It had been three months since Nikky had been dating. She knew she was beyond her last boyfriend, but was still not sure where she was going. Sitting at her desk at work on a Thursday, she remembered a moment at IKEA over the Christmas holidays. As she walked through the labrynth of halls and endless furniture she didn't know she needed until she saw it, she felt a tinge in her. Unfamiliar with the feeling and realizing that the tinge had made her flush, she looked to see if anyone had noticed.

As she turned, she saw him. He was a good looking man. 6 feet tall and about 190lbs, with blue eyes and brown hair. His presence had inexplicably caused her to feel the tinge and he had noticed her flush. She knew she was being watched. As she walked along, she kept turning to him as he sat in a padded leather chair, rocking it slowly and confidently as he stared at her shapely form, wondering what lay beneath those comfortable Saturday clothes and along that sleek figure. She felt compelled at once to flee, both to him and away. "I don't just go for a man at IKEA because he is looking at me. Maybe if he comes and talks to me, " she thought to herself.

She walked hurriedly away and sought out her friends down the aisle. She was away and safe from the unknown now. Nikki and her friends kept walking and Nikki was now allowing the moment she had just experienced to fade into her subconscious as she pondered the merits of metal shelves versus wood. She moved along and saw a full length mirror she thought would look great in her bedroom. It was fashioned after the old antique style of a stand-alone-swivel mirror. She walked to it and thought of buying herself a gift for a change. As she looked at her sleek figure in the mirror, she saw him behind her. He was dancing alone as if in a ballroom, in a tuxedo, walzing to some forgotten tune, holding an imaginary partner.

She turned to see him, but he wasn't there. Sweating now and confused, she forgot the mirror and hurried to the check-out.

She said good-bye to her friends and drove home. As she drove along the 401 to the 404, she kept thinking of his blue eyes. They looked past her or something. She regretted not talking to him now, but still that tinge existed inside her. She needed now. She needed something and for now she would have to do. She turned up the heat and in the safety of her tinted windows, slid a hand inside her blouse and undid her front-clasped silk-lace bra.

She found her nipples smaller and harder than ever. She slowly rubbed them as she thought of his rugged frame and calm demeanor and she tingled. Making sure to pay just enough attention to the road, she slid her hand from her warm, firm breasts to her thigh. She opened her skirt zipper and slowly massaged her thigh. Soon, when she could no longer avoid it, she slid her fingers into her crotch. She slid a finger along her soaking softness, parting her lips with the greatest of ease. She found herself going directly for her personal place as she felt like waiting no longer.

She diddled furiously and took mere moments until she was screaming in exstacy.

She barreled along the highway, one hand on the wheel the other hand driving her wild as she shuddered over and over. She would be going to dinner that night with her mother and realized that she had better go home to shower off the potent smell of a woman in heat. Several weeks past and she had forgotten about the man and the episode with the mirror.

She was at work at her manufaturing job, when she decided to spice up her day with a romp through some erotic chat rooms. As she looked around at the typical boring fare on-line: sick old men writing "play me and suck me", she found a cuious chat. Toronto.

That's where she was and found her way there. She found a nice enough guy and they started chatting. As she realized that he lived near the IKEA, she LOLed and let him know she thought it was funny.

He would have no idea why though. As they chatted, they seemed to get along fine and decided to write a few times.

After a short time, they decided to go to a movie and see how things went.

He wasn't looking for anything serious and she was three months out of a relationship and was open to whatever might happen.

They went to one of those new super-theatres and met for a coffee in the cafe before the movie. She liked the way he looked, sandy brown hair, blue eyes, a sincere face and a attractive body. He looked athletic and as she asked more about him, she found that he played hockey, windsurfed and skied.

He found her attractive as well. As he sipped his coffee and let his lungs expand in appreciation of the aroma, he looked at her brown hair caressing her face and her deep brown eyes, dark and mysterious. He thought things would be good between them. He wanted to be polite though, and refrained from telling her that even as they were having this nice moment, he was dying to see her sleek figure accentuated by her taut nipples which were by now poking through her tight top. He was interested and she could sense it, without haing to ask. They bought tickets for the 7pm movie and mad there way there, a little nervous and a little excited. As he opened the door for her, she brushed up against his body and wrapped an arm around him to bring him through the door at the same moment. The movie was mediocre, but they enjoyed the popcorn. It sometimes felt electric as their hands touched in the popcorn bag. This was after all, an exciting encounter that one mostly reads about others doing. Neither one had done anything like this before and both were nervous and exhilliartated at the same time. They did like eachother. Occasionally, Nikki would lean his way and rest against him. Just getting a feel for him.

One time, though, she brushed her leg up against his and suddenly was back in IKEA wondering whether she should talk to the man in the leather chair or find her friends. She now wished she had talked to him, but felt liberated that now, as this man sat next to her, she would have another chance. The movie ended and they chatted about how good it was in this way and how maybe it could have been better if... They were near her house and she asked him to follow her to a pub near her place. They drove in their cars and parked in the nearby lot. While driving, each was wondering what would come next.

