Michelle's Adventure

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A chance encounter at the coffee shop changes Michelle.
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Part 1 of the 2 part series

Updated 06/08/2023
Created 02/22/2017
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It wasn't supposed to be like this. How did that happen? That's just not me, Michelle thought. She had just left the coffee shop, having spent an hour talking with a complete stranger. But he was gorgeous - deep blue eyes, sandy blond hair, beautiful smile, and an incredibly athletic build. Although he wasn't overly tall, maybe 6'1", he was fit with a build closer to a soccer player than a football player, lean muscles, virtually no body fat. She noticed his body but it was that smile and the way his eyes twinkled that pulled her in...

Michelle was raised along the coast of Colombia, a true Latin beauty. She was 5'8", tall by South American standards and a source of awkwardness when she was younger, towering over the boys of similar age. By her mid teens, she grew into her body with legs that seemed to go on forever, leading up to a tight ass framed perfectly by her tight jeans, her preferred mode of dress. Her breasts were smaller than average, only 36C, but they were topped by the most sensitive dark nipples. When hard, which occurred frequently given their sensitivity, it was difficult to keep them from protruding from even the thickest fabric so Michelle defaulted to wearing padded bras to avoid the embarrassment of people seeing her. Her long dark hair, brown eyes and high cheekbones on top of her 130-pound frame completed the perfect picture.

Despite her obvious looks, Michelle never really understood how hot she was. It might have been the awkwardness she felt as a child...or her strict Catholic upbringing. She had limited experience, having had only one serious boyfriend in her teens. And while she often had sex, it wasn't passionate or exciting. Her boyfriend was average size and more interested in getting himself off than pleasing her. Sex was more of an obligation than something she looked forward to. Shortly after turning nineteen, her parents split up. With little keeping her in Colombia, she broke it off with her boyfriend, moved to Los Angeles, met her future husband and promptly got married. She was only 21, but felt that she finally knew what true love felt like and settled into a typical marriage, having sex a couple of times a week. While it was good, much better than before, it could, at times, become a bit mundane. What her husband may have lacked in creativity between the sheets, he made up for in providing security in her life, something that she was previously missing.

You can imagine her surprise when her body began to react during her conversation at the coffee shop. She had finished her morning workout and followed her typical routine, a nonfat vanilla latte at the local coffee shop. It was particularly crowded that morning. As she flipped through her phone, she was interrupted. "Excuse me. Is anyone sitting here? I'm sorry to disturb you, but there's nowhere else to sit."

She looked up thinking she would give up her seat and take her drink on the road, but then she saw those eyes...and that smile. "Uh, no. I mean, of course," she stammered, "Please". As he pulled the chair out, he extended his hand, "Hi, I'm Matt. Sorry to crash your party." Michelle took his hand in hers, noting its size and strength. His touch traveled right to her nipples. Feeling them tighten, she was afraid that he would notice how hard they were, pushing through her jog bra and tank top. Her nervousness was obvious when she covered her breasts with her arms and fumbled with her response, "I... I'm Michelle. And, no, no party here." Oh, God, she thought. What is wrong with me? Why am I so uncomfortable? Matt quickly put her mind at ease by asking her about her workout. "Nothing like a morning workout to start the day out right and by the looks of you, you work out often". Michelle looked down. Her tight yoga pants highlighted all her assets. Although her legs were crossed, she couldn't help but feel the moistness building between her legs. Was he able to see right through me?

An hour later, Michelle looked down at her phone and realized the time. "Oh, no. I can't believe the time. I'm already late. I have to go. I'm meeting my husband for lunch and still have to change." As she stood up, Matt covered her hand with his keeping her from going too far.

"Can I have your phone number?" There was that electricity again.

"Matt, I'm married."

"I know you are. I just thought that we could grab coffee again sometime. I'd like to hear more about your workouts, since they are obvious quite effective." As he said this, his eyes traveled up and down her body. "I'm sure that I could learn a thing or two."

Before she knew what she was doing and in an attempt to rush out, Michelle gave him her cell number. Her head was spinning but she convinced herself that it was innocent enough, despite the fact that the wetness in her pussy said otherwise.

