Miss Godiva first noticed him on a rainy day when she went out of her building to get some groceries. He was kinda hunched under the awning of the shop next to her building. She noticed him because people usually went in or out of the pawn shop and to see someone loitering was rare. He was just standing there, looking expectant. She walked by him, unfurling her umbrella and, as she moved away, she forgot about him.
On the way back, she had a better look at him as this time, he was facing her. He was of medium height, had dark, curly hair, was a bit thickset and had broad shoulders. Something about him indicated that he was really strong. His face was nothing to write home about, but he had a pair of full lips which hinted at a voluptuous nature. He was standing just where she had left him, wearing a leather jacket, a dark t-shit and a pair of jeans. Just standing there.
Miss Godiva furled her wet umbrella and walked by him, unlocking the building door. Upon entering, she forgot about him again as she had a rather urgent phone call to make once she had changed out of her slightly wet clothes.
The next day, being rather warm, Miss Godiva decided to not wear the light jacket these days of spring had needed. She marched out of her home on a pair of silver heels, wearing a white t-shirt and a pair of jaunty lilac capris. Under her t-shirt, her braless breasts bounced and rubbed against the cotton of her shirt, sending little lightning messages straight to a place between her legs. Her lacey thong seemed to be rubbing against the same place. There was a gleam in her eyes.
As she came out of the building, she noticed the man -- he was there again and this time, like her, also wearing just a t-shirt with his jeans. He was talking to someone who had a painting in his hands. "Ah, he must be in the pawn business," Miss Godiva thought. Now it all made sense.
Maybe it was the nipples rubbing against the material of her t-shirt or the expectation of a sexy date later that day which had made her aware but, he kinda looked hot. "I bet he fucks like a bull," she thought idly as she continued walking to the bar to meet her date. She hoped her date would fuck her like a bull! She so desperately needed a good fuck! It had been days since the last one and she was feeling quite horny!
Her date was a disaster! He didn't look at all like his dating profile, had grey teeth and kept on looking at her boobs and stuttering. She could almost see the drool running down his lips -- ugh! She downed a glass of wine as fast as politely possible and said that, unfortunately, she had to leave as she was awaiting a packet from the post. "Oh," he said, looking disappointed. She signalled to the waiter for the bill and waited impatiently for it to come. When it came, her date rushed to pay it but, not wanting to be beholden and to a terrible date at that, she took out a crisp 5€ note and laid it down on the table and got up. And almost bolted out of the bar, not caring to be polite enough to let those wet lips kiss her cheeks.
On the way home, feeling so disappointed, an idea came to her head. Her pace fastened as she almost ran home and Hurray, the man was still there.
"Mmmmmmmmmm", she thought, her eyes gleaming again. He was now talking to someone who had a microwave in his hands. She brushed past him and almost dropped her keys in the hurry to put her plan into action.
Once inside her flat, Miss Godiva dropped her bag and keys on the lobby table, took her capris off as well as the thong which was rather wet and walking to the bathroom, threw them in the laundry basket there. All that anticipation of meeting her date and the proceeding fuck had soaked through the tiny material. Instead, she went to her room and opening the cupboard there, took out a miniskirt and put it on. She had had a shower before the date and been careful to not just moisturize her body but to also put touches of perfume at her pulses. And had even rubbed some between her thighs, thinking of some heady attention down there.
She then switched on her Smart TV and typed in the name of a porn channel that she liked. When it came on, she selected her being more than 18 years old to enter. Once in, she selected a genre that she liked, and sat down on her bed to watch it. Within minutes, her fingers were rubbing her sopping pussy in the way only she knew how to, and she came with a loud moan. That felt good- that felt so good, and it took the rather sharp edge off.
She licked her fingers -- her cum tasted so sweet. Leaving the porn on, she got up. She felt so sexy with her cunt still engorged and juicy. From the drawer in the console under the television, she took out a packet of regular sized condoms and threw them on the bed.
She then gave herself a quick look in the cupboard mirror and decided to renew the Fuck-me red lipstick that drew so much attention to her own full and sensuous lips. It was in the silver bag she had so carelessly thrown on the lobby table when she had entered earlier, so she went there and, looking at the mirror on the lobby table, touched up the lipstick and blew herself a kiss. She was ready.
