A Weekend at Sonya’s

A Weekend At Sonya’s
By: DamonX ([email protected])

I rested my head in my hands as I stared up at the clock.

“3:48?” I muttered in disgust.

I was twelve minutes away from beginning my weekend, but it seemed as
though time was grinding to a halt. I had finished with my last client
an hour earlier and was simply waiting out the rest of my shift. I
groaned again and looked out over the gym. To further my disappointment
there were not even any half decent women to look at. I dropped my
head back into my hands, content to simply waste away the final ten
minutes. I was so wrapped up in my own boredom, I didn’t even notice
the sound of the door opening.

“Damon?”

I almost jumped as the voice spoke my name. I quickly raised my head to
see where it had come from and, to my delight, I laid my eyes upon the
most attractive girl I had ever known.

“Sonya!” I exclaimed. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m a member here now,” she stated, smiling exuberantly. “I joined last
week.”

“Really?” I asked. I haven’t seen you, and I’ve been working almost
every day.”

“Well, I guess I haven’t been coming enough then.”

I was about to make a dirty joke but I held my tongue.

“Geez, How long has it been?” she asked, cocking her head to the side.

I pondered the question for a moment before answering.

“About two years I guess.”

Sonya placed a hand on my arm and looked straight into my eyes.

“It’s been way too long” she said with a smile. “I almost forgot how
cute you were.”

I smiled back but couldn’t think of anything to say. Sonya had always
made me nervous, and after two years, nothing had changed. Back in
college I had wanted her so bad but I never made a move, firmly
believing that she was way out of my league.

“So,” she continued. “You’re a trainer now?”

“Just during the summers,” I responded, still a little thrown off by her
previous comment. “I’m actually starting med school in the fall.”

“Wow”, Sonya exclaimed. “Look at you!”

I smiled again, cursing myself for not coming up with something witty to
say.

“Well, Dr. Damon,” she joked. “I’m going to have to sign up for a few
training sessions with you. I’m so out of shape right now.”

I furrowed my brow in disbelief as I gazed at Sonya’s flawless body.
She had always had issues with her looks even though she was as close
to perfect as any woman could ever get. As she stood before me she was
dressed in a pair of black spandex shorts and matching top that exposed
her impossibly tight stomach. She was tanned to perfection as always,
and her hair was even more perfect than I remembered, shimmering and
silky, although it was a lighter shade than before.

“Absolutely”, I answered, trying not to stare too hard. “I’m off now,
but you can make an appointment with Stacey before you leave today.”

“Great”, she said with a wide smile. “I guess I’ll see you soon.”

I said goodbye as Sonya turned and headed into the gym. As she began to
walk away, my eyes drifted down to her ass, which was and always had
been, Sonya’s best attribute.

“Oh, Damon?” she said, suddenly turning back and catching me in the act
of checking out her ass.

“Y..Yeah?” I stammered, a little embarrassed.

She gave me a sly look and sauntered back towards me.

“You don’t make house calls do you?”

“Well, not usually, but…”

“Well then how about drinks then? My place? Tonight?”

“Uh..Yes! Sure. Absolutely.”

“Good,” she purred.

She then grabbed my hand and scribbled down an address on my hand. I
was trying not to shake with anticipation at her touch.

“There,” she said. “Be there at about eight. okay?”

I nodded in agreement. I was trying to remain calm on the outside even
though I was going crazy on the inside. I bit my lip and watched Sonya
walk away again. She looked back over shoulder catching me again, but
we both just smiled.

I hurried home and jumped in the shower. I couldn’t believe it. After
years of jerking off to the thought of fucking Sonya all through
college, I was actually going over to her house for drinks. I
remembered those days. I used to sit and watch her at cheerleading
practice just so I could ‘conveniently’ offer her a ride home
afterwards. She had acted quite flirty towards me but she had always
been dating some asshole boyfriend so I never even got the chance to
make a move. Not that I would have anyways. As I mentioned before, she
had been so very, very far out of my league!

The time dragged on as I waited. I passed the time watching a little TV
and soon fell asleep as I usually do after work. When I woke it was
almost time to go, so I got dressed, trying to make myself look as best
as I could, and headed out the door.

I tried to read the smudged writing on my hand as I drove through the
winding streets, looking for Sonya’s house.

“This can’t be right,” I muttered to myself, looking at the houses on
either side of the street.

This had to be the richest area of the city. How could Sonya afford to
live here?

When I finally came to the address that was scribbled on my hand I was
astounded. Before me was a massive house surrounded by trees with a
circle driveway passing under a large balcony held aloft by two immense
Greek style columns.

“What the fuck?” I blurted out loud, staring at the mansion. Did Sonya
win the lottery or something?

I parked my car on the side of the street and walked up the driveway,
still in utter awe. As I got to the door I rang the doorbell, hearing
the hollow sound reverberate throughout the house inside. Some time
passed and I began to suspect that maybe I had come ot the wrong
address. I was about to ring again when the large oak door swung open
before me to reveal Sonya standing there, looking completely
irresistible in a very tight, very short white dress.

