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Meeting Eric
by Jaya (no address provided)
***
Kara has been fantasizing about a man she met at work
for 2 years. She meets him again at a conference she
was not supposed to be at... (MF, reluc, rough-sex)
***
So there she was, at a conference on Friday evening
she wasn't even supposed to be at. Her colleague had
an emergency call and dumped this one on her.
When finally the speaker wrapped he presentation up,
Kara moved out into the bar area. She saw very few
familiar faces when she looked around.
She needed a drink though. It had been a very long
week. She walked over to the bar and sat down. The
bartender looked at her with an understanding look on
his face. She didn't really hear him, but she must
have ordered a double martini, since it was in front
of her. She picked up her drink and felt her gaze
being pulled across the bar. It must have been her
subconscious, kicking her brain.
Eyes locked. It was him. The man she had countless
fantasies about. That one man that fit seamlessly into
her wild and brutal dreams. His confident, sly smile.
The flattering manners, even though probably
deliberately just a tad sloppy, that he carried
himself with. Those eyes that promised her everything
she could think off.
She felt instantly that she was not going to be able
to say no, in her mind, that many times again. He
never asked. He never went too far. He never stepped
out of line, still, she knew. She knew that he was an
artist in the way he tiptoed along that line of yes or
no.
Oh, she knew. He had been working her. Maybe not even
deliberately...
She kept looking at him, while her mind raced. She had
undressed him in her mind countless times before, as
she did now.
She envisioned him in just jeans and a belt, the
muscles in his broad back showing without him even
trying. She always had a thing for a man's back. Maybe
it was knowing he could lift her up, push her against
the wall and keep her pinned while having his way with
her. She wanted him to have his way with her, so badly
she could taste him. She could feel his hot breath in
her ear, his teeth down her neck, the strong hands on
her hips and ass.
She woke up from her daydreaming with a shock. She
noticed she was still looking at him. He must have
seen something in her eyes, as did the bartender. He
told her "well, beautiful, wish you would have looked
at me that way. I would have complied with your every
request."
She never paid much attention to the man. All she
could focus on was Eric. Pity though, she thought. He
was in a suit as well, but it didn't work for him. It
had no belt either, she caught herself thinking. In
slow-motion she felt herself looking at him and
herself, when he made his way over to her. It was like
a movie. She could feel her body screaming yes and no
at the same time from the top of her head to her
toenails. It was confusing. She wanted to while she
knew it might not be a good idea for her career.
It felt like she was 13 again. She had almost no
resistance. It felt like the deal was already sealed
the first time she even laid eyes on him, two years
ago. Like she had no say in it. That hadn't happened
to her in years. She had the art of seduction down.
She was great at it. She knew that for the power over
a man, saying no was the best way to get it. She had
powerful men willing to lick the heel of her boot,
crawling on the floor willing to give her whatever she
asked for in business as well as in bed. She loved
being able to mentally show them every corner of the
room, make them work for her.
Not this time though.
She felt she couldn't even try. Her mind protested
against it, while usually she as in full control of
it.
He was not a yard away from her now. Every nerve in
her body was strung so tightly and she felt on edge
like she had never done before.
Of course, he was going to say hi in a way that was
totally well mannered and innocent to a bystander,
while at the same time so ridden with tension she
could turn into a tesla coil.
While he stood behind her from an angle, he softly
laid his hand across her shoulder blade. She couldn't
help turning towards him while he said, "What a
pleasant surprise to see you here". His mouth ended up
not 3 inches from her ear, having that deep, sultry
voice piercing her brain. She froze and she scrambled
for a reply, wrecking her mind about how to handle
this.
Her body screamed for release. Her body kept yelling
at her to kiss him. To let him drag her out of the bar
and have his way with her in the parking lot for all
she cared.
She tried pushing the uncontrollable fantasies away
and think of what to say. It seemed like an eternity
until she finally opened her mouth.
