The Forbidden Love
Was she taking a younger man home to make her feel reborn? Or was it just the pure unadulterated need to be worshipped?
Marla was proud of how she looked. She had dirty blonde hair to her shoulders and her body was toned and slender. Bringing someone home from a wedding reception wasn’t her style, but she needed to fill a need. She needed to fill a void. She needed to feel wanted. Needed to feel alive. Needed to feel him inside of her. Mainly she just needed to get really nasty and get laid.
She let her jacket fall to the ground and led him into the living room.
Daniel was young, strong, and handsome. He had black hair with a dark complexion and was very muscular. He seemed nervous, but had a certain confidence to his demeanor that was attractive to Marla.
“I’m going to go change, luv. Relax, and pour us a drink?” she asked, as she walked away tossing her purse and shoes on the couch. Unbuttoning the top of the gown, she walked down the hall. Daniel watched as her ass swung with each step in the tight fabric that clung to her body.
Smiling, he replied down the hallway, “No problem. You go get comfortable.”
In her bedroom Marla studied her drawers, trying to find the perfect pair of underwear. There were red, green, fluorescent, furry, crotchless, edible and a bunch of thongs. She wanted to look good and feel sexy. Even though she knew her clothes wouldn’t be on long, she liked being in silk and lace. She took off her dress, letting it caress her body as it slid over her breasts and torso. Marla’s small trimmed pubic patch peeked out of the low cut underwear she was wearing. She slid them down her legs and decided she liked wearing nothing at all best.
Standing naked, she felt the shape of her body with her hands. Her skin felt soft to her touch, like the petals of a rose. She took some perfume and sprayed it in the air and walked into the fragrance, letting it fall into her naked flesh. She picked up her silk robe and put it on with nothing underneath.
Marla was going to enjoy this. She needed to feel this damn sexy. To have a man want her so bad he couldn’t think of anything except her pleasure. This was her time to shine.
Marla stepped into the living room. The fire burning in the fireplace made the room moody and warm. He was playing with the stereo and had his shirt unbuttoned and hanging loose on his muscular frame. Biting her bottom lip, she saw his muscles flex as he moved. The warmth of the fire was nothing compared to the fire between her legs.
“You like music?” she asked coyly.
“Of course I do… WOW!” Daniel turned and stood, staring at her in the dim light.
She was captured by the illuminating glow of the fire as she walked over to the piano in the living room. Marla sat on the stool and started playing Mozart’s “Moonlight Sonata”.
The music was beautiful. It echoed through the empty house like a wind.
Daniel walked over and stood behind her, watching as her fingers stroked the keys. His hands touched her shoulders and rubbed them softly. Marla was trying to concentrate on her playing, but as she leaned back, relaxing to his touch, her head pressed against the growing hardness in his pants. She became a little hesitant as she felt the growing wetness between her legs.
Daniel looked down. Seeing her breasts freed from their confinement, he opened her robe with his thumbs on her shoulders. Marla slightly parted her legs when she felt a growing flow of heat to her pussy. Although her inner desires had come alive and she needed to be touched, Marla continued her piano playing.
Daniel pulled the top aside, exposing her breasts to the flickering light. Her hands stumbled on the piano keys when he moved his hands down her torso and kissed her shoulder. The space between Marla’s legs widened as he cupped her breasts in his large hands. Looking down the curve of her body, Daniel saw her spread her legs apart and begin to squirm against the piano stool. The distinct scent of her passion made him lick his lips—he almost drooled over the thought of tasting her.
Marla moaned as his fingers found their way to her small patch of hair and tangled the curls. He playfully combed at it, making her laugh, and he snickered. His hand found her slick flesh and gently stroked along the length of her labia. The feeling almost made Marla want to close her legs to capture his hand, but instead she opened wide for more of his touch. The folds of skin parted under his rough fingertips as they probed the wetness just inside the lips.
Her hands held fast to the piano stool and she tried not to fall back. Her pussy was a volcano of heat and her lava needed to erupt and flow. She turned around, straddling the piano stool, and looked up at Daniel’s face. She grabbed his neck, pulling him closer and the heat of his mouth brushed her cheek. Then he kissed and nibbled on her earlobe sending shivers through her. She stood up and pulled him to her mouth, kissing him deeply.
As their tongues tangled in her mouth, Marla’s hand found its way to his swollen crotch. She tugged at the zipper, giving herself access to his cock. Her mouth opened wide in delight, seeing the size of it. Her head spun as she grasped the shaft in her hand. She wanted to feel him inside of her.
Daniel kicked the stool away and pulled Marla against him firmly. Her ass rested against the cold ivory of the piano keys, which chimed as he pushed against her. Her leg wrapped around his calf and thigh and her hand still firmly grasped his cock inside his pants.
The flesh of his cock was hot where she stroked it. His hands grasped her ass and her pussy melted. His index finger found the slick base of her pussy and he poked at it.
Daniel was becoming almost unglued by her overwhelming passion for him. He picked her up with his hands on her ass and laid her on the top of the grand piano like a lounge singer. Frantically, Daniel pulled his shirt off, fighting the buttons on the sleeves, wanting to be free.