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Meeting Eric
by Jaya (no address provided)

***

Kara has been fantasizing about a man she met at work 
for 2 years. She meets him again at a conference she 
was not supposed to be at... (MF, reluc, rough-sex)

***
 
So there she was, at a conference on Friday evening 
she wasn't even supposed to be at. Her colleague had 
an emergency call and dumped this one on her. 

When finally the speaker wrapped he presentation up, 
Kara moved out into the bar area. She saw very few 
familiar faces when she looked around. 

She needed a drink though. It had been a very long 
week. She walked over to the bar and sat down. The 
bartender looked at her with an understanding look on 
his face. She didn't really hear him, but she must 
have ordered a double martini, since it was in front 
of her. She picked up her drink and felt her gaze 
being pulled across the bar. It must have been her 
subconscious, kicking her brain. 

Eyes locked. It was him. The man she had countless 
fantasies about. That one man that fit seamlessly into 
her wild and brutal dreams. His confident, sly smile. 
The flattering manners, even though probably 
deliberately just a tad sloppy, that he carried 
himself with. Those eyes that promised her everything 
she could think off. 

She felt instantly that she was not going to be able 
to say no, in her mind, that many times again. He 
never asked. He never went too far. He never stepped 
out of line, still, she knew. She knew that he was an 
artist in the way he tiptoed along that line of yes or 
no.

Oh, she knew. He had been working her. Maybe not even 
deliberately... 

She kept looking at him, while her mind raced. She had 
undressed him in her mind countless times before, as 
she did now. 

She envisioned him in just jeans and a belt, the 
muscles in his broad back showing without him even 
trying. She always had a thing for a man's back. Maybe 
it was knowing he could lift her up, push her against 
the wall and keep her pinned while having his way with 
her. She wanted him to have his way with her, so badly 
she could taste him. She could feel his hot breath in 
her ear, his teeth down her neck, the strong hands on 
her hips and ass.

She woke up from her daydreaming with a shock. She 
noticed she was still looking at him. He must have 
seen something in her eyes, as did the bartender. He 
told her "well, beautiful, wish you would have looked 
at me that way. I would have complied with your every 
request."

She never paid much attention to the man. All she 
could focus on was Eric. Pity though, she thought. He 
was in a suit as well, but it didn't work for him. It 
had no belt either, she caught herself thinking. In 
slow-motion she felt herself looking at him and 
herself, when he made his way over to her. It was like 
a movie. She could feel her body screaming yes and no 
at the same time from the top of her head to her 
toenails. It was confusing. She wanted to while she 
knew it might not be a good idea for her career.

It felt like she was 13 again. She had almost no 
resistance. It felt like the deal was already sealed 
the first time she even laid eyes on him, two years 
ago. Like she had no say in it. That hadn't happened 
to her in years. She had the art of seduction down. 
She was great at it. She knew that for the power over 
a man, saying no was the best way to get it. She had 
powerful men willing to lick the heel of her boot, 
crawling on the floor willing to give her whatever she 
asked for in business as well as in bed. She loved 
being able to mentally show them every corner of the 
room, make them work for her. 

Not this time though. 

She felt she couldn't even try. Her mind protested 
against it, while usually she as in full control of 
it. 

He was not a yard away from her now. Every nerve in 
her body was strung so tightly and she felt on edge 
like she had never done before. 

Of course, he was going to say hi in a way that was 
totally well mannered and innocent to a bystander, 
while at the same time so ridden with tension she 
could turn into a tesla coil.

While he stood behind her from an angle, he softly 
laid his hand across her shoulder blade. She couldn't 
help turning towards him while he said, "What a 
pleasant surprise to see you here". His mouth ended up 
not 3 inches from her ear, having that deep, sultry 
voice piercing her brain. She froze and she scrambled 
for a reply, wrecking her mind about how to handle 
this.

Her body screamed for release. Her body kept yelling 
at her to kiss him. To let him drag her out of the bar 
and have his way with her in the parking lot for all 
she cared.

She tried pushing the uncontrollable fantasies away 
and think of what to say. It seemed like an eternity 
until she finally opened her mouth.

