Spontaneous Combustion (Part Two)

Spontaneous Combustion

Part Two

The sound of the doorbell snaps Clara back to reality. She can’t believe how hot she is right now. She could feel the lips of her pussy swelling. Her breasts are tingling. Her heart races as she tiptoes to the door, not wanting to make a sound.

The whole drive there Ben’s dick is so hard, he almost pulls over to relieve himself but decides to wait. Let Clara be the one to loosen me up. After all, I’ve waited this long. He thinks about their countless conversations and how they turned from straight sex to straight talk. He picks up speed and whips through the empty streets. He’s driven this route a few times before but Clara never knew it. Once or twice he sat by her apartment building, even called her from right outside her window, but she never knew it. He remembered one conversation got so hot he had to sit in his car for a good half hour before he could drive again. The next day he found come stains on the dashboard and window.

Ben stops at a traffic light and for a second thinks of turning back. Back to safety of anonymity. Back to the fantasy. It all seems warped, to know so much about her, her desires, the way she sounds when she comes, her most intimate feelings…but when he closes his eyes he can’t see her face. In his mind she is beautiful. Ben knew after their first conversation that Clara wasn’t your typical woman. She intrigues him not only with her words but with her seductive throaty voice. The way she says his name is such a turn on. Her sexy laugh is hauntingly erotic. Her insatiable sexual appetite matches his almost too perfectly. The way she expresses raw emotions without fear, well let’s just say he has certainly learned a lot about himself through her. He’s become more open and honest with his feelings not only sexually but in general. She keeps on reaching deeper and deeper into his soul until she can touch it. Clara takes his breath away. She is everything he could ever want in a woman, and that both scares and entices him.

He pulls into a parking space and jumps out of the car as if it were on fire. I’ve got to move fast before I lose my nerve. I can’t wait another second. With sweaty palms and a hard on Ben opens the gate and rings the doorbell. After a few seconds he knocks on the door.

“Clara, it’s me. I’m here. I’m really here.”

“Oh Ben…you’re here.”

Only a block of wood now separates them. The realness of it all is quite unnerving.

Clara gulps down another glass of wine and closes her eyes. She’s replayed this moment over and over. In every scenario he’s fucking hot and they end up screwing their brains out. She tries to prepare herself for whatever outcome seals their fate.

Softly she says, “I guess it’s now or never,” and opens the door.

Face to face, neither of them is able to move. They stand there staring at each other until Ben finally breaks the silence. “May I come in?”

Clara smiles nervously. “You may.” He wants to come in. This is a good sign. She closes the door and stands there like a scared little girl. Her heart is pounding as waves of anxiety threaten to consume her. Thankfully she knows how to put up a good front.

Ben walks down three steps leading right into the living room. The sweet smell of vanilla fills the room. The area is nicely dimmed by an array of tea lights. A silver candelabrum burns in the far left corner. Flames dance wildly making unique shadows on the wall. Soft sensual music is playing on the stereo. He notices the carpet is a dark shade of red. Scarlet if he had to guess. Two black leather couches sit along one wall and a baby grand piano is on the other, complimented by a wall of windows.

As for Clara, well, she’s a knockout. At least her face is. Why is she wearing a robe? That’s strange, he thought. At least it isn’t one of those bulky robes. The one she is wearing hugs her body. The silky black material shines in the candlelight. He can tell she has a nice body by the way the robe wraps around her. Ben is able to get glimpses of her long and well-toned legs. Her long chestnut hair falls in soft curls down to her waist. She’s a little shorter than him, which is fine. And her eyes…how many times has he wondered what it would feel like to be this close? It’s almost unbearable. She once compared the color of her eyes to that of the ocean and that was an understatement. They are a rich deep shade of blue. Absolutely gorgeous. The way she’s looking at him now, with a quiet sense of wonder is making him tremble. Her smile lights up his dark heart, filling it with love. It’s a smile he could see himself still looking at fifty years from now. He should tell her this.

He also notices that she isn’t wearing any makeup except for a little mascara. With a flawless face like that, you’d be a fool to ruin it with that artificial junk. Both her fingernails and toenails are painted black. That’s always been a turn on for him.

Keep it together Ben. You don’t know how she feels about you yet. For all you know she’ll be sending you out the door in a matter of minutes. Dread passed through him like a knife. The thought of never seeing her again or talking to her on the telephone until now has been unthinkable. But the reality of this moment terrifies him. He needs to know what she thinks of him. It is certainly strange to be here with her now, but strange in a good way. He can’t tell what she is thinking.

* *

Clara nearly faints when she opens the door. She half expects Ben to be her worst nightmare – some short fat dude, but thankfully she is more than pleasantly surprised. The first thing she notices is how he resembles a younger version of Bruce Springsteen – wavy dark brown hair, chocolate eyes, blue jeans, and instead of the typical white t-shirt Ben is wearing a black one. His bulging triceps and strong robust features are a bonus. Would I love to feel those strong arms wrapped around me, she thought. I bet he could lift me up with one hand. Then her excited expression turns to dread. She wonders, what if he doesn’t find me attractive? What if I’m simply not his type? Is he going to just walk out of here? The butterflies in her stomach are getting the better of her. Clara enters the kitchen and takes out a bottle of wine.

