"Would you like to come in?"
Sandra gazed invitingly at Henry from the open door of her apartment. She was breathtaking in her snug, black dress with her russet hair draped over one shoulder. Her dark eyes were wide and bright. Henry stared down at the beautiful woman and eagerly nodded his head.
Don't screw this up, he told himself. Be cool. Stay relaxed.
"Um...Er...Yeah!" Henry sputtered. "Okay, sure!"
Henry fought down the urge to punch himself. So much for looking composed. At least his voice hadn't squeaked like a horny teenager. Unfortunately, the sultry smile playing over Sandra's lips was causing his cock to swell up with alarming eagerness.
Henry kept himself from wincing or making any motion that might draw attention to the expanding bulge below his belt. He felt relief when Sandra turned away without seeming to notice, her hips swaying in her dress as she walked inside her apartment.
Get control of yourself for fuck's sake! Henry berated himself, running a hand through his dark blonde hair.
He clenched his fists, his tall frame tensing with muscles grown firm after he had decided to get back to regular bike rides and wall-climbing workouts at the gym. Henry wished for one of those cold gym showers right now. He used the thought of a locker room full of guys to help reign in his erection enough for him to follow Sandra through the door. But he forcibly kept his eyes away from the tempting sight of her smoothly rolling buttocks inside the tight confines of her dress.
Do not screw this up, Henry reminded himself again, not now.
Saying his first date with Sandra had gone well was like saying buying a million dollar winning lottery ticket was a mildly pleasant surprise. Henry had met Sandra in a strange, little chat room called Somnium where people discussed odd dreams they had been having.
Henry had been trying to decide whether he should confess about the disturbingly erotic dreams, which had been haunting him when he had made a connection with one of the chat room denizens named WitchWay425.
A few private messages had turned into a series of lengthy and increasingly intimate chats. Soon they had progressed to voice chat, and their conversations together had gone on all night. It was not long before they exchanged real names and online profiles.
Henry had been almost as thrilled to learn they lived near each as he had been to learn WitchWay425's real name was Sandra and she truly was a woman. Henry did not recall which one of them had finally suggested meeting for a date. All he remembered was a sense of elation, nervousness, and excitement.
He had been on his share of dates with people he had met online, and they had been a mixed bag ranging from decent to outright disasters. His evening with Sandra, however, had been amazing. And not only because Henry hadn't managed to put his foot in mouth or make an ass of himself. He had found himself wonderfully relaxed around Sandra, and none of his usual verbal clumsiness had come stumbling out.
They had not gone to the movie theater like they planned. Instead the two of them had ended up at the restaurant the whole evening simply talking, not even realizing when the place was closing. Henry could not remember having a better evening in another person's company.
He'd walked Sandra back to her apartment, offering her his jacket against the night's chill. They had been deep in earnest conversation, and the next thing Henry knew, he had walked with her up to the floor where she lived. Trying to be a gentlemen, he had decided he wasn't going to try to kiss her in case she wanted to take things slow.
Only now he was inside her apartment and Sandra was looking coyly over her shoulder in a way that drove any thoughts of men's locker rooms from Henry's mind.
Her apartment was simply furnished and comfortably disheveled. There appeared to have been some effort to straighten up the place, but it was no mistaking it for the home of a neat-freak. The apartment was exactly what Henry had expected, and that delightful feeling of alluring familiarity had been something he had experienced throughout his whole evening with the lovely, dark-haired woman
Sandra was walking over to the small fireplace on one wall of the apartment. She leaned over to ignite it with the click of a lighter. She was bending over at her waist and positioned with her back straight toward Henry. The result was a stunning view her sexy derriere outlined under the stretched fabric of her black dress.
Henry gritted his teeth as his cock surged again. This time, he was unable to stop his organ from swelling up hard and throbbing inside his pants. Henry had been struggling with his arousal all night. The physical attraction he felt the moment he had met Sandra in person had been profound. It hadn't helped that her dress was cut low enough to show off her lovely breasts and snug enough to display the rest of her delightful curves. It had been a real challenge to keep his eyes wandering through the entire dinner.
Now that he had finally lost control, Henry could only hope that Sandra was deliberately making such a provocative pose before him. Any doubt Henry might have had evaporated when she straightened and turned back to give him a smoldering gaze.
"Do you want to warm yourself by the fire?" she asked, one of her hands suggestively stroking the fireplace's mantle.
That was too much for Henry to endure. Wordlessly, he dropped his jacket to the floor and moved toward her. Sandra's dark eyes glanced down at his rigid erection as he approached. She looked back up at him, her smile was filled with eagerness. Then she was in his arms, and Henry was holding her in the way he had wanted to hold her all night.
