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It was a dark and chilly October morning as Callista walked down the street to work. Many different colored leaves blew past her on the sidewalk and she couldn't help but smile. She DID love the fall. She pulled her scarf up to her face, reveling in its softness. She was a stunning woman of Greek descent, with jet-black hair and bright emerald green eyes, with olive skin. She was slender, but not without those curves which would delight just about any man. Callista stepped off the curb and crossed the street to her bakery. She loved this small town that had become her home. Her parents lived in the city, but she found it too stuffy for her tastes, and her little shop seemed to do well here. She set down her large purse as she unlocked the door. The neighborhood’s stray cat rubbed against her leg. “Hi Kitty,” she chirped as she knelt down to stroke it before she entered her little shop. She set to work, and as time few by, the smells of her delicious pastries and bread filled the little shop. 'This must be a good day,' she thought to herself, 'I can feel it.' The shop was normally busy, and today was no exception, since it was cold more often now, people tended to stop in the warm, cozy shop for coffee and a delicious bite of something sweet. Callista looked to her friend and employee, Hayden, a blond bubbly girl who worked the front counter. “What time is it?” she asked as she stretched her lean body. She was a little tired and wanted to go home. “It’s almost 7:30, could I possibly head home? David has something special planned.” Hayden looked expectantly at her boss. Callista smirked. Those two had been almost inseparable since they'd met, and it seemed even more so now that they'd been married this summer. Not that she was jealous, more envious of their happy situation. Nonetheless, she was more than happy to let her friend go home for the evening. “Of course.” She smiled, “You can't keep him waiting.” She laughed and threw a piece of biscotti at Hayden. Both girls giggled. “Thanks Cally, I owe you one.” Hayden used her friend’s pet name as she picked up her bag and coat. The bell on the door jingled as she flew out onto the street. It was now raining, and the store was quiet. Callista walked up to one of the windows and touched the glass, looking out on the rainy street. She sighed as she noticed the flour on her hand. “Back to work,” she muttered to herself and began her closing duties before she locked up. As she was just finishing wiping down the counters, she heard the familiar jingling of the doorbells. She looked up at the clock. It was about ten minutes to close and she'd been hoping to get out on time, but business was business. Cally rounded the corner and saw a pair of masculine hands ruffling his coat, shaking off the rain. She felt a familiar pull in the pit of her stomach. She knew who he was, not by name, but he'd been here before – usually once a week for something or other, a cup of coffee here a tart there, a loaf of bread. Normally he stopped by around noon, so Hayden dealt with him. It was unusual that he would be here so late. She had exchanged glances with him, smiles even. He always seemed to be tanned. His steel grey eyes and black hair, like her own, were just the perfect combination to make her knees weak. Not that she would ever admit that. She hadn't even told Hayden about her little crush on this god-like creature. He was probably married, engaged, or at least attached to someone… surely? He turned toward her with a smile. “Well, hello there, I know it’s a little bit late. I'm sure you want to go home, but... I don't suppose Hayden is here?” His voice was low and rumbling and it shook her insides. “No, I sent her home already. I don't suppose I could help you with anything?” Callista queried and tucked some of her long hair behind her ear. “Yes,” he smirked, “I think you could.” He leaned on the counter with one hand and extended his hand. “I'm Scott, and you are...?” “Callista, it’s a Greek name, but everyone calls me Cally.” She took his hand in hers, feeling a jolt of something course through her. Lust maybe? She would definitely categorize that as lust. “Well, Cally,” he gently let go of her hand, “I'm looking for something sweet tonight, something I've never tried.” 'ME!' She thought to herself. 'You've never tried me!' She kept herself in check and began listing things off. Some she knew he'd already tried, but this was a chance she had never gotten before, to be able to talk to him. She finally decided what it would be that he must try. “I made some beignets this morning, it’s deep-fried dough covered in cinnamon sugar and drizzled with melted butter.” “Mmm, it sounds delicious.” He grinned. “I guess that’s what it’s going to be.” Was it just her, or was that little sound of approval just a little sexually charged? She wondered. She said, “I'll be right back” as she went to grab the beignets and warm them up. She brought them back to him. “Here.” She smiled sweetly and lifted the warm pastry. Scott gently reached out and took her wrist in his hands, and turning her palm towards him, fed himself the gooey mess. His lips gently touched her fingertips. “Mmm, delicious, just as I expected.” He groaned after he swallowed. “I love this sweet cinnamon sugar.” He licked some of the stickiness from her middle finger, and watched as she blushed a little. “But it’s not really what I wanted.” His dark eyes narrowed on her as he sucked her index finger into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the