Liar Ch. 04: Lost

We were acting like kids at times. It was fun, walking through homes that were partially lived in while their owners were preparing to move. At a couple of the houses, we had childishly looked through cabinets and drawers. Mike made a few comments about peeking in the bedside drawers of the master bedrooms to see if any of the owners had left sex toys. We giggled at the thought and were shocked when we actually found one. He pointed the discovered dildo at me and waved it like a sword with a playful look on his face. I laughed at the thought of finding the thing and then laughed at the way he was toying with me.


I guess I enjoyed the sexual comments, the innuendos, and the suggestive humor. I wondered if he was like that with every woman or if he thought I was special enough to flirt with me.

Mike was busy looking at the kitchen cabinetry so I stepped into the hallway bathroom to look for a towel. I thought there might be a hand towel that I could use to dry off my face from the rain. The owners of this home hadn't moved out entirely so there was one. The walls were bare of any photos or artwork. There were no personal items or electronics either. But there were a few generic decorations, sparse furniture and a couch with an easy chair next to a rectangular wooden coffee table.

I sat on the couch while I dried my face and then ran the towel down my legs. It was only then that I realized that the skirt I was wearing was a bit flirtatious, showing off a lot of leg. Maybe I had done it on purpose, knowing Mike was an attractive man. God, subconsciously I had been flirting with him too.

I put my foot up on the coffee table to rest it a moment. I leaned my leg to one side so that I could reach the clasp and release the shoe from my foot. There was no real damage. Just that momentary twinge when you step on something the wrong way. I realized that Mike had re-entered the room and was watching me.

He asked if I was okay as he moved closer to where I was seated.

I told him Yeah, I just twisted it a bit walking up the sidewalk. I made some lame joke about being kinda klutzy,

He told me that he thought 'graceful' would be a more likely term from his view. For a moment I thought he was making an attempt at sarcasm but I quickly realized he was being complimentary.

He stepped over to the coffee table and sat down on it right in front of me. Shifting his knees to one side, he gently lifted my foot onto his lap and began massaging it.

I told him that it was okay. I even tried to pull away but he insisted.

He interrupted softly by shushing me and looked directly into my eyes. I have to admit. I melted a bit. His chiseled jaw and four day stubble was just more than I could take. I rested back on the couch and submitted to whatever he wanted. At that very moment I had already sinned in my mind. I didn't care about anything and whatever he wanted was just fine with me.

His massage was so relaxing. His firm hand was warm as he gripped the bridge of my foot and massaged the instep. His other hand gently massaged my ankle, his thumb rubbing up the back of my foot to the base of my calf. My body began to desire his grip. Thoughts of his firm hands gripping my ass flashed through my mind causing me to breakdown the barriers of our professional relationship.

Yes, I melted. I could feel my whole body just drip into the couch as my head fell back against the cushion. He knew it too. Through my nearly closed eyes I could see him grin with accomplishment. He took pleasure in teasing me as his strokes rose to my calf.

I found myself intentionally shifting my hips, bringing them to the edge of the couch. I felt the front ridge of the couch edge press against my ass. I rotated my leg so that my ankle fell flat on his lap, knowing full well that it caused my leg to bend and spread me open like a butterfly wing. My short skirt rose as I moved my leg, exposing my thigh to his view. And he took full advantage of it. I could see him gazing at me, tilting his head shamelessly taking in the view. It warmed me somehow. Inside my whole body tingled with the thought that he was looking at me as a sexual being. I clinched my teeth for a moment as it became totally apparent to me that I was getting aroused; and wet. But I didn't care. I let it happen.

I knew what I was doing and he knew what I was doing. His hands slid up my calf and he drew my leg to him and began to massage my thigh. I tucked my foot around behind his hip, gently pulling him into me. His hands explored my knee and his fingertips slid along my inner thigh. My mouth reflexively opened as my eyes clenched shut.

Laying there experiencing the touch of a man's hands along my leg, coming closer and closer to my most intimate parts, I thought of so many things. I thought of my desires that seemed to be more and more unfulfilled. I thought of my marriage that had grown routine and cold. Don't get me wrong, my husband is a wonderful man and I have no intention of leaving him. But I long to be desired sexually, wanted, and even lusted after. I know I'm not the most beautiful woman around. I get that. But even average people want to know they're desired every once in a while.

