Love at First Sight

Elha Morrison and I first met at a work-related getaway. The company left us at a seaside resort, gave us plenty of food and drinks, and watched us go. The final evening was a hedonistic affair, but I wasn't feeling it. It felt like a scam, as if the bosses had done us a favor for a tax-break or something.

From a far-off corner I studied them, my co-workers, until I saw an unfamiliar face. She occupied a small, dark, mysterious space between conservative men in business suits and their wives in dresses far too young for them. Several from the latter category had flirted shamelessly with me. Shamefully, I had almost accepted the advances of my older boss. She was a power-femme with bright red lipstick, handsome enough to look twice, but I remembered our history and wondered why I should spend my free time on someone who'd steadily decreased mine over the years.

Elha was different, a strange face after all this time, and a beautiful one at that, a face without heavy wrinkles or bitterness, straight-nosed with dark eyes. Her sparkly green dress clung to her like syrup, her thick, dark brown hair collected in a sloppy bun, a curl or two whispering at the nape of her neck. I'd realized a long time ago that at 35-ish something a woman was the most fantastic thing if done right. I finished my drink quickly, realized I couldn't, and left it on a wobbly table before dancing my way through the crowd, nodding to some and bumping against others. My boss swung her big, blonde hair and groped at my crotch, a clear case of sexual harassment. But she must have noticed by my distractedness and hardon that she wasn't important right now. A whispered threat failed to get my attention. I told her I was sorry and kept going.

I thought I had lost her. She wasn't on the dancefloor anymore, nor queuing at the well-stocked bar. Finally, taking a long shot, I rushed into the lobby to the elevators.

In the harsh light she looked just as beautiful, but more real, sweat covering her arms and face. She yawned, and tried to hide it when she noticed me. I edged up to her.

"Hello."

"Sorry, didn't see you there."

"That's okay. Are you with us, I mean, at the company retreat?"

"Yeah ..."

"Or something?"

"It's complicated."

"I would really like to dance."

"Noone's stopping you."

"With you, I mean."

"Listen ... This is a bad time."

"Sure! I get it."

I turned to leave. The elevator doors opened just in time to save me from embarrassment. Still, I must have looked incredibly stupid. She pressed the hold-button.

"What's your name?"

"Morgan Lee."

"Morgan ..."

With a thoughtful glance she let the doors close.

Without a name, I couldn't track her down, or that's what I told myself. In truth, I never tried. With my history of dating my hopes were low of ever meeting anyone, especially as a consequence of some problematic, romantic gesture. Leave that woman alone, my brain told me, and so I did. I dreamt about her though.

My boss must have sensed a change in me, because instead of finalizing her threat she showered me with praise, and because I was different and more soul-tired after the incident I accepted her invitation the next time around. Mostly, we fooled around in her office after business hours. She liked to feel me inside of her with the skylight in front of her, or having me sit in her chair while she crawled under the desk, giving me blowjobs that felt amazing but seemed unimportant. The less I cared, the more she tried, until our relationship was something like a dominant-submissive kind of thing. The younger me would've loved it. It ticked so many of the kink boxes. Blonde, boss, older, love-hate, lipstick, stockings, high-heels, worship, deepthroat. Mostly, I just performed, sad to say. I was rather there than at my own apartment. If I kept going, eventually I would be able to fool myself into believing I led an amazing life.

I barely recognized Elha when I saw her again, late one evening. I'd finished up with my boss, inside of her, and I was tired. And of course, Elha was dressed differently, nice but casual. Coming down in different elevators, we stepped out simultaneously.

"Morgan," she said.

"You remembered."

"Of course, but ..." She scanned the lobby. "... this isn't the best place."

"Another time maybe ..."

"We should go somewhere else. Coffee?"

"Now?"

"It's late, but are you doing anything else?"

"No."

"Fine."

Following her closely, I tried to come to grips with my weird luck. To see her again felt like a band-aid, with iodine. My cock was way too sensitive to look at her ass in mom-jeans, the way her hair flowed freely giving tantalizing glimpses of a long and beautiful neck, and her wondering half-smile every time she turned around. She was a fast walker.

She stopped outside the portrait of the night-time diner. Inside, we ordered some coffee to wipe the sleep from our eyes.

"I just want to know everything about you," I said.

