I mixed business with pleasure right before the pandemic [MF] [Str8]

A little backstory, I’m a Landman. And most outside of TX/OK/NM may not know what that is, but basically I negotiate leases, contracts, and run title, for oil and gas operators. Won’t go into too many details, but I’ve been getting mineral owners leased on a project in the Permian. Everything was straight forward for the most part, except for this one lady who was a total bitch during the whole process.

We never spoke on the phone, only communicated via email for months, and she had issues with practically every god damn word in the lease form. Finally, we get to a version she agrees on, but with all this corona stuff that was just starting to happen, she didn’t want to leave her house to get it notarized. I was so pissed. We’d been going back and forth for months, and now she’s claiming she can’t leave because of corona, and I’m thinking she’s just stalling for the sake of being difficult. I’m a notary, and we’re both in the Houston area, so I offered to swing by and keep my 6 ft distance just to get this over with. At this point I’m so sick of dealing with her, I would have driven 8 hours to get her damn signature.

Most people who own mineral rights are older, and they’ve inherited them. She’s got a very common, not trendy name, so In my mind I was picturing some short haired Karen in her fifties. But when she comes to the door of her condo, she’s fucking gorgeous. Late twenties, blonde, petite. Definitely not stick thin, probably a size 8, and in skin tight yoga pants and a sleeveless shirt. I think my jaw was on the ground, but she’s such a talker, she didn’t seem to notice how shocked I was.

Turns out she’d inherited her mineral rights from her grandfather a few years before. We get the business out of the way, she signs the lease and I run out to my car to notarize it. I guess she thought I was going to leave for good, so she comes up to the passenger side of my SUV and looks sheepish as hell as she asks if I want to come in for a drink. I made some joke about social distancing, and how I thought she was scared of corona, and she’s instantly crestfallen. She didn’t realize I was kidding, but when I tell her I’ll come inside if we stay far apart, she sort of…lights up. She’s got these big gorgeous brown eyes that seem to give away anything she’s thinking.

Long story short, I spent the whole afternoon on her couch talking, watching the news, drinking some beers, keeping 6 ft away from her. I’m older than she is — by about 10 years, but turns out we’ve got some mutual connections and acquaintances and conversation just flowed. She was sweet, very smart, but not bitchy in person like she’d been via email.

I couldn’t quit looking at the girl. She’s stunning, not in a model sort of way, but she takes care of herself and has this…elegant way of moving. And we get to this awkward moment and I know I’ve got to make a move or just leave. She brings me another beer, does this cute thing she’s been doing all afternoon where she leans over the back of the sofa, arms reaching to keep her distance and puts the beer on a side table near me. Makes her waist look tiny and her ass is sort of…on display. And she shoots me this look like she knows exactly what I’m thinking and that I’m staring at her backside. I don’t know what came over me, but as she’s pulling away from the couch, I just reached over the back and grabbed her.

She crawls over the cushions of the sofa. Sort of awkward at first, we’ve both a little unsure of what’s happening, and I keep thinking about how unethical this whole situation is as we’re making out. I’m about to apologize for crossing the line and get the hell out of there. She’s a pretty girl, but I don’t know if I’m willing to mix business with pleasure at the risk my job.

Then, she makes this little sound. I don’t know how to explain, it was like a whimper, but it’s the hottest thing and after that, I quit worrying about if what I’m doing is okay. Fuck it.

She pulls her tank off after a while, it’s one of those with the bra built in, and it’s dug into her skin a bit, because I can see the pink indentions tracing her breasts where the elastic has rubbed. But her tits are perfect. C cup, very light pink nipples, and I’m instantly rock hard. I can’t keep my hands off her—trailing from the small of her back down to her ass, up to those marks from where her bra was digging into her which are starting to fade away.

I’m taking each nipple in my mouth, feeling them harden and shrink up on my tongue, and she keeps making these breathy moans that are driving me absolutely insane.

She stands up, almost falls over as she peels off her yoga pants, and it’s cute as hell to watch her struggle with these leggings that are practically painted on. I put my hands on her waist, holding her in place as she wiggles out of them.

She’s apologizing for the thick dark hair on her pussy, she hasn’t shaved in at least a week, and the carpet doesn’t match the drapes at all since she’s a bottle blonde. I don’t care. Literally nothing this girl could do at this point to make me not want to fuck her, and I pull her on top of me.

I make some joke about how I haven’t shaved either. Haven’t been going into an office so I’ve been letting my stubble grow out. She starts kissing my cheek, down my neck, still making those whimper sounds, and tells me she wants to feel my beard against her thighs.

Fuck. I thought I was hard before, but at this point, I’m about to split apart my jeans. I don’t need to be told twice, so I roll her off me, onto her back, and I start kissing her neck and move down over her breasts. It’s a little difficult, she’s got this big velvet sectional, but even though we’ve got more room than we would on a typical couch, I’m 6’2, so i’m hanging off part of the sofa as I kiss down to her stomach. And in my head I’m thinking I need to tease her a little bit, but I can’t because I’m so fucking desperate to get my mouth on her cunt.