This man desired me. He wanted to fulfill my fantasy. Okay, I admit it. I've often thought about what it would be like; what I would do, if just one of these men I show houses to would make a sexual advance. It's the fantasy that I often masturbate to. Here I was, in reality, being seduced by an attractive man during a showing.

The sensation of the material of my skirt being pulled up over my hips shook me from my drifting thoughts. The cool air from the room rushed across my body. I opened my eyes to see him gazing at me. There was desire in his gaze. He gripped my other leg and raised it high in the air as he pulled at my panties. I grinned to myself as I thought how grateful I was that I had recently groomed myself. He tugged and bent my free leg to pull the panties off my foot, leaving them to dangle across my other thigh.

Letting go of my leg, I gently lowered it, spreading it open as I rested my foot on the opposite side of the coffee table next to his hip. He sat there between my legs, like a kid in a candy store, not knowing where to begin as he surveyed me. Then I did something I don't even regret. I spread myself open to him and arched my hips upward to let him see all of me. My heart raced so hard I could feel my chest pounding as I looked at his face. It was almost trashy the way I was offering myself to him. But I couldn't help it. I wanted to be fully exposed to him. Maybe I really just wanted to know if I was still desirable to a man.

I bit at my own lip as I waited to see his reaction. I wanted the touch of a man who wanted me. I was giving myself to him with no strings attached, begging him to go further. He didn't have to buy me or take me to dinner. He didn't have to make commitments or even tell me that he loved me. All he had to do was pleasure me.

I fixed my eyes on his as he drank in the view. The smirk on his face told me that I had already won and would get what I wanted. He was looking at me. He was exploring my intimate parts with his eyes as his hands slid up my thighs. He glanced up to see that I was watching him. Our eyes fixed on each other and we took in that moment as his hands slide even higher. I gave him an almost imperceptible nod, urging him on, letting him know it was all right.

As his grip slid along my thighs his thumbs were pointed down between my legs and his fingers gripped the top of my flesh. Growing closer, I could feel his thumbs reach my ass. His grip was firm and I could feel him almost gripping my pelvic bone. The web between his fingers and thumbs could be felt along my outer mounds. His fingers explored my pubic hair as his thumbs pressed inward parting my ass. The massaging motion of his thumbs against my ass penetrated deeply into my tissue, down to the very bone. I could feel my own breath become erratic.

Our eyes remained fixed as I felt the most erotic sensation of my life. His hands pressed outward, pushing my legs apart and causing my mounds to open wide. I could feel my own inner labia open and slightly gape as he spread me apart. I inhaled deeply and arched my torso. Without even realizing it I found that I was fondling my own breasts that were now raised high. My eyes closed and mouth opened to drink in the experience.

His firm grip on my pelvic area was driving me nuts as his thumbs spread my ass. I felt more sexually aroused than I had been in years; totally exposed to a stranger in broad daylight. The cool air rushing around my labia and even the odd sensation of his thumbs spreading my ass brought sensations I had never experienced.

The cool air of the room was soon to be replaced with the warm wet feeling of his mouth on me. His gaze abruptly ended as he went down on me and began to eat at me. His thick tongue penetrated me easily and curled upward as he drew his face up along my body. It caused his tongue to draw out of me and along my wetness to my clit. He dug at my clit with the tip of his tongue, causing me to become even more excited. His lips sucked at my clit, his head turned sideways to gently suck my clit in and out of his puckered lips. Each draw caused a shuttering wave of excitement to flow through my core.

I slid my fingers through his hair, massaging his head for a moment as he pleasured me. But when he touched the right spot with the right motion, I gripped his head and pulled him into me. I felt like I was forcing his face to grind into me. He didn't seem to mind at all. His hands slid up my sides as he buried his face between my legs. Within moments he was gripping my breasts as he devoured me.