Before she reached the door, she heard a voice behind her, "Let me walk you to your car. There are some crazies in LA and I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if something were to happen to you". It seemed innocent enough. As they approached her car, Michelle spun around and said, "Well, this is me", but before she could finish the sentence, Matt pressed against her, trapping her against the side of the car and leaned in for a kiss. Before she could react to what was happening, his tongue had broken through and slipped into her mouth. His hands roamed down the side of her tights and slid around to her ass. She felt the weight of his body and barely noticed his strong hands exploring her body. As she gasped, her lips parted a bit more, giving his tongue more access to her mouth and he took advantage of it, plunging into her. After initially meeting his kiss, Michelle came to her senses and pushed back against his chest. "I have to go", she said as she jumped into her car. Clearly flustered, she needed a minute to get ahold of herself, watching him walk away through her side view mirror.

What just happened? As she put the car in drive, her right hand drifted down between her legs to feel the dampness. As it reached her lips and grazed her clit, she jumped at the sensation. No one had ever gotten to her like that. Coming back to her senses, she saw the clock on the dash and knew she was going to be late. If she went directly to lunch, she was afraid her husband my smell her excitement so she hurried home for a quick shower and change.

She pulled into the driveway, practically running upstairs to the master bedroom. After turning on the shower, she stripped off her tights and top. As the palms of her hands grazed her nipples, she realized they were still rock hard. The hot water felt wonderful against her tan skin. As the water ran over her luscious body, she contemplated what just happened. As she soaped her lean body, her hands again traveled between her legs and she realized how turned on she still was. Despite her conservative background, one that frowned on touching yourself, she couldn't help but run her long fingers along her slit. Thinking about the look of pure lust in Matt's eyes and his strong hands on her ass, she began to rub her pussy with more urgency, alternating between massaging her clit and working her fingers in her soaked pussy until she exploded in a powerful orgasm. Ahhhhhh! Oh my God!! Her knees buckled and she reached out to steady herself against the wall of the shower. Quickly recovering, Michelle thought "just enough time for lunch."

The next day, she tried to forget about her experience with Matt, chalking it up to a momentary lapse of judgment, when her phone beeped.

The text read, "Coffee?"

Not knowing whom it was from, Michelle typed, "Who is this?"

"You know who this is."

She immediately felt the dampness build between her legs, as much as she tried to fight it.

Then a follow up text said, "Meet me where we met yesterday. Same time. I want to show you a better place for coffee... one a bit more intimate."

More intimate? What does that mean? In an effort to maintain control, Michelle replied, "I have a class at the gym. I'll see if I can make it but I'm not sure."

"I'll be waiting. You'll be there."

What does that mean? You'll be there. What makes him so confident?

At the gym, Michelle was distracted. She couldn't focus on her class and kept returning to his text. You'll be there. Finally giving up on a decent workout, she went to the locker room, stripped off her workout clothes and went to the shower. As she walked to the shower, her towel covering her delicious body, she felt the wetness seeping from her pussy again. What is wrong with me? As she changed and fixed her hair, Michelle convinced herself that she would meet Matt at the coffee shop only to tell him that he needed to stop texting her. She was married, after all, and loved her husband.

Still somewhat flustered, she arrived, pacing back and forth, looking for Matt. After ten minutes, her anger was building. How could he do this to me? Who does he think he is, blowing me off like this? As she was just about to leave, a sleek, black sports car pulled up. The door opened. With the tinted windows, Michelle couldn't see inside, but heard his voice. "Get in." Against her better judgment, she did, thinking she would tell him what she thought of him. As she slid into the leather seat, her short dress slid up her thighs, giving Matt a nice view of her sculpted legs. She was blessed with the type of definition in her calves that most women would kill for. She scrambled to pull down her dress but it was too late. Matt got a glimpse of her bronze thighs. He simply smiled and commented, "Nice." She ignored the comment trying to figure out what to say next when he reached across the seat and put his hand on her thigh, just under her dress line and said, "I know a nice little place across town that I'd like to show you." As much as she refused to admit it to herself, his touch took away the fight. She allowed him to rest his hand on her during the drive. She only hoped that he wouldn't notice her nipples pressing against the fabric of her sundress.

