Tia
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Chapter 4: Finding Tia
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 4: Finding Tia - Jane tells Tomas about her past and about her best friend Tia. Tomas recruits Tia to the Neighborhood.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Coercion Reluctant Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction Science Fiction Group Sex Cream Pie Oral Sex
January 2004
On a cool Saturday afternoon, Tomas found himself walking towards the dance studio—a cozy space tucked away on a side street downtown. As he entered, his eyes scanned the room, taking in the mirrors that lined the walls and the sleek wooden floors. Soft music played in the background, filling the air with a gentle rhythm.
He approached the front desk, where a young woman with a friendly smile greeted him. Tomas explained that he was there for the beginner’s series, and she directed him toward a large room at the back of the studio.
As he entered, his eyes scanned the group assembled there—a mix of singles and couples preparing to begin their lesson. Most of the singles were women, some of whom gave him appraising looks as he scanned the room for a partner. A few pairs of older ladies stood together, giggling as they awaited instruction, while others sat along the walls, watching the door hopefully for latecomers.
Tomas’s gaze fell on one particular woman who seemed out of place among the crowd—a striking blonde in her early fifties with an athletic build and a confident air. She stood alone, observing the room with an amused smile, and something about her caught his attention.
The instructor called for everyone to find a partner, and Tomas made his way towards the woman, who met him halfway with a bright smile.
“Hi there,” she said, extending a hand. “I’m Nancy.”
He returned the gesture, feeling a jolt of electricity as their palms connected. Her eyes sparkled with amusement, and he noticed a subtle hint of mischief in them—something that reminded him of Jane. Tomas introduced himself, and they took their places on the dance floor together.
He focused intently as the instructor began the lesson, his eyes tracking every movement of the gorgeous creature leading them. She stood only five foot four—a petite frame that belied an incredible grace and poise. Her ginger hair fell in loose waves past her shoulders, framing her heart-shaped face perfectly.
Tia’s warm hazel eyes radiated friendliness as she moved across the dance floor, her every step a testament to her passion for dance. She wore a form-fitting dress that hugged her curves—a deep neckline revealing just a hint of cleavage and a short hem that showed off her toned legs.
The music began, and her body seemed to come alive, moving with the beat as if it were an extension of her very being. Her hips swayed in time with the rhythm while her chest rose and fell with each breath—the dress’s neckline revealing the subtle bounce of her breasts.
Tomas’s mind was fully occupied by her. He could hardly follow any instructions. He tried not to stare, but even when looking at his attractive partner, his mind was on Tia causing an erection to build under his pants. With each demonstration and instruction she gave his erection grew more pronounced. Fortunately, Nancy was an adept dancer, guiding his every step with patience and skill.
She sensed his arousal, mistaking Its source to be her as they danced together. She intoxicated with the notion that a man 20 years younger than she might find her so attractive. She leveraged every opportunity to brush her body against his. She exaggerated her movements and pressed higher up his leg than she was supposed to. The sensual rumba gave her plenty of opportunities to her hips against his groin. He felt her breasts graze his arm as she turned, and a jolt of electricity coursed through him. Nancy smiled suggestively, enjoying the effect she was having on this handsome stranger. Meanwhile, Tomas imagined it was Tia’s body moving against him—the scent of her perfume filling his senses as he lost himself in fantasy.
As soon as he arrived home, Tomas hurried downstairs, his mind reeling with images of the fiery redhead. He found Jane in their usual spot—a large king-sized bed in the center of the main bedroom of the luxury doll house he set up for her—and wasted no time in joining her on the sheets.
She readied herself as she felt him climb aboard, his hands immediately seeking out her hips to pull her close. Their mouths locked together in an intense embrace, and Tomas trying to release a fire that burned in his loins.
Tomas’s hands roamed freely over her body, probing every entry, tasting every curve as their tongues rumba together. He imagined it was Tia beneath him—her sweet taste on his lips and her soft cries filling the air. His hardening length pressed against her core, and he guided himself home with a groan, feeling the familiar rush of power as he thrust into her warmth.
Jane wrapped her arms around his neck, matching his passionate rhythm with eager enthusiasm. Tomas closed his eyes, envisioning Tia’s face above him—her warm brown eyes looking up at him with desire as he moved within her.
He increased the tempo, enjoying the way Jane writhed beneath him as the fantasy played out in his mind. His hands found their way to her breasts, and he weighed them in his palms, relishing the sensation of their fullness against his fingers.
Meanwhile, Jane could sense something different about Tomas—an added element of excitement that heightened his arousal. She’d smelled a faint trace of perfume—a sweet, intoxicating scent she didn’t recognize—and wondered who had caught his attention.
As they rode the waves of pleasure together, he growled into her ear, “You’re so fucking hot. I could come just thinking about you.” He barely caught himself from calling her Tia.
Jane shivered at his words, knowing full well that there was another woman involved, but remained quiet. Tomas often rush in upon her when he was overly aroused by something. Usually it was a movie or an erotic story, but the hint of perfume said this was a real person.
Tomas felt himself approaching the edge as the image of Tia’s fiery hair and captivating smile filled his thoughts. With a final, passionate kiss to Jane’s lips, he withdrew and positioned himself at her entrance, stroking his hardening length as she looked up at him longingly.
He thrust into her warmth, feeling his power coursing through him with each powerful stroke. The image of Tia in the dance studio flitted through his mind, and a primal growl escaped him as he found release—a river of cum flooding into Jane’s depths.
After several moments, Tomas collapsed beside Jane, panting heavily as he basked in the aftermath of their passionate tryst. She rolled onto her side, gazing at him curiously through half-lidded eyes.
“Who was it?” she asked softly—her voice a mix of curiosity and jealousy.
He shook his head, refusing to meet her gaze. “I danced with an older woman named Nancy,” he replied, a lie masked in truth. “She was rubbing against me all class.”
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