It all began innocently enough, a little flirtation now and then, nothing too serious. I guess you could say I always knew Sylvia had a dark side, but it was nothing to be alarmed with. Her husband was a nice enough guy, but they just didn't seem to go together. She was a green-eyed, red headed beauty and he was...well in a word plain. She was outgoing, friendly, and genuinely fun to be around; he was backward, shy and reserved.
Sylvia knew I missed home and would occasionally make a little goody for me. My absolute favorite was "Buckeyes" chocolate covered peanut butter balls. Our office had a little anniversary party and we all went to the bar to celebrate. All week long Sylvia complained that Doug was away for business and she was horny as hell! Jokingly, I suggested that she go to the local smut-hut and pick out a toy to help pass the time. To my pleasure, she informed me that she had all she needed at home.
Slowly our coworkers left one after another, but Sylvia and I continued to party. Shortly after the departure of the last of our cohorts, she excused herself to "powder her nose." When she returned, she had a cookie tin with a ribbon on it and a card. All the card said was "open if you dare..." She slid it across the table, with a look so sly that I just had to open it. The tin was filled with Buckeyes, layered nicely on wax paper; row on top of row.
"You dare," she asked.
"Of course I dare," I responded popping one in my mouth.
"You better be careful, I may have something extra in there," she warned with that smile again.
As the evening progressed we drank more, talked, laughed, and danced. Now instead of sitting on opposite sides of the table, she moved next to me, and fed me the Buckeyes. Each time she would hold it up, and ask "You dare?" With a drunken boldness, I would open my mouth and she would pop it in. Slowly the tin disappeared layer by layer. By now it was getting late, the bartender had made last call and folks were pairing up for the door. We both knew it was time to go, but neither of us were in any condition to drive so we hailed a taxi. It was at this point that I discovered that I was out of cash, but Sylvia came to my rescue.
"I'll loan you the cash, but we have to go to my house first, if you dare" she said mockingly.
"If you dare," I repeated warningly. By this time I was hornier than hell from our dancing and feeling that awesome body of hers. Up until now, I only fantasized about this woman, but now I wanted her for real!
We fell into the cab arm in arm, more for support we each kidded ourselves. All during the ride to her house she kept feeding me the Buckeyes with the same line "You dare?" When we arrived at her house she said she had to run in to get the money. She started to get out and stammered, "I-I need help walking. I'm more wasted than I knew!" Feeling chivalrous I got out and walked her to the door, opened it and went inside leaving the door open. We stumbled down the hall to the kitchen. She opened a jar full of dollar bills and handed me a handful, "Go pay for the cab, then come back in here, I'll make sure you get home."
YES! I thought to myself...you ol' dog you're in there for sure tonight. Hurriedly I walked out and paid the cab driver and strutted back in. As soon as I closed the door, she asked, "You dare?" There was a different tone now. As my eyes searched the unfamiliar surroundings for I nearly tripped on her shoes. They weren't there when I left, I thought. Slowly I walked down the hall peering into every corner looking for this Siren.
I found her lying on a huge bed. Leaning back on her elbows, dress nearly falling off her shoulder and a Buckeye resting on her inner thigh. I think for the first time, I truly wanted this woman and come hell or high water I was going to have her!
At 6' 4" I have yet to encounter a bed that couldn't easily climb into, but this one was high. The satin sheets and comforter only served to enhance my intoxicated induced awkward ascent. She laughed and again asked, "You dare?" Starting at her ankle, I licked a trail up her leg to, then past the Buckeye. Quickly she grabbed my head, "No, no. You're gonna eat it."
"That was my intent," I said coyly.
"No I mean this," and she put the Buckeye in my mouth.
Being so close, smelling her perfumed body, only served to further my drunken state. My head was spinning, and my ears were ringing. After what seemed an eternity, she pulled me on top of her and wrapped her arms around me and kissed me passionately. Her tongue darting in my mouth, as her fingers ran through my hair. Eagerly I returned her hungry kisses and thrust my tongue into her mouth. With each moment our passion grew, as did my cock. It was now becoming uncomfortable since my pants kept it pointing to my feet. I managed to break from her kiss and began to lick down her neck and behind her ear, while unbuttoning her dress front. Laying back she allowed me to work my way to the very last button.