Throughout coffee, Matt continued to flirt, telling stories and touching her often. This served its purpose - to keep Michelle on edge, feeling guilty for allowing herself to be in this situation but not being able to pull away. As they walked out of the shop, Matt took the next step. He wrapped his arm around Michelle, pulling her close to him as if she belonged to him. As much as she tried to will herself to break free, she didn't resist and allowed him to take control. As they walked to the car, his hand wandered down her back, not stopping until it found her ass. He stroked it as if to say you're mine. Although she knew it was wrong, she didn't resist, allowing him to play with her. What happened to all the anger? Why am I allowing him to put his hands on me? Why is my body not allowing me to push back?

After starting the car but before putting it in gear, Matt turned to her, grabbing her by the back of her neck and pulled her to him. By this time, her resistance was completely gone. As he pressed his lips to her, she couldn't help but open her mouth and invite him in. She'd given up. As he explored her mouth with her tongue, he grabbed her wrist and guided it to the front of his jeans. As her hand came in contact with his cock, she gasped. In her limited experience, she had never felt a cock so hard or so big. It was straining to break through his pants. As it dawned on her that his steel rod was because of her, her excitement grew. He broke the kiss and pulled out of the garage. As he turned the corner to head back to where her car was, he unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock. It was twice the size of anything Michelle had ever seen. As shocked as she was by his bold act, she couldn't tear her eyes away.

"Touch it", he said. Michelle was frozen unable to stop staring at it but not moving. Matt grabbed her hand and guided it to his shaft. "No" is all she could muster, feigning resistance as her hand closed around his dick. It was smooth, warm and powerful. Yes, that was the best word to describe Matt's cock. Powerful. "Oh my God", slipped from her mouth.

"Stroke it", he commanded.

Against her will, she slowly began running her hand along the length of his cock, reaching its head, then following it back down. It seemed to grow in her hands as she felt the heat emanating from his tool. As she stroked his ever-hardening cock, pre-cum began leaking from the tip.

"Lick it. I want it in your mouth. Now."

Michelle at first hesitated, so he helped her along by forcing her head into his lap. She had never felt confident sucking cock, but this dick was beautiful. She wanted it in her mouth. As her lips came closer, she flicked her tongue and tasted his pre-cum, the first time she had tasted someone other than her husband in almost ten years. As she opened her mouth to accept what she was about to do, what she wanted to do, he pushed her mouth down on it. It entered her mouth and forced its way to the back of her throat. Her tongue licked all the way to his head as she slowly allowed his cock to slide out of her mouth. Her hand replaced her tongue as it exited her mouth.

Her other hand caressed his balls as her mouth once again engulfed his manhood. She had both hands, her mouth, lips and tongue working on Matt's cock, but it didn't feel like enough. She wanted more. Knowing that someone wanted her so badly, as evidenced by that steel rod burning in her mouth, was too much for her. She greedily lapped at it. Small moans were escaping her mouth as Matt's cock exited her mouth only to be stifled when she went back down on him. Sucking a stranger's cock in his car in the middle of the day made her feel so slutty. Having always done the right thing, doing the wrong thing felt wonderful. To Michelle's utter disappointment she felt his balls tighten in her hand as he groaned, "I'm cumming!" Matt held her head down on him to be certain that she taste it. Although she struggled to swallow the seemingly endless ropes of cum when he exploded, she wanted all of it. Michelle never liked swallowing, but this was different, much different.

As she slowly removed her mouth from him, doing her best to clean him up in the process, a bit of Matt's cum slipped from her mouth and began to run down to her chin. In a day full of surprises, Michelle surprised herself once more when she lifted her index finger to her chin, scooped up the last bit of cum and tucked it back into her mouth to swallow every drop. The contrast of of her long, elegant, finger topped with her flaming red nail polish and his white, thick, sticky cum was highly erotic and did not go unnoticed by Matt. As they pulled into the parking lot where her car was, she was soaking wet. But she would get no relief. Not today. He leaned across her body and opened the door. "I'll text you later" is all he said, leaving Michelle confused, frustrated and the most sexually aroused she had ever been.

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