I don't remember how long it went on. But it felt like an eternity and yet it felt like it ended far too soon. He slid back and pulled his arms from under me before moving forward into me. His hips pressed against my spread legs. My clit rubbed against the bulge in his jeans as he leaned forward and kissed me. His mouth was wet with my own arousal, salty and musty. But I kissed him deeply. His hand slid across my face, caressing me gently.

He came right out and asked. He whispered, "Is there any reason why I can't just fuck you good and hard right here, right now?"

Everything in society tells women they shouldn't want such aggressive, masculine men today. They say we should want emotional metro-sexuals and that we should despise the macho types. But the moment he told me he wanted to fuck me was the moment I realized that I wanted a man, not a wimp. I wanted to be fucked by a macho, guy who wanted me.

For a moment, I tried to sheepishly end it. I told him that I'd have to think about it.

He hesitated as our eyes locked, his face puzzled by my response. His furrowed brow and downcast expression quickly faded as he saw the wicked grin on my face. Either that or he realized I was feverishly tugging at his belt buckle, all but ripping his fly open. My reward for the effort was huge. He pressed his face to mine and we kissed as I worked the clasp of his jeans open. Our lips never parted as he helped me tug his pants down from his hips.

Then the warm sensation of his cock as it fell free of the material that bound him. He pressed his body toward mine and I could feel his fullness press against my sex. I gripped at his hips and pulled him into me, spreading my legs until they ached.

The vein of his cock pressed against my labia as he slowly shifted his hips as if dancing to music that wasn't there. The motion was making me so wet that I could feel his cock slide up and down along my labia. With each stroke I was internally begging him to thrust into me. But he seemed to enjoy the teasing, the toying and the anticipation.

Our kisses were passionate and fresh. The exploration of a new lover was making my heart pound with excitement. I turned to the task of unbuttoning his shirt as he tugged and pulled my blouse from my skirt that was now wadded up in a mess. We both grinned and fumbled at each other's buttons.


When our shirts were pulled away we just sat there enjoying the view of each other, as his cock remained pressed against my wetness. My breasts were bound still by black lace but Mike wasted no time discovering the center clasp that held my bra in place. He mumbled "I got this..." as his fingers tugged and explored the device for a moment. Seconds later it sprang apart and lay across my chest like a veil.

My stomach was in knots with the pent up anticipation of this moment. He leaned back, upright on his knees, between my legs. His cock lay across my clit with his head resting in my trimmed pubic hair. Reflexively I shifted my hips, enjoying the pleasure of his manhood resting against my labia.

He gently folded the cups of my bra back to each side, slowly like he was enjoying the moment. His gaze on my chest warmed me. This man wanted me. Sex wasn't a duty or a fulfillment of marital responsibility. He truly was enjoying me. I loved the emotional sensation of being desired by someone.

Cool air struck my nipples as he pulled the fabric away. For a moment reality set into my consciousness. It was broad daylight and I was completely exposed; barely covered at the midriff by the skirt that was crumpled up along my waist. I started to put my hands over my breasts, but he took my wrists and pulled my arms to each side.

He asked me why I was covering up as he leaned into me. The movement caused his cock to press again into me. My body shivered with excitement at the sensation.

I blushed a bit I guess. I tried to look away, but he took a hand to my cheek and pulled my face back to look at him.

It's just that its been a while since someone looked at me like a sexual being. I searched for the words to tell him that, my eyes looking upward in hopes of finding a way to express my thoughts.

That's when he told me he saw me as a desirable woman.

I tried not to cry. I tried not to react. But there I was, fully exposed to him.

He kept saying it. That I was a desirable woman. He even asked me if I understood what he was saying. Then he admitted that he had been flirting with me all day.

I started to pull my hand away cover my face with my hand, but again he pulled my hands to the side. He looked deeply into my eyes and asked if I wanted him to stop.

It seemed like an odd question from his earlier boldness. But beneath the bold exterior, he was gentle and loving. I breathily whispered 'God no'.

Still holding my hands to each side, my breasts exposed to his view and my legs spread around his hips; he shifted his hips away from mine. The head of his cock slid down across my clit and the tip rested between my lips. Gently, lovingly he pressed into me. I felt every inch of him as he slowly penetrated me.