"well, Eric," she said "indeed. I was not expecting to 
be here either. My colleague had an emergency. I took 
his place to not miss any vital information."

He seemed a bit taken aback by the formality she threw 
his way. Still, like before, like what seemed had 
always been, he didn't seem to give up. He always 
found a way to make it worse in an instant and made 
her feel like all she had to do was saying yes in her 
mind. It always felt the choice was hers, even though 
it was no choice. She knew she could not keep 
resisting him. Not now, not ever.

Her body had already decided for her first time she 
met him. And in a way, her mind had already done so 
too. She knew it wasn't professional. She knew she 
should be better than this by now. Still, she felt she 
had no other option. She just had to feel him on her, 
in her, with her. She had to know.

"I like your shoes," he said "but then again, I have 
never seen you in bad shoes"

In horror she felt her right leg move a few inches. 
Her knee brushed against his leg, while he was still 
half standing over her. It felt like her whole body 
short circuited. She couldn't reach her mind. All went 
quiet and exploded at the same time.

He seemed without a care in the world when he leaned 
against the bar with one elbow. She wasn't sure 
whether or not he did it on purpose. So cool, so 
collected, so in control. Unlike her. His move to the 
bar made both her legs touch him now. She couldn't see 
if he liked it or just didn't really notice. Or cared 
about it.

It drove her nuts. With him, she was clueless. She 
wanted him to make a move. Let this whole thing be 
over with. Give in. She wanted to give in. But he 
didn't help her. He never gave her the last push she 
needed. So she found herself in agony, in endless 
doubt, in endless struggle with herself and strung up 
until the point of breaking.

It wasn't even thirty seconds that passed when this 
happened in her mind. Not even ten, she thought.

She tried kicking herself awake and to be 
businesslike, but only made it 2/3 of the way there. 
She gathered every last bit of strength she had left 
and pushed herself to look him in the face. She felt 
like a deer in the headlight, unable to move or to 
think, when she lifted her chin and met his eyes once 
more. A jolt went through her. She scrambled to get a 
sentence out. 

"Life treating you well, I see? You seem without a 
care in the world." She said, "but then again, I have 
never seen you doubt anything."

Did that hit home? She secretly wished to hell it did. 
She hoped she could see something in his face twitch 
or move. She hoped she could finally find the clue, 
the clue that told her he wanted what she had been 
fantasizing and dreaming about for so long.

She imagined, -or did she?- him moving back a fraction 
of an inch. He never budged though. "May I offer you a 
drink?" he asked. Again, so well-mannered. Again, not 
a clue. Not one.

Kara noticed the untouched glass in front of her. 
"Thank you Eric, maybe I should finish this one first" 
she smiled, "good thing I am not the designated driver 
for once." The constant wrenching battle raged on 
inside her. 

"Oh, you did not take your own car? How did you get 
here?" he asked.

"Old friend, he had to be here as well. He picked me 
up from work" she offered, secretly wishing he would / 
would not offer her a ride back. They lived in the 
same town. Even if he did, she thought, could be just 
his mind-wrangling manners...

Ugh. She would never know if he took the bait or was 
just very polite and respectful.

"You haven't seen my car yet, have you?" He asked. 
"Would you allow me to drive you home?"

She knew the car was his pride. So it could mean 
anything. Just a shared love for cars. Kara felt 
herself cursing in her mind at that thought. She hated 
every second of it, while subconsciously begging for 
more. 

She looked around the room. Her friend Jason was in a 
heated conversation and his colleague was nowhere to 
be seen. They had no intention of leaving. She did and 
she didn't, either.

She felt herself very slowly caving in, while the full 
weight of disappointment over the possible –just a car 
thing- rolled over her. 

She hated what she did next. She acted before she was 
thinking. She bit the corner of lower lip gently and 
noticed herself doing it just after it happened. 
"Well, my friend doesn't seem to be leaving anytime 
soon. I would like to have a bit of my Friday night 
left. Were you planning on going home?"

"I agree. Weekends are scarce. May I have your coat 
ticket?" he asked. Without thinking, she handed it 
over. She felt like a robot, not having any more 
influence over her own body. 

