I started working part-time at Andover Men's Shoes when I was in high school. When I graduated, I moved up to full time and, after several years, was promoted to store manager. The staff consists of a manager, his assistant, and a couple of part-timers for the busy seasons. When you work at Andover, you get used to working alone.

Connie and I met a few weeks ago. She works at Elegant Touch, a fashionable ladies' clothing store toward the other end of the mall, accepting a transfer from another store to become the assistant manager at this location. We were introduced by Marsha, who is the store manager.

I was instantly attracted to Connie by her warm smile and friendly attitude. Connie has long auburn hair, which is always impeccable, and dark sensual eyes. Her full, pouting lips match her figure perfectly. Her breasts are a full 36-C, and she has the classic Victorian hourglass figure. I'm 5'10", and I'd guess Connie is about 5'6" but always wears three-inch heels, so she's almost the same height as me.

Having worked for Elegant Touch for nearly two years, Connie has acquired a rather sizable wardrobe of good-looking clothing. Since the day we met, I've taken every opportunity to compliment her on how sexy she looks and flirt with her as often as I can.

Connie stops by regularly, offering to bring me a coffee, and then sits with me to chat during her breaks. I took that as a sign she was attracted and interested in me also.

This morning, I opened the store at 9:30 AM. At about 10:30, I stood in the lobby looking for someone to grab me a cup of coffee when I noticed Connie strolling down the mall. She smiled broadly at me when she saw me standing out front.

"Want a cup, Philly?" she asked as she approached. She calls me Philly. My given name is Phillip, but I was born and raised in Philadelphia, hence the nickname Philly.

“You're a lifesaver, Connie; I was hoping someone would stop by and offer to bring me a cup." Handing her a five, I said, "I'm buying if you want a tea."

"Thanks, Philly; I'll be back in a few," she replied as she took the bill and headed off toward the coffee kiosk.

I watched Connie walk away; she looked just as good from behind as she did from the front. I'm sure she's heard all the cliché comments about fries with that shake many times. She wore a pair of slinky dark brown slacks and a cream-colored silk blouse. Her pumps matched the color of her slacks.

A few minutes passed, and I was distracted by a customer who was obviously window shopping when Connie rounded the corner of the store and strolled in. She was carrying a drink tray and holding two cups. I smiled and said, "Great, you got a tea also. We can chat a little."

Connie replied, "Yep, Philly, things are under control at ET." Connie referred to her store as ET, "so I can chat with you for a little while." Connie sat in one of the customer chairs and crossed her legs. She smiled at me as I sat on the arm of another chair a couple of seats from her.

I wanted to try and direct our conversation to something a little more personal, so I tried flirting with her.

"You're looking exceptionally elegant today, Connie," I said. "I love the silk blouse!"

She smiled and said, "I'm glad you notice things like that, Philly. Did you watch me walking toward the coffee kiosk like you usually do?"

I must have blushed, realizing she knew I enjoyed watching her ass when she was walking away. I said, "Why yes, Connie, I did watch. How did you know?"

She replied, "I noticed a couple of days ago that you always stand out front when I go for coffee in Philly. Hope you like what you see?" Connie smiled widely as she asked the question she already knew the answer to.

"Connie, I like what I see, whether you're coming or going," I replied.

Connie sipped her tea and, turning a little toward me, asked, "Philly, I have a question for you. We've known each other for about two months, right? How is it you haven't asked me for a date?"

I thought momentarily, then replied, "You know, Connie, I really don't know; I think you're very attractive, and we certainly enjoy being around one another. I really can't say."

Connie interrupted me, "You think I'm attractive, Philly; that makes me wonder even more why you haven't asked me to go out on a date."

I continued, "I suppose it's because we both work here in the mall, and we've developed a nice friendship. I guess I thought you'd want to keep it platonic.”

Connie turned even more to face me and, with a serious expression, said, "Well, guess again, Philly!" The serious expression instantly turned to a broad smile. I noticed a sparkle in her eye for the very first time that I'm sure was there before.

Her smile and that sparkle in her eye seemed to be asking me to guess again, so I did, "Well, Connie, how about you and I have a drink after we get off tonight?"

Connie instantly smiled again and said, "My-my, Philly, I thought you'd never ask! I'd love to.”

I wanted to keep the conversation on this personal side, so I continued, "You know, Connie, my social life has been somewhat dull lately. It'll be nice to go out with someone as sexy and vibrant as you for a change."

"So I'm sexy and vibrant, am I?" she replied, "My goodness, Philly, I had no idea you could use such interesting adjectives." Connie stood up and walked over to where I was sitting and, leaning close to my ear, said, "I'm going to be wondering all afternoon what other interesting things you might have up your sleeve, Philly."

I grinned devilishly and said, "You'll just have to wait and see."

She smiled and fluttered her eyelashes at me as she said, "Sounds like we may be having some fun later, but for now, I better get back to ET. I’ll check in on you later to see if you need anything, ok?"

I thanked her in advance and watched as she turned to leave. Connie made sure I was paying attention as she flipped her hair around and over one shoulder and strolled toward the front of the store. Her hips moved gently from side to side, and she walked purposefully. I knew what that purpose was and welcomed the idea it brought to mind. As she rounded the corner of Andover's display window, she looked over her shoulder and waved goodbye with that same smile and sparkling eyes I had seen earlier.

I thought to myself, this could be the start of an exhilarating romance. Connie obviously was also attracted to me and enjoyed having me look at her. I wondered if she enjoyed the same thing in the bedroom. I couldn't wait to find out.