His cock wasn't as long as my husbands, but his girth was so much thicker that my mouth opened and my eyes clenched at the feeling of being spread open. I could feel my eyes roll into the back of my brain as his cock head reached the inner lining of my body. From his kneeling position the angle was causing his head to quickly find the most precious spot. I could feel the ridge of his head rubbing at just the right spot almost as if his penis was perfectly designed for the sole purpose of causing me pleasure.

He fell forward over me. The feeling of his body pressing down on top of me was soul clenching. He was gentle and steady, almost searching for the kind of movements that caused me to react. Then when he found the right angle I reflexively gripped his torso, pulling him into me. He found the movement that caused my very core to shiver. My breathing became shallow and quickened as he took steady, gentle thrusts into me. I knew deep inside that he was delaying his pleasure to let me experience my own.

He had found a place deeply hidden in me that was causing a swelling sense of pleasure I hadn't known in a long time. The hood of his cock seemed like it was caressing my inner being as it steadily moved within me.

I burst into tears as the first wave of orgasm shattered my inhibitions causing me to groan with abandoned pleasure. I felt my muscles clench inside me as the wave passed by. His thrusts slowed to a more metered pace, letting me enjoy the moment. Then a wicked little aftershock shot through me causing my hips to squirm beneath his weight.

I could hear a smirking chuckle against my cheek coming from his lips as the second wave hit. His face was against mine; the warmth of his breath tickled my earlobe.


Gripping his face I pulled his head to face me and deeply kissed him again. His tongue thrust into my mouth just as his cock thrust into me again. Shamelessly I dug my tongue into his mouth, pulling his head into me.

The sensation of his kiss, the taste of my own arousal still on his tongue, and the feeling of his hard cock inside me sent me over the edge. I may have snapped or something. I lost all sense of reality.

Shoving him back by gripping his shoulders I could see a surprised look on his face. I'm sure he must have thought I was done with him after getting "mine". But my devilish grin reassured him that I wasn't through with him just yet.

His cock slipped out of me as he backed away. I sat up and for the first time got a good look at his erect form. He wasn't as large as I had thought, having only felt him inside me. But he was rock solid and begging for more.

I kept pushing him backward until his hips struck the coffee table behind him. My feet fell to the floor from their perch on the table around him. He soon figured out what I wanted and sat on the coffee table.

Kneeling down between his legs I shoved his knees apart. His balls rested on the edge of the coffee table and his cock pointed up at me. God, I've never done this before. I've never taken a guy in my mouth after he's been inside me. Guess I live a bit of a sheltered life, but by the time my husband penetrates me, we're about at the end of our encounter.

Yet I couldn't help myself. I cupped his balls in my hands and swiftly dropped my face down between his legs. His cock was swallowed as far as I could take it. It seemed to pulsate in my mouth as I stroked him. The taste of my juices on his cock drove me insane as I bobbed up and down on his manhood.

I could feel his hips moving into me with each stroke. Praying he could hold on for more, I slowed my pace. I wasn't done with him just yet. As I stood up I pushed him back even further until he fell backward, laying on the coffee table. His hard cock pointed to the ceiling, just waiting for final relief.

The sight of him lying there exposed and erect seemed to drive me to do things that aren't my personality. I stood there looking at his naked body on the coffee table. I could feel the panties that were still slung loosely on one leg as they fell to my feet. I shoved the crumpled wad of my skirt down my hips and let the skirt fall to the floor also.

It was almost like an out of body experience as something wicked took over. I literally stepped up. One foot was placed to the right of his hip on the table. Then stepping out of the remains of my clothing, my other foot stepped up to the other side of his body. I stood on the coffee table over him, looking down at him.

The smirk on his face told me that he enjoyed the view. So I went with it. I took slight, awkward steps to each side to offer a wider stance and better view for my lover. I'm not sure what I was thinking. But I reached between my legs and spread my labia for his viewing pleasure.

Maybe my eyes were closed at this point, maybe they were just rolled to the back of my brain at the erotic sensations of being a bit exhibitionist. But I remember hearing his gasp that caused me to look down at him.