Mia was in a deep slumber, sprawled out on the bed.
I watched her body heaving soothingly with each breath as I took a slow puff on my cigarette. With her back to me, legs askew and slightly apart, her magnificent black hair was scattered out across the pillow. She was stark naked.
I was transfixed and twitching, as I observed the contours of her peachy bum. Despite my want to kiss her ass and rouse her up, I restrained myself. She needed the rest. We had spent majority of the day in bed making passionate love or fondling each other, only stopping to hydrate ourselves, and regain our stamina. Even though it was late in the evening, we still had a few hours left until we had to head back to our own houses. I smiled wistfully at the way the universe had brought us together despite our boundaries.
Mia and I shared a great friendship. But then, so did I and her husband. And my wife was just as close to the two of them. We’d gone from best friends to lovers in the last two weeks. We’d hardly been able to satiate the colossal mountain of a desire we had for each other. Nevertheless, I was thrilled to spend the brief time I had with her. The journey that brought us to this point was just incredible.
Let me start from the beginning.
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Almost all of us have experienced it. While some people move on quickly, others, like me, struggle with it. I am referring to a person’s crush on their friend’s spouse. Between Mia and I, it wasn’t always like that. We were just close friends who genuinely enjoyed one other’s company for a number of years. I can’t recall the exact moment when a friend’s fondness evolved into an infatuation and finally a crush.
A crush so powerful that she took over all of my perverted fantasies. Every-time I touched myself Mia would invade my mind and do the most erotic things with me. Sometimes, when I was overwhelmed with guilt, I would try to think of other women, but it was a pointless endeavour. She would always turn up at the end, giving me an orgasmic high with only her presence dominating my mind.
Mia was simply gorgeous, almost as tall as me but shaped like a dream. Her body was curvaceous with just the perfect proportions. Her complexion was golden and she had abundant thick black hair. A beautiful smile with sharp features further enhanced her beauty. Naturally, I secretively watched her every chance I got. The way her trousers clung to her thick thighs and the ample bottom, the low neckline she rarely displayed made me want to just pick her up and carry her off to the bedroom. At times she used to tie her unkempt hair and put it in a bun. The innocent motion made my palms tingle with lust as I envisioned clutching on to her topknot while I thrusted myself in between her legs and mouth. With Mia, I had completely lost control of my body.
I remember that exact moment so well–the one where our friendship turned into intimacy. We struck up a conversation at random one day, and I felt so at ease with her that I told her about my passion for writing erotica. I made her promise that she would never, not even accidentally, divulge my secret to another person. I trusted her wholly to oblige by my swear.
Mia was a voracious reader and had an excellent command of language and vocabulary. I informed her about my pen name as a novice writer and the website . She had heard of the website, but more than anything, I appreciated that she never ridiculed or passed judgment on me for indulging in a taboo pastime. As we spoke, I asked if I might share one of my works with her and get her feedback as a beta reader. I’m grateful that she consented. It was extremely exhilarating to share something so personal, with someone you care about.
I forwarded her the link to my story and waited for her review. When Mia didn’t immediately respond to my message, I figured it wouldn’t be good. I didn’t hear anything from her on that day or the day after. The two dismal days were filled with idle speculation that only made the anguish of waiting bleaker. I was nervous as hell, starting to fear that she would think I was a weirdo. What I had written about was not your typical vanilla erotica. My stories were beyond the understanding of an ordinary person; they were dark and wicked.
At last, she replied, apologizing for the delay as she had work commitments that prevented her from reading. She presented me with writing guidance and pointed me areas where I might improve, just like a professional would. In her role as the reader, Mia never shared any personal views. But from her statements, I could sense that she had liked reading it. I figured it was because she was afraid of how our relationship would change if she admitted to me how much she enjoyed reading my story. Nonetheless, her inputs made me quite happy.
My wife was scheduled to travel abroad for a two-week work assignment the next week. Her partner was also traveling for work, so it seemed like the universe was working in our favour. That weekend, we got together at the home of Escort our mutual good friend Alex. Upon our first face-to-face meeting, after she had read my deepest, darkest fantasies, there was an awkward yet exciting spark between us. When we had a private moment, I somehow summoned the courage to bring up my story.
