Samantha and Me

Author's Note: This story is based on actual events. A reader asked for this to be written and offered a significant number of details. What he could not know I envisioned and "filled in the blanks".

PROLOGUE

I'm holding some pictures in my hand that I'm looking down at while drinking another beer. Damn, she looks amazing. The picture I'm currently admiring is the one I took of her standing dressed in a black bra and matching panties as she leaned back against the edge of a table where the computer sits. She was also wearing those black, high-heeled stiletto shoes. Her "come fuck me" shoes, I called them.

What an awesome body; those long, shapely legs, firm perky tits that were nicely sized but not too big, long flowing red hair that reached down to the top of her boobs, and those captivating blue eyes that I never wanted to stop gazing into. Okay, so maybe the picture isn't doing her eyes the justice they deserve, but I know I'll never forget how they look.

I'm still in a state of shock brought about by the messy breakup between Samantha and me. The betrayal is still eating at my gut like acid, an acid that no amount of beer can quell. All I knew at the time was that she cheated on me with some guy at her office named Maxx shortly before breaking things off with me. I didn't know much about how it had all gone down at the time, but along the way little pieces of the puzzle started falling into place. Here's what I've figured out. Maybe now I can put this all behind me and move on... maybe.

Samantha and I shared a modest flat in a small town outside of London. She worked in the city traveling by bus, which was a long commute. I noticed her habits had changed recently, mainly with her clothing, which had turned increasingly skimpy as summer had arrived and it had gotten warmer... the heat always did get her horny. She was a beautiful woman in her early thirties with an incredible body and since seeing her dressing as she was turned me on, I registered no complaints at all. Perhaps, in hindsight, I should have been suspicious as to what had triggered this change in her. Instead I merely enjoyed it.

1

Samantha smiled to herself as she dressed in a short black skirt and a red top which was fairly tight and low-cut with a sort of frilled/ribbon cut at the front that showed off her arms, emphasized her pert breasts, and left a slim portion of her flat lower belly exposed. The one and only time she'd worn this top to work the other girls told her she looked like a tart. But today she was feeling like one and wanted to look nice for Maxx, her cheeks reddening slightly as she thought of him. After getting dressed and primping her long red hair, she applied a slight mist of perfume to complete her outfit.

He called her "Sam," something she hated, at least at first. In fact she never cared much for him. He was always busy flirting with the other girls at work and rarely did the job he was paid to do. Samantha had been raised with a good work ethic and she despised his lack of one. When he turned his attention on her she shunned him at first but he managed to work his way under her skin with his good humor, which always had her laughing. Before long she found herself physically attracted to him

Maxx had a slender build and was taller than average, with dark hair. He was very confident and smooth, cocky even, with a reputation for being a ladies' man. Samantha thought it unusual that she was finding herself being drawn to him as she was. What had started as innocent glimpses and smiles and occasional jokes had evolved into touching. It appeared accidental to anyone who might witness it but it always sent a chill up her spine that hardened her nipples and turned her on, and they both knew it.

When he could see that she tolerated or even welcomed his flirty overtures, these increased in frequency and boldness. His ability to encounter her in rare moments of privacy were uncanny, and Maxx began taking full advantage.

The last time it happened he'd stepped up to her from behind, catching her unaware, startling her as his hands were placed on the sides of her upper legs and caressed them. She recalled the sudden wave of tingling heat that embraced her loins and had her head reeling. When he whispered how gorgeous she was she reminded him she was living with her boyfriend, which he only laughed at, telling her she was wasting her time. An invitation to a private watch party was offered.

"It's just a football game," she reminded herself as her body began trembling at the memory of how he'd caressed her thighs and the instant sensations of arousal that had made her pussy twinge. "Others will be there too, nothing will happen."

Nothing will happen, only tarts act like that and I'm no one night stand, I'm better than that, she thought to herself before leaving the bedroom. Bidding her boyfriend farewell she walked down to the station for the hour-long commute into London.

She was aware of the stares of men as she sat on the bus. They would think in their minds that they weren't staring, Samantha was sure of this, but they were more than obvious to her. She was accustomed to the male attention she always gathered by her mere presence, even more so now dressed as scantily as she was, with her legs and arms and a thin slice of her flat tummy exposed.

