tell me more... I have no idea how someone could let go of a beauty like you, he must be blind or an idiot." He handed me the asked-for glass of water and motioned me to make myself comfortable on his sofa, so I sat.

"You are too kind, really, but after six months of dating, he said he wasn't feeling the relationship anymore." I put up the air quotes around the exact words my ex had used, to which Tim grimaced.

"Excuse my language but bloody hell the man must be an idiot then. I can see without knowing much about you that you are a strong woman, independent, sensible, beautiful, intelligent, and in need of someone who appreciates that."

I sat in silence a moment, processing what Tim just said. Don't tell me that I just stumbled into the right guy and caught his attention because he caught me staring at him not once but twice.

"Are you alright, Sarah? You seem a little shocked." He seemed truly concerned for my sudden silence and sat down on the couch next to me.

I chose my words slowly and with great care. "I am kind of shocked. You just made a very astute observation with very little evidence. I admit I am quite frankly confused by today's turn of events."

"Hmm, well, as to the very last part of my observation, would you like that to be rectified?" Tim smiled a knowing smile, a small upturn at one corner of his lips. Lips that suddenly looked very kissable...

"I'll take that as a yes..." Tim leaned in and, cupping one side of my face with a face, he kissed me long and full, a hint of teeth grazing along my lower lip. Time stopped, and I felt his lips burning an imprint on mine, searing their way into my soul. Time resumed when he broke the kiss, I opened my eyes to see his gray hazel eyes so close, looking deep into my soul and seeing a near impenetrable guard in them.

We both stared at each other for a moment before we fell back onto each other, kissing passionately, tongues dueling. My hands fought to pull his shirt up enough to get my hands under it to touch his chest, sliding my fingers up over his taut stomach with a hint of a six pack to reach his pecs dusted with a light curl of chest hair. Maybe I'm weird, but I like a little bit of chest hair on my men.

Meanwhile, his hands were gripping my ass and hips, pulling me in close to him. He slid a hand up, then stopped. He pulled back, looking down.

"Oh my, what are you wearing under your lovely blouse, Sarah?"

"Oh, just a leather corset I had bought today for my now-ex. Guess I'm wearing it for you now." I laughed, and he smiled with delighted lust that I was wearing something so out of the norm. He carefully undid my buttons, unveiling the corset piece by piece, until he stripped my shirt from me to leave my torso in the corset open to the air, my breasts barely held in place. He hummed a little before bending his head to my chest and licking across the top of my breasts, dipping his tongue deep into my cleavage.

I moaned, knowing what he was giving me a glimpse of, and feeling it surge between my legs and start to drip down my thighs. He stood and pulled me to my feet, sliding his hands down my sides to the top of my ass to find the zipper to my skirt. He unzipped it, letting it drop to the floor. I quickly kicked the skirt away to leave me standing before Tim in corset, garter, stockings, thong, and heels.

He took a few steps back from me and just looked at me, up and down for a few moments, and I could see the front of his pants start to stretch forward. It kept going. Jesus, he must be big. He finally made eye contact with me and what I saw there made me shiver and made my pussy surge again.

He took two big and quick steps forward and before I knew it I was airborne. He carried me wrapped around his torso from his living room about 30 paces to his bedroom to a king size bed and he laid me on the edge of it. I tried to pull him down on top of me but he would have none of it, he had other ideas.

He started to pull my thong off before he realized they had no crotch, to which he gave me such a sexy naughty grin that I almost came from that alone. But then he spread my legs and knelt between them and I knew his earlier unspoken promise was about to be fulfilled.

He dipped his head between my legs and with the first swipe of his tongue along my slit my whole body was on fire. My back arched, my toes curled, and I couldn't breathe for chanting his name. His tongue licked, dipped, and swirled its way over and through my neglected pussy and it was heaven. My climax hit as he cupped my ass in both hands and sucked my clit. I came to a few moments later limp and ragged, with him wet and grinning.

"I had no idea you were a squirter, Sarah, that's hot as fuck."

"Honestly, I don't think I've ever squirted before..."

"Ooh I'm the first man to make you squirt then? Well, don't worry darling, I'll make sure you squirt every time!"

He stepped close between my legs and bent over me, kissing me. I have to say, I've kissed lovers who have eaten me out before, but kissing one that I've cum all over is a whole new level of erotic. I reached down between us to undo the pants he still had on while he finally took off the shirt I failed to get off earlier. Dropping his pants unleashed the beast that had only been hinted at before. Eight inches of solid, stiff cock greeted me, thick enough I couldn't get my fingers all the way around it, the limit of what I could take without sustaining damage. I knew he would be tight inside me, but I welcomed the challenge. I reached one hand to my own pussy for lubrication while my other hand stroked the beautiful cock above me, and I kissed Tim with all the desire that had been building since I first heard his voice.