Around 1:30, I was in the stockroom sneaking a quick smoke when the entry alert buzzer sounded, letting me know someone had entered the store. I dropped my cigarette in the toilet and flushed the evidence, grabbed a breath mint, and made my way to the doorway from the stockroom. When I turned the corner, my eyes almost popped out of their sockets, and I had to sidestep my jaw, which had hit the floor between my feet.

Connie was standing in the middle of the store. She smiled and said, "What do you think of this dress, Philly?"

She had changed into a burgundy wrap-around dress that tied at the waist. She took several steps toward me, and as she did, the dress opened at the knees in front, giving me a quick glimpse of her legs. The dress was very sexy, and Connie looked fabulous in it.

I searched for the right word to describe what I thought of the dress, but before I could respond, Connie again said, "Philly, do you like the dress?"

I could only muster one word, "Incredible!"

Connie said, "We got a shipment in today, and I just had to try this little number on when I did. I wanted to see if it's something you'd enjoy also."

I assured Connie I enjoyed it immensely, saying, "Enjoy is putting it mildly."

She grinned and did a pirouette, making the hem fly away from her legs. Connie has great legs, and I would enjoy looking at them more all the time. She walked the rest of the way to where I was frozen to the floor, hugged me, and said, "Well, I think I'll buy it then if you like it that much."

Did she say she would buy it because I liked how she looked in it? I wasn't sure because my mind was still trying to react to the quick hug. That was the first time we'd touched in that way, and my senses were reeling not only at the feel of her body against mine, but the smell of her perfume wafting into my nostrils.

Before I could say a word, Connie said, "Well, Philly, I better get back." She asked, "What time do you get off today?"

I responded, "I'm outta here at 5:30."

Connie said, "Great, I get off at six. Why don't you stop by when you get off, and we'll figure out where we want to go for that drink.”

"Great," I replied, "I'll see you then."

She turned and slowly walked toward the front of the store, and I watched her movements intently, trying my best to allow the image to burn into my memory.

I tried my best to stay focused on the task at hand the rest of the afternoon, but my mind kept wandering to the images of Connie I'd committed to memory earlier. I wondered just where she expected our date for drinks after work would wind up, and I fantasized where I hoped they would.

As five o'clock approached, I began to think more and more of Connie and that sexy burgundy dress she had modeled earlier in the afternoon. I wondered if she had changed back into the slacks and silk blouse she wore that morning when we shared our coffee break; I hoped she kept the dress on.

A little after five, my assistant manager showed up for work. It was his short day. He would work till closing at 9:30 PM and then open the next day. I was off till three the following afternoon. He and I went over the details of what I wanted him to accomplish the next morning and made a sale just before I was to get off.

At five-thirty, I was ready to get out of there; Wednesdays are a long day, and I was ready to relax and enjoy an evening off and, hopefully, the company of one very sexy lady. I grabbed my black leather coat from the stockroom and asked my assistant, Ken, if he needed anything before I headed out.

He said, "Naw, I'm good Phil. Have a good evening, and I'll see you tomorrow afternoon."

I didn't mention to him that I had a date with Connie. I left saying, "Have a good one," and waved as I turned the corner to walk down the mall to Elegant Touch.

I figured that if I got to Connie's store by 5:50 PM, she'd be just about ready to leave, and I wouldn't have to endure making idle chit-chat with her staff of part-timers coming in at six.

As I turned the corner into Elegant Touch, I could see Connie standing with her back to the front of the shop behind a display rack that obscured my view of what she was wearing. Walking slowly through the maze of clothing racks, I approached a part-time employee named Judy.

She smiled broadly at me and said, "Hi, Philly," yes, they all call me Philly at ET. "How's your day been?"

I grinned and said, "Well, Judy, it was slower than molasses, but I expect it'll pick up in a little while."

Connie heard my voice and turned toward me. She said, "Well, Philly, I thought for a minute you had forgotten me."

"Forget you, Connie," I replied, "how could I forget you?" She stepped from behind the display, and my eyes popped again. Connie was still wearing the burgundy dress she had modeled for me that afternoon. I smiled and said, "You decided to buy the dress."

Judy chimed in, "Yeah, she always gets the first crack at the really nice stuff. Now, none of us will be able to buy it."

I grinned at Judy and replied, "The perks of management, Judy."

She giggled and said, "For sure, but none of us would look near as hot as Connie does in that little number."

"I couldn't agree more with you," I responded as I turned my attention to Connie, her sparkling eyes and incredible figure. "You about ready to get out of this hall." using the mall employee slang term to describe the long mall.

Connie said, "I sure am; it's been a long day. Let me grab my coat and purse, and we'll take off."

A minute later, I walked down the mall to the center exit where Connie and I had parked our cars.

As we approached the exit, I asked her, "So, Connie, where would you like to go?"

Connie suggested, "How about the Lancer Pub at the Holiday Inn? I'm a little hungry, and they have a free buffet during happy hour."

Since I hadn't eaten anything since breakfast, some food sounded good to me, too, and I agreed that would be great. When we walked through the doors, it felt cool and was quite breezy. I took her jacket and helped her slip it on.

"Where did you park?" I asked.

"I'm over there somewhere," she replied, pointing in the opposite direction from where I was parked. Connie suggested we take one car, and I offered to drive. As we stepped off the curb, I offered Connie my arm, and she slipped hers into the bend of my elbow and snuggled into my side to ward off the cool breeze.

I escorted her to the passenger door, pushed the unlock button on my key fob, and opened the door.