She hesitates and then asks, “Would you like some wine?”

“Sure.”

That’s a good sign isn’t it? I mean, would he stay for a glass of wine if he – No. Clara immediately stops herself. This negative thinking is exhausting. She pours the wine and languidly walks into the living room. Ben follows. The sound of Enigma spills out of the speakers and Clara sensually shakes her hips to the music. She sets their glasses down on the oak coffee table. I can do this. I can make this happen. Clara continues to move to the music. Her body sways gracefully and she twirls around. Her hands touch her breasts and travel down to her thighs.

Ben sits down and watches her. His growing hard on is quite apparent. Clara looks at him and licks her lips. I guess I really hit the jackpot here. This woman is driving me crazy – and it’s for real this time. Ben takes his hand and starts to stroke his dick. Clara moves a little closer and then abruptly stops.

“Well,” Clara says, “This is a little awkward.”

Ben doesn’t know what to make of the strange and unexpected comment. He thinks he sees her hands trembling but can’t be sure. His heart is beating so fast and his dick is throbbing.

“Look Ben I…” She despondently looks down, unable to face him.

Ben sits there perplexed. “You what?”

She walks to the wall of windows at the other end of the room. “I’m sorry you came all this way.” She turns around and stares directly into his eyes. “I thought I could make this work. I’m sorry.” She turns away. “At least I gave it a try but I just can’t.”

Ben can’t believe what he is hearing. Is she rejecting me? What the hell was that sexy dance all about? What a fucking tease. He jumps up from the couch and heads for the door. He never expected things to turn out like this. What a huge disappointment. His mind barely has time to take it all in. “Well let me just say for the record that you’re a first class bitch.” He starts to open the door but Clara slams it shut.

“What the hell did you call me?” Her hands were now on her hips and Ben can’t help but notice what a small waist she has. Even in his anger he still wants her.

“I called you a bitch Clara. A no good tease. Turning me on like that. What the fuck?” Ben is angry now. A rush of blood flushes his cheeks. “Now get out of my way so I can leave.”

* *

Clara is so turned on right now her pussy starts to ache. Hearing him say her name, face to face, is more of a turn on than she ever imagined. The anger in his eyes, the rage growing inside –. He pushes her aside and opens the door.

“Wait!” Clara shouts.

Ben turns around. She is really starting to piss him off.

“What?” He yells.

Clara once again closes the door, but gently this time, and walks right up to Ben to where they are almost touching. “You didn’t really buy that sac of crap I was giving you now, did you Ben?”

Before he can answer the silky black robe falls off her shoulders and she stands there naked before him. Ben is stunned. She is the most beautiful woman he has ever seen; slender yet voluptuous body, flat stomach with a small black crystal belly ring, and well toned arms and legs just begins to describe her. Clara has the kind of tan some women pay good money for – except for her breasts. They are milky white with dark, almost black areolas. Ben fights the desire to bring his lips to them and have a taste. Despite his anger he has a rock solid hard on and is tempted but hesitates. He wonders what kind of game she is playing. He doesn’t want to fall for her crazy bullshit again. Is she fucking with me? I don’t know what to think. This is one crazy bitch. Ben, you really know how to pick them.

He grabs her by the shoulders. “Listen you crazy bitch, I don’t know what’s going on in that twisted head of yours but –.”

Before he could finish she kisses him hard on the mouth. Her hot tongue teases as she sucks on his lower lip. Ben kisses back. The anger makes the kiss seem urgent. He then pulls on her hair causing their lips to part.

Breathless he says, “Is this some kind of game to you?”

“No. Not unless you want it to be.” She doesn’t flinch. She doesn’t take her eyes off of him. In fact, she’s quite calm. She smiles at him and he melts like putty in her hands.

Ben realizes what Clara’s done and starts to laugh. “You really had me there for a minute.”

“I had to think of some way to break the ice.” When you walked in you could cut the tension with a knife.” She looks deep into his eyes and Ben can feel his soul being caressed. She smiles and whispers in his ear, “It’s so wonderful to finally meet you.”

Clara walks back into the living room and Ben follows. The gentle sway of her hips and ass further excite him. She picks up a glass of wine and hands it to him. He takes a seat on the couch. He watches as she brings the glass to her lips.

Looking at her Ben is still amazed at how she could so nonchalantly stand there without any clothes on – amazed that he hasn’t fucked her yet. Looking dreamily up at her he says, “So you like to play games huh?”

“I like a lot of things Ben.”

Just then Clara sits down on the other couch and spreads her legs giving Ben full view of her glorious pussy.

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