When he left to get her coat from the wardrobe, she 
found herself staring at the still untouched Martini. 
Kara picked the glass up and tossed the whole thing 
back. "Fuck it", she mumbled.

Not soft enough for no one to hear, though. The 
bartender looked her straight in the eyes, a tad of 
disappointment in his eyes. "Have a good weekend 
ma'am" was all he said.

No time to think straight. Again. Eric had returned 
with her coat already. He held it out for her to slip 
into it. She did and found herself giving him an arm 
while she tossed her bag over her shoulder.

He opened the passenger door first. He did not walk 
away though. He waited just behind the door when she 
got in. Dammit, she thought. Hard to get into a car in 
a charming manner. He closed the door, not to softly 
nor too hard. Her mind and heartbeat calmed a little 
bit when she was alone in the car that he was still 
walking around.

When he opened his door and got in, she felt a shock 
again. Her heart raced. She felt herself looking in 
his eyes with a hint of expectation, of wishing, of 
submission.

They sat in the car a while before he started it. 
Nothing happened. They didn't speak. She felt a jolt 
in her muscles when he laid a hand on her arm. "Where 
to, my lady?" he teased. Or asked. She didn't know.

All possible answers zoomed through her mind, from a 
hotel room to your place to Paris to home. She felt 
she couldn't decide on an answer.

"Eric?" she ventured, wanting to ask him if this was 
just a courtesy or maybe more... and then she didn't 
ask. She felt he had to make his intentions clear to 
her. Of course, he didn't. Or at least, not in a way 
she would know what they might or might not be.

"Yes?" he replied, "what is it you wanted to ask?" 

She tried again. Kara tried forcing her brain to 
produce a sentence that could help her. It physically 
hurt her to do it. 

"Eric?" she repeated, cursing at herself "Why did you 
offer me a ride?" 

The car was silent. Seconds passed. Then he looked up 
at her. Just looked her in the eyes. Those magic eyes 
of his, the eyes that made he want to rip her jacket 
off, push her skirt up and feel his hands on her. And 
his teeth, his tongue.... She got lost again. 

"A lady shouldn't travel alone at this hour" he said, 
with just a hint of a sly smile on his face. Maybe 
that was the one thing he could have said that gave 
her a bit of control back, she thought.

"Why? Did you think that would be more dangerous than 
getting in a car with a man you only met a few times?" 
she winked at him.

He seemed to think about it. "Maybe", he said, that 
same hint of a smile still on his face.

He started the car and they drove off in the dark. It 
was at least a 2 hour drive.

She flipped her chair back. After all, it had been a 
very long week and she was tired. He turned on some 
music. It was triphop coming from the speakers. This 
man was so confusing and the music didn't help. 

They had to stop for gas, 10 minutes in. He turned to 
her, while she was half lying in her chair, coat used 
as a blanket. "You want anything?" he asked her, his 
towering form almost over her. "Yes" she answered, 
half daydreaming again, "but nothing that is available 
in a gas station" She always felt so at ease in a car 
she forgot who she was with and what was happening. 

"What can I get you, then?" he asked, seemingly 
puzzled. It was hard seeing his features in the dark. 
Made the tension snap back into place. 

He got out, filled the tank up and went in to pay. She 
felt she had to adjust her chair and sit straight up, 
but she really didn't want to. She rearranged the 
coat, pulled her skirt just a little bit up one leg, 
looking all still possibly accidental. She opened the 
buttons of her suit jacket and opened an extra button 
on her blouse. When she saw him walking back to the 
car, she hoped he would at least at some point during 
the next 2 hours offer her a hint...

She tried sneaking a glance at him, to see if there 
was any reaction on his face. If there was, she 
couldn't see it. When he started the car, she tried to 
tune her body to the music and to him, without 
overstating it. She let her jaw drop just a little bit 
and she very slowly pushed her shoulders back, lifting 
her midriff up. It could have been just a stretch...? 
she thought, when she closed her eyes, begging him to 
touch her in her mind.

She heard him shifting in his seat a little, eyes 
still closed. Did it finally work? She could not 
stretch the boundaries any further, she knew. Every 
time she upped the ante, it was a risk. If he never 
wanted her, she could put herself right out of work 
then and there.