Sincerely, I asked for her opinion. She claimed that while she like some parts, she wouldn’t enjoy others. Encouraged, I flirted with her subtly, and she reciprocated although reluctantly. Though the chemistry between us was potent, being surrounded by our friends prevented us from taking it further. We enjoyed the rest of the evening together, and the whole time, Mia occupied my mind as the girl from my story. Having been hard all along, I masturbated as soon as I got home.
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Once our respective spouses had departed the country, I asked Mia to join me for a causal night at our favourite local bar. I wasn’t sure whether she would agree because I hadn’t asked any of our other mutual friend, but she accepted my invitation, and we got together at the scheduled time. I dressed well so I could look my best. Just as Mia had. She wore a flowing dress that flaunted a hint of cleavage, falling all the way down to her knees. Her hair hung loose in waves. She looked adorable, yet so sexy.
Once we ordered drinks, we fell into a comfortable conversation without any specific topic in mind. After a few beers, our inhibitions began to wear off, and we resumed our light-hearted flirting.
Mia remarked, “Since you are single tonight, let’s test your rizz game to see how good you are? You have to hit on a woman and get her number.” She winked at me playfully.
Amused, I spent a few minutes glancing about, posing as a man looking for the ideal woman. After that, I stood up, strolled around the pub, and returned to our table. Pausing a moment to take a breath, I said, “”Hello Ma’am, there must be something wrong with my eyes, I just can’t take them off you. I couldn’t help but stop and give the most attractive girl in the pub a compliment tonight, hoping that she would be so kind as to give me her name and phone number.”
Mia burst out laughing, saying, “Sooo corny. I am sure you can do better.”
Unfazed, I continued, saying, “Aside from your breath-taking beauty, I had a thought that kept nagging at me. I won’t be satisfied until my query is answered.”
Mia continued our role-playing, chuckling at my ongoing charade, and enquired coquettishly, “And what thought may that be, sir?”
“I was wondering if you’re wearing comfy cotton underwear or an enticing thong underneath this gorgeous dress,” I asked boldly.
Guffawing at my audacious query, Mia scoffed in response, “That’s a horrible question to ask a girl whose number you are attempting to acquire,”
I answered with a slight grin, “That doesn’t exactly answer my question now.”
Mia shot back, “And why, pray tell me, should I even contemplate answering your question.”
Being my most cocky self, I asked her, “How else will I know, if I need to peel them off or can I just slide the string aside before I feast between your legs?”
“G! That’s highly inappropriate.” She reprimanded me ending our roleplay and blushing profusely at the craziness of the exchange.
After that, the small talk became a little awkward as neither of us discussed anything mildly flirtatious or sexual. It was quite obvious that I was attracted to her and wanted to continue talking as earlier. There was a strong sexual chemistry in the air that we were both deliberately trying to avoid. Despite the drinks I had consumed, my throat was parched, and all I could think about was kissing Mia until our lips turned raw. Fortunately, it was late into the night and time to head out. We awkwardly hugged one other and said our goodbyes before hailing a cab to return home.
For the next two days, I couldn’t get Mia out of my thoughts. I was anxious and restless, so it was hard for me to concentrate on my work and chores. I desperately wanted to contact her and meet up, but I was unsure of her reciprocating my advances. When it became too much, I caved in and texted her.
[Hey! What are you doing on Saturday?” Let’s get together at the bar.]
After some time, she answered.
[Hi there. For me, this is a working weekend. Will be stuck at office until late evening.]
I replied with a cheerful and vivacious tone.
[All the more reason to de-stress at night, meet me directly after work for a couple of beers? I promise to behave! :)]
Without getting an answer, the whole day went by. Belatedly, that evening, she replied back.
[No. I’ll have to go home to freshen up. See you at the pub directly.10:00 PM?]
[Okay.] I texted back to her, punching the air in excitement.
Yay! Another date with her. Eventually, my anxiety began to fade, and I eagerly waited for the following day.
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I arrived early around 9:30 to specifically ask for a table in the corner for Escort Bayan some privacy. Since it was a Saturday night, I dressed formally in pleated trousers with a well-fitted shirt tucked in. I nursed a beer to pass the time. Mia was delayed and showed up at 10:30. However, it was well worth the wait when I eventually saw her making her way toward our table midst the crowd.