She smiled and shook her head. But she told me.

Her soon to be ex-husband worked at the same company as me. Tonight, she'd been over with their five-year-old daughter, Alice.

"But I don't trust him."

She hid her face in her hands.

"I always thought that divorcees had it easier, but it's just more of the same. He still leaves it entirely up to me. I even buy groceries for him."

"Jesus."

"You didn't have kids. You're lucky."

"How did you know?"

"I looked you up. It wasn't difficult."

"Then why didn't you ..."

"Reach out? After that amazing elevator lobby experience?"

We both laughed at that. It was silly, the entire situation. But it felt good. Halfway through our conversation our feet started to bump into each other, our arms too. We looked out as the rain fell and the skies cleared again. It was late.

"I want to see you again," I said.

"It won't always be like this."

"I don't care. Why should it matter, you having kids? I want to see her too. She's a part of you."

Her eyelids fluttered, like she wanted to cry. Maybe she was just tired. "We'll see."

We hugged on the sidewalk. She hailed a cab by giving a loud whistle with her fingers, which was totally sexy. I wanted to kiss her, feel the coffee on her breath. I leaned closer.

"Listen ..." She took a step back, toward the approaching cab. "You seem great, but this is complicated. Can I call you?"

I gave her my number.

"Maybe I ..." She stepped into the cab. "I like you a lot."

"I love you," I said.

She'd already closed the door. The cab took off. She looked at me through the window, fingers touching glass, waving slightly. I lifted my arm. The only thing that happened was another cab. I didn't even need it, it wasn't that far, but I did it just to feel closer to her.

The very next day I felt different, lighter in body and spirit, as if I could skip the elevator and run up the stairs to the office. I almost did, before realizing I had a habitual date with my boss at the end of the day. It was heavier after that, and time stood still every time we had to interact. I tried though, after all those times of not giving a damn. That evening, I tried to make love to her. I kissed her from her high-heels up her naked thighs, all the way to her luxuriously clear crotch, because she always shaved herself for me.

I made her come with my mouth, made her quiver. She was still trembling when I rose to my full height and pushed myself into her, her legs over one shoulder. With every thrust I made her moan in pleasure. I felt it too, thinking about Elha made it so much better. Her full body clung to me, humping against my cock, her cervix almost hurting me. Exhausted, she slid off the desk and took my cock in her mouth. I balanced on the stain she'd left behind.

She tried to give me everything she could, show me all of her tricks at once, all of her submissiveness. She was like my personal high-production porn-star, in the mature category. What she did to me I'd never seen anyone do before. Her eyes were like open wells, waiting for me to fill them. Her tongue was like a snake. Her mouth hot. Perfect. She gulped me down like a protein shake after a hard workout, not missing a drop. Even that wasn't enough. She refused to leave me. Maybe she felt it too.

"We can't keep doing this," I said.

Her eyes panicked.

"I've met someone."

"No."

"I wanted to end this before."

"You wouldn't dare. I would have your head on a spike."

"Would you really want to risk all of this? Forever?"

I had no intention of ever returning to her, but neither was she serious about her threat. The lies and humiliation comforted her. Because I wanted to be good to her one last time, I let her suck my limp dick while rubbing herself to another wet orgasm. I wiped it on her cheeks afterward. It felt awful leaving her like that, but otherwise she would've kept going until she fucked herself unconscious, and me with her. She wanted to prove the impossible, that we belonged to each other.

I didn't know, but she would treat me really well from then on. We developed a good working relationship, aunt-nephew almost. Only occasionally did I see a glimmer of the submissive bitch come to the surface. But there lies a wonderful secret thrill in knowing that your aunt would do anything for you and denying her forever.

I gave it all up for Elha, even though she hadn't promised me anything. You can say that I didn't risk anything either, that I could always go back, slip into the same well-worn slipper. But I'd made a choice in that diner. I wanted it all, with no complications.

We saw each other a couple of times after that, Elha and I, often at the same diner. It was emotional for both of us. It was every odd week eventually. Never did I try to initiate something. I'd said my piece, she'd clearly understood, and meanwhile I enjoyed her company to my fullest extent. We talked openly about our pasts, our hits and misses. I even hinted at the thing with my boss, which didn't surprise her much. It was another thing heard and hidden inside of her, so gracefully I hardly noticed. In turn she told me about her past. Before getting married and having a kid she was an adventurous and bookish epicure. Nothing seemed to surprise her. Her husband had strangled that part of her, she explained, by focusing it on him. When she realized it was only about him it was too late. Pregnancy had been a blessing and a curse because of that. It still was.