"What a gentleman you are," she said as I stepped aside to let her slip into the leather bucket seat. As she did, the split in the front of her dress opened, revealing her thigh and, to my amazement, the top of a thigh-high stocking. I didn't react to what was showing and closed the car door once she lifted her right foot inside.

I slid into the driver's seat and glanced over at Connie. She was smiling as she crossed her legs and let the material of her dress fall to either side of her thigh. She made no effort to cover her exposed leg, and I took that as a sign that she was inviting me to look. As I started the car and reached for the shift lever between the seats, her hand slid onto mine. I didn't move the shifter but instead looked her straight in the eyes and asked, "Connie, are you flirting with me?"

She giggled and said, "So you do notice those things."

I responded, "It's hard not to notice such a sexy-looking thigh."

Connie giggled again and turned slightly toward me, causing her dress to slip open a little more. I slid my hand out from under hers, turned on the radio, and flipped the seat heaters on. Her hand was still resting on the shift lever; actually, her hand was massaging the top of the lever.

I placed my hand over hers and pushed in the clutch as we shifted into reverse together. As I backed out of the parking space, Connie slid her hand over to the top of her leg, smoothing out the material of her dress that still covered the top of her thigh. She looked so sexy sitting there, and I fought to keep my concentration on driving. As I glided the car out of the parking lot and onto Route 12 toward the Holiday Inn, Connie began feeling her seat warming.

She said, "Oh, Philly, these seats feel so nice; I love the warmth I'm feeling."

It was a short drive to Lancer's Pub at the Holiday Inn, and Connie used every minute to flirt with me as often as possible. While we were stopped at a red light, she again slid her hand over on top of the shift lever and slowly stroked it as if it were an erect cock. Sliding her hand down the metal shaft to the leather boot that covered the base and then back up again to run her hand over the knob at the top. She smiled at me and said, "I love the feel of your big shifter."

I figured I'd follow her lead and said, "Well, Connie, if you keep that up, it will need servicing very soon." I wondered if she had noticed the other big shifter between my legs that had begun to grow.

"I'm really enjoying your company so far." Connie said as I pulled into a space at the far end of the lot, thinking maybe later we'd want the privacy of not being in the middle of the lot. Jumping out of the car, I hurried around to open her door. I tried to get another good look at her legs as she got out of my car; I wasn't disappointed.

As I took her hand, she slid one leg out and let her dress open further in the front. The creamy skin above her stocking was exposed, and she again made no effort to cover her leg from my view.

As Connie stood up, she leaned close to me and said, "My butt is so warm. I love those heated seats."

I jumped at the chance to get a verbal flirt in on this sexy lady and said, "Connie, your butt is beyond warm, it's downright hot."

She giggled and gave me a quick hug, saying, "So Philly, let me see. You think I'm vibrant and exciting, and I have a hot ass too?"

"Very hot," I replied. Offering her my arm, we strolled toward the entrance to Lancer's Pub. I was beginning to enjoy touching Connie, and it seemed she was enjoying our physical contact, too.

As we stepped inside, we were greeted by one of the club's bouncers.

He said, "Evening, folks, welcome to Lancer's." I could see his eyes doing the once over of Connie's sexy body, even though her waist-length jacket covered it.

She smiled at him and asked, "Where's the lady's room, darlin'?"

He pointed down the side hall, showing her the direction to the lady's room.

Connie said, "Philly, why don't you see if you can grab a table while I quickly stop in the lady's room?"

"You sure you don't want me to wait here?” I replied.

She answered, "No thanks, I'll find you in a couple of minutes. But can you take my jacket with you, please?" As she slipped the jacket off, her nipples showed nicely through the material of her dress.

Connie handed me the jacket, and I jumped at the chance to flirt with her, saying, "You cold, or just happy to be here with me?"

Connie's quick wit supplied her with an instant reply, "A little of both; maybe you could have a chest warmer installed in your car to go with the butt-warming seats." The bouncer heard this and got a confused expression, but he was clearly enjoying the view also.

Connie turned and began walking toward the lady's room, and I just stood there for a second, watching her move. She was walking like she wanted to seduce one or both of the men who were enjoying the view.

The bouncer grinned and said, "I'll watch which table you grab, dude, and point her in the right direction when she returns."

I thanked him and turned to find a table. Lancer's Pub is the spot for happy hour since the drinks were reasonable, and the free buffet was above average for a nightclub trying to get people in early in the evening.

Most of the smaller tables in the center of the room were taken, so I had to settle for a booth along the sidewall of the room. I slid into the booth and laid our jackets beside me.

A cute little waitress appeared almost instantly and asked what I wanted to drink. I said, "I'm waiting for someone. Can you stop back when she gets here?"

She answered, "Sure, no problem.”

It didn't take long before I saw Connie standing in the doorway beside the bouncer. She appeared to be listening to him intently. I thought, you idiot, he's making a pass at her, and you're stuck over here. I should have waited by the door for her to return from the lady's room. After a few seconds, Connie smiled at him, and I saw she was saying something to him. He nodded and pointed towards me.

As she followed his finger, she saw where I was, and her smile broadened as she started walking toward our booth. Her hair bounced as she walked, as did her lovely breasts. That split in the front of her dress opened with each forward step, exposing her knee and a little of her thigh.

When she got close enough to speak, she said, "Philly, a booth, how romantic."

Connie sat down beside me, sliding in till our thighs were almost touching. She slid her hand under my arm and leaned against me, saying, "Booths are so nice for snuggling."

