Roberta Finds Carlos

Mmmmm. She grunted and moaned as he played with her breasts while she pushed back into his hard cock. Her hands were alternating between fingering her clit and her rubbing her toned stomach and her tan skin was covered in a sexy, sweaty sheen as she finally received the hard sex that she had been craving for more than two months.

You see, Carla had just moved into a new apartment. Roberta was new to the neighborhood and her job as an account manager kept her occupied during the day. She had a really sexy, curvy body, one that strained the limits of her blouse at work, and she also had a supremely high libido. While no one could tell the sort of thoughts that flitted through her mind at work when she was dressed in a professional skirt and white blouse, she inspired only one reaction when she roamed around the apartment complex in tight yoga pants and a low cut sports bra that showed off her beautiful curves to perfection. She loved how sexy it made her feel to walk around and turn heads, knowing that the men were watching her with dark, lustful eyes every time they thought she wasn't looking. She never looked, but she knew.

Her daily rituals were always the same. She would come home, change into some tight comfortable clothes and do some chores around the house. She would make dinner, water the potted plants outside, check her mail, do her laundry, say a mild hello to anyone who walked by and sometimes join in an apartment social event. It took her a while, but eventually she made a few acquaintances.

Her evenings were usually the same. As mentioned earlier, she had a pretty high libido. After finishing dinner and completing her preparations for the next day, she relaxed in front of her computer, watching a few shows on Hulu, until she was ready for bed. She then stripped out of her clothes (leaving the curtains drawn, but the lights on) and hopped into the shower. She made sure to shave her legs carefully; her pussy was already bald from weakly appointments at the salon. She soaped herself up and massaged her boobs and clitoris until she hit the correct amount of arousal. She absolutely loved the process of using her hands to work up her body to the point when she couldn't help but release herself. But she didn't. She let the arousal stay while she showered, toweled herself applied lotion all over her curvy and sexy body. She made sure she didn't miss a single spot. Soon she would be rubbing her clit in circles and slipping a couple of fingers in while she rotated her hips. Sometimes she'd use a vibrator she had. It was nothing fancy, but she liked the alternate sensation it gave her. Other times she would watch some soft porn on her computer. After an orgasm, or two, if she was feeling especially horny, she would nod off to sleep in the buff and wake up in a pleasant mood.

This continued for several weeks, but all that self action just served to make her even more sexually charged. She started feeling a buzz of electricity each time a client's hand accidentally brushed hers when she asked them to fill out a form. She felt her clit throb when a colleague accidentally brushed against her ass. Her eyes even began wandering to the biceps, muscles and crotches of some of the especially good looking customers. She needed to be fucked, and fucked well.

Luckily for her, Carlos had been checking her out for a couple of weeks now. He liked her small mouth and you didn't have to be a genius to figure out what those eyes really needed. He decided that he needed to get to know her better. Frankly, he didn't have much of a choice as, sooner or later, his cock would have let him to do something about the situation. So one evening he worked up the courage to knock on her door.

She opened the door in purple, skin-tight yoga pants that stopped mid-calf and a matching sports bra. She had been cooking and cleaning the furniture so that you could see a healthy sheen of sweat on her midsection and chest.

"Hey. My name is Carlos, and I live just across from you. I've run out of butter and we need just a bit to add to the roasted chicken. Do you mind if I borrow a stick?"

"Sure, come right in," she said as she walked toward the kitchen. "Who is we, by the way?"

"Just my flat mate, Barry. We're living together to split the bills. The company doesn't hurt either."

Roberta smiled. She knew who Barry and Carlos were, and in fact had even fantasized about Carlos while doing herself at night.

"Didn't think you guys were the cooking type", she said as she opened the refrigerator to rummage for a stick of butter. Carlos was right behind her and her ass was just inches from her crotch. His cock twitched. Just as she found the butter she moved back into him and then closed the fridge. In doing so, she bumped against him and immediately realized two things: that Carlos wasn't wearing any underwear and that he had a nice sized cock that was beginning to harden. Suddenly Roberta started thinking about how much she missed getting fucked the right way.

"Here you are," she said as she put the stick of butter on the counter top. She had one hand on her hip and she looked up saucily at him. "Need anything else?"

Carlos laughed uneasily. "Well we could always use a hand every now and then. Do you know anything about cooking chicken?"

Roberta laughed. "Just baste it, add spices and stick it in the oven silly." She went back to the living room, grabbed a duster and continued with her cleaning.

"Will do. If you don't feel like cooking, feel free to come by and grab some."

Roberta couldn't help but glance at his crotch. She looked up just in time to stammer, "You know, I just might take you up on that."

