Tara

I woke up from the nightmare disorientated and in a cold sweat. Every inch of my body was drenched. Turning to my right, I looked over at Kayla sleeping so peacefully, almost carelessly.  I got up and went downstairs to the couch to collected my thoughts. 

I sat there reliving it all.  Back then I felt it was over between Kayla and me; I just couldn't bring myself to let her go.  We were together for four years. The first two years were great, the years that followed - not so great.  Everything seemed to be an argument, even the little things that meant nothing.  For some reason we just drifted apart. There was only one thing we silently agreed upon; and that was that even though we lived together for 3 years, in our minds and our actions we might as well be living apart.  She was very good to me at times, everyday when I came home my dinner would be cooked just the way I liked it.  My clothes would be ironed in the morning and laid out for me to wear, yeah, she was good that way. However, even when she was pleasant, she always seemed detached. I knew in my mind something was wrong but couldn't bring myself to face the truth, Kayla was cheating. I don't know with whom or why, but I could sense that she was cheating… or so I assumed. So I look at it like this, if she can have her indiscretions, why couldn’t I?

Collect your thoughts.  Collect your thoughts…

Every night for that past week I would wake up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat, thinking about her.  To me she was goddess-like gorgeous, unattainable; big absorbing beautiful eyes, plump full lips, and cute little dimples on her accenting her cheeks. Perfect.

Tara was her name.

She had just started working in my building on the 18th floor. Every other day at lunch, I would catch a glimpse of her at the cafe downstairs sipping on her orange Juice and reading her notes. I have tried on several occasions to chance a conversation to no avail.  Sometimes I would pause and look intentionally in her direction, but she would never look up.   One day I decided to push the envelope and walked over to the table were she sat uninvited.

"Excuse me I couldn't help but notice you’re new to this building"

She looked up at me as if I had just interrupted her from something very important.  Now I feel sorry that I ever grew balls.  Embarrassed, I sought a courteous retreat.

 “I’m sorry I didn't mean to disturb…"

I quickly turned to leave, to disappear, and kick myself when I heard the most beautifully balanced voice I ever heard. It had a lightness that floated on the air and sweetness that instantly made you feel its sincerity.

"No that's okay, please have a seat." 

I stood there a moment just staring at her in admiration, suspended in my good fortune.  She was wearing a dark suit pinstriped suit, which complimented her ever curve, as the lines of the pinstripes bent to and fro navigating around her ample breasts.  The sexy way her hair was up, made her look so stunning, that it made you fantasize how it would look down and cascading about her shoulders. Her light cocoa complexion flowed throughout her body like soft running water.  And the longer I stood there lingering as I took her all in, I knew it would be the sooner the swelling in my pants would betray me with embarrassment. I sat down reveling in this moment, not wanting it to end.

 “To answer your question, yes I am new to this building.  Are you?  I’ve never seen you before." 

Wow, she must really be into her work not to notice me, everyone in the building knows who I am. That is everyone except payroll and my bonus check.  Let me expose my vulnerability and let her know that I notice her.

"Well you may not see me, but I always see you.  I see you mostly in the elevator. You’re usually on the phone or reading the paper."
She laughed, revealing those dimples that before today I could only admire from afar.

"Well your right about that, I guess I've been very busy lately, too busy to notice my surroundings.  I have to watch that or I might miss something, or “someone” important."

Hmmm…  Was that flirting, perhaps an invitation? Naw… read into it wrong and you’ll end up with five fingers across the mouth.

As she spoke I admired the beautiful shape of her lips, and how they moved to form each sound, all I could think about is how badly I wanted to be in her mouth right now. I could feel a lump rising in my throat.  I swallowed hard my arousal and changed focus.

"So it’s Tara right, Tara Watson?"

I intentionally looked down at her badge which was gratefully positioned center breast; she looked at me, and then traced the path of my eyes, pointing at her badge.

"Ahhh, yup that's my name." 

Cool… Play it cool.  Don’t blow it.  Lick your lips.  Yeah, lick your lips.  Women love that. I thought to myself.