I again smelled the lovely fragrance of her perfume and noticed that she had applied some lip gloss that almost matched the color of her dress.

I smiled and, looking into her eyes, said, "You look absolutely fabulous." Her smile acknowledged the compliment as I continued saying, "And you smell incredible!"

Her smile broadened as she said, "Do you like my perfume?"

"It's intoxicating," I replied.

Connie leaned closer to me and let me inhale her scent before she said, "I love it when a man pays me compliments."

I might not need any drinks to get intoxicated tonight,” I said.

She snuggled a little closer as the waitress returned.

"Are you two ready?” the waitress asked. Connie smiled at her and ordered a white wine spritzer. I decided on a gin and tonic. She turned and headed off toward the bar without saying a word.

I looked over at Connie again and asked, "You hungry?"

"A little, but let's have a drink first and relax."

First dates are always a little uncomfortable, but Connie and I had known each other long enough that I felt I could be more forward than usual for a first date. I kept the conversation about her and how elegant she looked in her new dress.

She said, "As soon as I saw it, I knew I'd love wearing it."

"The material feels so good against my skin; go ahead, touch it and see what I mean," she said.

I instantly had a huge dilemma. The dress had short sleeves so that I couldn't touch it against her forearm, So I slipped my hand under the table and placed it on her thigh. I slowly moved it back and forth, letting the material slide under my palm.

"It feels elegant and very sexy," I said.

Connie didn't try to remove my hand, but instead leaned tighter against me and lifted her thigh, putting more pressure on my hand. My eyes were glued to hers, looking for any sign that she wanted me to stop. Nothing showed, and in fact, her expression gave me a sign that she wanted me to continue.

As I massaged her thigh, she moaned softly and said, "Hmm, that feels so good. I haven't had a man touch me like that for so long."

The waitress returned with our drinks, and I asked her to run a tab for us.

She said, "Sure, no problem," and turned, walking away to tend to her other tables.

I kept my hand on Connie's thigh and continued caressing it through the material of her dress. She slipped her hand under the table and let it rest on mine as I slowly slid my hand up and down on top of her thigh, giving the flesh an occasional gentle squeeze. Connie's hand slid off mine, and she pulled the fabric of her dress to the side and from under my hand. She pressed her silk-covered thigh up against my hand, and I continued my gentle caress along the top of her leg.

The silk felt incredible under my palm, and as I continued, Connie turned her head and whispered in my ear, "Go higher, Philly, touch my skin, please."

I let my hand venture upwards along the top of her thigh until I reached the lace hem at the top of her stocking. Her hand again slid over the top of mine, and she directed it to where she wanted me to touch her. After slowly sliding the length of her thigh several times, she stopped me at the top of her stocking. I pivoted my wrist and let my fingertips slide between her thighs. I felt her legs spread some as she again moaned softly in my ear.

"Oh god, that feels so wonderful; please don't stop." I wasn't about to stop, and in fact, I moved my hand higher on her leg until my pinky finger was resting against the material that covered her pussy. I had to know if she shaved, so I slipped my finger under the material and slid it up.

It was completely shaved, and I turned slightly to her and whispered, "I love shaved pussy." I'm not sure if it was the words I whispered, the feel of my breath against her ear, or my finger sliding along her shaved pelvic mound, but she moaned again, and her body shuttered as I continued touching her so intimately.

I let my finger slide down and over the hard button of her clitoris, and she again moaned as my finger spread the lips of her pussy. I could feel the heat and moisture as my finger slipped inside. Connie moaned louder and leaned hard against me as my finger explored the hot flesh just inside.

She whispered, "You're driving me insane; I wish that were your tongue inside me."

I knew at that moment that before this night was over, my tongue would be inside her. I withdrew my finger and slid my hand again down her thigh as I said, "I want you, Connie."

She turned to me and replied, "Oh god, I've wanted you since the day we met. I've fantasized about making love with you so often, but I wasn't sure you were interested."

I leaned close to her and kissed her lightly on the lips. Connie moaned as our lips touched, and she instinctively parted hers, inviting my tongue, which I gladly gave her. I broke our kiss and said, "I've been interested since I first laid eyes on you."

My finger was still coated with the juice from inside her, and I slowly slipped it between my lips and tasted her for the first time. She watched me intently as I sucked every drop off my finger and smiled when I said, "You taste incredible!"

Connie still had her hand under the table, and as she slowly placed it on my leg, she said, "Philly, we're wasting time; let's finish our drinks and get out of here." I smiled as I lifted my gin and tonic to my lips and took a huge gulp from the glass. In an instant, it was almost empty, and Connie giggled before she said, "I see you agree, Philly."

I nodded yes and said, "I couldn't agree more, Connie."

She took a sip or two of her wine and said, "Take me home, Philly. Take me home now."

I put a ten-dollar bill on my glass and said, "Let's go." Connie slid out of the booth, and I followed.

As I helped her put on her jacket, she tossed her long auburn locks to one side and, looking at me, said, "But what about the buffet?"

I leaned close to her ear and whispered, "You'll be my buffet tonight."

As we approached the bouncer, he said, "Leaving already, folks?"

I responded, "Yep, got someplace I need to be, and I don't want to be late." We exited Lancer's Pub, and I slipped my arm around Connie's waist and pulled her against me as we walked toward my car. I opened the car door and held Connie's hand as she slid into the seat. Rather than closing the door, I leaned down and kissed her softly. She responded by parting her lips slightly and offering me her tongue, which I gladly accepted.