When I first slid him into me, I couldn't help but gasp. He was so large, so thick, but I wanted him so badly. He dropped his hips a little which changed the angle just enough to make it easier to take more of him, and the feeling of completeness made it feel like he was coming home. I wrapped my legs around his hips and my arms around his chest as he gently pumped his cock into me so he wouldn't hurt me our first time.

"Oh fuck Sarah, you feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock, I almost can't stand it. I want to cum so goddamn bad in you."

"Please cum in me, you don't have to worry, I'm on the pill, and I want to feel you deep inside me. You feel right in me, Tim, I don't want you to pull out."

"Fuck Sarah, I'm gonna cum, fuck Fuck FUCK YES GOD YES!"

"Yeah baby, cum in me, cum in my pussy, oh Jesus fuck me hard and deep, Tim TIM TIIIIMMMMM!!"

We came together, and I could feel that his orgasm lasted a while, I could feel his cock twitching in me as it pulsed cum deep in me. I've always loved having a man cum in me bareback, it's always been the number one thing that pushed me over the edge of orgasm during actual sex.

We collapsed together, and Tim was laying partially on top of me, which was absolutely fine, as it kept our bodies paired together. We laid there, sprawled across his bed, and we looked at each other.

He spoke first. "I'm sorry that was rather quick, apparently it's been a while for me."

"Don't apologize. This has been the best sex of my life, and I'm not done with you yet. We'll give it a little rest, but we have all weekend at the very least."

"You are willing to stay the weekend?" he said with a raised eyebrow.

"Something tells me I should see where this goes. That I've found a good thing." I smiled, because I knew I had spoken the truth. There was something that told me that I was safe here, that this was a good choice.

"That is heartening to hear. I admit, I didn't know if you would even be willing to even talk to me even though I paid for your tab at the bar."

"You paid my tab?... Duh, of course you paid my tab, because you were waiting for me outside... I'm sorry, I can be really dense sometimes."

"Haha, no worries luv, I think you were in awe of my good looks right? Or maybe something else?" Tim asked me with a strange edge to his voice, like he wasn't sure what my answer would be or if he was even sure he really wanted to hear it.

"Would it be weird of me to say it was actually your voice started all of this? That I didn't know a man's voice could be this deep, this smooth, and basically just reach into my nether regions and start my engines? But what sealed the deal for me was your eyes... you have the most gorgeous eyes I have ever seen on man or woman. I didn't know this color even existed!"

Tim seemed to let go of a breath he'd been holding. "I could say it's weird, but I don't think it is. The fact that you were initially so interested in something other than looks or money is rather a good thing. Although I am glad you do appreciate my looks, with my defining feature being my eyes." Tim batted his eyelashes at me just then and all I could do was laugh. But he continued in a slightly more serious, subdued tone, "I mean, I suppose it helps that I'm not some hideous troll. I'm no GQ model, but I'm not disgusting to look at either. You, on the other hand, are the pinnacle of beauty. And by that I mean you are not these twigs of models who pass as the standard of beauty for today. You have substance, a full figure, a gentle and somewhat shy way about you. That is truly endearing. I am actually quite interested in getting to know you better."

"Mm, I do like the sound of that. My ex was really only interested in knowing superficial information before he wanted to have sex. I waited six months to try to make sure that there was a real chance there, hoping that my initial impressions and my gut instincts were wrong. Of course, the day I give in to his desires and plan a surprise, he decides to break up with me. And not even face to face, but with a stupid text message. He's not feeling our relationship... bah! Well, I'm better off. I'm pretty certain you're bigger and better than him anyway. You certainly kiss better." I look at Tim, who is watching me bare a piece of my soul with impenetrable eyes. "What? Too heavy for after-sex talk?"

"On the contrary, I find I am learning quite a lot about you. Especially the fact that when you talk about me and my performance in bed, your pussy tightens delightfully around my cock." He gave me a smile as he said it to let me know he thought it a good thing, then leaned in close to give me another soul-scorching kiss. I reached up to meet him, crushing my lips to his, my fingers pulling at his lower back and sides, my legs coming up to wrap around his hips and pull him deeper inside me. Tim groaned and dropped some of his weight back onto me, letting me feel the power in him as he shifted forward, his cock stiffening inside my still wet pussy.