She’s curvy, with thick thighs and hips and her pussy is no exception. I’d seen it in her leggings, the soft pout of her crotch, but having my face so close to it, I can really appreciate how fat her little mound was for the first time.

And she’s wet. I don’t mean, a little damp, I’m talking raging river wet. She must have worked out before I showed up because she sort of tastes like sweat, but it’s sweet too and salty, and I’m lost in the taste of her.

I’ve got one hand gripping the top of the sofa for leverage, the other hand I’m tracing my thumb lightly on her clit, and I’m pushing my tongue inside her cunt. She’s raking her nails through my hair, it’s almost hurting, but it’s a good hurt and I know she’s close to coming for me.

I start to feel her tightening—contracting around my tongue. And the whimpers, well, she’s full on screaming my name at this point and I’m half afraid I’m going to come in my jeans. But she just keeps screaming for me and I’m thinking about my taxes, re-ordering my dogs heart-worm pills, literally anything but her pussy to keep myself from coming in my pants.

Finally she grips the collar of my shirt with both hands, pulls me on top of her, and plunges her tongue in my mouth.

My face, my lips are…wet from her. I worry for a split second she might not be into that. My ex-wife definitely wasn’t…but I can tell pretty quickly that it’s a turn on for her as much as it is for me. It’s hot as hell as a she’s kissing, sucking her own juices from my lips. And in this quiet voice that doesn’t at all match how she’s been screaming moments before, she whispers that she tastes good.

I mumble something, I don’t know how I
was able to get any words out, but I think I tell her she does taste very good, and at this point I’m desperate to get my clothes off, and I pull her small wrist down onto my crotch and hold it there. She lets out this moan as she trails her fingers, tracing around my cock. I’ve had enough, I don’t know if I can last much longer and she’s barely even touched me.

I fumble, yanking off my boots, unbuckling my belt, pulling off my jeans my boxers, and she’s unbuttoning my shirt at the same time. It’s like we’re both being timed with a stopwatch to get me out of these fucking clothes as fast as humanly possible.

Now, it seems like it’s my turn to be on my back, and we reposition so she’s on top of me. She’s kissing, sucking the skin of my chest, rubbing her hand across the length of my cock. I feel her nails, lightly trailing along the inside of my thighs. It was probably only a few seconds, but it seemed like an eternity until I felt that soft, pink mouth wrap around the head of my penis.

Her mouth and her tongue are so warm. Hot, and wet, and soft and it felt incredible as she continued to play with me. I’m gasping, almost struggling to breath from the sight and feel of these perfect pink lips wrapped around me. I watch her brown eyes close, her hand tightens against the base of my member, and she slides down and back up in this fluid motion.

She does this a few more times, sucking as she’s taking me completely in her mouth, then gripping me with her hand. My fingers are splayed, pushing into her thick, blonde hair with dark roots just starting grow in, reminding me about her pussy and her hair there that’s the same color as her roots.

I’m so close. I know I’m about to get off, but I don’t want to come like this. I want to feel that tight, ridiculously wet cunt around me, and I want to hear her moaning my name again if I can last long enough to get her off too.

I mumble something as I push her off of me, asking if it’s okay for me to have sex with her and not just…mouth stuff. She nods, eyes big and brown and so fucking gorgeous, and gives me this heady, knowing smirk as she slips back to her powder room and comes back with a condom.

The next few moments were a blur. We’re kissing, I’m touching her, and I’ve calmed down a bit so I’m not on the verge of coming anymore. I’m really making an effort to think about filing my taxes again as she slips the condom onto me, sliding her small hand down to the base of my cock as she does.

I roll her onto her back, her legs part, and I take my cock in my hand and position it against her slit. She’s biting down on her lower lip, eyes shut tight, almost like she’s worried it might hurt. And I slip in, only about two inches at first, watching her face and gaging her reaction as she feels me inside her for the first time.

God Damn, the girl is tight. And she whimpers, and I’m worried maybe I have hurt her until her nails dig into my back and she’s pulling me deeper. I move slowly at first, rocking in and out of her until we worked up to this faster pace that just felt…right.

Her eyes are open now and she’s screaming my name, and I feel her walls—her cunt just flexing like crazy around me. I lose it. I grab the back of her thick blonde hair, I dig my face into her neck that smells like flowery body lotion and sweat. I shove in one last time, pushing my full length into her walls, and come inside her tight, perfect, cunt.

We just sort of stayed like that…me still inside her for a while. She was running her hands along my back, until finally I got myself together, and sat up. Just in this daze about what had happened.

So, that was March 13th. We hung out the rest of the weekend and when I was almost out of toilet paper at my place, we agreed it would be better if I just moved myself and my dog into her condo to quarantine together.

Not sure where it’s going….but I’m so fucking glad she didn’t get that lease notarized at the bank like a normal person. I never would have met her otherwise.

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