I saw her as soon as I walked in. She was perfect; a mass of straight, dark hair framing her pretty face, tight-fitting yet business-like black silk shirt, slim waist and softly flared hips, gorgeous tight ass and slim, shapely legs accentuated perfectly by a tight black pencil skirt. She looked like a business woman or an executive assistant. She was standing with her back to the bar with a nearly empty white wine glass in her elegantly manicured fingers, her eyes subtly scanning the room. Ideal , I thought to myself again.
Then our eyes met. She smiled, briefly embarrassed, then looked away. Then she looked again. I held her gaze for a few seconds, then walked towards her, picking my way through the crowded bar. I could be wrong, of course – maybe she was waiting for someone – but it was worth a try. No clever opening lines.
“Hi.” I smiled. She smiled back.
“Hello.” I loved the tone of her voice - soft yet confident.
”Are you waiting for someone?” I asked.
“Not anymore,” she responded.
“Great. May I get you another glass of wine?”
An hour and the rest of the bottle later Miss Smith had told me about her life as an analyst; about how she sometimes needed to travel with her boss on business and sales trips but that he preferred room service to hotel restaurants; and how lonely she would get in the evenings. And how she had steeled herself this evening to go down to the bar to find a bit of “company”. She smiled shyly as she explained the last part.
“I hope you’re happy with the company you found? You know you could have had the attentions of any man in the bar, don’t you?”
“I am delighted to have met you," she smiled, then slyly fishing for the compliment she added,
”but why do you think I could have any man here?”
“Because you look gorgeous – you’ve obviously gone to a great deal of trouble over your appearance this evening; just the right mix of intelligent and sexy.” She laughed.
“Do you think so?” she blushed.
“Well I think so, but for my tastes you could have gone a bit heavier on the sexy!”
“Like what?” she asked, teasing me.
“OK, maybe a slightly brighter red lipstick, and one less button fastened on your blouse.”
She placed her glass on the table between us.
“Oh, I get it. Like this, you mean?”
With that she undid not one but two buttons of her blouse to reveal the top of a lace bra and a glimpse of cleavage. She reached down to the floor for her handbag, lingering for a few extra moments to give me wonderful view down her top at her full breasts, and came back with a lip-gloss which she applied slowly, brushing her lips in that way that only a sex-goddess knows how to do.
“Yeah. Wow. Just like that.”
“Anything else?” she asked, enjoying teasing me.
“Well, since you mention it, the skirt doesn’t show off as much of your great legs as it could…”
“You are a very bad boy. I don’t know what I am going to do with you…”
I took my moment. “How about we finish our drinks somewhere else?”
“It’s very cold outside,” she countered, grinning, making me say the words.
“We could go to my room if you like?” I ventured.
“No” she said firmly. My heart sank. “Let’s go to mine…” she continued.
Evil witch, I thought.
The glasses didn’t come with us – good job really as the moment the elevator door closed and she pushed 15, I closed the short distance between us, pulled her to me and started to kiss her passionately. Her arms reached up around my neck and our tongues began to wrestle. I don’t think either of us noticed the lift arrive at our floor as we stood in the lift locked together, hands clawing at each other’s clothing. Eventually we tumbled out onto her floor and made our way to her room, thankfully only a few doors down the corridor.
As we crashed through the door I was pulling her blouse over her head as she struggled at my jacket. I kicked my shoes off as I threw her blouse towards the bed, and her nimble fingers were immediately attacking my shirt buttons. My hands dropped to her waist and groped for the fastening for her skirt. I finally unzipped it and she shimmied her hips to let it fall to the floor. She looked incredible in her pretty black lace bra, silky matching g-string panties, garter belt holding up black nylons, the breath-taking outfit completed by sexy 4-inch stilettoes.
“Wow” I managed “You did make an effort tonight.”
She said nothing and dropped to her knees, pulling my belt open, undoing my trousers and letting them drop. I kicked them away and she started to claw at my rapidly stiffening cock through my shorts.
“My, my” she cooed “Somebody obviously likes what they see…”
She slipped both hands into the waistband and pulled them down my thighs. My cock sprang up to meet her face and she gripped it gently, stroking up and down a few times very slowly. She pulled back the foreskin, stretching it taunt, then ever-so-slowly drew her tongue along the underside towards the tip. I could have erupted at that very moment at the sight of this sexy woman all dressed up with her tongue on my cock. She kissed the head, slowly and sensuously, then pursed her lips and forced my cock through her lips into her mouth. Then she looked up at me and asked,
“Do you like?”
“Jesus, Christ, woman. I like a lot.”
She smiled and started to suck, lick and tease, cupping my balls and causing my already hard cock to swell even more. I had to stop her – the sensations she was giving me were way too intense – so I reached down for her and guided her to the bed.
As she sat on the edge I dropped to my knees and scooped her tits from her bra, pushing the fabric below her tits. Her chest was gorgeous – firm, heavy, tits with very hard nipples presented themselves and I fell upon them, devouring them with kisses, licks and sucks. I gorged myself on them as she held my head to her, urging me to suck on her nipples. My hands dropped her slim thighs, parting them. She didn’t resist. My right hand trailed gently up her thigh to the silk of her panties and I felt her flinch as I brushed between her legs. She was wet already, a little damp patch betraying her state of arousal.
I pushed her back on the bed and kissed my way down her abdomen until I reached her panties. I started to press my tongue through the silky fabric, licking and kissing her and she started to writhe. God she looked amazing in her outfit but her panties needed to go.I gripped the waistband on the right hip with both hands and pulled, ripping the material.
