Tempted by Eve - Sex Stories

Tempted by Eve

Eve smiled at her reflection in the mirror. Her chocolate eyes had darkened a little with nerves but brightened as her teeth showed in her red lipstick smile. With a slender hand, she tousled her hair and let her curls hang with a bounce before tugging on a red hat and wrapping a scarf around her neck. Her bust was noticeable beneath her boat necked plum jumper, and her petite build was complimented with jeans that showed the curve of her hips and buttocks. She tucked the lace of her black thong down before grinning mischievously; she kicked off the jeans and took off the thong, catching a glimpse of her shaved black pubic pattern. Tucking the thong into her coat pocket, she pulled the jeans back on and slipped her feet into black ankle boots before putting on her coat. She was meeting Channing at a coffee shop of her choice before their planned afternoon and evening together, he wanted to show her around the seaside town and if her nerves allowed her to relax, she would enjoy it. Eve stood at five foot two with bare feet but just reached five foot six with the heels boosting her small stature, her legs were slender in the jeans as she caught some attention walking through the hotel lobby and out onto the street. Having arrived earlier that day she had checked in and would be staying at the hotel for that night before making her way back to Kent the next day. Her detoured trip up north was purely to meet Channing while seeing a new neck of England to the areas she had ...

... already explored. The coffee shop Eve had chosen was small and tucked away on a road off the main high street of the town. Entering, she ordered a hazelnut latte and retreated to one of the low armchairs in the corner. She was tucked away enough that she would have a clear view of Channing when he arrived but could easily blend into the background of the place, a familiar CD played while she waited the ten minutes before he was due to appear. Channing was ten years her senior, in a well earning job which relied on being offshore for two weeks each month. He was, however, a regular correspondent after meeting on a dating site, and chemistry had led to their decision to meet. Channing entered in his leather Harley Davidson motorcycle jacket and jeans. At just under six foot with a broad shouldered build of solid muscle, he was a mountain of masculinity. Eve felt her body flush with arousal as he smiled; blue eyes and short dark blond hair with a warm face endeared him to her with ease. She stood as he approached, her mouth suddenly going dry despite the latte she had been drinking up until his arrival. Channing inhaled slowly, she was identical to the photos he had seen of her, her smile however was alive as she greeted him with a tiptoed peck on his cheek. “Hello Channing.” “Hi Miss Eve,” he kissed her cheek and drew her into a nervous hug. Her hands found their way to his waist, feeling the solidity of his build beneath his jacket; she blushed at the man she had grown fond of in ...