Chapter 2: Dinner date
Sara sat across from Pablo at the intimate Italian restaurant, the candlelight flickering off their faces and casting long shadows on the white tablecloth. The room was dimly lit, with soft piano music playing in the background, and the aroma of garlic and basil filled the air.
Despite herself, Sara couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement as she looked into Pablo's eyes. His gaze was intense and unwavering, and she felt a stirring deep inside her that she hadn't felt in a long time.
Despite her reservations, Sara found herself drawn to Pablo's confident, dominant personality, and the spark between them was undeniable.
They talked easily about everything from their childhoods to their careers, and shared stories of their hopes, dreams, and fears. Sara couldn't remember the last time she had felt so understood, so seen, and so appreciated for who she was.
As the night wore on, they finished the bottle of wine and the tension between them grew.
They exchanged stories of past loves and experiences, but the night was drawing to a close, and they both knew that their attraction to each other couldn't be denied any longer.
Pablo reached across the table, his large hand covering Sara's delicate one. The touch sent an electric current through her body, reigniting the simmering desire she had tried to ignore during dinner.
"Do you want to come back to my place?" Pablo asked, a husky edge to his voice.
Sara really wanted to say yes, go there and have probably the best sex of her life, but she couldn't do it. Not today. If she was going to do this, she needed to be sure this wasn't just a simple crush. She needed to wait.
Sara took a deep breath, pulling her hand from his and taking a slow sip of her wine. "I'm sorry, Pablo," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I can't go back to your place tonight."
Pablo looked at her, his face expressionless for a moment before he smiled softly. "It is okay," he said, taking another sip of his wine. "I understand."
They finished their dinner, but the tension between them remained, charged with unspoken desires.
Pablo paid the bill, and they stepped out onto the cobblestone street, the cool night air welcoming them.
"Where do you live?" Pablo asked, as they walked down the street, the stars above illuminating the town.
"Just down there," Sara said, nodding towards a charming white cottage with a slanted roof and bright green shutters.
They reached her house, and Pablo wrangled open the garden gate.
They walked up the cobblestone path leading to the front door, her heart pounding in anticipation.
Sara stopped at the front porch. "Ok, Pablo, thank you so much for dinner, it was a blast and I had a great time. You... you really are something else." Sara said, smiling as she held his big fingers in her hand.
She had an intense desire to just invite him in and lose herself in the moment. But she couldn't. Her consciousness was screaming at her for doing the wrong thing.
Pablo look into her eyes, and Sara saw that he understood what was happening in her head. "Don't worry Sara, we still have 6 days ahead of us before you return to your real life. I can be patient. Just know, if, or rather, when you give yourself into me, your whole life is going to turn upside down. I like you Sara, a lot, and I can make you much happier than what you are right now." Pablo's voice was low and measured, but his words hit Sara like a bolt of lightning.
She parted her lips, but no words came out. In that moment, she wanted to believe him, she wanted to let herself be carried away by his charisma, to give herself to him completely. But she knew that she couldn't do it, not yet. "That sounds like a challenge, and I love it." Sara finally said, at the same time her eye wandered down to his crotch, where a very obvious huge bulge had formed. Sara realized how big Pablo was, and that she was able to make him unbelievably hard. That felt good and filled her with confidence.
Pablo went closer and kissed her in the cheek. Sara's face blushed and she worked really hard no to turn her head and kiss him on the lips.
"Good night Sara, see you tomorrow at the beach? I usually go down around 7 in the morning, I usually have the beach for myself at that time." Pablo smiled at her.
"Yes, I'll see you tomorrow."
Her heart fluttered with anticipation as she watched him turn and walk away, the sound of his footsteps growing fainter with each step. Sara went inside, her thoughts swirling with confusion and desire. She wanted him, there was no denying that. But she also had a responsibility to her husband, Charly, and to their son.
Sara knew she couldn't just throw away what she had built with him, no matter how unsatisfying their relationship had become.
But still, the thought of Pablo's muscular body and that bulge between his thighs stayed on her mind, and the more she tried to push it away, the more it consumed her thoughts.