A moan escaped my throat as our tongues touched again. A more passionate kiss than the one we shared inside. The sweet scent of her perfume again filled my nostrils, and the taste of her kiss was just as intoxicating.

As I slid into the driver's seat and started the car, Connie said, "Philly, my place is only a few miles from here."

I reminded her that her car was still at the mall and asked if she wanted to return there first.

Connie replied, "No, we can worry about my car later; take me to my place now." Connie told me her apartment was at the Wynnewood Apartments and asked if I knew where that was. I said, "Sure do." I turned left from the parking lot back onto Rt 12 and headed for Wynnewood.

Connie leaned toward me and placed her hand on my leg. Her fingernails scratched at my thigh through the material of my slacks and sent a shiver down my spine to my groin. Her hand slipped between my thighs and found my growing erection.

Stroking slowly, she said, "Hmmmmm… that feels so good. I love the feel of a hard cock in my hand." Just as she began using her nails on the shaft of my erection, I gunned the engine to make a yellow light. Connie giggled and said, "I hope you're not in such a hurry when we get to my place."

"Not to worry, I will take my time there," I replied.

Wynnewood is an upscale apartment complex with a tenant clubhouse and a great pool. I was anxious to see how Connie had decorated her place. It only took a few minutes to drive there, and she gave me directions from the entrance to building R.

Connie said, "Park in space twenty-three, that's mine." I glided the car into the space, shut the engine off, and opened my door.

As I did, Connie said, "Philly, before we go inside, I want to apologize. My place is a mess. If I'd known I was having company tonight, I'd have cleaned up."

I smiled at her and replied, "I doubt I'd have even noticed."

We strolled arm in arm to the entrance foyer of building R. Connie used her key card to unlock the door, and we stepped inside. There were a few potted trees and a small sitting area in the lobby, and the elevator door was directly across from the entrance. Connie pushed the call button, and the doors silently opened. Once inside, she pressed the button for the second floor, and as the doors closed, she turned to me and said, "I've dreamed of us making this elevator ride."

I leaned in and kissed her softly on the mouth.

She moaned and, breaking our kiss, said, "That was part of my dream."

The elevator came to a slow stop on the second floor, and she took my hand in hers as we walked toward her apartment.

"Here we are," she said as we stopped before the door marked 23. Her hand trembled a little as she tried to slip the key into the lock. I put my hand on hers, and we turned the key together. I held her hand as we entered the dimly lit apartment and closed the door behind us.

Connie placed her purse and keys on a small table just inside the door and reached above to flip a switch. A lamp on another small table at the end of the short entry hall came on. Still holding Connie's hand, I pulled her close to me and turned her around so her back was toward the door. She leaned back against the door as I kissed her. Our lips parted, and once again, our tongues met. The kiss intensified as our tongues tried to explore each other's mouths.

Connie moved her lips to my jaw and kissed me toward my ear. Once there, she whispered, "Let's get comfortable."

I leaned back and slowly slipped her jacket off her shoulders and lay it on a chair beside the small table where Connie had placed her purse. As I slipped my jacket off, Connie slid past me and walked toward the living room. I dropped my jacket on top of hers and followed her into the living room.

She walked around the end of the couch and end table, pausing to turn on the unique hurricane lamp that was centered on the table. The bottom globe of the lamp lit and cast dim light across the living room. As she continued across the living room, I could see that her place was immaculate. I couldn't see a single thing that looked out of place and wondered why she thought she needed to make an apology for her place being a mess earlier.

Connie continued to the far side of the living room, where she flipped another switch. In a moment, a gas fireplace ignited and bathed the space in warm light. In front of the fireplace, there was a white sheepskin rug and several large white pillows.

Connie turned to me, and as I walked toward her, she said, "Welcome to my place, Philly. I hope you'll feel comfortable here."

She stepped toward me and opened her arms, inviting my hug. As I circled her body with my arms, she pressed against me. Our parted lips touched as her tongue darted out toward my mouth. I sucked gently on her tongue for a second and then opened my mouth wider, pressing my tongue against hers.

Connie moaned deeply into my mouth as I began to explore her body with my hands. Slowly, my hands slid down her back; when they reached her waist, I pulled her hips against mine and pressed my hardening cock against her. She moaned again as she felt my erection against her pelvic mound. Sliding my hands up her back and under her long, flowing auburn hair to her neck, I took two handfuls of hair and tilted her head from side to side as our tongues continued their exploration of each other's oral cavities.

Releasing my grasp on her hair, I slid my hands between us and moved them up to cup her ample tits. She moaned again as her hand slid down my chest and found my now fully erect cock.

Breaking our kiss, Connie said, "God, I'm so hot. I want you so badly."

I moaned as her hand began stroking my cock through the material of my slacks. Moving my hands down, I found the end of the material that tied her dress in front and pulled. The knot opened, and her dress fell away from the front of her sensuous body. Her eyes sparkled in the dim firelight, and the cream-colored skin of her breasts invited my lips.

She slid her hands up my chest, untied my necktie, and pulled it from around my neck. Ever so slowly, she began unbuttoning my shirt. Her fingertips touched the bare skin of my chest and sent a shiver down my spine.

As she worked her way down, skillfully unbuttoning my shirt, I gazed at her body. Her tits strained at the material of her bra, and the deep cleavage between her tits heaved as she breathed. The black lace trim of her bra contrasts with the creamy-colored skin. Her hips flared slightly, and she wore a matching thong. Her legs are perfectly shaped, and the silk thigh highs she wore fit snuggly around her thighs.

