Everything is Better with Coke

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Everything is Better with CokeIt was mid September and I had just finished my annual Fall decorating around the house. I was exhausted but taking in the colors around my living and dining rooms back dropped by my Mustard Yellow walls it was worth it. Fall has always been my favorite time of the year. The vibrant colors of the trees and decor around town, the feel of the cool breeze in the air, and the strong aroma of pumpkin spice everywhere you turn, which happened to be one of my favorite scents ever. People are also nicer in the fall. I think it might have to do with the oppressive heat finally dissipating and the exhilaration of Holidays in the air.Feeling a sense of accomplishment with the house being finished I have a strong desire to bake but after checking my cupboards I realize I am out of everything I need. So with that in mind I jump in the shower and get ready to head to town. Now I normally don’t make a fuss with my appearance as I am a country gal through and through. Yet I sensed a strong feeling that I should dress up to go to the grocery store that day. So I chose my outfit carefully, finally deciding on my tan denim mini skirt and short sleeved white button up cashmere sweater. Underneath I wore the new bra and panties set I just purchased, an unlined white lace balconette bra with lace thongs. I was a good sized girl with curves and my breasts overflowed the bra, barely covering my nipples. I took care with my makeup and for fun even put on fake eyelashes. I then blow dried my waist long brown hair adding just a touch of Garnier oil to make it truly shine. Looking in my closet I found a pair of suede high heeled sandals I hadn’t worn in a long time and thought to myself, why not, it’s not every day I dress like this. I spritz on some Hypnotic and giving myself a second glance I am extremely pleased with my appearance. ‘Too bad Hubby isn’t here to see me today.’ I think to myself imagining the expression on his face if he were to see me dressed this way. As usual he was out of town for a D.R.E. training seminar. He seemed to have them a lot lately and as the only D.R.E. in the county it was his responsibility to keep up on anything new. Pushing my slight aggravation at the thought that once again he didn’t want me to go with him I grab my purse and keys and headed outside to make the half hour drive to town. The wind felt good as it ruffled my long hair and under my mini skirt, touching my panties like a lover’s kiss. I gasped from this feeling, surprised at it and noticed my nipples were rock hard. ‘That’s strange,’ I think to myself, anticipation running through me as a premonition of what could happen whispered through my mind.The trip to town was stunning as I took in the fall colors from the trees jutting out of the cliffs surrounding the winding road. I had to remember to keep my eyes on the road as I drove on. The colors and breeze coming through the windows of my jeep were invigorating and I took a deep breath feeling a smile cross my face at how I felt.Pulling into the parking lot of the grocery store I turn off the ignition and take a quick glance in the mirror. My eyes are practically sparkling with excitement and vivacity. As I’ve stated before this was my favorite time of the year and I felt a giddiness I hadn’t felt in a long time. I grab my cart and head for the produce section first. I am meticulous to a fault and always start my shopping there whether I need anything from that section or not. I spot some white pumpkins and gourds on sale and make quick work at selecting the ones best used for decor in my kitchen and head to the meat section where I chose a nice lamb steak to prepare for Hubby’s return home in a couple of days. I hear a song coming through the speakers as I’m shopping that I dearly love. An old throw-back from the 80’s and I catch myself singing along as I turn into the baking goods section. I glance up from grabbing a couple bags of sugar when I hear a loud clank and notice a flat bed pulling Coke products and remind myself to grab Hubby some Mountain Dew, which was weird since Coke doesn’t make that particular product.As I turn the corner I almost run into an older gentleman and I apologize to him giving him a smile. I guess I looked even better than I had originally thought because he became tongue tied and started stammering about how it was completely his fault and should be apologizing to me! We chatted for awhile and I politely disengaged myself from the conversation so I could finish shopping. At this point I turn into the soda isle to grab Hubby’s aforementioned Mountain Dew. Of course they put it on the very top shelf tuzla escort bayan and I have to stretch to reach it. At this point I hear someone say behind me. ‘Are you sure you want to purchase a product from Pepsi when Coke makes everything better?’ I almost drop the 2 liter in my hand as I thought I was in the isle by myself, having not seen anyone or anything other than the flat bed carrying Coke products. I turn around with laughter in my voice I say, ‘Can you prove that Coke makes everything better?’ Standing before my was one of the sexiest men I have ever seen in real life. Standing at 5’7″ with a barrel wide chest, short sandy blonde hair, thick goatee, long eyelashes and a set of lips that would make any girl jealous; and of course he was wearing a uniform which consisted of shorts showing off his muscular legs. I gave him my biggest smile. I don’t know if it was the way I was dressed or the enchantment of the fall season but I found myself wanting to flirt with this stranger as I never had in the past.He just laughed and asked if there was anything he could help me with. To be honest I was slightly disappointed. I was obviously flirting with him as I thought he was doing and that was the only response I received. So I told him no but thanks for asking and went down the aisle to finish my shopping. I turn my head before I completely leave and notice him watching me with a huge grin on his face. I stumbled slightly, lightheaded at the thought I was turning the head of a stranger. It was one of the sexiest feelings I had had in a very long time. I