"well, Eric," she said "indeed. I was not expecting to
be here either. My colleague had an emergency. I took
his place to not miss any vital information."
He seemed a bit taken aback by the formality she threw
his way. Still, like before, like what seemed had
always been, he didn't seem to give up. He always
found a way to make it worse in an instant and made
her feel like all she had to do was saying yes in her
mind. It always felt the choice was hers, even though
it was no choice. She knew she could not keep
resisting him. Not now, not ever.
Her body had already decided for her first time she
met him. And in a way, her mind had already done so
too. She knew it wasn't professional. She knew she
should be better than this by now. Still, she felt she
had no other option. She just had to feel him on her,
in her, with her. She had to know.
"I like your shoes," he said "but then again, I have
never seen you in bad shoes"
In horror she felt her right leg move a few inches.
Her knee brushed against his leg, while he was still
half standing over her. It felt like her whole body
short circuited. She couldn't reach her mind. All went
quiet and exploded at the same time.
He seemed without a care in the world when he leaned
against the bar with one elbow. She wasn't sure
whether or not he did it on purpose. So cool, so
collected, so in control. Unlike her. His move to the
bar made both her legs touch him now. She couldn't see
if he liked it or just didn't really notice. Or cared
about it.
It drove her nuts. With him, she was clueless. She
wanted him to make a move. Let this whole thing be
over with. Give in. She wanted to give in. But he
didn't help her. He never gave her the last push she
needed. So she found herself in agony, in endless
doubt, in endless struggle with herself and strung up
until the point of breaking.
It wasn't even thirty seconds that passed when this
happened in her mind. Not even ten, she thought.
She tried kicking herself awake and to be
businesslike, but only made it 2/3 of the way there.
She gathered every last bit of strength she had left
and pushed herself to look him in the face. She felt
like a deer in the headlight, unable to move or to
think, when she lifted her chin and met his eyes once
more. A jolt went through her. She scrambled to get a
sentence out.
"Life treating you well, I see? You seem without a
care in the world." She said, "but then again, I have
never seen you doubt anything."
Did that hit home? She secretly wished to hell it did.
She hoped she could see something in his face twitch
or move. She hoped she could finally find the clue,
the clue that told her he wanted what she had been
fantasizing and dreaming about for so long.
She imagined, -or did she?- him moving back a fraction
of an inch. He never budged though. "May I offer you a
drink?" he asked. Again, so well-mannered. Again, not
a clue. Not one.
Kara noticed the untouched glass in front of her.
"Thank you Eric, maybe I should finish this one first"
she smiled, "good thing I am not the designated driver
for once." The constant wrenching battle raged on
inside her.
"Oh, you did not take your own car? How did you get
here?" he asked.
"Old friend, he had to be here as well. He picked me
up from work" she offered, secretly wishing he would /
would not offer her a ride back. They lived in the
same town. Even if he did, she thought, could be just
his mind-wrangling manners...
Ugh. She would never know if he took the bait or was
just very polite and respectful.
"You haven't seen my car yet, have you?" He asked.
"Would you allow me to drive you home?"
She knew the car was his pride. So it could mean
anything. Just a shared love for cars. Kara felt
herself cursing in her mind at that thought. She hated
every second of it, while subconsciously begging for
more.
She looked around the room. Her friend Jason was in a
heated conversation and his colleague was nowhere to
be seen. They had no intention of leaving. She did and
she didn't, either.
She felt herself very slowly caving in, while the full
weight of disappointment over the possible –just a car
thing- rolled over her.
She hated what she did next. She acted before she was
thinking. She bit the corner of lower lip gently and
noticed herself doing it just after it happened.
"Well, my friend doesn't seem to be leaving anytime
soon. I would like to have a bit of my Friday night
left. Were you planning on going home?"
"I agree. Weekends are scarce. May I have your coat
ticket?" he asked. Without thinking, she handed it
over. She felt like a robot, not having any more
influence over her own body.
When he left to get her coat from the wardrobe, she
found herself staring at the still untouched Martini.
