Kara woke in her bed in the middle of the afternoon and stretched like a cat, a contented smile on her face. She sighed to herself and took inventory of her body. Her lips felt bruised and swollen. The long muscles of her arms and especially her legs were sore. Her stomach felt like she'd spent hours doing abdominal exercises. Her sex ached from both Kyle's oral skills and the second pounding he had given her. She shook her head at her own behavior. She realized she had compartmentalized his behavior of the day before as aberrant. It wasn't like him, or so she told herself. Of course she had known he desired her before he took her in his office, but being so forceable with her seemed out of character. Unfortunately for her, or perhaps fortunately, her second thoughts were telling her that she did not in fact know him well enough to know if his behavior yesterday was out of character or not. Intellectually she knew she was being far too forgiving. But she really liked him. He was so very... sexy. Hot. Just thinking about him was making her wet for him again.
She looked at the clock and noticed it was approaching 2pm and she was hungry. She'd never eaten the lunch she was preparing herself when Kyle invited himself in. Come to think of it, she hadn't eaten anything since breakfast the day before. No wonder she was starving. She couldn't live on coffee alone, much as she tried.
She rolled out of bed with a pained groan. As soon as she stood she could feel Kyle's copious deposit of come slidding out of her and down her inner thighs. She went through her closet to the bathroom to get her robe and clean up a little before having some lunch. Her eyes fell on the wastebasket that held her clothes from the day before and the empty Plan B box. She picked up the empty box and shook her head wondering whether the 'morning after pill' continued working when you had unprotected sex the 'day after' you took it. Kyle told her he'd take care of her, but she both didn't know what that meant and wasn't confident that he really would if it meant what she hoped it did. Why would he? She had the bad feeling that no matter how sweet his words, she was still just nice tits and a warm wet pussy to him. Just that thought made her start to cry.
"Get ahold of yourself, Kara," she muttered aloud. "Do not get emotionally attached to him. He's playing you like a violin."
She pulled her skirt and blouse from the garbage and tossed them into the laundry. No sense in throwing away perfectly good clothes. She did wonder what he'd done with her panties.
Kara went across the hall to her kitchen wearing only her robe and opened the refrigerator to get a cold drink. She noticed a white paper bag and took it out only to find it was a sandwich from her usual place. She vaguely remembered Kyle mentioning he'd brought her something. She looked in the bag and smiled. Sure enough, he'd gotten her 'the usual'. She unwrapped the sandwich and checked and grinned even more to see that he's even gotten it made the way she liked it. Which meant what? He was paying way more attention to her than she'd had any idea about before. The very idea made her tummy flutter in an unfamiliar but not entirely unpleasant way. She put her hummus and pita away and took the bag to her dining table to enjoy her sandwich.
On her placemat was a note in the blocky even printing she associated with trained draftsmen.
SEXY LADY:
I'LL PICK YOU UP AT 7.
She wasn't sure whether she was more annoyed or turned on by the fact he was telling and not asking.
After lunch Kara took a nice long bubble bath in an attempt to soothe her sore body. By the time the water had cooled she was feeling refreshed and more relaxed than she had in a long time. She took a quick shower to wash her hair and then thoroughly dried then moisturized her skin. Now that she was clean and her tummy full, she decided that the only thing to do was to take another nap. She hadn't slept much last night and the short nap she'd had after Kyle... . Well, she was tired. She set the alarm on her phone for 5:30pm, took off her robe and snuggled naked in her bed. She was asleep in a matter of minutes.
She awoke a full ten minutes before her alarm was to go off, feeling wonderful and well-rested. She got out of the bed, not bothering with a robe, and strode into her closet to pick out 'something sexy' to wear to dinner with Kyle. She idly wondered where he was taking her, but figured that no matter where it was, a nice dress and strappy sandals would be appropriate attire. She spent at least 30 minutes looking through her clothes before finally settling on a blueish-gray satin halter dress. She had bought it for herself last summer because she loved how the color made her eyes look like a stormy sky. She'd never worn it though because it was far too short and revealing for work. It was also impossible to wear a bra with it so she felt like her breasts were naked and on display. She was confident it would meet Kyle's expectations. She lay the garment, still on its hanger, across her bed and then took some time to decide if she wanted to do anything much with her hair. The dress was formal enough that she thought she might try something special, but she was hardly good at doing her own hair. She ended up pulling up a YouTube tutorial on how to do a French twist, but it didn't take her long to give that up as impossible. Finally she just pulled her hair back in a low ponytail and applied a little makeup to her eyes and lipstick on her mouth. It was just after 6:30 and she hadn't even started looking for her shoes yet when her doorbell rang for the second time that day.
