It was an attraction we couldn't admit to, but now, with my dick swimming in her delicious pussy, I needed to focus, and I wanted her to know that I was excited by the touch of her skin, the softness of her lips, and the scent of her mound.
We were wrong, and we knew it. Based on our history, we were supposed to dislike one another, and everyone thought so. Our dislike wasn't a secret. We argued, fought, then peaced up, more than once.
Between our intense bouts, her sexy ass would often friend and tease me in an up-close way. Her pussy was eventually meant for me.
She intentionally left the bathroom door ajar just enough so that when I walked by, I would get a glimpse of her goods. In the mirror, naked from the waist up, she captured my eye when I walked by, and I did get that appreciated glimpse. I wanted that muffin.
She was my fiance's oldest daughter, the one I fantasized about and masturbated to while looking at her sexy photos. We had a strange attraction to one another. It wasn't love or hate. It had more to do with unfortunate circumstances.
When Elise lived at home, she liked how I took charge of things. She also respected my living standards. But, when applying them to her lifestyle, Elise was not a fan. She was stubborn and contentious, and I was often unbending. Both being strong-willed individuals, we often clashed.
But there was always this magnetic attraction between us. Whenever I observed her sexiness strutting around the house wearing tight pants or revealing shorts, I fantasized about massaging that sweet bubble, caressing it, entering it, imagining her offering herself to me.
We'd had our battles. At times, intense. We might go without speaking for days. Finally, in the end stages of moving into a new apartment, she had come to retrieve more of her belongings.
When Elise asked for my help to put her new bed together, I wondered if this was her covert way of acknowledging and testing that attraction theory. I knew she had guy friends, any number that would probably jump at the opportunity to be near her sexy aura. I quickly accepted.
She answered her door wearing loose nylon athletic shorts and a V-neck shirt, flaunting small, perfectly round breasts, nipples visibly aroused. She had a body to die for and didn't shy from displaying it.
Elise asked if I could retrieve some boxes from her car before starting on the bed. "Sure," I said. In my sweatsuit, I came prepared to work.
Over the next 90 minutes, between talking, snacking, and half a bottle of Merlot, together, we assembled her Queen-Size bed.
During assembly, we shared light conversation, mutually excited about her next life phase, occasionally bumping into one another on the bedroom assembly line. Each time my dick would stir, and each time she took notice.
She is a good, well-meaning person. Due to her zodiac sign as an intense, secretive November Scorpio and mine being Virgo, we were astrologically a good match, apparently leading to our underlying boiling sexual attraction. In spite of our contentious history.
We bumped off the last of the wine sitting on the floor at the foot of her newly assembled bed, discussing healthy ways of eating, one of her favorite topics.
The entire time we sat there talking, she discreetly observed my semi-erect cock, while I sat, determined to find the spark, the motivation she needed to open those sexy, smooth legs for me.
Finishing up, we stood, clumsily bumping into one another, the new bed catching our fall.
Laughing, we sat up, and I immediately pushed her back onto the bed, rolled over on top of her, and our lips met, our tongues entering and hungrily exploring each other's gateway.
"The moment you opened the door, there was no way I was leaving without having you. You looked too damn fuckable." I told her. We continued kissing. My hands explore her soft, supple body.
"Why do you think you're here? She asked me. This pussy's been waiting for you. I heard you fucking my Mom, and it made me jealous. Your cock should be inside of me."