She was dolled up in a white mini dress. It was somewhat oversized, with short sleeves, V-neck and a flared cut that skimmed over the hips and ended mid-thigh. In an understated yet compelling way, it brought even more attention to her thick thighs. Right away, I imagined a thong underneath, which would be quite sexy.
With a red lip and subtle eye makeup, her gorgeous black hair was styled loosely with a hint of shine. When she arrived at the table, though, the highlight of her dress came into view. I stood up to welcome her and saw the daring neckline up-close. Ohh Myy Goddd. It was deep and revealed an exquisite cleavage. The swell of her plump breasts on display made me hard instantly. Luckily, the pub had dim lighting; otherwise my erection would be apparent to all. I was unable to take my eyes off of her. Mia looked ravishing.
As soon as we took our seats, I blurted out, “Woww! You look fantastic.”
Mia smiled broadly, blushing mildly, but obviously aware of her appearance, and said, “Thank you.” Her demeanour tonight had a touch of confidence, which further enhanced her allure.
Although the pub was packed and noisy, we still managed to get her a drink. Because of this, Saturday was the least popular night to go out. House parties were always preferable. We were complaining about the loud music and bad service, but we could hardly hear each other.
Leaning a little closer, I asked her, “How about we go somewhere else that isn’t so busy?”
“Most places will be the same on Saturday,” she replied loudly above the music.
I agreed with a grumble and added, “You’re right. There’s nothing like house scenes. I wish we had somewhere to go.”
“Alex is also traveling,” Mia explained, her eyes gleaming strangely. “She had given me an extra set of keys for emergencies, when we last met at her place. How about we sneak into her home? There, it will be peaceful and quiet, and at least we can hear each other.”
Dumbfounded at my luck, I just stared at Mia, while I processed this information. Alone and together in a house, where our presence would stay hidden, and suggested by her.
Mentally kicking myself for squandering a few seconds, I exclaimed, “Splendid idea, I don’t need to be told twice. Come on, let’s go.”
After settling the bill, we exited the bar and hopped into a taxi. Neither one of us said anything on the drive to our friends’ apartment. Butterflies were zooming about in my stomach, giddy with anticipation to see what this night had in store for us.
When we got there, we unlocked her door and entered. We exchanged glances before laughing heartily over the adventure. I volunteered to mix the drinks at the bar while she turned on the living room’s lights and air conditioning.
Once we were seated on the couch, I sighed, “Finally some tranquillity, I can’t really handle these crowded places.”
Mia affirmed with me and took a sip of her drink. As she slides into her seat to get more comfortable, her dress rides up quite a bit. Her legs were a striking sight in the well-lit room. On purpose or accidentally, I was unable to determine, but she was exposing a significant portion of her thick, silky, bronzed thighs.
Despite the seductive sight of her, I took care not to let my gaze wander from her face. With a delicate tuck of her hair that had fallen in front, behind her ear, Mia uncovered her dazzling neckline once more. The leg display teamed with the cleavage tormented me beyond comprehension. It was a slow edging that tested my composure and integrity. Unaware, Mia was toying with the attraction I had for her.
Gosh, I was so hard. Lust was killing me, and I wanted to shout in exasperation.
“You’ve had a long day. Work was exhausting?” I enquired, in an attempt to distract myself from her.
“Yes, I absolutely hate working on Saturdays. I’m going to make an appointment for a massage at a spa tomorrow. I’m all knotted up,” she answered.
“How about you, Mr. Author? It must be a working Saturday since you are by yourself, right?” Mia quipped, bringing up my writing.
It was an opening to initiate the conversation. “I’m always writing in my thoughts,” I said, laughing. “For me, it comes so naturally.”
As an idea began to form in my mind, I acted on the impulse, placing my glass down on the coffee table and getting to my feet. I dragged a chair over and set it in front of her. Mia observed me, perplexed by what I was doing, but I prompted her to sit on the chair before she could ask questions.
“I’m going to free up your shoulders. Come on, sit,” extending an invitation for a massage.
With reluctance, Bayan Escort she accepted and sat down on the chair.
I softly pressed my hands on her shoulder and started to squeeze. Within a couple of minutes, Mia started to loosen up and take comfort in it. Even while our physical touch wasn’t sexual, it nevertheless knocked down the last wall of awkwardness between us. That shoulder massage may have been harmless, but the chemistry between us evolved and intensified.