“What the fuck?” She exclaimed.
“Don’t worry – I’ll buy you more tomorrow.”
I gripped the other side and ripped again. As I started to lick her beautiful shaved little pussy she reached down and gripped my hair, pulling firmly towards her.
“Oh yeah. Like that. Just like that,” she whispered.
I wasn’t in the mood for teasing. I was so horny for her I wanted her to cum so I started to lick her clit directly, trying different movements – straight up and down, side-to-side, circles, until we settled in a rhythm that had her moving her hips in unison with my tongue. She was already soaking wet and I couldn’t wait to get my cock inside her sweet, fragrant little pussy. I slipped two fingers inside her and realised how tight she was, but she was so slippery I managed to get them inside her with little effort.
She was panting now, grinding her pelvis and raising her ass of the bed and wriggling. I placed my hands and forearms on her legs and held her down.
“Stay still, and stop wriggling,” I smiled “There is no escape, and I am going to make you cum on my tongue.”
I held her firmly now, the weight of my torso holding her legs still and forcing them open. She was still writhing, but evidently turned-on by this slight restraint. My fingers explored her as my tongue worked its rhythm on her clit until she started to shudder. I kept my tongue at the same steady pace as I felt her juices flowing over my fingers as she climaxed, bucking and straining against my weight on her thighs. As her orgasm started to subside I climbed on the bed beside her.
“Ride me, baby, ” I said. "I want to watch you ride my cock."
She eased her sensitive pussy down over my cock and I realised how tight she actually was. I was incredibly deep inside her but her pussy was gripping me like a vice. Then she started to rock backwards and forwards, grinding herself against me, and leaning forward to I could suck on her rock-hard nipples as she used my cock.
She was very accomplished – I am not sure I have ever felt so aroused in that position but she continued to grind on my cock while I grew more and more hard inside her. I wanted her to cum, but knew I couldn’t last.
“My God, your pussy feels so great around me, and I’m sorry but I can’t hold back any longer, baby. Either you have to stop for a while or I have to cum, ‘cos what you are doing and the way you look while you’re doing it is too fucking sexy.”
“Don’t worry,” she whispered “…Just so long as you can get it up again tonight, all will be forgiven.”
I expected her to stop moving until I had recovered my composure, but she lifted up and let my cock fall from her pussy.
“Let me see if I can find somewhere really nice for you to cum,” she purred, and started to suck me deeply. Any notion I had of regaining control disappeared in that instant.
She sucked me for less than a minute, her hand stroking me in time with her mouth and her tongue swirling around my head, all the while looking me straight in the eyes. I felt that familiar tightness behind my shaven balls and my body stiffened in anticipation, then I exploded into her mouth. As she felt me cumming she opened her mouth slightly, letting my come shoot into her mouth but then run back down over her hand and covering my cock and balls with spurt after spurt of hot slippery cum.
As I lay there recovering she asked, “So where did you get the idea for ripping my panties? That’s a new twist.”
“What about you?” I replied incredulously “I can’t believe that stuff you made up about your boss preferring room service. And when did you buy that sexy garter belt?”
“Mmmm," she replied “I love it when you pick me up in a bar and pretend not to know me at all. It means I can surprise you.”
She was licking my cum from her fingers as we laughed some more about the entirely fictitious conversation we had contrived until I eventually “picked her up”. I told her how sexy she had looked in the bar and she confessed she had turned two young guys away before I had finally arrived. It always made me horny thinking about her with other men; she was, after all, a sexy woman with needs and urges of her own. And it wasn’t as though we were married.
“So why didn’t you invite them up to your room?” I teased.
“I might have done if I knew you weren’t here,” she shot back.
She continued to lick the spilled cum from around my sensitive cock, seductively sucking it into her mouth and swallowing it. She was amazingly sexy. I pulled her up onto the bed and I kissed her deeply, tasting my cum in her mouth.
“So how about you just lie there and think about having the two guys, and I’ll start to nibble on your pussy while you tell me what they might have done to you? And reach in that drawer and pass me the toy, would you? I think you might like that right now.”
I straddled her in her favourite 69 and started to lick her pussy lips. She was still swollen and very sensitive to my touch even though I hadn’t lasted long enough to grant her another orgasm when she rode me; I would have to put that right. My semi-hard cock dangled above her face as I got down to eating her. She tasted so delicious – a mixture of her musky sweet taste and traces of my cum, and she was slippery wet. As my tongue worked her clit she brought her knees up and angled her pelvis towards my mouth. I licked her entire pussy, from her clit to her opening and back again, many times over, slowly and deliberately spreading her juices everywhere. I then took the tip of the vibe and touched it to her opening.
She sensed it was no longer my tongue and pressed down towards it. I turned it on to a low frequency vibration and started running the tip from her opening all the way up to her little clit and back again, replicating the movements my tongue had made just moments before. Her breathing became heavy, and I could feel her gasped breaths on my cock, which by now was stiffening again nicely – I always got so turned on eating her luscious pussy.
“So would you have told one of them to eat your little pussy?” I asked.
“Oh, yes,” she sighed.
“And maybe one of them would put his cock in your mouth while his mate was eating you?”
I felt her stretching her neck upwards, reaching for me, so I eased down a little and felt her lips close around the head of my cock and her tongue start to swirl.
“Uh-huh,” was her muffled reply.
I turned the vibe off and started to spread her free-flowing juices all over it.
“And then the guy eating you might see his mate fucking your sexy mouth and feel a little left out.
