Sophie had a pretty clear idea in her mind of how the evening was going to go. That was how she liked it - no surprises, no drastic changes to the plan: a Saturday night out with girlfriends at the new bar in town, "The Lime Tree". Wine, cocktails, laughter. Perhaps some flirting. She was certainly dressed for that – tight summer top over white lacy bra, short skirt, summer sandals.
But the moment she sat down on the high stool at an empty table and saw him at the bar, all thoughts of partying with mates started to vanish rapidly. She had reached the age of 26 without ever experiencing such immediate feelings of wanton lust. Until this point she would have said without question that she had of course felt animal passion deep within her at the sight of a handsome man – but there and then she realised what she'd experienced before was mere attraction. Here was a man, probably a little younger than her, that literally took her breath away. Tall, lean, with sculpted sun-kissed arms and a glorious smile that sent a scintillating shot of heat between her legs.
She shuffled awkwardly on her stool, all the while staring at this beautiful man who was doing nothing more than chatting to a friend and sipping beer from a bottle.
Normally Sophie would have swiftly come to her senses, looked away and checked her phone – she was the first of her friends to arrive and hated sitting on her own. But for at least the last minute she hadn't given anyone else a second thought. She was just staring. She felt winded by pure lust – it was an extraordinary feeling for her to experience in such a public place, but her heart was pounding, her breathing was deep; she wanted to run her hands over her body, gently pinch her nipples, slide her fingers under her thong. Better still, she wanted this mystery hunk to do it while she writhed with pleasure. Was it obvious to everyone in this bar how turned on she was?
The man glanced over. It was only for a second at the most, but she saw him look away, smile briefly and say something to his friend, before putting his bottle down and heading straight over to her table. Sophie's pussy moistened still further as he strode confidently over.
"Hello, I'm Zach," he said, producing that killer sexy smile that had her melting. His deep voice was intoxicating.
"Hi, " she replied, attempting to sound cool and disinterested. "Sophie." She offered her hand but instead he put his left hand on her cheek, gently cupping her face, before brushing her right cheek with his lips and kissing her.
This simple gesture was so erotic to Sophie that she couldn't help but let out a soft moan. The music in the bar wasn't loud and she knew she was offering herself to this man on a plate. She felt powerless. His cologne was wonderful, his touch so delicate - and yet his voice and body were so masculine.
At 24, Zach had been with enough women to know just by Sophie's stare that she wanted him. He would normally indulge in some flirting and ply her with wine, enjoying the thrill of the chase – but there was something about this girl... He felt there was no point delaying this any further. "Would you like to go somewhere a little quieter?" he asked – although it wasn't really a question. He took her hand, not bothering to wait for an answer. She just had time to grab her small bag from the chair.
It was only 8.30pm, still light outside. The air was sultry with the summer heat. Sophie didn't resist as he led her into a taxi and muttered something to the driver.
He turned to her in the back seat. There was no smile this time, just a look of intense lust that again left Sophie breathless. "You are incredibly beautiful," said Zach. "Come home with me." He cupped her face again, this time with both hands, and she didn't resist as he pulled her towards him and kissed her on the lips. He looked into her eyes, a look that was pure sex and she found herself moaning again.
What was she doing? This was madness, totally out of character. Ten minutes ago she was entering a bar to meet friends, now she was in a taxi with a stranger, going who knows where for sex. Yet she couldn't resist. Zach had her under his spell – and he knew it. He kissed her, passionately this time, pushing his tongue into his mouth. She returned the kiss willingly, running her hands up the side of his body. His torso was wonderfully firm. She found herself pulling up his tight short-sleeved shirt so that she could feel the warm flesh underneath.
Zach gently put his hand on her left breast. Even through the bra and top, he could feel how hard the nipple was. Sophie moaned again. He smiled and pulled away, checking to see where they were. "We're nearly there," he said, running his right hand down her stomach and on to her hip. Sophie instinctively opened her legs a little wider and he stroked the inside of her thigh. Sophie couldn't believe how aroused she was. She was just about holding it together but she was utterly desperate to be naked, to have this gorgeous man ravish her, and yes - to have him fuck her hot pussy.
The cab driver smirked to himself as he saw this young couple in his rear view mirror. "Around here any good?" he asked. "Perfect," said Zach, throwing a ten pound note to the front of the car. "Keep the change."
He grabbed Sophie's hand and led her to the front door. It was a pretty Victorian terrace, although it could have been an old shed for all Sophie cared. Evidently he only lived on the ground floor as his bedroom was the first room on the right as they entered.
Zach closed the door behind them and pinned her against it, holding both her hands above her head with his left hand. "I've never met anyone like you," he whispered, running his right hand from her throat, over her breast and down to her thigh. "Do you want me to fuck you?"
Sophie tried to gather her thoughts. 'I don't know anything about this man. I don't know where I am. I've never slept with anyone on a first date, never mind after one quick conversation. This is insane.' But she didn't want to resist. For the first time in her life, her mind and body were in the grip of pure lust. All she could think about was fucking this handsome stud – or rather letting him fuck her any way he wanted. "Yes," she said. "God yes."
Zach couldn't believe how easy this was. This girl was unbelievably horny, like nothing he'd ever experienced before. His looks had got many women into this bedroom, but he always had to work for it. He wanted to work for it. But this was something different and he too found himself alive with lust. He lifted her top over her head and involuntarily licked his lips at the sight of her stunning upper body.
He kissed in between her breasts, running his forefingers over her bra-covered nipples. "Rip it, please," begged Sophie, desperate to feel his warm tongue on her breasts. Zach looked up at her. "Just do it, rip it off," she reiterated. Zach carefully grabbed her bra in the middle with both hands and in one swift motion, ripped it in two, exposing her wonderful firm breasts for the first time. Sophie gasped. "Suck them," she moaned, hardly recognising her own voice. She was no prude but she had never ordered a man to do anything to her sexually. Zach obliged, swirling his tongue over her rock hard left nipple several times before taking it in his mouth and sucking. Pleasure shot through Sophie again and she moaned loudly. He reached up and began caressing the other nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
Then, while still sucking her nipple, he moved his hands down and pulled her short skirt down around her ankles. The glorious scent of her pussy assaulted him and he felt his cock twitch as it became even harder.