tip. He finished with a kiss on the very tip as he let her hand go. “Well,” she breathed. “If you’re looking for something a little more… substantial, maybe we should go back to my house?” She quirked a delicate eyebrow at him. “I think that could be very agreeable.” He grinned impishly. “Do you have a car here?” “No,” she replied quickly.” I walk most days. I just have a few things I need to finish, and I'll be right out.” “Sure.” He smiled. “I'll wait for you out front.” Callista watched him exit the store and locked the door behind him. “God, he has a nice ass!” she giggled to herself. “I've definitely got a treat for him...” She ran giddily to mop the floor. She'd locked the door when a black corvette pulled up to the curb. “Of course he would have a car like this,” she muttered to herself. It was sleek, it was sexy, and it was powerful. She opened the door and slid in next to him. Callista directed him to her home a few blocks away. “So…” He looked at her. “This is where you live...” “Yes,” She nodded. “Let’s get on with this, shall we?” She smiled and opened the car door, slipping out. Scott watched as she walked backwards towards her home, inviting him to follow her. He would pursue her. Oh yes, the lion always waits until the perfect time to pounce. He grinned to himself before getting out of the vehicle. Once inside they dropped their coats and such near the door. “Shall I give you the tour?” Cally smirked coyly. ”As you wish.” Scott grinned. He liked the way she sauntered off, swaying her hips ever so subtly. “This is the living room…” She hastily crossed the space. “…And the dinning room.” She slipped through a door nearby, as he followed her. “This is the kitchen.” She led him through another door and down a hall. “The spare room,” she smirked. “The bathroom is here.” She opened the door and crossed though the bathroom to the next door. He looked inside. “And this,” she growled, “is my bedroom.” He walked in slowly, perusing the room, then he turned to her. Cally's green eyes narrowed on him and she backed him up until he was near the bed. She pushed him back onto it and jumped up to straddle him. “I know you wanted something a little sweet,” she rasped. “But how would you like something with a little spice?” She quirked an eyebrow at him. “I think I could go for that.” Scott reached up to put his hands on her hips and she slapped them. “Uh, uh.” She shook her head slowly. “This is my show.” She bent down and licked his neck and bit his ear gently. His cologne, a musky scent, drove her wild and the taste of his skin was so much better than she'd anticipated. Cally slid off him and he sat up to watch her. She tore off her blouse, revealing a red silk and black leather bra. Scott gulped. “That’s spice if I ever saw it.” Stammering, he watched her draw closer to put a finger on his lips and she looked down at him with her smoky, heavy-lidded eyes. “You just hush now.” She caressed his lips with her thumb. “And I'll give you a treat if you're a good boy.” She kissed him, opening her mouth on his. She dove her tongue inside his mouth and let her tongue dance with his, then pulled away quickly. “Just a little taste.” She turned away from him and looked over her shoulder. She was sultry and a steaming little sexpot and she knew it. She licked her lower lip and then undid her tight jeans, lowering them over her hips and wiggling her sexy little bum. She bent as she slid them down, showing off her little boy shorts that matched her bra. “Good God,” Scott muttered, and then groaned his appreciation. “You like it?” Cally purred. “I thought you might.” She walked toward him and put her hand on his muscled chest. She slid it down, lower and lower. “Yeah Cally, I like it a lot!” he laughed and let out a slow breath. “Whew. It’s a little hot in here.” “No,” she purred. “It's just me.” She slowly undid the buttons on his shirt and pushed him back on the bed, crawling on top of him again. “If you can't take the heat,” she grinned. “Then stay out of the kitchen.” She knelt down and lazily licked his nipple, then sucked on it. She bit it gently and flicked her tongue on the hard tip. “I know you wanted a taste of me, but I was hoping to get a little taste of you.” She ground her hips on his, feeling the bulge that was there, and letting him know exactly what she wanted. “Jesus, Cally,” Scott groaned and closed his eyes. “Take it easy girl.” She caressed his neck and slid down his body. “No, I don't think I will.” She grinned and began to undo his slacks. Callista dug her nails into the waistband of both his pants and his boxers and slowly slid them down. His thick erection sprang up. “This looks cream-filled.” She slapped her hands on his thighs and ran her tongue up the underside of his member. “Mmmm...” She licked her lips and slowly sucked on the tip and down onto his shaft. She sucked on him, enjoying his taste, and retreated off with a smack of her lips. “Delicious.” She ran her hands up and down him slowly. She cupped his balls with one hand and massaged them. She watched as a dribble of pre-cum leaked from its turgid tip. She licked it teasingly, testing its flavor, and sank back onto his cock, sucking harder, needing him to cum in her mouth. Scott groaned his approval of her techniques. He felt that knowing pull, the tightening of his loins. “Cally,” he grunted. “If you don't stop, I'm going to cum.” He arched his hips a little, and reached down to stroke her hair. She didn't remove her lips from his cock, but moaned her approval. That was all he needed, and his