Feeling scandalous Samantha turned her thoughts back to Maxx, reliving the sensations of tingling heat that had filled her as his hands ever so lightly rubbed up and down her thighs, raising to the bottom edge of her short skirt, even lifting it slightly so his palms could extend higher up her quivering legs. Chills were running up her spine at the memory, one she had to shake out of her head as she felt her nipples under the sexy top expanding with feminine excitement.

"Nothing will happen, Sam," she whispered under her breath as she gazed at the passing countryside before realizing that she'd called herself by the name that he called her, the name she had always before hated as she thought it one that a tart would be referred to as.

The harder she tried to think of other things the more aware she became of the throbbing of her swollen nipples. Added to this was a vague tingling deep within her pussy, a slight ache of need that thoughts of Maxx had inspired by his erotic touching only a few days earlier. These sensations of arousal stayed with her for the entire length of her journey as she waged a mental battle of how the remainder of that day might turn out. She knew he'd be chasing her, but would she have the will to resist?

2

As she walked down the street toward the address Maxx had given her and approached the bar, she hesitated mid-step before looking down at the slip of paper in her hand and verified the address. Was she the victim of one of Maxx's jokes? He played games with the girls at work sometimes, but never this cruel. All indications were that the bar was closed... until she spied some movement within.

This prompted her to check the door and several conversations greeted her as it opened. Maxx, who'd been sitting at a table with several others to her right, got up and waved.

"Sam, over here, saved you a spot," he called out.

After they approached one another he stood to her right, his left hand automatically reaching around her slender waist, his palm finding the rim of bare skin just above her skirt. Samantha pretended not to notice as he gently caressed her lower back while walking her to the table and helping her to get seated on a bench seat between him and the wall. Two of his mates were across the table, and another eight or so people occupied adjacent booths. All of them were staring at her over their bottles of beer.

"I thought Maxx had been pulling one over on us, but you are a real beauty after all," one of the guys across the table commented as his gaze lowered to her perky breasts, the top halves of which were exposed for all to admire.

She gestured her acknowledgement and Maxx quickly returned, handing her a bottle of beer while settling down beside her.

"This place looks closed," she said.

Maxx grinned. "It is. I know a guy who knows the owner, let us have it for the game. So there won't be anyone joining us unexpectedly," he added with an enticing wink.

There were several flat-screen monitors mounted to the wall in carefully selected areas to allow all of the patrons, regardless of their seat, to be able to see and enjoy sporting events. The game started up within a few minutes of her arrival and the casual conversations fell silent as the group's attention was drawn to the monitors.

It wasn't long before Maxx's hand was reaching under the table and settled on top of her left upper leg as his mates were distracted. Samantha briefly thought of her boyfriend whom she'd been living with for the past several years and knew that allowing Maxx to take liberties with her was wrong. But there was also a part of her that yearned for the excitement of a new relationship, even if it might not last. Besides, she reasoned, he'll never find out if she doesn't tell him.

Swallowing down her guilt with a chug of beer, she watched the game while the stirrings of arousal returned in response to the light, gentle touching of his hand that slowly traveled from her knee up to the bottom edge of the skirt, flirting with the skin underneath. The skirt was quite loose and Maxx's hand easily stole caresses of her leg underneath all the way up to the edge of her panties.

There were a lot of shouts of excitement followed by groans of frustration as the players attempted goals that were blocked. Samantha joined in with the enthusiasm of the group while also being aware of the growing heat in her loins and the aching of her stiff nipples. Several times one of the guys moved behind the bar and returned with fresh bottles of beer, and she soon had a nice, relaxing buzz that lubricated her feelings of budding excitement.

At one point in the game, on a penalty, their team finally scored. Everyone jumped up shouting and cheering, and at one point Maxx turned to Sam and gave her a long kiss on her sweet, cherry-painted lips. She was so stunned that she reacted out of instinct, kissing him back as fervently as he was kissing her. At the same time she felt a hand clutching a perky breast through her top and giving it a few intimate squeezes. The erotic touching suddenly jumpstarted her arousal and it spiked until the moment ended, leaving her weak and trembling in its wake.