Of course it was Kyle. He stood on her porch wearing his usual jeans but on this night he also wore a crisp cotton oxford shirt, jacket, and tie. She greeted him at the door with her hair up, makeup on, but wearing only her dressing gown. When she opened the door, he looked her up and down, his eyes lingering on her breasts. He let out a long low whistle of appreciation through pursed lips.
"I'm not ready yet, Kyle. You said 7 o'clock."
"I did say 7. But I couldn't wait to see you."
"Well, you'll have to wait...," she started but squealed in surprise when Kyle pushed his body against hers and planted his mouth on hers, pushing her against the wall that separated the foyer from the dining room. His mouth moved from her mouth to her neck, his hands gathered hers and pushed her arms up trapping her between his body and the wall, his left hand holding her by both her wrists, his right hand snaking down to the belt of her dressing gown and pulling on it, exposing her body to him. His right knee pressed between her thighs, pushing her legs apart.
"No, don't. Don't do this again," she cried, tears instantly forming and falling down her cheeks.
"I can't resist you, Kara," Kyle said, his mouth next to her ear, his right hand roaming across her smooth skin. "You smell delicious." His hand slid down her stomach to her mound, his middle finger found the top of her slit and she moaned. "I can smell that you are wet for me, baby," He started stroking her, his gaze locked on hers. He watched her lips part and another low moan escaped her lips. She saw him smile at her reaction.
"I wish you'd stop fighting this. Your body is aching for it. What do I have to do to convince that analytical mind of yours that it's okay? That it's okay to let yourself feel this? That you don't need to be in control of everything? That I only want to bring you pleasure?" He moved his mouth down her neck to her breast and captured a nipple in his mouth.
"Oh god!" Kara moaned. "I want... I want... Please..."
"And I want to give it to you. Will you let me?"
She met his eyes and he was completely still, waiting for her answer. She closed her eyes and took a ragged breath, then met his eyes again and nodded.
"But I'm afraid," she whispered.
"Don't worry, darlin," Kyle insisted before releasing her arms. "Just hold on to me."
Kara wrapped her arms about Kyle's broad shoulders and put her hands in the hair at the nape of his neck, holding his face against hers. Their lips met and their tongues slid over each other, both of them moaning their desire for each other. She felt him reach down and unbuckle his belt and then heard the sound of his zipper. He felt her shiver in anticipation. He pulled his hard rod out of his clothes, pulled her thighs apart as he lifted her up, bent his knees, flexid his hips and drove himself into her hard against the wall. Kyle marveled at her reaction. She came hard on his cock with that first thrust, her juices coated him and ran down his balls.
"Jesus, Kara," he said, thrusting in and out of her, enjoying her grunts and groans of pleasure. "Your pussy is the closest this sinner is ever getting to heaven." Their voices mingled in their pleasure, as he pounded her. The response of her body drove him insane with lust, her wet warmth yielding to him as he pushed in and trying to suck him in as he pulled out, her hips rotating around him with each stroke.
"I'm coming. I'm coming again!" she cried out and her body clamped down on his, triggering his own orgasm. He let out a long, low breath as he shot into her again. She let out a low moan with each twitch of his cock inside of her.
Kyle released her legs so they could hold each other up, each too spent by their climaxes to stand on their own. Kara was sure that only the wall to her back was keeping her standing. Kyle held on to the wall, his hands on either side of her head as they languidly kissed.
"You need to clean up and get dressed," Kyle grinned then kissed the tip of her upturned nose. "Otherwise you'll make us late."
"
I'll
make us late?!"
"Yeah.
You
. I was ready when I got here."
Kara's mouth worked in indignation, but no sound came out until she yelped in pain after Kyle spun her around and slapped her ass pushing her towards her bathroom.
"We don't have time for you to bathe. You'll just have to spend the evening with my come dripping out of your sweet pussy."
"But I... "