I asked about her daughter, but she kept that part of herself private. Without asking, I was equally curious about her former husband. Walking through the office building I eventually found him, but it told me nothing about her. What-about-his-face wasn't important. He was completely out of the picture. I even saw him flirting openly with a secretary, far too young and nothing compared to Elha. I wondered what his priorities were.

At most, we had shared a hug. Therefore, I was hugely surprised when her full lips gave me a kiss on the cheek, too close to the mouth for friendly. She too must have realized, because she turned beetroot red, and hid her eyes from my baffled stare. We'd seen each other ten times by then. She was my closest friend. Even I hesitated for a moment.

"I want you to meet Alice," she whispered.

"That's great."

"I'll have her this weekend, unless it's too sudden?"

I kissed her, terrified I'd read her signs wrong. But she kissed me back, her mouth tasting of coffee and cardamum, of a sudden hunger rising to the surface. It changed her face momentarily. I could have fucked her then, we both suddenly knew. She bit her lower lip. Taking her hand instead, I kissed it.

"I'm looking forward to it."

"I'm so afraid you'll turn into somebody else."

"Don't be."

Afraid to kiss me again, she held my hand until a cab drove by. She didn't want to go. Me neither, but it was Saturday next.

It was a beautiful day in the park, full of people, which forced us to squeeze together at the beginning, when we were both too shy to say much. Alice dragged us along, away from the crowd to a mysteriously empty playing ground. The other parents said hello, and I realized what they were thinking. It felt weird, but not unpleasant.

"What are you thinking?" I asked.

Turning away from her daughter playing with the other kids she said, "I've been so lonely for so long. Physically, you know?"

"Yeah."

"People look at me and only want to see a bad mother, but I'm not, and not just that. I'm a person too. And physical. I don't think I've had sex for an entire year. He made me feel so ugly, so desperate. He used what he knew of me before, called me a slut, whore."

"Bastard."

"And I liked sex. I liked it a lot. He turned that against me too. I want to be a good mother. I also like getting fucked. A lot. When I came home after last time, I couldn't stop thinking about it."

"What?" I answered dreamily. My mind's eye had been busy trying to pare the pictures from her social media with what she just told me. She'd been hot before. Now she was that, with a life and real emotions.

"About you." Squeezing my thigh and looking me in the eye she tried to convey everything she couldn't say or do next to a playing ground. She made her lust abundantly clear.

Both of us could see me stiffen in my pants, but she could only look and bite her lip and stretch my pants further with her sweaty palm. I groaned.

Alice came running. Elha gathered her in her arms and made her explain everything in a high voice, about a skull she'd found that turned out to be a stone.

"Really?" she said, glowing happily at me. "Why don't you get it? Morgan wants to see it too, right?"

"Of course!"

Screaming with joy Alice ran away, trying to find the stone again. Meanwhile, Elha leaned closer. Pressing the side of her body against me and her lips to my sensitive ear, she whispered, "I promised myself to wait, but do you want to come home with us tonight? Probably nothing's going to happen, she'll be very excited having you around, but I want to, if you do?"

I had grown soft. Now I grew hard again. The location made it feel kinkier than anything I'd done with my boss. "Sure," I stammered.

We spent the day together, stealing touches and kisses when Alice was too distracted to notice. We were so innocent, but she almost made me come by rubbing her ass against my crotch, my arms around her, watching and waving to Alice in the merry-go-round. My arms were tied around her thin midriff, too conscious of the situation to move. She'd unbuttoned the lowest button of her shirt and I felt soft skin underneath. Only when we walked away did my legs buckle at the thought that I could've hung my jacket from my left arm and penetrated her pussy with my fingers.

Elha tried to make Alice too tired to stay up late. Little did she know. Alice ran in front of us, ate ice-cream like no tomorrow. We tired before her. She even had a tantrum when we decided to go home. By then it was half past seven.