Sara poured a glass of wine and sat in a chair at the terrace. She still felt aroused, nervous and sweaty. But above all, she felt horny.
The night was hot and humid, so she thought she could remove her dress and lay there naked feeling the breeze. It had been a while since she was completely alone and could do as she wished.
She slipped out of her dress and let it fall to the stone floor. Sara took a sip of her wine as she gazed at her nude body. She had maintained her figure over the years despite her age and motherhood. Her breasts were still perky, her stomach toned and her legs slim. She definitely needed to shave her pubic hair, it had been a while. Sara felt a thrill run through her body as she slid her hand between her thighs. She was already wet, the thought of Pablo and his manly physique filling her mind.
She knew she shouldn't indulge in this dirty fantasy, but she couldn't resist. She licked her fingers and started caressing her clit slowly.
At first, she touched herself gently, her finger tracing slow circles over her sensitive flesh. Her heart raced with excitement as she thought of Pablo, and the way he made her feel that night. She closed her eyes, a soft moan escaping her lips, as she imagined him being there with her, touching her in all the right places.
She spread her legs wider, granting herself better access to her soaking wet pussy. She started rubbing her clit faster, the pleasure building up inside her. Right in that moment, her phone screen light up. Her heart skipped a beat, thinking it was Charly, but she saw the message was from Pablo, and a new wave of arousal washed over her.
"Sara, just wanted to say that I had a great time tonight, I feel you're very special and that we can be very happy with each other. Just arrived home and can't sleep thinking of you." Pablo wrote, making Sara both happy and incredibly horny at the same time.
Sara placed her glass down, her pulse quickening as she responded. "Hmm, I have something to tell you as well... I was... relaxing, thinking of you, and I couldn't help but imagine what it would be like between us." Sara wrote back, feeling pleasure and shame wash over her in equal measures.
Pablo's reply came almost immediately. "My god, you are killing me. Your message has me fucking hard, I have never wanted anyone like this." Then after a pause, Pablo wrote again. "Tell me, Sara, I noticed you were looking at my crotch almost all night... Want to see it?" Pablo wrote, making Sara's heart race even faster.
She thought for a moment, weighing the consequences of her actions, and then replied with a simple "yes please".
Her pulse quickened as she waited for his response, her breaths shallow and quick. A moment later, her phone lit up with an incoming message.
"Take a look," Pablo wrote, followed by a picture.
Sara couldn't believe what she was seeing. It was a picture of Pablo's cock, and it was massive. It was thick and long, with a vein running down the length of it, and a drop of pre-come glistening on the tip.
Sara felt a wave of desire wash over her, and she couldn't help but touch herself again. She imagined him inside her, filling her up, and she felt her orgasm building up inside her.
She slid one finger inside herself, then two, as she continued rubbing her clit.
Sara wasn't thinking straight when she opened her legs and snapped a picture of her fingering her pussy. She looked at it and thought she looked like a slut, but she felt sexy. Her finger hovered over the send button.
Sara knew that sending this photo would be crossing a line, one that she couldn’t take back once it was done. But she couldn’t resist the temptation, the burning need to feel desired, to feel wanted, to feel like someone out there was thinking about her just as she was thinking about him.
She hit the send button, a wave of excitement and shame washing over her as she waited for his response. It came soon after.
“Oh my god, Sara, that picture… I'm going to make you mine, I need to have you, to own you. I'm going to make you so happy, we're going to have so much fun.” Pablo wrote back, the urgency in his words clear.
Sara was incredibly excited by his words. Owned, taken, possessed by him. It just sounded right. Sara quickened her movements and as she was nearing the climax she received a video from Pablo were he was stroking his monster cock until it came on the table. So much cock, so much cum, Sara surprised herself thinking if she was there she'd lick it in a moment.
Sara kept rubbing her pussy, recording her own video, making sure her face was never shown, but in a way that Pablo could see her gaping, needy pussy contracting. She kept filming until she came hard, almost splashing the phone with her juices.
Sara felt incredibly guilty, but she couldn't help the thrill that ran through her body as she pressed send, watching as the message left her phone and went into the void, to Pablo. She was doing something wrong, she knew it, but she couldn't stop herself. She wanted him, and she wanted him deeply. It felt like a physical need, a hunger, and it was consuming her from the inside out.
