1. Kinky Carla Part 2 – “Seduction”


    Date: 10/25/2015, Categories: Hardcore, Mature, Author: eroticscribe, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    “My Seduction of Carla.” Or was it hers of me?For the rest of the weekend, I kept picturing that lewdly exciting scene I witnessed in the parking garage. It quickly dawned on me that I was becoming increasingly obsessed with Carla. I was anxious to go to the office, then to figure out a way to connect with her. I knew that Carla was a smoker, because I often saw her sitting on the courtyard benches where smoking is allowed. As with most smoking areas, it was pushed off to the downwind side, under a large tree. That Monday, after a quick lunch, I went downstairs and walked across the courtyard. I saw her! She was about to light-up. I approached the bench. When she saw me, I managed what must have been a nervous smile. I spoke. “Would you mind me sharing this bench with you?” She glanced quickly around the area, obviously noticing that there were other benches that were empty. She replied, “Oh, not at all. That is, as long as you don’t mind cigarette smoke. I’m about to light up.” “I don’t mind a bit. I used to be a pack-a-day guy myself, so the smell kinda brings back fond memories. And I’d rather sit here in the shade, than bake in the sun. By the way, my name is Adam.” “Hi. I’m Carla. You look familiar. Don’t I know you from somewhere?” “I think our offices might be on the same floor. Twentieth floor, isn’t it?” “Ah yes. That must be it. I knew I saw you before.” We chatted very comfortably for a few minutes. Seeing her up-close for the first time, I took mental note. ...
    All-in-all, I found her attractive. First, she was tastefully attired in her business ensemble of a white blouse, dark slacks and a well-tailored jacket. She possessed a sparkling personality. In a word, I would describe her as vivacious and outgoing. Her physical attributes were very much to my liking. I have always been attracted to large, soft and full-figured women. And I have a special “thing” for older, mature-minded ones. (I’m quite sure that I have had this predilection because of something that I experienced when I was eleven years old. That event also led to my first masturbation. But that’s a long story, better left for another time.) As the week progressed, I actively sought more time with Carla, at the only place I knew she might be. We spoke easily, freely and openly about a wide range of topics – from the weather to more exotic subjects. One thing struck me as being unusual. While her overall countenance might be described as “ladylike,” certain vulgarities flowed from her lips quite easily, with a fluidity borne of familiar and frequent use of such words. In time, Carla and I became quite familiar with each other. There was only one subject that I meticulously avoided, which was anything having to do with age. This was as my guiding rule whenever I had any interaction with an older woman. I had a feeling that she had some appreciation of my reluctance to “go there.” So she surprised me, one day, when out of the blue, she asked me, “How old are you, Adam?” When I ...
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