“Given that nobody is aware of your writing, when do you truly write?” Mia enquired, with her eyes closed, clearly enjoying the feel of my firm hands.
I answered, “Usually, I play around with a plot and then start adding details to it in my head. Once the general outline is finalized, I work on a rough draft, usually at night, on my phone. And on weekends when I’m by myself, I begin to elaborate on it until the story is complete.”
Mia commented, “You must be thinking about it a lot,” as I worked my way around her shoulders. “Your writings are extraordinarily kinky.”
I spoke slowly and added, “Yup, that’s what gets to me sometimes. I have a rather devilish mind. But even so, it is the way I think. Hopefully my writing style will be well-received by the readers.”
Mia encouraged me, saying, “Oh, the women are going to love it undoubtedly.”
“Thank you. Your feedback is reassuring that I am not all that horrible,” I said in a modest tone.
“G, don’t go fishing for compliments.” Mia gave me a good natured taunt.
I kept quiet. My stories were like an elephant in the room, weighing heavily on her thoughts. As I kneaded her shoulders, I battled with myself, wondering how to address her and get her opinion on them as a woman.
Before I could broach the topic, she asked me to pause midway through the rub and removed a hair band from her bag. Mia skilfully pulled her hair back into a topknot. The sensual movement that I had watched in secret numerous times previously had the same outcome. It made me twitch.
With the hair out of the way, I used my thumbs to apply pressure to her nape. It was such an erogenous zone, that my fingers delicately made their way towards her collarbone and the top of her chest. Mia let out a sigh at the sensation. I twitched some more, fortunate to be standing behind her. There’s a potent, sexual energy in the air swirling between us, so powerful that it’s nearly crackling.
I kept quiet, struggling to keep my fingers from inching closer towards her chest.
Mia grunted, “I truly needed this G,” after a couple extra minutes had gone by. “It feels so good. You are an expert.”
I chuckled and said, “Hardly, I would need you lying on a table for a professional massage. You would then experience the magic.” Acting on another urge and feeling a little gutsy, I continued, “Plus a towel, this fabric limits the sensation.”
Mia did not respond to what I said. She appeared to be gathering her thoughts and contemplating how to react. Another minute passed. Fearing that I had ruined the opportunity, I started mentally beating myself up for not being more cautious. That’s when she asked me to stop.
Mia rose and made her way over to the bedroom. She said loudly, “Come in when I call you,” and shut the door behind her.
Caught off guard by the sudden turn of events, I waited, time passing by impossibly slowly. I couldn’t stop thinking about what was going to happen; it was driving me insane. Adrenaline, dopamine, and endorphins all rushed my system at once. Flushed and hornier than I’ve ever been, I was bursting with lust.
At last, she hollered, “G,” from behind the door. “You can come in.”
I gingerly approached the door, inhaled deeply, and pulled it open.
A towel covered Mia’s ass as she lay stretched out on the bed, her head turned away from me. Her dress and bra were neatly stacked on the nightstand. My mouth going dry, I gulped anxiously as I witnessed the seductive scene in front of me.
Mia inquired, “Are you going to give me that professional massage you mentioned, or are you simply going to stand there?”
I timidly made my way in her direction. “I can’t sit on the bed and get the perfect angle to massage,” I murmured softly as I stood by the bed, unsure of how to begin.
“Yes, I know you’ll have to climb on top of me,” she replied. “I’m getting cold, so hurry up.”
I hopped onto the bed, placed myself between her thighs, and started massaging her with shaking hands. Mia’s eyes were closed. I deliberately blocked out thoughts of how I was positioned on top of her and concentrated all of my efforts on the rubdown. To avoid touching her ass with my crotch, I kept my body slightly elevated, or else, she would immediately notice how erect I was.
While my hands worked her back, Mia moaned blissfully, “Whoa, this feels amazing.”
Motivated by her words, I gave up trying to control myself and sat down on her thighs, arching my body to plant my crotch on her ass. My state was obvious, with the towel acting as the only barrier between us. I held that posture, softly pressing myself into that exquisite ass. Mia did not react to my switching positions; instead, she continued to moan as my hands worked the promised magic.
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