Universal Force of Attraction

This is my own original story, characters and poems.

The car fingering was a first for Sara, she was somewhat shocked that she went that far. Oh sure she had masturbated a couple of times before, in the privacy of her own bed and in the shower once, but in the car? ‘What has come over me,’ she spoke out loud to herself. A few minutes later she pulled into her complex parking garage, rode the elevator up to the fifth floor, walked down the hall to her condo, plopped her briefcase down on the kitchen counter and without hesitation began taking off her clothes as she headed for the bathroom. First her blouse, then bra, dropping them in the hall. She leaned into the tub and started running the water for the bath. She flipped off her heels, unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor, slid her thong panties down her thighs and pulled them over her feet. Standing in front of the mirror, she stared at herself and her shaved pussy. ‘Oh my god,’ she giggled to herself, shaking her head back and forth. There was a totalness to her nakedness now, almost like she had never been this naked before. She felt sexier, more sensuous, more erotic. She stroked her long curly blond hair, pulling it down to touch her breasts. Her blue eyes glowed brilliantly. She ran her hands over the curves of her waist, then around to her ass. She closed her eyes, running her hands over her breasts and nipples, letting her fingers massage deep into her tissue, then slid them down her belly and thighs, moving up and down over her soft skin and then between her legs. She was hairless and wet again. She dipped a finger into herself part way, then brought it to her nose and let her scent linger, igniting her senses. Now she was ready for a bath. She pulled several bottles of bath oils from a drawer, settling on a mixture of jasmine and lavender she had made herself and poured the contents into the now steaming water. She tied up her hair, walked to the kitchen, uncorked a bottle of Pinot Noir and grabbed a glass. She was feeling hungry but didn’t want to waste the time preparing something, so she grabbed some breadsticks and went back towards the bathroom. She made a quick detour to the bedroom to get her notebook. She used this to jot down words and phrases, which eventually when put together, led to poems. She felt in the mood to write something erotic. She stepped into the water and slowly lowered herself into its depths. Her whole body tingled. She leaned her head back onto the tub pillow, closing her eyes to take in all that was happening to her body.
After a few moments she again began to think about last night with Robert, how it all got started and where it ended up. Robert was her friend from across the hall, whom she met shortly after moving into the Arboretum Estates Condos. Their friendship had grown steadily over this past year and she really came to rely on him especially to help her with things around the condo, but also as someone she could talk to, share things with. Robert frequently came over after work for a glass of wine or to share a beer with Sara out on the balcony. He worked construction so that allowed him to be home in the late afternoons and when Sara was home they got together sometimes. There was nothing romantic about their relationship, although they’d had sex twice before last night. The first time was after a condo association summer party where Sara had drank too much and Robert had carried her to her condo, laid her in bed and when he started to leave, Sara called him back in and said she didn’t want to sleep alone that night. After he laid down next to her, Sara’s juices started to flow and the next morning they woke up at one o’clock in the afternoon in each other arms completely naked and completely embarrassed. They’d had ravenous sex until dawn. They both agreed that it was a one time event and that they could remain friends, each one assuring the other that they were not wanting to be in a relationship with anyone.
The second time, again with Sara as the instigator, she had taken Robert out for dinner for his 30th birthday. After they’d eaten they sat in the bar for a while, laughing about past birthday’s and talking nonsense. Of course they drank too much. By the time they pulled into the condo garage she had teased him thoroughly by completely stripping herself naked while he drove and then rubbing at his hard cock, pulling it out of his pants and toying with him. They ran from the assigned parking space to a hidden alcove in the garage that Robert had known was there for some reason. It was walled on three sides, so the rest of the garage patrons couldn’t see if anyone was in there unless they walked up to it. And it wasn’t near the elevator which made it the perfect spot for a sexual encounter. Robert turned her around, placed her hands against the wall and did her from behind, and in a matter of a few short minutes, they were both in orgasms. Sara had to stay in the alcove until Robert could go back to the car to get her clothes. He had teased her, wanting her to come out into the open to retrieve her clothes until a car pulled in and he had to run to the alcove for cover. Sara slipped on her dress, carrying her bra, panties and shoes in her hands and they rode up the elevator and each went to their own homes. The next day they traded the same just friends, no relationship jargon as the first time.
Last night Sara wasn’t drunk. Sure she’d had two glasses of wine, one with dinner and one when Robert came over, but not enough to put her into a ‘lookin to get laid’ mood. She remembered telling Robert as she got up from the sofa that she was going to take a quick shower. He responded by saying he needed a shower as well and before he said another word Sara had invited him to take a shower with her. She continued walking to her bathroom without looking back to see if he was coming, slipped off her robe and got into the shower. After soaking herself down, she had lathered up her right leg, lifting it onto the tiled seat and started shaving. Before she’d gotten to her knee, Robert was standing in front of her, naked, holding his hand out wanting the razor. Sara just looked at him a moment and handed it to him. They shared no words, she just closed her eyes and leaned back against the cold wall. Robert shaved both her legs, moving up her thighs, closer and closer to her pussy. The closer he got, the more her excitement rose. The sensations of the rushing warm water and his hands on her put her into another world. He touched at her clit, moved her folds, spread her legs, shaving everywhere there was hair and she was oblivious to it all. He lapped at her with his tongue and her mind sucked in all of the sensuousness of the moment and she was helpless to stop it. She heard the razor drop to the shower floor and then felt Robert pressing against her, his cock at her opening, his hands on her breasts and then he was in her, shoving her hard against the tile. He held her hands above her head and rocked his hips into her with five or six deep thrusts and they both came together. Robert kissed at her breasts as he finished with a few smaller thrusts, lowered her hands, got out and quickly dried himself off, leaving Sara standing in the shower, eyes closed, out of breath, out of body and out of mind. She swore this morning that she must have been in the shower for 45 minutes after he left. Pruned, she got out and shocked herself as she looked into the mirror at her shaven pussy.

Sara opened her eyes now in the tub and grabbed her notebook. She hadn’t seen Robert yet today. Would they exchange the same pleasantries about being friends as the other two times? She hoped so. Robert was a good friend, she enjoyed his company, especially to fill in all those lonely times at home by herself. She eased her mind somewhat, noting that she had suspected for a while that he might be gay, or at the least Bi, with a flair for men. After all, he’d fucked Sara three times now so Bi wasn‘t out of the question. But she had noticed that he had a lot of guy friends that seemed to spend the night quite often. Robert wasn’t a heavy drinker or overly party happy so she doubted that his male companions were always too drunk to go home. And mostly they were there one at a time. She doubted that he wanted a relationship with her as much as she didn’t with him. Sexually, he was very good, at least with her, with his oversized cock and muscular body. He was tall, at least to Sara’s 5’6” petite frame, she guessed six feet but no taller. Attractive in a rough way, wavy dirty blond hair, green eyes, hands a little leathery, probably from the job, but felt awesome to her when he rubbed them on her breasts or clit. His voice deep, his smile bright. Intellectually though Robert was a turn off. A construction man’s mentality she surmised. Sometimes vulgar, disorderly and impatient, but not impolite. But none the less, he was just a friend, whom she was discovering she liked to fuck occasionally.