"Can I ask you a question?" I said looking in her eyes, licking my lips.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" I said it this time licking my lips more dramatically.

She blushed and I could tell I caught her off guard.

 "Well no, not at the moment I'm definitely on the market, I don’t know yet if I am even “in” the market.  Would you like to use my Chapstick?"  She said laughingly.

Her comment caught me. I was frozen between mid-licks; I just sat looking like a dumb drunken lizard with its tongue hanging out.  Damn, that was the most idiotic thing you’ve done all day.  You’re really losing it.

When she placed her hand on mine it felt like warm petals of lilies freshly picked from a flower garden, I stared into her eyes and they held no secrets, fears or resentments, nothing but the nudity of sincerity and open affection.  This woman was real.  And I am taken by every bit of her.

“Listen” She said.

“Relax ...  You’re doing fine.  Now, tell me all about you…”

Over the next few weeks Tara and I would meet regularly during lunch.  Most of our conversations were pretty basic: work, family and friends; never anything too personal or too heavy. However, over time my attraction for her grew so fierce that each time I had to fight every urge in my body not to take her in my arms and kiss her. 

One night while working late on a project, and I had to go downstairs to my car for a folder I had forgotten. On the way back up the elevator doors opens, and there is Tara.  I could tell by the look in her eyes, she was just as surprised as I was as, as we both stood there, our eyes locked in the moment. I got in the elevator, and instead of Tara getting out, she just stood there staring at me. Wishes are dreams not yet chanced by fate, and I was not going to let this chance escape my fate.  I stood in front of her.  It was on.  I had fantasized this moment far too long, and so far everything was perfect.

Silently, I leaned forward and kissed her lips with a starving hunger. She responded with grabbing the back of my neck and plunging her tongue deeply into mine. My fingers frantically searched to unbutton her blouse, as I felt her nipples began piercing my chest.  Finally inside her unbuttoned blouse, I lifted her ample breasts to my lips and made her regret her earlier Chapstick joke.  In blind pleasure, she forcibly grabbed my head and plunged it deeper onto her breast, while her hands drifted along the growing bulge in my pants, squeezing it hard, as she sought out the zipper.

Now, it strange how we think of the damnedest things at the damnedest moments, because all I could think of were two things:

                When was the last time I shaved down there?
                Whether I had enough wiggle room to out maneuver the                teeth of my zipper.

Mentally, I cursed the person who had decided that a man’s pants needed zippers.  In a blur of move, she unbuckled my belt, unzipped my zipper, and had my pants down my ankles.  I breathed a sigh of relief as she took my erection in her hand and slowly stroked it as she kissed me long and hard. This whole thing was too much to believe.  Like a madman I turned her around and lifted up her skirt.

Whoa, no panties, and completely shaved…

 I quickly fished in my wallet for a condom, but was so eager I dropped it on the floor.  Tara picked it up and before handing it to me noticed written in magic marker was “Tara” written on it.  Yep, you guessed it.  I had a condom with her name on it.

“You gotta be kidding me.” She laughed.

I just comically shrugged and rolled the condom on.  Tara was as wet and as she was tight.  She was so tight I had to allow myself extra caution as I expanded her walls inch by inch.  Once comfortable with my being completely inside her, we created a smooth steady rhythm of my thrusting forward, and her rearing back.  We were so synchronized it was unbelievable.  Everything was going well until she gripped that damned elevator railing.  With a fiendish gleam in her eye, she smirked as she looked back at me and grabbed the railing with a hard firm grip. She then began to back me against the elevator wall almost crushing me, as she mercilessly started grinding herself on me.  Tara didn’t moan, she groaned as she churned her hips totally absorbing me.  I could feel the energy she exerted with each rotation, round and round I watch her rear work its magic, beckoning to go deeper and deeper and deeper…  Her juices at this point were spilling down the course of my legs when I began to regret what all this time I had wished for.  This woman was tearing me up and she knew it.  My only option was to surrender and succumb – or just cum, and I felt the latter about to do just that. The louder I moaned, the harder she’d grind.  The scent of her love was all over the elevator, filling it with arousal.  I could feel myself throbbing out of control as I started the hard jerking motion that precedes shooting a large load – it was time.