Her fingers had reached the last exposed button of my shirt as I complimented her, saying, "Connie, you are so beautiful; what an incredible body." She smiled as she tugged my shirt from the top of my slacks. The final button came undone, and Connie slowly slid her fingernails up my stomach and chest, sending another shiver down my spine and into my groin. Her hands flattened at my shoulders and slowly slid my shirt off. I dropped my arms to allow the shirt to slide off, and Connie tossed it toward the couch to her left.

Placing my hands on her hips, I again pulled her tight against my now naked chest, and she pressed her tits against me. Her arms circled my neck, and I could feel her erect nipples through the material of her bra. She kissed me deeply, eliciting another deep, sensual moan from my throat. My hands moved to her back under the material of her dress and down to her naked ass, squeezing her butt cheeks and pulling her tighter against me.

Connie broke our kiss and said, "I'm so hot; your hands are driving me insane."

My hands were in constant motion, moving quickly from one part of her sexy body to another as I kissed her again.

My lips moved from her mouth to her jaw and back to her ear. I whispered, "You turn me on so much, you feel so good, look so incredibly sexy, your perfume drives me insane."

My lips and tongue continued the exploration of her neck and down onto her chest. The soft skin of her tits felt so good against my mouth. I kissed and licked the heaving flesh of her cleavage and drove my tongue deeply between her tits. Sliding my hands up to her shoulders, I slipped the material of her dress off her shoulders, and it fell to the floor. My hands moved to the clasp of her bra and expertly undid it, releasing her full breasts from their confinement.

Connie moaned deeply as my hands circled around and slid up under the material of her bra and onto her tits. She dropped her arms, and I slowly peeled the bra off her and let it drop to the floor between us.

Our eyes met for an instant, and I could see a look of lust in hers that I'd never seen before. She wanted me; she wanted my touch; she wanted my scent, my taste, and I wanted all those from her.

Connie's breasts are perfectly formed—full and sensual, with perfectly round areola and matching dark hard nipples. I needed to feel those nipples between my lips and leaned forward, lifting one tit and its nipple to my mouth. My tongue flicked at the hardness of her nipple, and she moaned deeply as my tongue made contact with it for the first time.

Forming an "O" with my lips, I sucked gently on Connie's erect nipple and flicked the tip of my tongue against it. Her hands slid up to my head and pushed my mouth harder against her tit.

She moaned deeply and said, "I love that; please don't stop." My hands cupped her full tits and lifted them slightly as she guided my head from one nipple to the other, allowing me to pleasure her with my mouth, tongue, and teeth. When I gently bit on her hard nipple, she squealed in delight and pushed my mouth against the hardness of her erect nipple. Using my thumb and forefinger, I rolled one nipple between them as I suckled on the other. Her breath started coming in short gasps as my mouth moved from one nipple to the other, and my fingers rolled and pinched the one my mouth wasn't kissing and sucking.

Connie moaned deeply as my lips moved between her luscious tits and kissed deep into her cleavage. She whispered, "You're driving me crazy; bite them harder." I used my teeth to scrape across one nipple, making her shudder with delight.

I wanted more of her, more of the taste I had licked off my finger at Lancer's Pub. Very slowly, I began kissing downward toward my ultimate goal. As my lips reached the top of the triangle of material covering her pussy, she again moaned, knowing where my lips were headed. She thrust her hips forward, inviting and encouraging me to continue down.

My lips kissed along the edge of that triangle as my hands slid up and down along the back of her incredibly shapely legs. Once I had kissed around the edge of her thong a time or two, I slid my hands up to her hips and hooked a finger on each side of her thong.

As my fingers began sliding the thong from her hips, she said, "Yes, I want you to eat me."

Connie's thong slipped off and slid down her long, silk-covered legs until it was nothing more than a wisp of black lace around her ankles. As I held it there, she lifted one foot and then the other to allow me to slide it over her heels. I looked at her face as I tossed the thong aside, and our eyes met again. She wanted my mouth on her pussy, my tongue licking her clit.

I whispered to her, "Sit on my face, baby."

Her reply was only one word: "YES."

She moved one foot to the side, allowing me to lie on the white sheepskin rug in front of the fireplace. A step or two forward, and she was straddling my shoulders. I ran my hands up her legs as far as I could reach and kept them there as she slowly lowered herself toward my waiting lips and tongue. Her shaven pussy glistened in the dim firelight as she bent at the knees to crouch just above my mouth. I lifted my head from the soft rug and licked along the length of her pussy lips.

She gasped, then moaned as my tongue touched her; lowering her pussy another inch or two allowed me to slip my tongue between the lips and barely inside. My tongue slid forward, and when it reached the hard, extended nub of her clit, I licked over and around it. Connie moaned deeply as my tongue circled her clit. Her juices began to flow freely, and I happily licked and sucked at her pussy and clit, drinking the sweet nectar it was producing.

Connie moaned over and over again as my oral pleasures began taking control of her body. She rocked back and forth on the balls of her feet, sliding her pussy into my mouth as she did. Her body trembled as my tongue entered her, and juice flowed over it and into my mouth.

My hands slid up her bent legs to the tops of her thighs, pulling her down closer to my mouth. She leaned forward and placed her hands on the floor on either side of my head as she moved from her crouched position to all fours. Once her knees sank into the soft fur of the rug, she straightened up and slid her hands up her body to cup both tits.

Her palms slid over her hard nipples as she whispered, Oh god, Philly, yes, please eat me, fuck me with your tongue." I slowly inserted my tongue between the now swollen lips of her soaking wet pussy and began licking and sucking on it harder and deeper than before. She squealed each time I moved my tongue inside and groaned deeply when I slipped out to lick and suck her clit.