She heard him shifting again. She heard a deep breath 
escaping from his mouth. It was late. It was Friday 
night. He might have been just very tired. She opened 
her eyes, slowly. She gazed out of the window, on 
purpose. She focused her attention on her hearing. 
Would he move? Was there any clue?

He made a sloppy gear shift. It almost seemed lazy. It 
was like he could not be bothered to do it. That was 
weird, she decided. He was driving so neatly, almost 
perfectly correct. She heard him breathe deeply in and 
out again. 

She shifted her gaze from the window to the side of 
his face. He looked back at her. To her, the air in 
the car seemed to buzz with electricity. It seemed so 
thick with tension she could barely breathe herself. 
She let her shoulders back down, exhaled and tilted 
her head back, mouth still slightly open.

He looked at her, looked back at the road and again at 
her. She was wishing frantically that she didn't push 
it too far. She couldn't make out his expression at 
all. She hoped that whatever he was thinking wasn't 
disgust, distaste or him just being tired of another 
woman he did not want to sleep with throwing herself 
at his feet. She wouldn't be surprised if he felt that 
way. 

Now he let out a really deep breath. When she closed 
her eyes again, she could feel the car slowing down a 
little and moving to the right. She heard him pushing 
a lever and she noticed the ticking sound of the 
indicator light. She knew this highway well. The exit 
for her city was still a few miles away. There were no 
shortcuts. The tank was full. There was no reason to 
take an exit. She was puzzled.

The car slowed. She finally made herself open her 
eyes. She found it hard to face him. Hard to look at 
him. He stopped the car in an empty, dark, little 
street. There was no light anywhere, no other cars, no 
people.

He turned in his seat, looking at her. He took a while 
to speak. "Kara..." he sighed. "Please..." then it 
went silent. She looked at him, waiting. "I did not, 
do not wish to give you the impression..." his 
hypnotizing voice trailed off. 

She tilted her chin down and turned her head, trying 
to look at him with innocence and lust combined. She 
knew she shouldn't push and ask him what impression. 
It ached, it killed her, but she knew she had to wait. 

She slowly pushed her right hip down, shifting her leg 
over. She dropped her coat on the floor, making it 
look like she paid no attention to it. She turned her 
right shoulder up a little and stretched her midriff 
up again. She kept looking into his eyes. She 
instantly knew that this was the moment she would find 
out if he wanted her as badly as she had wanted him. 
Two long years, she waited. 

He looked back at her. He didn't speak. It was so 
silent the air was ringing. It felt like a deadlock. A 
moment frozen in time.

Then the world seemed to disappear around her, when he 
put his two thumbs under her chin, lifting it. His 
strong fingertips on her neck, her face forced up to 
his and locked right there. As soon as his lips 
touched hers shivers went all through her body. It 
wasn't a gentle kiss. It wasn't romantic. It was a 
bolt of pure, raw lust unleashed. She knew it. He knew 
it.

"Take me home with you" she panted, with the last bit 
of willpower she could muster. "I have yearned for 
this to happen for a long time. I don't want to spoil 
it because of a stick shift in the way. Please?"

He looked at her, almost mad. He didn't speak, but 
instead started the car and speeded off. It happened 
in a blur to Kara.

When he parked, he had to gather himself before he 
moved out to open the door for her. In the few moments 
she had, then and there, moving fast, she pulled of 
her soaked panties and tossed them in the driver's 
seat. She wanted him to find them the next day and 
call her again.

He never noticed her doing that. He pulled her door 
open, got hold of her arm with one hand. It was a 
tight grip, almost painful, but she loved it. He held 
her as he tossed the car door. He forced her along the 
driveway to the front door and pushed her inside, 
never letting go of her arm. With his other hand, he 
closed the door and pinned her against it. 

He bit her in the neck and forced his knee between her 
legs, pushing it up. She felt his weight bearing down 
on her. He pulled her away from the door and turned 
her around. With one arm around her waist, he freed 
his other hand and pulled up her skirt to her waist. 
She felt his hand glide between her legs. She must 
have been dripping, since he moaned when he touched 
her. 

When his hand slapped her ass, she was surprised and 
delighted. It glowed where he had hit her. He pushed 
her up the stairs, one arm still around her to control 
her.

