Sophie's Room

I heard the door unlock and the security chain fall from its resting place. The handle turned and the door slowly opened. Sophie stood in front of me; a lonely and confused look covered her face. She took a step back as I entered her room and closed the door behind me. I stepped towards her and put my hands on her shoulders. We stared into each other's eyes, not saying a word. The glamorous woman that I had danced and laughed with earlier was gone. A very simple looking woman stood before me now. I saw the pain in her eyes from the neglect her husband had put her through, but I also saw the opportunity to get into bed with her. I brought my face to hers and kissed her. A moan of pleasure escaped from her chest as she kissed me back, and then, suddenly, I felt her hands on my shoulders as she tried to push me away. I continued to kiss her as she struggled to separate us. Finally, our lips parted as she turned her face from mine. She was breathing heavily from the passion she felt and the effort she put out to break away from me.

"We shouldn't…I can't do this Steve," she said looking away from my eyes. "You have to go. I'm married. I have two sons. I'm older than you. Look at me. I'm not even attractive anymore. I'm fat. I don't even know why I came to this stupid dinner. I should be home with my kids…."

"And your husband?" I asked.

"Now's my chance to convince her to sleep with me," I thought. "Say whatever it takes, Steve, and she'll spread those legs so wide for you, you'll think she's double jointed."

"Sophie," I said, trying to look as compassionate as I could. "He doesn't even know you exist anymore; at least not for the right reasons. You're there for him only when he needs you. That's all. And who ever told you that you aren't attractive. You're pretty Sophie. To me you're sexy. You know what you did to me on the dance floor. That wasn't your imagination poking you between the legs. That was my cock and you made it hard, no one else. And don't tell me that you didn't enjoy it You need me as much as I want you Sophie. You wouldn't have let me in this room if you didn't. Think. You know I'm right. You have tonight Sophie and who knows when another might come along. Don't let it pass you by. No one will know, and no one is going to get hurt. I want you Sophie. I want you real bad. And I know you want me too. Go ahead. See if you can convince yourself that you don't want my hard cock inside of you. It's your decision. If you want me to go, I will. But believe me, I want to spend this night with you. And you want to spend it with me."

Sophie stood and listened without doing or saying anything, letting what I said sink in. Finally, she walked around me and reached for the door. She grabbed for the handle and began to open it. I reached around her and slammed the door shut. Slowly, I locked the door and put the chain in place. She then turned to look at me, an expression of disbelief on her face. She opened her mouth to speak, but I quickly covered her mouth with mine. I pushed my tongue through her soft lips. I felt the warm, wet, insides of her mouth. She let out a muffled cry of refusal, but I wouldn't let that stop my intention of making Sophie kiss me back. She tried to push me away, but I held her tight. She struggled for as long as she could, and then, finally, Sophie's body began to react, not her brain. Slowly, her mouth and her tongue began to join mine in a wild dance of their own. Her arms, which had been trying to push me away, now slowly wrapped around me and began to hold me tightly. Her moans of rejection, turned into moans of pleasure. She was now becoming the aggressor. She began to kiss like a wild woman, trying to reclaim the lost years of passion she had endured through her marriage. Our hands began to roam over each other's body. I felt her pendulous tits as I put my hand inside of her robe. I was fascinated by how large and heavy and soft they felt through her slippery nightgown. Her hard nipples felt so out of place on this huge mass of flesh. Sophie, too, put her hands inside of my shirt, popping off two of its buttons, so that she could touch the warm body that longed for hers. Quickly, I let my right hand drop to Sophie's crotch. Frantically, I pulled her nightgown up with my fingers until I felt the hairs between her legs. I moaned with delight as I cupped Sophie's pussy in my hand. I searched with my fingers until I felt the lips of her cunt. I pushed them apart and slipped my finger inside of her. Immediately I felt the warmth and wetness of her hole. Not once did she object or try to stop me, as she too let her hands roam. Sophie dropped both of her hands between my legs and clumsily unzipped my pants. She dug feverishly until she found my cock. She held onto it tightly as she pulled it from its den; her grip was so strong that I thought she was going to rip it off of my body and shove it into her cunt. I knew that there would be no time for foreplay. The two of us were past that stage. We needed to fuck now.

