Wilson and Carla had been separated when she was still a child. She had no ready memory of him but he had looked her up and would see her on occasion as she would walk the few blocks home from work. The neighborhood she lived in was mostly apartments, so when he needed to move it had been easy to find a place close to hers, which made it easy to get a glimpse of her when he was out.
She had definitely blossomed into a luscious woman. As her father Wilson could appreciate how voluptuous and fit she was. One of the things that had attracted him to her mother was how athletic she was as a young woman. He could tell that part of her mother was something that she continued as an adult. After watching her for so many months, he found himself picturing her toned muscular body on those times he would jerk off in the bathroom at work. Of course there were the nights in bed alone. That is when he felt he could taste her sweet pussy as it drooled into his mouth.
One day out of sheer desperation (after he had realized he was behind her as she walked home) he accidentally on purpose bumped into her as she was walking. Stuttering an apology while realizing it was not her fault, Carla looked into his eyes. There was a warm familiarity, sensual not intense but enough to give her the desire to know him.
Strangely she felt the need to touch the shoulder that had touched her. She reached out to gently stroke that part of him. How could I be so interested in this stranger she asks herself. He smiled into her eyes and spoke gently that there was no problem and invited her to enjoy a cup of coffee with him in the shop that was just behind them.
The rich smooth browness of his voice was like the flavor of an orgasm... deep, thorough, cleansing, lacking in nothing. Her simple reply was.. I would rather enjoy your bed. Startled by her confidence slowly he nodded yes.
As they walked to his place he tried to make meaningful conversation but could think of nothing much beyond being between her generous strong thighs. Her hands lightly swung by her side slightly raising the skirt that would soon be off and forgotten. Her lips were full and moistened by the tongue that would momentarily be wrapped around his full hard cock. Her breath was slow and unhurried but would soon be ragged and gasping.
Her thoughts were rapidly becoming questions and doubts. Doubts about the passion that provoked this brashness. She is typically subdued in the beginning and not easily or quickly excited about the men she meets or sees. With this man she is comfortable but intensely turned on. There was the fear of not being who he might expect her to be after she was so bold to ask him to bed her. Her question was why did he feel so familiar, so like someone she had already let inside her warm wetness.
Continuing their walk to his apartment she slyly asked him if they had ever fucked. She wanted him but she wanted to know why the nearness of him had her wet between her legs and ready to suck his dick right there on the street. That thought made her even hotter. Stopping right there in the middle of the walkway, getting on her knees in front of him submitting to his thick hard cock in her mouth... sucking it hard.. making him weak for her...