This was not the platonic sort of hug they had shared when they first met where Henry had tried so hard not to notice her firm breasts pushed up against him. This was an embrace of kindling lust.
He pulled her close, the soft curves of her figure molding against him while Sandra willingly pressed herself against him. She flung her arms up around his neck, tugging his head down, and her sweet lips met his own. There was no shyness or hesitation when her tongue slid into his mouth, and Henry responded by crushing her harder against himself.
He felt light-headed and giddy, the intoxicating taste of her tongue mixing with the intimate feeling of her soft breasts and thighs. Sandra let a low, urgent moan when she felt Henry's hard cock pushing at her. Henry let out a moan of his own when she ground her hips against him. He could feel the hot juncture between her legs even through his pants which were growing painfully tight and constricting with every passing second. His cock strained against its confines, and Henry longed to unbuckle his belt.
His hands, however, were preoccupied with running down Sandra's sleek back and sliding over her round buttocks. Sandra lifted up one leg, throwing her thigh so high it went around his waist. She reached back to grab one of Henry's wrists and pressed his hand urgently against her rear. Henry spread his fingers wide to grasp her buttock, and he squeezed Sandra's rear cheek while lifting her up to deepen their unbroken kiss.
The next thing Henry knew, Sandra's dress was being pulled down her body by both of them. The garment slipping down her curves to fall to the floor at her feet. Henry's erection surged with even greater excitement when he realized she was not wearing a bra, something he had suspected throughout their dinner.
His free hand slid around her back and up her front, running up her body until he cupped her naked breast. His fingers found her already erect nipple and lightly stroked the sensitive tip, causing Sandra to shudder and let out a sigh that filled Henry with an overwhelming lust for her.
He dropped his face to Sandra's breasts to nuzzle and kiss her nipples. Sandra was pulling at his clothes, and he was frantically tugging at his shirt and pants, unable to pull them off quickly enough. He gasped in relief when Sandra undid his belt and tugged open the front of his pants, allowing his imprisoned cock to finally be free.
"Yes Henry, yesss!" Sandra gasped, nuzzling his hair while her hand grasped the throbbing shaft of his manhood.
"Oh fuck!" Henry moaned back then he caught himself, worried that Sandra might be one of those women who did not like coarse language during sex. She did not seem to care, and she began to slide her hand over his cock.
"I...I have protection..." Henry managed to gasp, reaching for the wallet before his pants fell further down his hips and out of reach.
"It's fine," Sandra breathily responded, planting warm kisses around his mouth. "You don't...mmm, need it."
"Oh God, I want you!" Henry exclaimed, pleasure washing over him from her squeezing fingers. He kicked away his pants and shoes, and then they were dropping together onto the carpet in front of the fireplace.
Henry had a brief moment of surprise when Sandra used a single hand to rip away her black, silk panties with startling ease. But the startled instant passed when her hands slipped around to Henry's bare buttocks, her fingers digging into his flesh and tugging his hips between her open, parting thighs.
"That's it, Henry!" Sandra huskily crooned into his ear as she lay back onto the floor. Henry moved forward, and his rigid cock slid into her wet, flushed slit. "Yesss!"
Henry could only let out a wordless gasp of pleasure as he felt himself enter Sandra. He kissed her again on the mouth and began to move his hips, slowly cycling his cock deeper into her sopping channel with each motion. Then he began to thrust with greater urgency, forcefully ramming himself into Sandra's willing body with steady, hard impacts that made her lift up her hips to meet each one with an excruciating groan.
Henry's fought to restrain himself from losing control and pumping so fast he would ejaculate in seconds. The whole evening had been so perfect, he could not let himself blow it now, literally and figuratively. It was not an easy thing as he was assaulted by the incredible feeling of his penis embraced by Sandra's womanhood with her limbs pulling at him and her silken skin brushing against his body.
Don't screw this up! Henry thought desperately even as he nuzzled Sandra's neck and stretched down to kiss her breasts in a way he had discovered made her arch her back and moan in the most erotic way imaginable.
So absorbed with his inner, conflicting struggle between lust and restraint, Henry was unaware when the orange flames in the fireplace beside them began changing hue. The fire slowly deepened into an eerie purple-white, a color unlike any natural flame. The strange flight filled the entire room with deep, looming shadows, and the darkness in the corners grew and spread across the walls.
Henry did not notice. His face was buried in Sandra's neck as he heaved and thrust at her, and he did not see the unearthly, red glow that began to shine from her half-lidded, pleasure-filled eyes.
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A dark-haired man stood on the empty street outside the quaint apartment building. He looked up and down street then bent to examine the building's entrance.