Connie began rocking her pelvis, sliding her pussy against my face. She ground her clit against my mustache as my tongue worked its magic inside her. I was able to watch her caress her tits and nipples. Slowly, Connie increased the tempo of her rocking, and I knew she was beginning the short climb to what I wanted to be an incredible orgasm.

Her pussy began flowing even harder, and juice ran out of her and coated my mouth and cheeks. Her breathing started coming in shorter and shorter gasps as her orgasm approached.

She moaned deeply as it began and squealed, "Oh my god, I'm cumming Phill…” the sexual pleasure cutting off her word. She pressed her pussy harder against my face as wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure washed over her.

Yes, Yes, Yes… she screamed as her orgasm peaked. Her pelvis twitched, and juices ran from inside her and into my mouth as she rode my face. I drank every drop of her sweet nectar as it flowed into my mouth. She moaned over and over as her orgasm began to subside and finally leaned forward again, placing her hands on the rug so she could slide her clit across my extended tongue.

As Connie returned to her senses, she said, "Philly, you're such an incredible oral lover. I came so hard. I can't wait to feel your cock deep inside me."

Connie lifted one leg and slid alongside me, snuggling into my reclined body. My hands, now free to move, instantly went to her face, and I pulled her mouth to mine to kiss her and share the taste of her pussy still coating my lips. She happily kissed and licked her juices from me and drove her tongue deep into my mouth. Her hand slid across my chest, and she used her nails to entice my nipples. We kissed deeply for a long time as she massaged my chest and stomach.

Her fingers slid down, and when they reached the waist of my slacks, she whispered, "These have to go right now." With one hand, she undid my belt and the button holding the waistband together. As she moved to kneel beside me, her hand lowered the zipper of my slacks, slid inside, and found my rock-hard cock.

I kicked off my shoes and lifted my hips as Connie slid my slacks down my thighs. In an instant, they were tossed aside, and she returned her hand to massage my erection through the material of my jockey shorts. Moving between my legs, she hooked a finger on each side of the elastic waistband and pulled it slowly down. My cock sprung up at attention as she hooked the waistband under my balls. Her hand moved to the shaft, and she slowly stroked upward to the head.

She grasped it like she had the shifter in my car earlier and said, "I like this shifter so much better, Philly."

I smiled and moaned as she stroked down the length of my erection and ran her fingernails over my scrotum. Slipping her hands around to my back, she finished sliding my jockeys off my hips and down toward my knees. She moved down toward my ankles as my jockey shorts finished their short trip to my ankles, and they were tossed across the room to join my slacks somewhere.

Kneeling between my legs, she looked at my face and said, "Relax and enjoy the show."

Her fingernails ran the length of my legs, first bringing goosebumps to the skin's surface along my thighs. As she leaned forward to reach the top of my thighs, she shook her head and let her hair fall around and down toward my rock-hard cock. The feeling of her hair brushing against my cock made me shudder, and my erection twitched as the pleasure of that feeling hit me.

Leaning further down, she began swaying side to side, letting her hair slide across my erection and balls and onto my thighs. I was going crazy, and she knew it.

I moaned deeply as she brought one hand up and grabbed a handful of hair, and brought it to my cock. Connie slowly began stroking me with her hair, and I gasped as she moved her hand up and down on my erection. Her lustful eyes kept constant contact with mine as she continued this hair-covered hand job.

She whispered, "Do you like the feel of my hair around your cock?" already knowing the answer.

I could only respond, "Oh baby, it feels like…" Searching for the perfect way to describe the feeling, I paused, and then it came to me, "It feels like angel hair, Connie."

Connie giggled and said, "Well, this angel's hair is nothing compared to her devilish little mouth." With that, she released her grip on my cock and flipped her hair to one side, lowering her mouth toward my bulging erection. Her hair cascaded along one of my thighs as her mouth moved downward toward the base of my cock.

Once she had reached the base, she lightly blew on my balls through pursed lips. Her hot breath trailed up the shaft until she was blowing on the swollen head of my cock.

Her eyes met mine as she grinned, parted her lips, and extended her tongue. The tip touched my cock for the first time, and it instinctively twitched away from her mouth.

Connie brought one hand up, grasped my hard cock, and pulled it back toward her waiting tongue. She slowly licked around the head and down the underside of the shaft, moistening it with her saliva. Her tongue made its way back up the length of my cock, and a string of saliva pulled from the tip of my cock up to the tip of her tongue.

As she moved her mouth away from the head and the saliva string broke, she whispered, "Are you ready for this?"

I instantly responded, "Oh god, YES!"

Her eyes took on that lustful look again as she parted her lips and slowly lowered her mouth around the deep purple-colored head of my cock. Connie closed her lips around the head, and she sucked it softly while stroking up and down on it with her mouth and tongue. She kept constant eye contact with me and ever so slowly took more of the shaft inside, giving her oral cavity time to adjust to its size.

As she approached the bottom of its length, I felt it bumping against the back of her mouth and into her throat. She relaxed her throat muscles and pressed the head deep into her throat. She swallowed, causing her muscles to tighten around it. Holding my cock deep in her throat for a moment, she allowed her muscles to relax again and withdrew it from her mouth, making an Awwwww sound as it popped from her mouth.

Connie smiled at me and said. "I love the feel of your cock in my throat."

I said, "I love the feel too."