"We've got to get to the bed Sophie," I gasped out. "I've got to fuck you now."

Sophie moaned as she kissed me once more before she let go of her grip on my cock and quickly moved to the bedroom. She had her robe and nightgown off in seconds. I watched as the cheeks of her ass bounced in front of me as she made her way through the doorway. They sagged slightly, age and lack of exercise taking their toll.

"A few poundings from good old Steve could take care of that problem," I said to myself.

I was pulling my pants down as Sophie climbed onto the bed. She pushed the sheet down recklessly and fell down onto her back with her legs spread waiting for me.

"Hurry Steve before I change my mind," she said begging. "Don't give me time to think anymore about this. I want to fuck you. I need to fuck you. Get on top of me before it's too late."

I threw my pants into the corner and quickly put myself between Sophie's legs. I bent down and kissed her again. She opened her mouth and pushed her tongue deep inside of mine. She put her arms around me and brought my body down on top of hers. I felt her tits squash beneath my weight. As I lay on top of her, her soft warm body acted as my pillow. I was amazed at how comfortable it felt to be on top of this slightly out of shape, older body. I pushed my hips into hers, feeling the thick forest of hair she had growing over her cunt. Sophie pushed back with hers.

"She hasn't forgotten how to fuck," I thought.

I lifted my body off of her as I prepared to fuck my newest girl, a married mother of two. I gazed down at her white tits, the blue lines of the veins just below the surface of the skin reminding me of a road map; her dark brown nipples as hard as rocks. I quickly dove down and took one into my mouth. Sophie's back arched as she gasped for air. She held my head to her chest as I stimulated her nipple, probably for the first time since she had suckled her youngest son. I did the same for the other as she became totally immersed with what she felt.

"Fuck me Steve," she whispered, as my head lay on her chest. "Fuck me now."

I took my lips from her nipples and pushed Sophie's legs as far apart as I could, as I readied myself to enter her cunt. I held my hard cock in my hand as I bent over her body. I touched the head of my cock to the lips of her cunt and Sophie immediately lifted her hips. I could tell that it wouldn't take long for Sophie to cum. I wondered how long it had been since she had had an orgasm from having sex. I was positive that for probably the last fifteen years, they had all been by her own hand. I rubbed my cock slowly over the opening that had grown between the lips of Sophie's cunt. Sophie was wet, but not as wet as a younger, or at least, a more sexually active woman. I let go of my cock and tried to enter Sophie's hole. I pushed as hard as I dared, but got nowhere. I couldn't even get the head of my cock into her.

"Relax Sophie," I said softly. "Don't be afraid. Just let it happen. Let me make love to you Sophie. Let Steve make love to you."

I bent down and kissed Sophie softly on the lips. She closed her eyes and opened her legs even more. I placed my hands at her sides and attempted to enter her once more. This time, I could feel a difference in her cunt. It felt softer as I slowly pushed my cock between her legs. I saw Sophie wince as the head of my cock set foot inside her cunt. A soft groan of pain came from her throat. She panted as if she was giving birth. I let my cock rest there until her breathing slowed and I felt the muscles of her cunt relax. Slowly, I withdrew the head of my cock and pushed it into her again. I repeated this several times until I began to feel more of Sophie's fluids begin to coat my cock. Lack of use had done damage to Sophie. I would take care of that problem right now. I felt Sophie's cunt become wetter with each stroke of my cock into her. Even still, she felt as tight as a teenager. A few more spankings, like the one I was about to give to her with my cock, would loosen up the tight cunt of hers. Slowly, I pushed my cock deeper and deeper. Finally, after what seemed an eternity, my entire shaft was inside of Sophie. I saw a smile come over her face as she realized what she had done. She had gotten a man between her legs once again, and he had driven his cock as far as he could into her.

"It's time to go all the way Sophie," I said. "No point in stopping now."

"Don't you dare stop Steve," she said with obvious pleasure and desperation. "Fuck me. Fuck me good."