Kara picked the glass up and tossed the whole thing
back. "Fuck it", she mumbled.
Not soft enough for no one to hear, though. The
bartender looked her straight in the eyes, a tad of
disappointment in his eyes. "Have a good weekend
ma'am" was all he said.
No time to think straight. Again. Eric had returned
with her coat already. He held it out for her to slip
into it. She did and found herself giving him an arm
while she tossed her bag over her shoulder.
He opened the passenger door first. He did not walk
away though. He waited just behind the door when she
got in. Dammit, she thought. Hard to get into a car in
a charming manner. He closed the door, not to softly
nor too hard. Her mind and heartbeat calmed a little
bit when she was alone in the car that he was still
walking around.
When he opened his door and got in, she felt a shock
again. Her heart raced. She felt herself looking in
his eyes with a hint of expectation, of wishing, of
submission.
They sat in the car a while before he started it.
Nothing happened. They didn't speak. She felt a jolt
in her muscles when he laid a hand on her arm. "Where
to, my lady?" he teased. Or asked. She didn't know.
All possible answers zoomed through her mind, from a
hotel room to your place to Paris to home. She felt
she couldn't decide on an answer.
"Eric?" she ventured, wanting to ask him if this was
just a courtesy or maybe more... and then she didn't
ask. She felt he had to make his intentions clear to
her. Of course, he didn't. Or at least, not in a way
she would know what they might or might not be.
"Yes?" he replied, "what is it you wanted to ask?"
She tried again. Kara tried forcing her brain to
produce a sentence that could help her. It physically
hurt her to do it.
"Eric?" she repeated, cursing at herself "Why did you
offer me a ride?"
The car was silent. Seconds passed. Then he looked up
at her. Just looked her in the eyes. Those magic eyes
of his, the eyes that made he want to rip her jacket
off, push her skirt up and feel his hands on her. And
his teeth, his tongue.... She got lost again.
"A lady shouldn't travel alone at this hour" he said,
with just a hint of a sly smile on his face. Maybe
that was the one thing he could have said that gave
her a bit of control back, she thought.
"Why? Did you think that would be more dangerous than
getting in a car with a man you only met a few times?"
she winked at him.
He seemed to think about it. "Maybe", he said, that
same hint of a smile still on his face.
He started the car and they drove off in the dark. It
was at least a 2 hour drive.
She flipped her chair back. After all, it had been a
very long week and she was tired. He turned on some
music. It was triphop coming from the speakers. This
man was so confusing and the music didn't help.
They had to stop for gas, 10 minutes in. He turned to
her, while she was half lying in her chair, coat used
as a blanket. "You want anything?" he asked her, his
towering form almost over her. "Yes" she answered,
half daydreaming again, "but nothing that is available
in a gas station" She always felt so at ease in a car
she forgot who she was with and what was happening.
"What can I get you, then?" he asked, seemingly
puzzled. It was hard seeing his features in the dark.
Made the tension snap back into place.
He got out, filled the tank up and went in to pay. She
felt she had to adjust her chair and sit straight up,
but she really didn't want to. She rearranged the
coat, pulled her skirt just a little bit up one leg,
looking all still possibly accidental. She opened the
buttons of her suit jacket and opened an extra button
on her blouse. When she saw him walking back to the
car, she hoped he would at least at some point during
the next 2 hours offer her a hint...
She tried sneaking a glance at him, to see if there
was any reaction on his face. If there was, she
couldn't see it. When he started the car, she tried to
tune her body to the music and to him, without
overstating it. She let her jaw drop just a little bit
and she very slowly pushed her shoulders back, lifting
her midriff up. It could have been just a stretch...?
she thought, when she closed her eyes, begging him to
touch her in her mind.
She heard him shifting in his seat a little, eyes
still closed. Did it finally work? She could not
stretch the boundaries any further, she knew. Every
time she upped the ante, it was a risk. If he never
wanted her, she could put herself right out of work
then and there.