Her heart raced as she waited for his response, her body trembling with anticipation. A moment later, her phone buzzed with an incoming video call.
It was Pablo.
Sara answered, her heart racing as she turned on her camera. She saw Pablo on the screen, his dark eyes gleaming with desire.
"Hi Pablo," Sara said, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Hello Sara," Pablo replied, grinning like a wolf. "I'm glad you decided to send me that picture. It's making me so hard again, I need to see more of you."
Sara felt a wave of shame and excitement wash over her as she looked at Pablo's hard cock on the screen.
It was huge, way larger than anything she had ever seen in her life. She couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with desire, desire that had been building inside her for the whole day.
Pablo's gaze was intense, and he seemed to be catching every small movement, every subtle shift in her expression, and the moisture that glistened on her chin.
"Oh my god, Pablo, you're so big." Sara breathed, her voice shaking slightly.
Pablo grinned, a wicked gleam in his eyes.
"That's right, Sara. You're a little whore and you deserve every inch of this big cock." He leaned back, propping himself up on his elbows. His huge cock was bobbing up and down in a hypnotizing way.
Sara felt her pulse race as she looked at Pablo's big cock, the veins standing out against his skin, and the drop of pre-cum glistening on the tip. She swallowed hard, feeling a mixture of fear and desire rushing through her body.
She put the phone in a table in front of her too so Pablo could see her fully, then took all the remaining wine in her cup in one gulp.
Sara felt the liquid run down her throat, it felt warm, and made her feel bolder. "Oh? So you think I'm a little whore, huh?" said Sara in a playful tone as she played with her nipples in front of the camera for him, making him stroke a bit quicker.
"You're a dirty girl, Sara. I like it. Say you want me to fuck you hard." Pablo said, looking at her with dark eyes.
"Oh, you have no idea how bad I want it, Pablo. I want you to fuck me so hard that I forget everything," She replied, as she bit her lower lip in desire.
Pablo smiled, a hint of cruelty flashing in his eyes. "Oh, I'll make you forget all right. I'll make you forget your name and your past, I'll make you forget everything but the feeling of me deep inside you. I'll make you mine, Sara. Only mine. I'm going to own you." Pablo said, his voice low and measured, but his words hit Sara like a bolt of lightning.
Sara felt her entire body shudder with anticipation. She could feel her wetness seep through her fingers, and she wanted nothing more than to feel him deep inside her.
She spread her legs even wider. She had come a few moments ago but already she was dripping wet again. She never thought a man talking to her like that would turn her on so much, even if Charly himself spoke to her like that, calling her a whore and a slut, she would be furious, but it felt different with Pablo. He made her feel beautiful, sexy and desired, something that she had missed for a long time.
"Come for me, slut," commanded Pablo. "Show me what a good pet you'll be"
Sara moaned loudly, feeling her orgasm build up inside her. She closed her eyes, relishing in the pleasure running through her body. She slid two fingers inside herself, curling them upwards to hit her g-spot. She knew that Pablo would love to watch her touch herself. He had said that he wanted to see all of her, and she was determined to give him what he wanted.
She slid a third finger inside, stretching her pussy further while she kept her eyes fixed on the screen watching Pablo stroke his dick for her. She was so turned on that she could feel her orgasm building up inside her, threatening to explode at any moment.
Sara slid her fingers into her warm, slick pussy, and she rubbed her clit as she stared intently at the screen, watching Pablo's thick, veiny cock glistening with pre-cum.
He groaned in pleasure as he stroked his massive member and growled at her, "You wanna suck on this fat cock, bitch?
Wanna have it down your throat?"
Sara couldn't help but nod in agreement, her eyes wide with desire as she watched his cock twitch in his hand. She licked her lips, her mouth watering at the sight of him.
"That's right, slut. Show me how much you can take. Push your fingers in your mouth for me, whore." Pablo demanded.
Pablo was being so demeaning to her that she was supposed to feel terrible, but instead, all the talk was igniting an even bigger fire. She felt compelled to obey him.