When they got to the bedroom, he pulled her ass firmly 
into his crotch. He was big, hard. He was panting 
heavily. She felt like she was on fire everywhere. She 
craved for him to handle her roughly, make her 
fantasies come true.

"Take that off" he commanded. She more than happily 
obliged and dropped her clothes on the floor. She did 
it slowly, though, on purpose. Normally, she liked to 
dominate, but this man stirred feelings in her she 
hadn't had in a long time. She wanted him to do 
everything he wished to her. He took his jacket, 
shirt, shoes and socks off and put his hand in her 
neck with force.

He slapped her ass again and held her in an iron grip. 
He threw her onto the bed and while she crinkled under 
his strong body. He held both her wrists down with one 
hand. He forced her legs open with his knee and stood 
between them. "Think you are the only one that can 
tease?" he growled at her. He just stood there, in 
full control of her body, looking at her lips. He 
pushed them apart with two fingers and slipped them up 
and down the line, just brushing her clit. 

She twisted and begged him to go on. "Please, Eric, 
don't stop? Have me any way you wish but don't stop? 
Please?" He grabbed her hips and pulled her whole body 
to him. When he pushed into her in one move, she 
gasped. He was really big. It even hurt a little. She 
felt waves of lust and agony soar through her. 

He grabbed her ass and lifted her from the bed, almost 
smacking her into the wall as he turned. He rammed her 
against it while she wrapped her legs around him. His 
cock slammed in and out of her. She bowed her head 
down and bit his neck, his earlobe, while he kept 
banging her. "Fuck me. Fuck me harder" she panted in 
his ear.

Eric turned and slammed her back on the bed. He pushed 
her up and got on top of her. There was no holding 
back on his part anymore. He forced himself in to her, 
holding her wrists down above her head. He pushed 
himself up. In delight, she looked at him. His cock 
wasn't the only thing that was rock-hard. She gasped 
at his chest towering over her. He pushed himself into 
her as far as he could. Kara could feel the full 
length of his cock in her. She moaned and pushed her 
hips up to feel even more of him. She could feel 
herself reaching a mad orgasm when he suddenly 
stopped.

He laid an arm across her belly, forcing her down, 
when she felt his hand on her clit, toying with it. 
"No" he said. "Not yet. You drove me nuts for a long 
time. I want you to feel what that is like" She cursed 
in herself at knowing he was going to make it torture 
for her. This man had been a torment for her from the 
moment she first spoke to him on the phone. 

She felt his tongue and she knew he was licking her 
everywhere but on her clit on purpose. She felt it 
throbbing. He wasn't even tempted to play with the 
piercing she had. Her nipples were standing right up, 
like her clit. Her whole body was quivering.

He kept toying with her, his fingers, his tongue, all 
missing her clit by a fraction. She almost cried by 
now. As he tiptoed the line before, he sure did it 
now. Just before a tear rolled from her eyes, she felt 
his cock slide back into her again. She lost track of 
time.

He grabbed her face and forced her to look at him. The 
kiss he gave her was rough. He bit on her lower lip 
and pulled it out a little bit. He let go of her face 
and held her breast, pinching her pierced nipple 
between his thumb and forefinger. She twisted and 
whimpered under the strong body. He wasn't planning on 
letting her move anywhere and she loved it. Kara ached 
but she was begging for it never to stop. 

When he was done pinching her nipples, he flipped her 
over on her stomach. He held her down by the scruff of 
her neck and opened her legs. She had at least one 
trick up her sleeve now, she thought. When he was 
sliding in and out of her, almost making her come, she 
rhythmically pulled her pelvic muscles with all her 
might, making her pussy as tight as she could. She 
could hear his approval and seconds later she could 
feel it too. He started banging her deep it really 
hurt. He started to become erratic. 

She pushed her fingers down her clit, knowing it was 
now or not going to happen. He wasn't going to let her 
have it without a fight. She felt the hot wave of her 
orgasm roll over her as he grabbed her ass hard and 
rammed his cock into her with all the force he had. 
She screamed, tears filling her eyes. Her body 
convulsed when he came inside her...

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