She heard him shifting again. She heard a deep breath
escaping from his mouth. It was late. It was Friday
night. He might have been just very tired. She opened
her eyes, slowly. She gazed out of the window, on
purpose. She focused her attention on her hearing.
Would he move? Was there any clue?
He made a sloppy gear shift. It almost seemed lazy. It
was like he could not be bothered to do it. That was
weird, she decided. He was driving so neatly, almost
perfectly correct. She heard him breathe deeply in and
out again.
She shifted her gaze from the window to the side of
his face. He looked back at her. To her, the air in
the car seemed to buzz with electricity. It seemed so
thick with tension she could barely breathe herself.
She let her shoulders back down, exhaled and tilted
her head back, mouth still slightly open.
He looked at her, looked back at the road and again at
her. She was wishing frantically that she didn't push
it too far. She couldn't make out his expression at
all. She hoped that whatever he was thinking wasn't
disgust, distaste or him just being tired of another
woman he did not want to sleep with throwing herself
at his feet. She wouldn't be surprised if he felt that
way.
Now he let out a really deep breath. When she closed
her eyes again, she could feel the car slowing down a
little and moving to the right. She heard him pushing
a lever and she noticed the ticking sound of the
indicator light. She knew this highway well. The exit
for her city was still a few miles away. There were no
shortcuts. The tank was full. There was no reason to
take an exit. She was puzzled.
The car slowed. She finally made herself open her
eyes. She found it hard to face him. Hard to look at
him. He stopped the car in an empty, dark, little
street. There was no light anywhere, no other cars, no
people.
He turned in his seat, looking at her. He took a while
to speak. "Kara..." he sighed. "Please..." then it
went silent. She looked at him, waiting. "I did not,
do not wish to give you the impression..." his
hypnotizing voice trailed off.
She tilted her chin down and turned her head, trying
to look at him with innocence and lust combined. She
knew she shouldn't push and ask him what impression.
It ached, it killed her, but she knew she had to wait.
She slowly pushed her right hip down, shifting her leg
over. She dropped her coat on the floor, making it
look like she paid no attention to it. She turned her
right shoulder up a little and stretched her midriff
up again. She kept looking into his eyes. She
instantly knew that this was the moment she would find
out if he wanted her as badly as she had wanted him.
Two long years, she waited.
He looked back at her. He didn't speak. It was so
silent the air was ringing. It felt like a deadlock. A
moment frozen in time.
Then the world seemed to disappear around her, when he
put his two thumbs under her chin, lifting it. His
strong fingertips on her neck, her face forced up to
his and locked right there. As soon as his lips
touched hers shivers went all through her body. It
wasn't a gentle kiss. It wasn't romantic. It was a
bolt of pure, raw lust unleashed. She knew it. He knew
it.
"Take me home with you" she panted, with the last bit
of willpower she could muster. "I have yearned for
this to happen for a long time. I don't want to spoil
it because of a stick shift in the way. Please?"
He looked at her, almost mad. He didn't speak, but
instead started the car and speeded off. It happened
in a blur to Kara.
When he parked, he had to gather himself before he
moved out to open the door for her. In the few moments
she had, then and there, moving fast, she pulled of
her soaked panties and tossed them in the driver's
seat. She wanted him to find them the next day and
call her again.
He never noticed her doing that. He pulled her door
open, got hold of her arm with one hand. It was a
tight grip, almost painful, but she loved it. He held
her as he tossed the car door. He forced her along the
driveway to the front door and pushed her inside,
never letting go of her arm. With his other hand, he
closed the door and pinned her against it.
He bit her in the neck and forced his knee between her
legs, pushing it up. She felt his weight bearing down
on her. He pulled her away from the door and turned
her around. With one arm around her waist, he freed
his other hand and pulled up her skirt to her waist.
She felt his hand glide between her legs. She must
have been dripping, since he moaned when he touched
her.
When his hand slapped her ass, she was surprised and
delighted. It glowed where he had hit her. He pushed
her up the stairs, one arm still around her to control
her.