Suddenly Tara pulled off me, turned around and ripped the condom off, while tightly grabbing the base.  She remained there kneeling before me with me throbbing in her hand for a moment, just admiring her craftsmanship with a smile of satisfaction.  The veins were so excited they were about to leap from my skin.  My agonized head dribbled clear fluid down my shaft and onto her hand coating it shiny as if she wearing silk gloves. 

Then, she took a deep breath and softly started to blow on the erection, before she released it.

Clearly, the next thing that happened even surprised Tara, as I shot a long hot spring of cum into the air at least two feet high.  It seemed suspended in the air for a moment, defying gravity, as she was engrossed in feverishly stroking me at a lightning pace. When she remembered to look up at the prize she created it landed, catching her squarely on the face, whitewashing her eyes, nose and mouth with a loud splat.   The heat of my cum must have heightened her arousal, because she increased her paced to a point that now had me trembling violently.  One hand stroked the shaft, while the other crushed the head - that was her technique.  I moaned so loud, I didn’t know if it were from pain or pleasure.  All I can recall is that she loved every moment of this.

The next day at work I was smiling from ear to ear. All I could think about was Tara and our little elevator tryst.  I waited for her in the cafeteria as usual, but after a half - hour, no Tara. Curious, I called the number she had given me - the number was not in service.  Now concerned, I rushed upstairs to the floor she said she worked on and asked the receptionist if Tara was in today.  The receptionist looked at me with utter confusion.  

“Sorry there is no one here by that name.”

“Are you sure?  Tara.  Tara Watson.  I’ve seen her security badge with this company’s name and logo.”

“No sir, this is NO Tara Watson working here.”

I couldn't believe what I was hearing.  My stomach began to knot, and I was starting to feel queasy and light-headed.  The woman that I had fantasized about for weeks, the woman who I had just had the most amazing sex with - in this very building; the woman who I had… had fallen for, doesn’t exist.

I went for home early, feeling confused and dumbfounded.

 "This is definitely not my day.  I wish it would finally end and be over with." I thought to myself. 

I opened the door, and was shocked at what appeared to be a robbery.  Everything was gone; there was nothing in the house, the furniture, television everything - gone!  My heart skipped a beat as I reached for my cell phone to call the police, cursing loudly every crackhead I had ever given spare change, when out of the corner of my eye I saw a bright yellow paper contrasting the white refrigerator.

As I took the note off the magnet, a picture dropped from behind it.   It was a picture of Kayla holding hands with another female smiling from ear to ear.  They looked very happy.

“Hmmm…, I thought I knew all Kayla friends.” I thought to myself.

I scrutinized the picture more closely, blinking hard in disbelief as I concentrated on the other woman.

"Tara?" I said out loud.

I looked closely at the other female and it was Tara. Questions poured into my frantic thoughts.

What was Tara doing with Kayla?
How well did they know each other?
Why did Tara fuck the hell out of me last night?
Why have I never seen this picture before? 

"This can't be happening!"

I collapsed on the floor with my head in my hands, riddled with questions.  Finally,  I remembered the short note. 

 Sorry, but I can't do this anymore.  I can’t go on living this lie. I've decided to move out and be with the woman in the picture, Sherine.  For weeks I waited for you to come to your senses.  I realized last night how much she is willing to do to prove her love, and she has gone the limit and given herself.  I can now accept that I am in love with her, and together we will give this new love a try.  I’m sorry that you failed.  She always said you would cheat at the drop of a hat, and now she’s proven how much she loves me, and how much you do not.  All night while you were “working” I prayed that you would to your weakness into strength.  Well, I guess we were just not meant to be.

Kayla.

It took me two long years to prove myself enough to win back Kayla, but in the long run over-all; it’s the bitter tests that teach the toughest lessons.

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