smile shyly back and quicken my pace to reach the next section of the store.As I’m catching my breath before heading over to grab some milk I notice he had left the soda section and was setting up a display near the alcohol. Taking the plunge before I could second guess myself I walk over to him. “Hi,'”I say. “I don’t normally do this but I would really like to meet you later for drinks. My name is Beth.” He looks at me with a cocky smile and says, “Hi back, Beth. My name is Chad and I would like nothing more than that.” We exchange phone numbers, chat for a few more minutes and then I make my way to the register, finished with my shopping and feeling shocked by what I had just done. I’m not the type of girl who walks up to strange men and while I couldn’t honestly say my marriage was perfect I wasn’t totally unhappy.At home I unload my groceries still unbelieving of everything that transpired in town and I know I had a goofy grin on my face. I hear the door slam and know my daughter is home from school so I go to ask how her day was. She stops in her tracks and say,”Dang Mom, you look amazing!” I tell her thanks, go put up your things and help me with supper. We have a nice quiet evening and when she asks if she can spend the next evening at a friend’s house I tell her that is fine with me, she can even ride the bus home with her friend if she wants to.Later that evening I get ready for bed thinking of Chad while caressing my breasts. I can’t comprehend why I am lusting after a complete stranger who I will never see again. I was not going to call him as the number exchange was a moment of delirious weakness never to come to fruition. Still I couldn’t stop myself when I climbed into bed imagining what it would be like to be with someone other than my husband. We had been married for 16 years and the sex had not only become predictable but sporadic and I found myself faking orgasms so it wouldn’t last too long. I closed my eyes and rubbed my lips with my finger tips before sucking them getting them wet. I then take my nipples between my fingers rolling them back and forth making them rock hard. I hear myself moan and stop, glancing to make sure I had closed and locked the bedroom door. Satisfied with that I reach down to feel myself, surprised at how wet I was. I flick my clit with one hand while continuing the nipple play with my left breast. I was panting at this point and had to bite my lips to keep from moaning out loud. I enter two fingers into my slick swollen pussy imaging it was the stranger’s cock inside me and almost scream at the orgasm rippling through my body. I lay spent, my fingers still inside, my nipple still pinched and fell asleep.The next morning I woke more refreshed than I had felt in a long time. I dressed for the day, dropped my daughter off at school and headed to Wal-Mart for some dog food and more fall decor. Yes I have a weakness and spend more money on fall decorations than all other seasons combined. I was almost finished with my shopping when I turn a corner and to my marvel Chad was standing tuzla escort bayan in an aisle chatting with the Pepsi distributor. I know my face turned red as I thought about what I did last night never imagining I would ever see him again. He spots me and shouts out a greeting, motioning me over to where he and the other guy are standing. I was dressed as I normally do right then and wanted to crawl into a hole knowing he saw me in a completely different light the day before. He didn’t seem to notice as he started introducing me to his friend and I stayed around chatting with them about nonsensical things. Chad finished his display and asked me if I was finished shopping. I told him almost, I needed one more thing before I could check out. He told me to meet him at his company truck in the parking lot when I was finished.After putting my shopping bags into the jeep I head over to his Coke truck where he was waiting for me. He asks me if I want to get in to talk awhile and before I knew it I was sitting in the truck and we were chatting like old friends. I don’t know how often I stared at his lips but at one point he asks me if I want to kiss him to which I reply, ‘Why would you think that?’ “I don’t know,” he says. “Maybe because you can’t take your eyes off my mouth.” I know I blushed at that statement and in an instant he is leaning over taking my lips in his, kissing me in a way I hadn’t been kissed in years. I was so excited I wanted to reach over and start groping him as if I were a wild a****l. Instead I just sat there letting him kiss me thoroughly, feeling his tongue open my lips to dance around the inside of my mouth. I’m not sure how long this lasted before he broke away smiling, leaving me breathless and wanton with desire.”Are you free to have that drink tonight?” He asks and when I tell him yes in a quiet voice he lets me know he’ll call me when all of his rounds are finished to set up a time and place. I get out of the truck and absentmindedly walk back to my jeep. I had just kissed another man other than my husband after 16 years of marriage and I’m unsure of how I feel about it.I head home unclear of what to think about myself and this situation I never asked for. Throwing myself into a frenzy of activity I work on the yard, raking leaves, pulling weeds and putting out the decorations I had purchased earlier. I then went back into the house to start baking. Baking has always calmed me no matter how I am feeling. With my breads in the oven I grab a book and go to relax when my cell phone rings. I answer it and hear Chad’s voice telling me he is finished with his rounds and should be able to go out in around an hour if I still want to. To my surprise I hear myself inviting him over to the house and give him my address, telling him to come over around 7pm. I think I just wanted to show off my fall decor to be honest with you.Once again I take care in how I look even though he had already seen me today in normal attire. I choose my burgundy plunge bra with matching bikini panties this time to wear under a soft blue skirt with a peach button up shirt. I didn’t put any shoes on as he was coming over to the house and I didn’t see a point. I find myself waiting anxiously for 7pm to