It wasn't supposed to be like this. How did that happen? That's just not me, Michelle thought. She had just left the coffee shop, having spent an hour talking with a complete stranger. But he was gorgeous - deep blue eyes, sandy blond hair, beautiful smile, and an incredibly athletic build. Although he wasn't overly tall, maybe 6'1", he was fit with a build closer to a soccer player than a football player, lean muscles, virtually no body fat. She noticed his body but it was that smile and the way his eyes twinkled that pulled her in...
Michelle was raised along the coast of Colombia, a true Latin beauty. She was 5'8", tall by South American standards and a source of awkwardness when she was younger, towering over the boys of similar age. By her mid teens, she grew into her body with legs that seemed to go on forever, leading up to a tight ass framed perfectly by her tight jeans, her preferred mode of dress. Her breasts were smaller than average, only 36C, but they were topped by the most sensitive dark nipples. When hard, which occurred frequently given their sensitivity, it was difficult to keep them from protruding from even the thickest fabric so Michelle defaulted to wearing padded bras to avoid the embarrassment of people seeing her. Her long dark hair, brown eyes and high cheekbones on top of her 130-pound frame completed the perfect picture.
Despite her obvious looks, Michelle never really understood how hot she was. It might have been the awkwardness she felt as a child...or her strict Catholic upbringing. She had limited experience, having had only one serious boyfriend in her teens. And while she often had sex, it wasn't passionate or exciting. Her boyfriend was average size and more interested in getting himself off than pleasing her. Sex was more of an obligation than something she looked forward to. Shortly after turning nineteen, her parents split up. With little keeping her in Colombia, she broke it off with her boyfriend, moved to Los Angeles, met her future husband and promptly got married. She was only 21, but felt that she finally knew what true love felt like and settled into a typical marriage, having sex a couple of times a week. While it was good, much better than before, it could, at times, become a bit mundane. What her husband may have lacked in creativity between the sheets, he made up for in providing security in her life, something that she was previously missing.
You can imagine her surprise when her body began to react during her conversation at the coffee shop. She had finished her morning workout and followed her typical routine, a nonfat vanilla latte at the local coffee shop. It was particularly crowded that morning. As she flipped through her phone, she was interrupted. "Excuse me. Is anyone sitting here? I'm sorry to disturb you, but there's nowhere else to sit."
She looked up thinking she would give up her seat and take her drink on the road, but then she saw those eyes...and that smile. "Uh, no. I mean, of course," she stammered, "Please". As he pulled the chair out, he extended his hand, "Hi, I'm Matt. Sorry to crash your party." Michelle took his hand in hers, noting its size and strength. His touch traveled right to her nipples. Feeling them tighten, she was afraid that he would notice how hard they were, pushing through her jog bra and tank top. Her nervousness was obvious when she covered her breasts with her arms and fumbled with her response, "I... I'm Michelle. And, no, no party here." Oh, God, she thought. What is wrong with me? Why am I so uncomfortable? Matt quickly put her mind at ease by asking her about her workout. "Nothing like a morning workout to start the day out right and by the looks of you, you work out often". Michelle looked down. Her tight yoga pants highlighted all her assets. Although her legs were crossed, she couldn't help but feel the moistness building between her legs. Was he able to see right through me?
An hour later, Michelle looked down at her phone and realized the time. "Oh, no. I can't believe the time. I'm already late. I have to go. I'm meeting my husband for lunch and still have to change." As she stood up, Matt covered her hand with his keeping her from going too far.
"Can I have your phone number?" There was that electricity again.
"Matt, I'm married."
"I know you are. I just thought that we could grab coffee again sometime. I'd like to hear more about your workouts, since they are obvious quite effective." As he said this, his eyes traveled up and down her body. "I'm sure that I could learn a thing or two."
Before she knew what she was doing and in an attempt to rush out, Michelle gave him her cell number. Her head was spinning but she convinced herself that it was innocent enough, despite the fact that the wetness in her pussy said otherwise.
Before she reached the door, she heard a voice behind her, "Let me walk you to your car. There are some crazies in LA and I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if something were to happen to you". It seemed innocent enough. As they approached her car, Michelle spun around and said, "Well, this is me", but before she could finish the sentence, Matt pressed against her, trapping her against the side of the car and leaned in for a kiss. Before she could react to what was happening, his tongue had broken through and slipped into her mouth. His hands roamed down the side of her tights and slid around to her ass. She felt the weight of his body and barely noticed his strong hands exploring her body. As she gasped, her lips parted a bit more, giving his tongue more access to her mouth and he took advantage of it, plunging into her. After initially meeting his kiss, Michelle came to her senses and pushed back against his chest. "I have to go", she said as she jumped into her car. Clearly flustered, she needed a minute to get ahold of herself, watching him walk away through her side view mirror.