When they got to the bedroom, he pulled her ass firmly
into his crotch. He was big, hard. He was panting
heavily. She felt like she was on fire everywhere. She
craved for him to handle her roughly, make her
fantasies come true.
"Take that off" he commanded. She more than happily
obliged and dropped her clothes on the floor. She did
it slowly, though, on purpose. Normally, she liked to
dominate, but this man stirred feelings in her she
hadn't had in a long time. She wanted him to do
everything he wished to her. He took his jacket,
shirt, shoes and socks off and put his hand in her
neck with force.
He slapped her ass again and held her in an iron grip.
He threw her onto the bed and while she crinkled under
his strong body. He held both her wrists down with one
hand. He forced her legs open with his knee and stood
between them. "Think you are the only one that can
tease?" he growled at her. He just stood there, in
full control of her body, looking at her lips. He
pushed them apart with two fingers and slipped them up
and down the line, just brushing her clit.
She twisted and begged him to go on. "Please, Eric,
don't stop? Have me any way you wish but don't stop?
Please?" He grabbed her hips and pulled her whole body
to him. When he pushed into her in one move, she
gasped. He was really big. It even hurt a little. She
felt waves of lust and agony soar through her.
He grabbed her ass and lifted her from the bed, almost
smacking her into the wall as he turned. He rammed her
against it while she wrapped her legs around him. His
cock slammed in and out of her. She bowed her head
down and bit his neck, his earlobe, while he kept
banging her. "Fuck me. Fuck me harder" she panted in
his ear.
Eric turned and slammed her back on the bed. He pushed
her up and got on top of her. There was no holding
back on his part anymore. He forced himself in to her,
holding her wrists down above her head. He pushed
himself up. In delight, she looked at him. His cock
wasn't the only thing that was rock-hard. She gasped
at his chest towering over her. He pushed himself into
her as far as he could. Kara could feel the full
length of his cock in her. She moaned and pushed her
hips up to feel even more of him. She could feel
herself reaching a mad orgasm when he suddenly
stopped.
He laid an arm across her belly, forcing her down,
when she felt his hand on her clit, toying with it.
"No" he said. "Not yet. You drove me nuts for a long
time. I want you to feel what that is like" She cursed
in herself at knowing he was going to make it torture
for her. This man had been a torment for her from the
moment she first spoke to him on the phone.
She felt his tongue and she knew he was licking her
everywhere but on her clit on purpose. She felt it
throbbing. He wasn't even tempted to play with the
piercing she had. Her nipples were standing right up,
like her clit. Her whole body was quivering.
He kept toying with her, his fingers, his tongue, all
missing her clit by a fraction. She almost cried by
now. As he tiptoed the line before, he sure did it
now. Just before a tear rolled from her eyes, she felt
his cock slide back into her again. She lost track of
time.
He grabbed her face and forced her to look at him. The
kiss he gave her was rough. He bit on her lower lip
and pulled it out a little bit. He let go of her face
and held her breast, pinching her pierced nipple
between his thumb and forefinger. She twisted and
whimpered under the strong body. He wasn't planning on
letting her move anywhere and she loved it. Kara ached
but she was begging for it never to stop.
When he was done pinching her nipples, he flipped her
over on her stomach. He held her down by the scruff of
her neck and opened her legs. She had at least one
trick up her sleeve now, she thought. When he was
sliding in and out of her, almost making her come, she
rhythmically pulled her pelvic muscles with all her
might, making her pussy as tight as she could. She
could hear his approval and seconds later she could
feel it too. He started banging her deep it really
hurt. He started to become erratic.
She pushed her fingers down her clit, knowing it was
now or not going to happen. He wasn't going to let her
have it without a fight. She felt the hot wave of her
orgasm roll over her as he grabbed her ass hard and
rammed his cock into her with all the force he had.
She screamed, tears filling her eyes. Her body
convulsed when he came inside her...
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