Amy's Fantasies

It was already 10 PM. The party had ended and the guests were already taking their leave. Amy wished the party wouldn't come to an end. She had a great time and felt so sad that she had to go back to her lonely apartment in Johnson street. What she wouldn't give to have a little company tonight.

As she made her way to the hall to grab her $4,000 Prada fur coat, she smelt him. That smell had lingered in her brain all through the evening. It was compelling and so masculine, completely irresistible. But she knew she had to resist... it was all so wrong. He was so wrong for her. She can't even think about it but she was left no choice. He has invaded all her thoughts.  His presence always seem to engulf her everywhere.

She turned to the direction of the smell, hoping to catch a glimpse of him again, a little memory for the night. There he was, standing in the middle of the library which door was slightly open. She perused him from head to toe. From the well chiselled face to the broad shoulders, narrow waist and slightly bowed legs. She licked her lips seductively as images of him wrapping her with those muscled arms and legs filled her head.

"Heading home Amy?" the shrill voice of Mary brought her out of her reverie. She sighed and turned to the petite woman who looked like a dwarf standing beside her 5.7 inches height.
" Yes, I guess so. You?"
" Yea, Brad wants to give me a ride home"
A pang of jealousy swept through Amy's heart. She wished she was the one who will be driving home with him and not this petite woman in her mid-fifties.
"Ready Mrs Morrison?" the deep baritone voice of Brad forced Amy to stare at the man who has been tormenting her dreams for the past two weeks.

 The moment he had walked into her office wearing that immaculate smile as his father introduced him to her as her new assistant, Amy knew she was in trouble. She can never work with him. He was going to be a complete distraction from work and her already planned dull love life. He had the charm of a perfect gentleman with a streak of  roughness which is displayed in his smoky eyes, giving him a roguish sexual appeal . She had wondered how many young girls would have fallen victim to his irresistible charm, hers inclusive if she gave him the chance.

 As the son of Kyle Harris, her employer and owner of K's Fashion Globe, Brad who was a graduate of mass communication had told his father that he would want to be in charge of the publicity of his company. He had only reported to the office once ever since their first meeting. This was the second time Amy is setting eyes on him in two weeks and he still had that electrifying effect on her.

When their eyes met, Amy felt he was piercing her soul with his fiery ice blue eyes. She muttered a hello and was about taking her exit when Mary's statement stopped her.
" Sure Brad but I changed my mind. I think I will leave with your father instead." she turned and gave Amy a knowing smile.
"Maybe you should take Ms Sullivan home instead" she tiptoed and kissed his cheeks and patted Amy's shoulder as she walked past her.
"Don't blow this chance"she whispered to her before Amy could protest.

After Mary's departure, she felt awkward standing alone with him in the middle of the hall. She didn't know what to say, plus... His musky scent seem to torment her. She shivered, adjusting her medicated lens on the bridge of her sharp-pointed nose.

"Cold?" he inquired as he helped her with her coat.
"No" she muttered. "Not really" she forced her body not to react as his hands brushed past her shoulder. His touch was synonymous to the touch of the fur on her white pale skin...only better. For a moment, as they stood watching each other, she thought she was going to do the undoable: ask him to make love to her. Can she? She asked herself. Can she take such a dare? It was a very risky dare which will cost both of them their career. She can imagine the headlines if the media get wind of their affair: 40 year old divorcee,Amy Sullivan,  publicist of top fashion designer Kyle Harris in a sexual tango with designer's son.
That wasn't a good image for her.

 "I think we better be on our way." Brad said, placing his hands on her back. Even though the fur coat was a barrier between his hand and her body, she still felt scorched under his touch.
Her place was a walking distance from the Heaven's  Way hotel where the annual party was held, she could make use of the exercise. Every ounce of her wanted this man badly and she can't wait to go on an adventure with him.
He opened the passenger's door for her and she slid into the sexy red Honda sportage. She felt the leather of the chair were a bit too rough on the edges, it tickled her exposed white shapely legs but she loved the feeling all the same.

They drove in silence until they got to her apartment. He helped her out of the car and even walked her to her suite which was on the second floor of the three- storey building.

She invited him in but he declined to her disappointment. She heaved a sigh and was about to shut her door when he grabbed her and gave her the most torturous kiss she had ever had. Her ex husband's kiss was nothing compared to this flaming kiss this young stallion is giving  her. She pressed her body to his, seeking for more room to touch him, feel him, taste him. He kissed her passionately while pulling back. His lips explored her mouth, teasing her nerve ends, wrapping her tongue with his, sucking, tasting all of her.

"I have always wanted to do this all night long." he whispered in her ears as he trailed kisses down her ear lobes to the base of her neck. Amy felt like a thousand sparks were electrifying her body. She felt weak and powerless under his touch. So vulnerable too.