With that said, I began to fuck Sophie in earnest. I pulled the entire length of my cock out of her cunt and then plunged it back inside of her. Again and again I lifted my hips, using more and more force as I came down into her. Sophie quickly joined my rhythm, bringing her hips up to meet mine. Soon I was slamming as hard as I could into her. Sophie never objected even though I was sure that she had to be feeling some pain. Maybe she thought that she deserved to be punished for denying herself the pleasure of having a man's cock inside of her body. In fact, she seemed to enjoy the beating I was giving to her cunt with my cock. Faster and faster we went, sweat building on our bodies. The grunts, which Sophie had been eliciting as we fucked subsided, as they were gradually transformed into moans of building pleasure. I felt her hips widen in preparation of her long awaited orgasm. I, too, felt the excitement of what was about to happen. I was going to bring this married woman to orgasm. I was fucking this mother of two teenage sons as if she was a teenage virgin. I 'm not sure which one of us came first, but I do remember what seemed to be a blinding flash of light as my cock lurched into action. All of a sudden I felt cum explode out of my cock and deep inside Sophie's cunt. At exactly the same time, I heard a cry, which verged on the border of a scream, be released from Sophie's throat. She seemed to be possessed as her orgasm made her body writhe beneath me. Sophie's eyes closed as another load of cum streamed out of my cock and into her now, very slippery cunt. She pitched her hips up towards the head of the bed as she wrapped her legs tightly around me. I ground my crotch as hard as I could into hers. She rocked her hips back and forth as another wave from her orgasm coursed through her body. I felt my cock throb inside of her as it deposited another load of cum into her long neglected, hot cunt. I held this married mother in my arms as tightly as I dared. She had just gone to the top of my list, as one of the best fucks I had ever had. Our bodies continued to pulsate as one, long after the last bit of orgasm had left us. Sophie held onto me as if she would never let go. The minutes passed quietly as she relived what had just happened between her legs. Finally, I felt her grip on me lesson. She let her arms fall to the bed and her legs unfolded from around me. I brought my lips to hers and kissed her. Sophie pushed her tongue into my mouth and moaned. It knew that she would want to fuck me again, but she would have to wait a little while. My cock was still hard when I finally took it out of her, allowing my cum to spill from her. I rolled off of her and onto my back. Slowly, my still pulsating cock deflated. Sophie reached for my hand and squeezed it tightly.

"Thank you Steve," she said softly. "Thank you for a wonderful evening. I haven't had sex like this for a very long time. I've missed it so much."

"There's no reason for you to miss it anymore Sophie," I said. "As long as I'm around, and as long as you still want to do it with me, you can have all the sex you can handle."

"Stay with me tonight Steve," she begged. "Don't leave me alone. I've slept by myself for too long."

"I had no intentions of leaving you tonight Sophie," I said. "I may not be able to replace all the fucking you've missed for the past fifteen years, but I can try."

Sophie rolled over and kissed me passionately again. We showered and slept naked together in the other bed. She woke me once in the middle of the night to have sex. I fucked her for a third time in the morning. Sophie was determined to make up for lost time.

The night with Sophie that I've just told you about happened four years ago. I got a job in the company's computer software design division three months after meeting one of the gentlemen Sophie had introduced me to at that first dinner-dance. I see Sophie once in a while at work; her office is in the building next to mine. If I don't see her, I'll give her a call at her office. A few times we've had lunch together at the company cafeteria. She's lost a few pounds and she's toned her body up quite a bit. She even joined the company's fitness center. The both of us have gone to every one of the company dinner-dances since then. We can't sit at each other's table, but we do have a dance or two.

There is something that I have done once a month since that night. Some would say I'm silly, others would say I'm crazy. I go back to the resort-hotel where I first met Sophie. I go to the hall and remember our first meeting, our first dance, and our first kiss. I take that walk through the parking lot to the hotel, as I did on that night. I still get a hard-on before I reach the reception desk. I walk to the elevators and take that short ride up to the third floor. I slowly walk and stand in front of the room that has the number 313 on the door, Sophie's room. The door is always open and Sophie is always waiting in bed for me. You know, fifteen years of fucking isn't made up for in one night.