Feeling the need to escape Maxx for a few moments of privacy she asked, "Where's the loo?"

After being pointed in the right direction she walked down a hallway and into the restroom. After regaining her composure she left, only to see Maxx sitting at another booth beside a blonde-haired woman Samantha hadn't noticed before.

Good, let him chase her and leave me be, she thought to herself while at the same time feeling a twinge of jealousy rearing up. Thrusting her chest forward she headed toward the bar, feeling a sudden need for something stronger than a bottle of beer. When Maxx looked up and saw her approaching he returned his full attention to the blonde as if wanting Sam to notice his attention being lavished upon another woman. One of his hands, she noticed, was under the table, leaving her to wonder what he might be doing with it. The heat in her loins that had since left returned once more.

He said something and everyone at the table broke out into raucous laughter. Maxx was being his usual self, she noticed, and suddenly felt left out while wondering what the joke had been. Growing angrier, Samantha refused to acknowledge him and walked straight past, asking for a shot from one of Maxx's mates briefly playing bartender and quickly downed it.

Many of the guys suddenly roared with a loud cheer when their team blocked the opposing team's attempt at a goal to even the score. At this point Maxx grabbed his beer and slapped hands with a mate at the table he'd originally been seated at, leaving the blonde alone. Instead of joining Maxx, Samantha decided to sit beside the other woman to find out how she knew him, and how well.

"You know Maxx?" Samantha asked while trying not to appear jealous or overly interested.

But the blonde knew otherwise, who gave a chuckle as she looked the competition over. "All the girls know Maxx. What's you connection?"

"We work at the same place, but in different sections," Samantha answered. "What about you?"

"He's my boyfriend's mate," the blonde explained. "Well, ex-boyfriend now."

"Because of Maxx."

The smile on the blonde's face widened into a naughty grin before she chuckled guiltily, drawing the bottle to her lips for a sip before placing it back down again. "Of course. Name's Gina, by the way."

"Sam," the other offered before correcting herself. "Samantha, I mean. Are you and Maxx still, you know..."

Her shoulders shrugged slightly. "It lasted, oh, a month or so. He doesn't stay with a girl for long, it's the chase he likes, and playing his mind games. Every now and then he starts to sniff again."

It was Samantha's turn to smile. "And you give him what he wants."

Gina folded her arms on the table and looked directly into Samantha's blue eyes as if searching for something. Finding it she said, "Yes, and you will too, I suspect. Maxx gets what he wants from who he wants it from. You'll be no different."

"I have a boyfriend," Samantha spoke up, more as a reminder to herself than anything else..

Gina laughed aloud. "Yes, so did I. Makes it even more of a challenge, no? You're his type, you can't change that. You can try to fight it, but before long you'll be in his flat and Maxx will get what he wants from you."

Samantha observed Gina's cavalier attitude about it all. "You don't sound sorry."

"Sorry? What, for my ex-boyfriend?" the blonde questioned in mild surprise before a distant, thoughtful expression formed on her face as she appeared to be thinking back. After returning her gaze to Samantha she confessed, "He couldn't have been much of a boyfriend if he let Maxx get to me. That's what I think. You probably will too."

"You're so sure of this," the ravishing redhead responded.

Gina took another swig of beer, saw the little bit that remained, and finished it off.

"I saw your face when you got back from the loo," the blonde said with a laugh. "When you saw his hand under the table this horrified expression came over you for a moment."

Samantha rolled her eyes as if to indicate she could have cared less, but they both knew the truth. This was replaced by an annoyed grimace but it wasn't Gina she was annoyed by, but rather her inexplicable attraction to the man that both angered and aroused her at the same time.

"Alright, so what was his hand doing?" the redhead finally asked.

"He was playing his mind game, that's what."

And so are you, Samantha thought but didn't say as the answer she was looking for had not been provided.

Gina continued to look at her competition in a measuring way, trying to figure the beautiful redhead out as to what she might be thinking or feeling.