 So this was what it felt like to be really loved. Her ex husband wasn't that good in bed. All he did was to penetrate her, thrust and climax. He never kissed her this way. She felt her glasses shifting and reached out to adjust it but he stopped her. He removed her glasses and stared at her hard.
" Your eyes are aphrodisiac. No wonder you hid them behind this glass."
In a fleeting second, he swooped her off her feet and carried her inside. The room was dark except from the shadows of headlights of cars driving past  the street from the windows, but they didn't mind. Sex was the only thing they could think of. He managed to find the couch and place her there. The tension in the room was getting higher as both ponder on what they are about to do. They knew their relationship will never work, it will be a complete disaster and there was the possibility that if they made love now, they may never stop.

"Are you sure about this Amy? I don't want you to do anything you will regret later."
Amy bit her lower lip. If there was any doubts in her mind, she had shoved it away. All she really cared about right now was to have this virile stallion in her arms.
She stood up, removed her coat, revealing the low neck black gown she had worn to the party. She watched as his eyes became smoky with desire. She was glad she had that effect on him. Who would have thought a 40 year old woman like her could have such an effect on a 21 year old guy.

She began to undress. Within seconds, she was stark naked before him. She saw him gasped for breath and smiled inwardly. His bulge was getting bigger and was very visible in the dark but he made no effort to touch her. He wanted her to come to him which made Amy admire him more. She loved his self-control even though she knew he wanted to touch her badly. She reached out to him and he grabbed her, kissing her hungrily, like a lion who has been starved for years. He kissed her lips, eyes, nose, ears, then back to her lips. She touched him too, shredding his clothes off his body, seeking to touch him too. He helped her out by ripping his clothes off his body.
" Wow" she gasped. "You are beautiful."
"Yea, but you are more." his lips descended on hers again while their bodies melted into each other. He stroked her erect nipple with one hand and used the other to trail her tunnel of passion. Amy moaned loudly, revelling in the new feeling. She held him tightly and scratched his back with her long manicured fingers.

He turned her so that her back was facing him, then bent her. He began to stroke her clitoris with his fingers while caressing her breasts. Amy bucked as she tried to contain the feeling. It was all strange and foreign to her. She could feel herself in the brink of climax but she kept holding on. She wanted to feel everything. Her juice kept flowing as if it had been bottled up for eternity.

He kept stroking her, muttering gibberish stuff as he watched her body redden. He then deftly searched for her G-spot which he stroke with high intensity. Amy couldn't hold back the release that sought to crash her sanity. Her  world burst as she climbed to the point of climax. Her whole body stiffened as thousands of fireworks exploded through her body. She could feel her liquid pouring down her labia but she didn't mind and his fingers were still inside of her. She felt an inexplicable and inexorable rush of ecstasy fill her whole being.

 As she turned to thank him, he carried her and placed her on the couch, he eagle-spread her legs and then licked her. Oh my! Amy couldn't believe she could still get fired up by that sort of intimacy. The way his tongue lapped  her clitoris made her feel so sexual. Then he inserted his middle finger inside of her while still eating her. Amy's pleasure knew no bound. He had just sent her to heaven. She wondered if he knew she had been dying to experience what he is doing to her. She bucked, pushed, jerked, seeking for a release from this torturous pleasure.

And without warning, he slid into her. She felt the tiniest pain. He felt her stiffen  and stopped
"Am I hurting you dear?"
" No, not at all."
"Ok."
Then he began to move, gently at first, giving her room to adjust to him till they found a rhythm. But Amy was impatient. She wanted all and more of him now. She began to buck beneath him and that tore the remnant of self-control he had. He thrust deeply and wildly into her, matching her own rhythm in a repetitive motion,  making her scream for more. The sound of their hips joined together with their moans produced a beautiful harmony.

Then Amy decided to do what she had been afraid to do  in her marital life.
She rolled over and straddled him. He was shocked at her attempt to take control and happy at the same time. He shifted so she could fit in well then allow her to ride him which she did wonderfully. He was scared that he might climax before she did but she managed to make him wait. Amy rode him like a lioness in heat, winding and grinding. Giving him the dirty talk as he thrust deeper into her, filling her in all the right places. Then she turned over and gave him the reverse cowboy style. She crouched low so that she can lick his toes while he placed his finger in her anus, spanking her lightly on her butt. They both fucked and fucked till their bodies was shiny with their sweat.

As Amy  reached orgasm, she clung to him, screaming his name, shuddering. That brought him to his own pleasure. He felt his seed pouring into hers and the thought of getting her pregnant fleetingly pass through his mind but he paid no attention to it. He moaned her name and closed his eyes tightly as the feeling of great satisfaction rush through his body.
They were so sated that none bother to move. They lay there listening to each other's  heartbeat.
"Amy, it's midnight. Won't you go home?"
Amy blinked her eyes and try to figure out where she is. What happened? This certainly doesn't look like her apartment and she was well clothed. Her mind was a fog now as thoughts and images flew in and out of her mind.
She stared at Mary who was peering so closely at her.
"You must really be exhausted. Let Brad take you home." Mary continued.

Amy stared at Brad, was about to ask him what went wrong when it dawned on her that she had been sleeping.
She looked at him as he helped her to her feet.
"You look very tired." he said
She smiled at him.
"On the contrary, I feel very happy."
He looked at her quizzically but she made no further comment as they walked down the hall, his hand on her waist.