It was her lucky night at her favorite restaurant.
There was a slight nip in the air as her heels clicked on the pavement. She could feel her slinky golden dress graze her nipples as she shivered slightly. Rounding the corner, she stepped into her favorite restaurant — Phobidden Fruit, an up-and-coming Vietnamese place she had discovered a few weeks ago.
“Your regular, ma’am?”
She surveyed Linh, the handsome waiter who made it a point to attend her whenever she visited. She was not complaining, she’d fantasised about trailing kisses on that beautiful jawline after one too many ruou glasses.
“Chả bò and one beer, yes. And one phở hải sản after that. Don’t call me ma’am, Linh! You make me feel old.”
He returned her pout with a cheeky grin. “Sure, Candace. I apologise, I cannot call you ma’am when your name is so beautiful.”
She looked lazily around the resto as she sipped her beer, sizing up the smartly dressed couples who were enjoying candelit dinners. Her gaze fell on one couple seated a few feet away; they looked Latino or perhaps Indian.
The man had a mass of curly hair, chocolate skin and mesmerizing honey-brown eyes. His dining partner, an olive-skinned beauty, was chatting animatedly with him over a bowl of pho. He wasn’t paying her too much attention, though. His eyes had met Candace’s hazel ones.
Candace quickly dropped her eyes to her own table and started spearing the chả bò. As she was nibbling on it, she looked up at him again. He looked amused as she almost facepalmed. Staring at a hot guy with half a beef sausage in your mouth. Not suggestive at all, Candace.
She got up a little too quickly, wiping her mouth. She needed to refresh her makeup.
Looking into the bathroom mirror, she smudged her eyeliner and retouched her mascara, wondering if smoky eyes and glossy berry lips was a bit much. The diaphanous push-up bra was doing its job, she thought, as she swept some contour product over her already defined cleavage. There.
“Hello.”
She started at the deep, rumbly voice as she was walking out of the bathroom. He was leaning against the wall, observing her. Did he follow me or did he just come out of the men’s bathroom?
“Oh, hi, I didn’t see you there.”
“Vikram. Pleasure to make your acquaintance.” Sounds more Indian, not Latino.
“Candace. The pleasure is all mine, Vikram.”
“Candace.” He rolled the word on his tongue in a melodic lilt, and suddenly she wanted him to whisper her name in her ear. “What a fitting name.”
“Fitting?”
“When I think of a stunning blonde, Candace is a name that would come to mind.” He had moved closer and his eyes were boring into hers.
“Oh, Vikram. You flatter me. You look like a Bollywood star, although I don’t know any names, sorry.” She’d just grazed his forearm, sparking little currents in her slender fingers.
“Well, Candace. I must return to my wife now. It’s been a pleasure.”
Her heart fell. Of course, it was too good to be true. She slowly returned to her table, concentrating on her food, although she had lost her appetite. She was not going to look at him again. Fuck his teasing and his stupid wife.
She had paid the bill after a round of light-hearted, drunken flirtation with Linh. Stepping out of the restaurant, wondering where she could go next, she walked straight into Vikram.
“Ma belle, Candace!”
She walked on, gruff. She hadn’t walked more than a few steps before he had caught up, grabbing her arm.
“Candace, my dear, will you take a walk with me by the park?”
“Why?”
“Why?” He laughed. “Because the park is beautiful and secluded. Perfect place to get to know each other.” His eyes raked her body, making her blush.
“Are you crazy? What about your wife?” Her voice was trembling. Despite herself, she was too close to him, lips inches from his.
He brought his lips close to her ear. “For the next thirty minutes, let’s pretend we are in a parallel universe where I don’t have a wife. I need you now, Candace.” She could feel how much he did — his hardening member was pressed against her hips…
She took him to her apartment, their lips meeting hungrily as soon as the elevator doors closed. She fumbled with the keys as he groped her breasts from behind, kissing and sucking her neck.
“Oh god Candace, you’re so bloody sexy. You smell so fucking good. If you don’t open this door right now I swear I’ll take you right here.”
Then the door was open and they tumbled inside in a tangle of clothes and buttons. He was pulling her straps down, bending down to suck on her tits as she pawed at his shirt, pulling down his jeans.
“Vikram..you’re so…mmm….yes…you’re so-”
“I’m so? Speak up, baby. Fucking tell me.” He had pulled down the last of her clothes and was stroking the tantalising ache between her legs.
“You’re my… I’ve always wanted to fuck a married man.. but you’re too handsome to be true…oh…you’re my fantasy.”
“God, you’re drenching-”
“I’ve been fantasising about you all eve-”
“Same, baby, same.” They were both naked now, and his rock-hard cock was in her hands. He was kissing, biting, sucking, and she was in a delightful stupor — he was on his knees, his tongue was on the lips of her sex as she moaned in ecstasy, all thoughts of impropriety completely forgotten — she was here, with a gorgeous married man, and she was going all the way.
“What position do you like, baby?” He gave her bum a sharp spank, the sound of flesh hitting flesh echoing in her dimly lit flat.
“Cowgirl?”
Another spank. “You’ll take what I give you, baby doll.”
He pushed her onto the sofa, bending her over, smacking her ass again. As he grabbed her neck and hair from behind, she let out a cry as he entered her. With two fingers, then three.
“Do you want my cock, sexy?”
“Yes, oh yes.”
“Say please, baby.”
“Please, Vikram!”
“Good girl.” And he was inside her, slowly, going deep. He grunted with each thrust, voraciously groping her breasts, tugging her hair, pulling her torso closer to his and trailing rough kisses on her shoulders.
“Ohyesyesyes, oh Vikram-”
His grunts were arousing something primal in her, making her arch her back, move in rhythm with him, angling her body to make him hit that sweet spot, in the throes of passion, teetering closer and closer to the climax. He kept pounding her — hungrily, faster, and deeper. His entire cock was entering her with each thrust, and she was shuddering and moaning and gasping as she felt like she wanted more, oh god this was pure heaven, she was almost there —
He collapsed with a groan as she orgasmed too, her pussy clamping around his shaft, both climaxing in glorious unison.
When it was over, he slipped his clothes back on and kissed her on the mouth, less ravenously, still insistent.
“That was quite something, Candace. I have to go now, my wife will be worrying-”
“Yes, yes, of course, Vikram.”
He left, leaving her alone in her tiny flat, still aroused. She could still smell his perfume, feel the places he had sucked her and squeezed her. Perhaps she needed round number two with her clit massager…
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