Knowing that nothing would happen that evening we focused on what we could do, namely a delicious, simple meal and a small glass of wine each, with a soda for Alice. Afterward, we settled down in the sofa for a movie, mother and daughter in a tight embrace. Alice chattered her way through the beginning and the middle of the movie, then someone turned the power off. Dropping backward, she fell asleep, drooling on the seat. Turning an apologizing eye to me Elha gathered her in her arms and carried her to her room. I could hear her waking then, asking a bunch of questions that Elha tried to answer as best she could.

Turning back to the movie, wondering what I'd missed, I too fell asleep.

It must have been shortly after that that Elha woke me up, a sly grin on her face. She was sitting really close, and something was different about her.

"You fell asleep before her."

"Sorry."

"Don't be. She said she enjoyed the bear sounds."

I noticed what was different. Her shirt was unbuttoned, showing her tight midriff and a black bra. She'd unbuttoned her pants after dinner, but it felt different now. Besides the movie, everything was quiet. I held my breath.

"What are you thinking about?" she asked.

"I'm scared."

"Why?"

"I don't want to mess it up."

"You haven't. You won't."

"I love you."

"All of this?"

"All of you."

"I love you too. I want you so much."

She turned slightly, and slid to the carpeted floor, her naked feet making a nest to one side. She placed her hands, readying herself, on top of my thighs. It was suddenly very cramped in the small apartment.

I tried to help her, but she finished up herself, releasing me, and I felt myself grow even harder by the first gentle touch of her hand, fingering my entire length. Her eyes were gleaming. Like Alice with an ice-cream cone.

Taking me in her hand, she looked at me. "Please say yes but I want to do everything with you. I want to get dressed and I want to take showers and have a life together. I want to know how far I can take you before you start crying from exhaustion. I want to have your cock and your tongue and your hands inside of me, every chance we get. I want you to come inside of me. I'm on the pill. I just like the feeling."

"God yes."

Her lips were as soft as her kisses had been at the beginning. Fingers too felt uncertain, until she recovered and remembered and took my cock in her mouth. Vibrations flowed through her, into me, filling me with prostate-churning pleasure. Hardly able to contain myself after our day in the park I was almost grateful when she stopped to look up with her dark eyes. The television was dead behind her. I hadn't noticed.

She continued to stroke my shaft.

"Keep an eye out, will you? I don't want Alice to see her new step-dad like this."

It felt like sweet torture, knowing how hot it was, but not allowed to look. My animal eyes swept the ceiling, until they landed on the shut door. The knowledge that we could get interrupted at any moment, and probably would, made every second count. In one second, she followed her lips with her hand until they released me with a pop, only to lower themselves again. Her hand, when there was no more room, caressed my balls and thigh, letting me feel her nails but never hurting me.

I wanted to have this on tape forever, and couldn't even look! Instead, I imagined every part of her, from the first time I saw her up to right now. Her sweet lips, smiling. A knowing glance. Graceful fingers fondling a straw that Alice had left behind, still wet from her soda. Knowing that this wouldn't be our last time made me happy enough to cry.

"Not yet," she murmured around the head of my cock, slurping up my precum, mixing it with her saliva. "I don't want to stop. Excuse me, but I have to, I want to ..."

Forcing my eyes to stay on the door to her daughter's bedroom, I felt it as she sped up, working my juicy tip with her hand. Too tight, almost. I felt sensory deprived. Soon, I couldn't keep it to myself any longer. Giving a hint by stroking her slender neck underneath the collar she steadied herself. Oomphing and shuddering, she swallowed my pent-up excitement, forcing me to look in pure sensation. The way her eyes met mine told me that it wouldn't be my last orgasm tonight. After all, it was Sunday tomorrow.

"Fuck," she said and squeezed me tight, licking at every drop that escaped. "How long until you can do it again?"

"Not long, I hope."

"Please, can I fuck your mouth then? But not in here."

"Where?"

Standing up, she helped me onto my shaky legs. Leaving my pants and underwear behind, I figured we were going to her bedroom. I wanted to see it. Instead, she closed the door and turned on the lights and we found ourselves in the bathroom. It was big enough, with a clean and furry bath mat on the floor. She had me kneel on it, and leaned back against the wall, still in her shirt and bra and pants, until she pulled the latter down, revealing a matching pair of panties. She rolled up her sleeves and balancing herself she took her panties off.