"Does it get you wet between the legs thinking what his hand might have been doing?" Gina teased. "It does, doesn't it? You can tell yourself otherwise but it does. Right now your pussy is throbbing for him."

Samantha shifted uneasily as she turned her eyes to the flat screen monitor pretending to watch the remaining few minutes of the game, all the while unable to dismiss the building heat in her loins that had her pussy juicy with seeping wetness. At the same time her nipples were impossibly hard and aching for stimulation. Gina noticed the swollen nubs through the thin top and smiled to herself, knowing she'd been right about her all along.

"You're worse off than I thought," Gina announced. "Go ahead, go sit with him. Or I will, but it's you he wants right now."

When Samantha made no motion to move Gina started to, but the redhead quickly got up instead and returned to Maxx's table. When he stood she scooted in. Gina smiled to herself when she noticed his hand moving under the table. It was the blonde's turn to be jealous.

By the time the game was over everybody was in a jubilant mood as their team had won the match. Conversations began striking up again as the small crowd relived key moments of the game and drank down their beer. Samantha tried joining in but Maxx's sneaky hand had worked her into such a state of arousal that she was very distracted by the tingling heat engulfing her loins and the wetness that was starting to soak into the crotch of her panties, to say nothing of her throbbing nipples.

When music began playing he grabbed her hand. "Let's dance."

She didn't have much of a choice as he pulled her from the booth and was suddenly holding her in his arms. Samantha hadn't noticed before but he was hard, she could tell as he made a point of rubbing his growing erection against her lower tummy. It was all she could think about as the rigid bulge eagerly pulsated, reminding the redhead of her own arousal as he teased her.

As their bodies swayed she could feel his hands on the bare skin of her back just above the skirt. When her back was to the crowd his hand moved to her front, sliding up to cup a perky boob, squeezing on it. Samantha softly groaned as the intimate fondling caused sensations of intense delight to surge through her trembling, weakened body. This, combined with the insistently throbbing bulge that continued rubbing against her, worked Samantha into an impossible state.

"My flat's not far," he whispered, and no sooner had he mentioned this than her head was nodding in silent agreement despite her better judgment.

3

After Maxx unlocked the door Sam entered, leaning against the wall just inside. Beyond the short foyer was a modest carpeted living room, and across the way was a hallway that led down to a couple of other rooms. Just as she began to visually explore her new surroundings he locked the door and was suddenly all over her, their open mouths passionately locking as tongues hungrily entwined in desperately erotic kisses. As Sam groaned into his mouth both hands wrapped around the back of his head, anxiously pulling them more tightly together as her ultra-sensitized body desperately clung to his like a ship-wrecked sailor to a floating plank.

The kissing was as urgent as it was deep. Tongues extended fully into one another's mouth, searching, exploring, entwining, thrusting. She was Samting from the inside out as his fingers pushed up the fabric of her blouse, raising it to expose the bra beneath. Her chest was heaving from her feverish breathing, nipples swollen, aching more than ever. She felt his hands forcing the cups of fabric up and exposed the pert mounds, hands grabbing and squeezing on the supple swells while also tugging on the rigid peaks. For Samantha this was bliss, getting what she needed as Maxx also was having his way with her.

The hands on her bare, silky breasts unexpectedly moved to her shoulders and began exerting downward pressure. Breaking the kiss he gazed deeply into her sparkling, misty blue eyes.

"Suck my cock, my gorgeous tart," he demanded in a demeaning way that Sam found arousing in an unanticipated way.

As she sank to her knees he loosened his pants and withdrew his impressively handsome erection from within his clothing. After grabbing her long red hair he wrapped it several times around his right hand to control her with as her brilliant blue eyes looked up helplessly. The left cupped the back of her head, roughly pulling her forward as his cock stabbed between her lips and inside of her hot, wet mouth.

She didn't so much suck on him as much as he fucked her mouth. With a rhythmic banging sound the back of her head struck the wall with each forward motion of his crotch. She made muffled moaning sounds as she eagerly licked and sucked on his cock as it rapidly slid in and out between her pursed lips. Saliva coated the thick rod as he rammed it down her throat, feeling his balls tightening up with excitement as he approached climax.