As they met and started walking to the pub, she rubbed happily up next to him excited to talk some more. As she did, he put his hand in hers and asked if she was cold. They stopped, without further words and kissed. It was a tender, unkowing and cautious kiss but they both enjoyed it immensely. They were, after all, both interested and nervous.

They smiled and he suggested they keep going. When they got to the pub, it was closed. Apparently there had been a fire in the shop next door and the place would be closed for a while. She said that maybe she should just go home and he thought that sounded like the right thing to do. It was late though, and he offered to walk her home to be safe.

The parking lot was adjacent to her block, so she left her car and they walked, his arm firmly wrapped around her for warmth as they walked hurriedly to her place.

They hadn't thought things through much, and she opened her door and turned to say goodbye.

Just then she felt a tinge and flushed. She knew he had noticed and erased all confusion and apprehension within her.

They kissed instantly and passionately. His tongue found hers as they warmed themselves from the inside. She grapped his coat and brought him inside.

They kissed harder and harder abandoning themselves for the moment for many moments. He ran his fingers though her dark brown hair and enjoyed the feel of this woman as she pulled herself to him. He was jst her size. They fit into eachother well. The longer they kissed, the more clothing they managed to shed. Soon, he was kissing her neck with abandon as she struggled to kick off her jeans.

Realizing that this was unexpected, they looked at eachother with a questioning look for a moment, but the moment passed when they lunged back at eachother, tongues dancing in the night. She was now wearing her panties and blouse and he was down to his boxers and shirt. She led him to her bedroom and put some rythmic music on. She came to him and unbuttoned his shirt.

She found him to have a small patch of hair on his chest and she kissed his nipples and bit them softly as she ripped his shirt off his shoulders.

She lowly kissed her way down his stomach, but he stopped her.

"Unfair" he said. "I have been waiting to touch your nipples since we first chatted." She stood and he led her to the bed. Kissing her softly on the neck, he raised her blouse and unsnapped her bra.

Deftly, he took them both off and picked her up in his arms.

He lay her down on her bed and began stroking her perky chest with one hand as the other gripped a breat firmly and kneaded it as he softly bit her nipple, tonguing it in turn. He made love to her chest and began caressing her long legs as she moaned gently.

She ran her hands through his hair and sighed with pleasure.

He found her teasing mound just dying to be exposed to his touch. Her panties were soaked and she lifted her soft place to allow him to remove them. He threw them to some lost spot in the room, too far away from where their minds were to notice. He kissed her and allowed a hand to slide over her breasts to down her flat stomach to her moist pubes. He allowed his fingers to slowly explore the area and sank one deep inside her as she moaned loudly and pleasureably. He was turned on by her voice and determined to hear her in exstacy. He massaged her personal place rhythmically with the music and began kissing her nipples, telling her to concentrate on how it feels. He could feel his hard length up against her thigh and knew he would have a great explosion later. But for now, he kissed his way down her body and kissed her thighs and spread her legs.

He buried his face in her mound as she grinded her hips to him and moaned softly. He teased her at first barely touching her moistness with his tongue, but sut slowly started alternating between lapping her lips and carfully, artfully tonguing her personal place. The more he kissed her personal place, the more she moaned and wrythed on the bed. He wanted to hear her come. He wanted to feel her stomach quiver as his face made love to her softness. He abandoned all other places and simply tongued her personal place for a moment. She screamed furiously as she came, wrapping her thighs around his head, making him deaf to all but the pulse of her quivering body and the faint sounds of her voice as she filled the room with her satiated screams.

He came up next to her and held her as she relaxed.

He kissed her body and face and wiped the sweat from her brow and stomach.

She returned the favor and began kissing her way along his stomach to his still hard length.

It stood over seven inches at this point, beautiful and sleek. She relished the thought of kissing it. She artfully kissed and sucked him, playing with his balls and working her hands along the shaft. He closed his eyes and smiled and thought of her beautiful lips wrapped around him. He began to feel a familiar pleasure in his length and she could tell he was as excited as her could be. She stopped and smoothly mounted him. It seemed that in one swift motion, she had stopped sucking him and had started playing him. She slid effortlessly and pleasureably down his shaft. They both smiled.

He lifted his hands to cup her breasts and tease her nipples. She slowly started to work her hips in a grinding circle and could feel herself coming to another orgasm. He cupped her perfect soft place and sit up to kiss her nipples. She grinded her hips furiously and played him and played him.

They were perfect now. Both climbing the rungs of exstacy at the same pace reaching yet another level of pleasure together.

Finally as her hair flung around her head, she whispered in his ear "come in me".

The simple sound of her voice caused him to lose all contol. He pushed himself deep inside her and his prick pulsed passionately.

His face grimaced and like an elastic that's been snapped, sprang to total orgasmic bliss. This was all she needed.

She arched her back, grabbed her breats and began quivering around his orgasming prick as she came yet again. They crashed to eachother and faded for several hours before doing it again before work the next day.