Two hours later, Carlos pulled the chicken out of his oven. He didn't think that Roberta was going to show up, but nevertheless he had sent Barry off to a mutual friend's place and had cleaned and scented the apartment. He couldn't stop thinking about when Roberta had bumped her ass into his crotch and he figured that if she came over, she was going to make him stay for long as possible. Little did he know that Roberta had made up her mind very quickly that she was going to feast on that chicken, regardless of how hungry she actually was. She had been starving for some proper male company and she wasn't going to let this opportunity go. She checked herself out in the mirror and knew that she looked fine. However, the clingy pants were beginning to bother her and she felt herself getting hot and itchy in the tight sports bra. She stripped down to her thong panties and scented herself. She then rubbed some lotion onto her smooth skin and got into a black, low cut, tank top and a short, flared skirt. She skipped the bra.

She needed to kill another hour before heading off to Carlos's, so she watched some of her usual shows online. She even got onto an online chat room to relax herself a bit before her short trip.

Carlos was pleasantly surprised to see Roberta outfitted as she was. Roberta was, in turn, impressed by Carlos's cooking skills and she could tell he had spent some time tidying up. She didn't realize it, but she was feeling pretty relaxed.

Carlos popped a bottle of wine and she helped him put the chicken on the plates, all the pent up lust forgotten for a little while. There was the occasional brush of hand on naked thigh and fingers against crotch, but nothing more than some flirting to grease wheels that had already become quite oily. They had a fun relaxing dinner and cracked a few jokes while inquiring about each others' jobs and acquaintances. Soon the dinner was over, the wine had settled in and a lot of "accidental" bumping and grinding had been completed over the washing of dishes and neatening of the kitchen. Roberta was feeling a bit flushed and she had no intention of leaving anytime soon. Carlos took the hint and soon they were nestled on his couch watching a movie.

The room was dark and when a couple of characters got hot and heavy with each other, Carlos made his move. He stroked his fingers across her thigh. It didn't take much to get Roberta to sigh and soon Carlos had his tongue down Roberta's mouth. All her pent-up desire exploded and Roberta couldn't understand how badly she wanted him as she rubbed her hands all over Carlos's body and dug her fingers into his back. Carlos moved his big hands over Roberta's toned abdomen and under her tank top until he was massaging her breasts. Roberta pushed into him and soon she was sitting astride him, grinding her crotch into his as she sucked on his tongue while he played with her breasts. It wasn't long before both shirts came off and Carlos pulled her skirt up over her head. He slipped his hand inside her thong and started fingering her while she continued to wrestle with his tongue, all the while getting hotter and hotter.

Carlos's erection was soon making a tent under her pussy and she began to grind on it while pushing her breasts onto Carlos's mouth. Her pussy was slippery wet and she pulled down his waistband to free his cock and start stroking it while it nestled between her legs. He caressed and squeezed her soft dark breasts while sucking on her aureola. It didn't take long for Roberta to slip her thong off and slip down between Carlos's legs and pull his shorts off. She took his long hard shaft into his mouth and started sucking on it like she were a hungry toddler with her lolly pop. Her other hand was furiously rubbing her clit as Carlos guided her head with his hand. After a few minutes of enthusiastic sucking, Carlos got on the floor behind Roberta and grabbed her hips as he plunged his throbbing shaft into her wet pussy. She squeezed the carpet hard as she moaned and squeezed her nipples, wishing that he fucked her until she wouldn't want sex again for an entire month. She could feel him getting ready to cum as she pinched her nipple, but he slowed down. He wasn't ready to blow his load just yet. She begged him not to stop and soon he obliged her with her first orgasm of the night.

He then sat down on his couch, his hard shaft still dividing her hot pussy as she gyrated her hips in circles, bathing in her first orgasm while feeling the beginnings of the electricity that would have her furiously riding him for a second. She began slowly rubbing her clit in circles as she moved back and forth over his hard penis. He ran his hands up and down her sides and caressed her breasts while she soaked in the sensations of the hard long awaited sexing. It didn't take her long to get hot again and soon she was riding his shaft as a cowboy in a rodeo. She was fondling her bouncing titties while he guided her expertly onto his rock hard penis. Soon he had her turned around and braced against a wall as he fucked the daylights out of her hot, tan body.

It wouldn't take long before she wrapped her legs around him and squeezed his hard shaft with her vagina muscles until he lost a load into her. He then took her into his bedroom with is penis still into her hot cunt and laid her onto his bed. Her pussy was raw, red, bald and swollen yet looked strangely inviting. He got between her legs and she lifted her hips and put them on his shoulder. He expertly teased and sucked her clitoris, tonguing her labia and making her feel once more, all the sensations that she hadn't felt since the last time she had been done properly. As she arched her back and built for another orgasm, one of quite a few she was to have that night, she started to feel that she was going to like her new home.