“Good evening,” she said with an inviting smile. “I was beginning to
think you weren’t coming.”

“Wow,” was all I could say. “You look amazing!”

“Thanks,” she answered in a cute little voice. “I thought you might like
it.”

With that she gave a twirl, showing off the dress and the incredibly hot
body within it. Her legs looked even better, with her flawlessly
tanned skin contrasting beautifully with the pure white fabric. In the
back, it barely came below her ass, with the tightness of the material
firmly cupping her taut cheeks. The dress was low cut as well, showing
ample cleavage although I was more preoccupied with the bottom half.

I stepped inside and closed the door behind me, tearing my eyes away
from Sonya only to gaze around at the splendor of the house.

“Sonya?”, I asked, following her into an adjacent room. “How in the
hell did you get to live in a place like this?”

“It’s my husband’s.” she answered matter of factly.

I stopped dead in my tracks.

“Husband?”

“Yeah, I got married last year.”

I was stunned and trying to think of something to say when we entered a
room with a large stone fireplace and a couple huge red sofa’s.
Against the wall was a fully stocked bar.

“So….You’re married?”

“Uh huh. Why? Does that bother you?” she asked flashing me a sexy smile.


“What? No. Not at all!”

“Good. He’s away on business anyways. He wont be back until monday.”

I started to relax a little more with that little bit of information,
although I was still in a state of shock that Sonya had a husband. And
a very rich husband from what I could tell. I was about to ask some
more questions but I thought it was a better idea to mention as little
about her husband as possible.

“Have a seat,” Sonya suggested, as she walked over to the bar.

I sat down and waited patiently as she fixed us a couple drinks. When
she was done she came over, handed me mine and sat down right next to
me. We immediately began to reminisce and soon one drink turned into
four or five. I could tell Sonya was getting a little bit buzzed and
with each new drink she moved a little closer to me. I was also
starting to feel the liquor and our conversation began to move in a new
direction.

“So Damon,” she began, placing a hand on my leg. “How come you never
made a move on me in college?”

I took another large sip before answering.

“Well, I never thought you were interested.”

“What?” Sonya scoffed in amazement. “It was so obvious that I had a
crush on you!”

I was taking another large drink when Sonya’s confession came out,
causing me to cough and sputter. I quickly tried to regain my
composure.

“Are you joking?” I asked, hitting my chest, trying to prevent my rum
and coke from entering my lungs.

“No! You mean you never noticed?”

“I never noticed anything. I mean..You always flirted with me and stuff,
but I thought you were just kidding around.”

“Nope,” Sonya stated bluntly, sitting back and taking another drink. “I
wanted you. Bad.”

I couldn’t believe my ears. The girl I lusted after for years had wanted
me just as much! I shook my head, cursing myself for being such a pussy
back in those days.

“I can’t believe this,” I said, still shaking my head. “This would have
been nice to know two or three years ago.”

Sonya leaned forward and smiled.

“And why is that?”

“Because I wanted you too! You have no idea how bad I wanted you! Every
time I was around you I just wanted to rip your clothes off!”

Sonya let out a giggle, and moved her hand higher up on my leg. I had a
full on-on erection but luckily it was not visible from the outside.

“Well,”she began, tossing her shimmering hair to one side of her head.
“Maybe it’s about time we made up for lost time.”

I looked into Sonya’s smoldering eyes and almost melted. She was close
enough for me to smell the faint scent of vanilla, the source of which
was probably some cream she had applied to her luscious body. My eyes
drifted down to the hemline of her dress which was riding so high up
her shapely thighs, I could actually see a portion of her firm, tanned
ass. I looked up again and our eyes locked. A second later her lips
were on mine, her sweet little tongue darting around inside my mouth.

My hands immediately went to her waist and subtly drifted downwards to
her ass as she straddled me, climbing aboard my lap. In an
uncontrollable frenzy I groped her ass as she moaned into my mouth. Her
hands were running through my hair as she ground her pelvis into mine.

Then she stopped.

I looked at her curiously as she pulled away, still staring intensely
into my eyes.

“Fuck, you’re hot,” I blurted out.

Sonya didn’t flash her usual sexy smile, but instead dismounted from my
lap and stood in front of me. I started to stand up as well, but she
put both hands on my shoulders, pushing me back down to the sofa. She
then bit her lip and reached down, pulling her tight white dress up her
smooth tanned legs. My mouth was watering just at the site as she
slowly exposed more of her legs to me.

“You like my legs?” she asked in an innocent voice, revealing just a bit
of the white fabric of her underwear.

I nodded.

Sonya then lifted a leg onto the sofa and nuzzled her foot into my
crotch as she sensually ran her hands up her thigh. Reaching out, she
put her hand behind my head and gently pulled my face to her inner
thigh. Along with the vanilla, I could make out a faint erotic scent,
telling me that she was just as turned on as I was. I could hear her
purr like a kitten when my lips touched her skin.

Gently and softly I kissed her inner thigh, slowly moving my way up.
Her breathing was becoming more and more labored, but then she grabbed
my hair and pulled me away.

“How about my ass?” she asked in the same innocent voice, pulling her
foot from my aching crotch.