cock spurted out his hot seed into her mouth. She slurped it up, cleaning his cock and swallowing his cum. Callista sat back, and Scott watched as she licked the last bit of cum from the corner of her supple lips. He couldn't wait to delve into her hot core. He reached up and stroked his thumbs over her nipples, which were hard beneath her bra. “Oh no.” She pulled his hands from her. “I'm not done yet.” Scott groaned as she leaned to grab something from beneath the bed. He watched as she brought up a pair of silver handcuffs. “Christ girl, what are you doing to me?” Callista grinned devilishly as she fastened the handcuffs to his wrists and around the rungs of the bed. She knelt down and bit his bottom lip. “Don't worry, you'll get your just desserts.” She unclasped her bra and let her round breasts spill from it as he watched. She was a goddess. Callista tossed the garment to the floor. She slowly stood, rising high above him on the bed. She turned round and put her thumbs into the top of her underwear and bent as she slid them down her hips. Her lips visible to him, sticky with her wetness, it left him in no doubt of her readiness. She smacked her ass cheek playfully as she looked over her shoulder at him. Those green eyes sparkled with desire. She reached between her legs and rubbed her wet slit, then brought it to her lips. She sucked her fingers into her mouth while he watched. “You want a taste?” she murmured seductively Scott shuddered a breath. “I've been dying for one,” he growled and pulled at the handcuffs. He watched as she turned and straddled his head. She slowly lowered herself to him. He could smell her musky odor, breathing in its headiness. She finally lowered herself close enough for him to flick his tongue along her hot slit. “Oh god, are you ever wet,” he groaned and lapped at her juices, slowly swirling his tongue around her cunt. He began to probe her folds to find her special button. He sucked it into his mouth and bit it gently. He heard her moan as she gyrated her hips. He could already feel his cock stiffening again. The mixture of the cool air and his warm tongue on her pussy made Cally shiver. He was drawing her to the pinnacle with every lick and nibble. Her juices were dribbling onto his chin. Cally was groaning loudly, her breathing heavy and labored. “Uhh, yesm” she rasped. Then suddenly her palm was on his forehead, pushing his head back on the pillows. “Wh- What?” he stuttered. “It’s time for the main course,” she growled with a predatory gleam in her eye. She reached down and pumped his cock a few times, making sure he was fully erect. She slid her hot pink center onto his waiting cock slowly, teasingly, pulling back just a little and then enveloping him deep within her. She savored the feel of his veined prick. Scott groaned his pleasure as she began to move herself up and down on his hard prick. Callista rode him slowly at first, enjoying his hard penetration, and then began to rock herself faster in total control of both of their pleasures. Her breath was quick and she ran her hands up to touch her breasts, teasing her nipples, running her hands over the softness as Scott watched and thrust his hips towards her. Cally began bouncing on him, listening to their hurried breaths, and the slapping of their bodies against each other. She dug her nails into his chest and dragged them slowly down over his hard nipples. “Oh please Cally,” Scott groaned. “Take off the handcuffs.” Callista desperately wanted to feel his hands on her and made quick work of his request. Scott sat up and kissed her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. Cally moaned her approval and he thrust a hand into her hair, tugging on the soft strands and making her head arch back. “You like it rough then, my sweet temptress?” His voice was low as he kissed her neck. “Yes,” she breathed as she looked up into his eyes. She watched as they darkened with his lust. Scott pulled her off him, and set her on her knees on the bed. He caressed the smooth cheeks of her ass and raised his hand, bringing it down with a thwack on her ass. She gasped in shock. And she lowered her torso down, her ass in the air. Scott took a look at her pink soft lips and rubbed his cock over them slowly. “Scott, please, I want you to make me cum. I need to cum now,” Cally pleaded seductively. He thrust himself inside her hard, deep in her hot pussy. He grabbed her hips and pushed himself into her over and over, picking up his pace as he went, hitting that most sensitive spot inside her. She could feel her orgasm building. He listened to her mewling and moaning, knowing she was enjoying him. His balls tightened. “Cally, I'm going to cum.” She came first, her muscles contracted around him, and he lost it. His hot sticky cum spilled inside her. They collapsed together on the bed, breathing heavily. Cally turned her head towards him with a dreamy, satisfied look on her face. “Cally, I have to say, Hayden told me how amazing you were, but she never mentioned this.” Cally was shocked. “Are you telling me you and her have… have been conspiring against me?” She laughed. “Yes, sort of,” he grinned. “I asked her to go home early so I could get you to myself tonight.” He kissed her forehead. But I never expected this, you’re so... passionate and wild. Not like how you are at the shop. I like it.” “Oh, don't you know about Greek women?” Cally smiled playfully as she nestled into him. “We may be lambs in the kitchen, but we are TIGERS in the bedroom!” |
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