So, she placed her fingers in her mouth, licking off her juices as she sucked gently on them, getting her face closer to the camera so Pablo could see perfectly how she gagged herself.
She couldn't believe she was actually doing this, but she couldn't suppress the lust surging through her veins. She wanted to be Pablo's pet, eager to please him, eager to submit to him.
Pablo started to stroke himself faster on cam, and that prompted her to keep rubbing, trying to cum at the same time, even if they weren't at the same place.
Sara parted her legs further, making sure Pablo had a perfect view of what she was doing. She could feel her orgasm building up inside her again, and she wanted nothing more than to cum on Pablo's cock.
Pablo groaned loudly as he watched Sara rubbing her clit and fingering herself wildly.
He could see the way she gagged herself with her fingers, the way she pushed her breasts together for him and displayed them for him as he pleasured himself. She bit her lip as her orgasm built, moaning and whimpering on camera.
"Come for me, you dirty little slut," he growled at her, his hand flying over his cock furiously. "I want to see those pussy lips trembling and quivering for me again."
Sara moaned as she watched Pablo stroke himself to completion.
He was so sexy, so dirty, and so commands that she couldn't help but surrender to him.
She wanted him to take her, to possess her, to make her his own.
Sara's fingers moved faster as she watched Pablo's cock spasm, a thick stream of his warm cum shooting out, landing on his stomach. She gasped in pleasure as she imagined herself covered in his seed, his mark all over her.
Sara's own orgasm followed quickly behind his, erupting from deep within her being, a primal, all-consuming force that seemed to overtake her very soul.
It was the most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced in her life, and it left her trembling, shivering, and gasping for air.
Her entire body shook with pleasure as her pussy spasmed around her fingers, soaking them with her juices.
She pulled them out with a loud moan and let them lay between her swollen lips.
Pablo's orgasm had left his cock twitching, with a trail of white cum spreading on his abdomen. Sara felt incredibly satisfied watching it, feeling that she was the one who had just broke her sexual limits. Something she didn't even knew existed inside her, a submissive side that had been hidden until now.
Sara felt incredibly drained after this crazy experience, but she also wanted more. This night had changed her entire world.
She was no longer the same woman who had left for the getaway just a day ago. Sara had discovered her own desires and sexuality and she wanted to see where this path would take her. She wanted to be devoured by Pablo and claim her as his own, no matter the consequences.
The night was still young, and Pablo's invitation for the next day played on her mind. "Ok Pablo, that was definitely fun, but it's late and I want to get some sleep. See you around tomorrow?" said Sara, trying to stay calm while there was a storm of feelings and emotions raging inside her.
Pablo, looking still half-drunk, nodded as if nothing unusual had just happened between the two of them.
"Yes, sure Sara. I was thinking we could meet at the beach like we talked. How about nine?" replied Pablo.
Sara agreed and ended the call, shaking from the intensity of what she had just experienced. She looked down at her body, still wet from the orgasm she had just had and realized that what they had done was incredibly dirty and completely inappropriate considering that she was a married woman, but yet, she couldn't help feeling aroused by it.
She had let him demean her, call her a slut, a whore and a dirty girl, and she had reveled in it. She had sucked on her own fingers while watching him cum on camera, and she had loved every moment of it.
Sara felt a mixture of shame and excitement wash over her as she got up and walked towards the bathroom.
She turned on the shower, waiting for the water to warm up, and stepped inside, letting it wash over her body. It was a relief after the intense heat that she experienced.
Sara stood there, under the shower, letting the water cascade down her body. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back as the hot water washed away all traces of her evening with Pablo.
She knew that the next time she and Pablo met it was going to be either incredibly awkward, or that it would end with them having sex. There was no turning back after what just has happened. And to be fair, what had happened was cheating no matter how you would look at it. She had masturbated on cam for a man she barely knew, she was name called and treated like a slut by him, and still, all her body screamed wanting more.
She got out of the shower and decided she would also sleep naked that night, after all, she was completely alone and would be for the next six days.
She got in the bed and fell asleep while still thinking of Pablo and his big, thick, hard cock.