Having discovered that she could handle its size, Connie began taking its full length into her mouth each time, allowing her throat to accept the swollen head. She alternated deep throat strokes with tongue-licking strokes along the shaft, pursed her lips, and slid them along the bottom, tickling my urethra, and then would again open her mouth wide to plunge it to the depths of her throat.

She is an incredible cock sucker and playfully gave me the best blowjob of my life. Connie had total control of every muscle in her oral cavity and throat and knew how to use them to give me pleasure beyond my wildest dreams.

As Connie continued pleasing me with her expert oral talents, I slid my hands down toward her mouth. I used one to grab a handful of her long, auburn locks, and with the other, I grasped my erection. As I guided her mouth over my cock and scrotum, Connie took one ball between her lips and sucked it. She made sensual sounds while she pleased me orally, and at one point, she withdrew me from her mouth and slid her tongue over her lower lip, allowing me to slap my cock against her tongue.

As much as I would have loved to let her bring me to an explosive orgasm, I wanted more to experience the feeling of driving my cock deep into her steamy, wet pussy.

Pulling her mouth from my cock, I looked into her eyes and said, "I wanna fuck you!"

Her reply was, "Oh yes, fuck me, please fuck me silly." She slowly moved up my body and stopped to slip my saliva-coated cock between her tits and stroke it there a few times. Connie could tell from my expression that while I loved the feel of being engulfed by her soft tits, I wanted it inside her pussy even more. As she moved up my body, every nerve ending felt her touch. I was intoxicated with her and had to have her now.

Her mouth came to mine, and we kissed passionately, our tongues performing a dance of lust between our lips. As we kissed, I rolled her over onto her back. She slid her hands up, pulled her hair out from under her, and let it fall seductively, framing her face.

She looked into my eyes and whispered, "Take me; I want you inside me now."

I moved between her thighs as Connie spread her legs and lifted her hips to meet my first thrust. My cock was poised just outside her swollen dripping-wet pussy. I pressed it against her lips, and she moaned deeply, passionately as it made contact.

She again said, "Now, Philly inside me NOW!" I pressed forward, and it slipped between the warmth of her pussy's lips. She was boiling hot, soaking wet, and aching for the entire length of my rock-hard erection.

I couldn't control myself and, with one slow thrust, buried myself deep inside her. We moaned in unison as the feeling of being so intimately joined finally happened. Her pussy fit perfectly around my cock, filling her but not stretching her. Connie arched her back and thrust her hips up to meet my next thrust into her.

As I began slowly fucking her, she squealed with pleasure and whispered, "Yes, god, yes fuck me fuck me, slow Philly." I withdrew very slowly until the head of my cock was resting just inside her. Then, thrust back to the steamy depths of her. Her hips moved in perfect timing to my thrust, opening her pussy to accept my length and squeezing it with her internal muscles. Each time I pulled back, Connie would moan and beg me to fill her again. We were fucking in slow motion and loving every second of it.

I lowered my head, and our open mouths met again. Our tongues searched out one another to dance a slow passionate oral dance while we fucked; she tasted so good.

Passionate, sensual groans escaped our throats as we made love for the first time. I lowered my body onto hers and the soft cushion of her tits.

She bit at my ear before she whispered, "God, this is so fucking incredible; you feel so good inside me; I feel every inch of you."

As Connie whispered that in my ear, I thrust into her again a little faster and a little harder. She let out a slow "oh" as my cock buried itself deep in her searing cunt. My thrusts became quicker and harder with every stroke. I could feel her pussy becoming more swollen as it grasped at my erection each time it plunged into her.

Connie started moving her head from side to side as she began the slow climb toward the pinnacle of passion.

She moaned deeply in my ear and said, "Yes baby, fuck me. Make me cum." Her encouragement only made me fuck her faster and harder as I reached a point where I was slamming into her like a wild animal.

She cried out, "YES, I'm cumming" as her orgasm began. Connie reached up and dug her fingernails into the flesh of my back. Her pussy flooded with juices bathing my erection with her hot cum. Our fucking took on a splashing sound as I continued slamming my cock into her. She clawed at my back as she rode the waves of pleasure my cock was giving her.

I wanted to cum with her, and my fucking took on an urgency as I began to feel the sperm boil inside my balls.

Connie felt my cock swell to orgasmic size, and she begged me, "Cum with me; shoot your hot fucking cum deep inside me." I slammed my cock into her like a well-oiled piston as my own orgasm approached.

"Oh fuck baby, I'm cumming," I exclaimed as I felt my juices rushing toward the tip of my cock. Connie tightened her muscles around it as the first stream of sticky cum shot from me and hit her cervix.

A deep, throaty moan escaped her as she felt the heat of my sperm shoot into her. Her orgasm was heightened by the flood of cum I produced for her. With one final mighty thrust, I reached the very depth of Connie's incredible cunt, and I froze as my cock spewed stream after stream of hot sticky cum.

Our juices mixed and bathed us with their volume. I had never cum harder in my life and moaned with pleasure as the final drops were expelled inside her. After what felt like an eternity of sexual bliss, our mutual orgasm finally began to subside, and we both felt the glow of total satisfaction from our lovemaking.

As my cock slid out of her flooded cunt she moaned and said, "Philly, that was the best fuck I've ever felt; please fuck me again."

I kissed her deeply on the mouth and whispered in her ear, "I'll make love with you all night."

She smiled and said, Let's clean up, and you can take me to bed."

I slid off her to one side, and my free hand instantly went to her tits. Caressing and pinching them softly and leaning down to kiss her nipples. She ran her fingernails through my hair and over my shoulder as I playfully teased her tits.