arrive, pacing back and forth, making my boxer, Natasha, nervous and I decide to let her outside. About half an hour later I see a small white car pull into the gravel drive and am amazed he found the house without having to call and ask directions. I open the front door as he gets out of the car, looking sexy as hell and I drop my eyes, not able to look him in the face at that moment. I never told him I was married and he never asked. What type of guy does this, I wonder.I invite him inside and start to give him a tour of the house wanting to show off my decorating abilities and also to stall for time. I should have known what was going to happen. I mean, I invited a man I had just met to my house! But even so I was shocked when I turned to ask him something and he grabs me by the arms kissing me roughly. When he starts to grab my breasts I try to push him away but he is too strong and is steering me towards my bedroom, where he pushes me onto the bed. Before I have a chance to push myself up he is on the floor in front of me reaching up to pull down my panties. I struggle to sit up at this point and try to stop him but he jumps up and lays on me, grabbing my hands to hold them down and starts kissing me again. Softly and seductively this time, using his tongue to trace my lips before pushing in my mouth dancing with my tongue; the way he had kissed me in his truck earlier that escort tuzla day. I feel myself melt into the mattress and he must have noticed the change in my demeanor because he lets go of my hands. I grab his neck and start kissing him back, telling myself I can stop this at any time. I start to moan and he slides back down to the floor, lifts up my skirt and pulls my panties off in one smooth motion. Grabbing the back of my thighs he buries his face in my mound and I come undone when I feel his tongue snake out and lick my pussy. My husband didn’t believe in oral sex and this was the first time a man’s tongue had touched me in over 16 years. I knew at that point I was not going to stop him, no matter what. He continues to work my pussy with his tongue and when I feel it reach my clit a visibly jerk off the bed. He holds me down with one hand and uses his other to finger me, working my g-spot in a way it hadn’t in years. I am screaming when I feel a wetness spreading down my legs and I hear/feel him moan. He stands up and I see his beard soaked with my juices. I am still trembling from the orgasm he had just given me and am unable to do anything at the moment.He takes off all his clothes except his boxers, watching me, maybe to gauge what my reaction will be but I am still laying there breathless and in awe of what his tongue was capable of. After undressing he lays next to me and starts to kiss me again, running his hands down my front, caressing me over my clothes. He pulls back and asks me to stand up and strip for him, slowly. I do so until I am naked except for my bra. I didn’t want to take that off. My breasts were large and natural and the thought of him seeing them released from the one item keeping them perky and firm embarrassed me. “Please take your bra off,” he whispered and with fear in my eyes, knowing how he would respond I do so; one strap at a time, one hook at a time, cupping the loose material over my breasts holding them in place. He stands up and reaches for my arms, pulling them down and tugs my bra off. “Oh my,” he moans and I am filled with elation as he takes them reverently in his hands. Placing his head between my breasts he breaths deeply jiggling them on each side of his face. He leads me back to the bed where I lay waiting for what he would do next. He takes both breasts in his hands and starts kissing, nibbling and sucking my nipples rotating between each one. I start to moan and feel the desire to touch him but when I try he pushes my arms away not wanting anything to take away from his worship of my breasts. I start fighting him because my desire is too strong to be contained and laughing he finally rises up letting me loose. I push him down and start playing with his massive chest, kissing, nibbling and running my hand through his fur. I reach for the band of his boxers and he grabs my hand, stopping me. I give him a look daring him to stop me and he lets my hand go. I work my lips and tongue down his stomach and when I pull down his boxers I am hit in the face with a foot long cock! I greedily take as much as I can into my mouth moaning my pleasure, swirling my tongue around his swollen head, tasting his pre-cum when I place place my tongue into his opening. He grabs my hair and stops me. I can see him shaking from the effort of holding back. Pushing me to the side he gets up, rummages through his pockets and pulls out a condom. Handing it to me he asks me to put it on him. I quickly tear open the package wondering if it’s even going to be big enough to cover his cock. Sliding it down his hard shaft I feel his fingers searching for my pussy and sigh in pleasure when they enter me once again. It was just a tease however as he pulls back, looks me in the eyes and licks them. Laughing at the expression on my face he grabs me by the waist, lifting me up to straddle him. I slowly lower myself on his thick hard shaft, shocked when I am able to take most of it in. I can feel him pressing against the very back of my pussy and I start to rock back and forth then bounce up and down, groaning, a****listic sounds coming from my throat. He grabs my breasts squeezing them hard and I am bucking on top of him hard at this point when I feel him jerk, hear him moan and knew he was cumming. I didn’t stop riding him though. Not until I felt another explosion build within me taking me over the edge, making me throw back my head in wild abandon, screaming like a banshee. I finally collapse on top of his chest, exhausted from the best sex I had in years. How long we lay that way I am unsure. He finally lifted me off, got up and dressed while I just lay there on the bed, naked, watching him.He turns to me and thanks me for a wonderful evening and lets himself out; out of my house and out of my life, forever leaving me with one thought, “Everything IS better with Coke”…………………………………

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