[MF] The Smart Girl

This is a repost. I lost access to the account I posted on before, but I have written more now and wanted to give context.

This is about a very smart girl I dated. She was a very powerful attorney who had a son. There is some build up here, then after the XXXXX rows, the stuff you came for. Smart girls are always the best.

It was 2004 and I was recently divorced. I took my kids to a free outdoor concert on a custody weekend. They started playing with another kid while I watched the 80’s alternative bands I had come to see. I noticed a tall slender woman with reddish brown hair and a great pair of jeans on nearby. I was watching her move and wondering what her work out was all about. She was in great shape and had a hipness about her. Very down to earth in an exceedingly pretty sort of way. After a little while she totally caught me checking her out like she was a piece of meat! She just smiled and turned to face the band. After the set, I went to gather my kids and they wanted to hang with their new friend a bit longer. After a few minutes the kids mother showed up. You guessed it. It was the woman I had been watching. She was laughing and looking right into my eyes. We made nervous small talk and I gave her my business card and told her “If she ever wanted a playdate” to call me. That evening while my kids were back at their mom’s… She called. We talked for a long time. At first about music, and our city, her move from NYC after 9/11, then it got better. She brought up the subject of her recent divorce. We talked about the whole shared custody lifestyle, and how hard it was for everyone. Then she told me her son was with his father Tuesday nights, and asked me when we could go on that playdate. I laughed, she laughed, Tuesday was good for both of us.

I met her at a nice, but somewhat dark restaurant Tuesday evening. She was wearing a suit with a white silk blouse buttoned all the way up as if she should be wearing a tie. Looked completely different than she did on the weekend. Not laid back, not a thing out of place. I was also wearing a suit. We talked about our jobs, the stress, the ex spouses, who both sucked in completely different ways. She unbuttoned the top button of that blouse. Then she laid it all out for me. She first admitted that she had been watching me, before I was watching her. Had even taken pictures of me with her digital camera! She told me that her shrink had been telling her that she needs to “have a fling.” It has been long enough. Since the divorce she had thrown herself into running as a replacement for sex. It was not working. She unbuttoned another button, and I could see the lacy top of her bra on her small, but elegant breasts. She threw down her third cosmopolitan like it was a shot and told e that she lived just 2 blocks away. I quickly paid the check.

Walking to her apartment on a quiet side street, I grabbed her arm and spun her towards me. I put my hand on the small of her back and planted a deep kiss on her. She laughed and said “Hold on cowboy, my neighbors all know me.” We quickly scurried into her apartment. It was small but obviously expensive. She told me that the only way to avoid her son’s aura was to go straight to the bedroom. She mixed herself a drink, gave me a sparkling water, and said follow me.

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Once in the bedroom, she took off her jacket and asked me “You can be a bit rough? You like that, don’t you? To use a woman like a toy?” She was smart, and obviously had a good read on me. She started to take off her blouse. Underneath was a lovely, very expensive looking bra. I started to remove my jacket, and she stopped me. “Stay dressed.” She dropped her pants. The panties matched the bra and were fantastic. Her running was paying off! She did not look like she had ever had a kid. I told her to turn around for me. She laughed and slowly turned. Her ass was perfect. I reached out and grabbed at it. She leaned back into me and turned her head up to kiss. I grabbed her neck with one hand and started trying to stick my tongue down her throat. She turned, pushed me away and said “Ravage me, but don’t leave any marks!”

Then she laughed. I loved how she laughed. She laughed a lot. I reached out to touch her breasts. I love small breasts. Especially in black lace lingerie. She looked me right in the eye, as I pawed at hers. I reached around and undid her bra. It was quickly on the floor. I grabbed her hair and spun her around so her back was facing me. I kissed her and put one hand on each breast, squeezing, playing, rubbing my rough fingers over her nipples. She was loving this. This went on for a few minutes. Just playing with her chest and controlling her motion. I tilted her head back and slid some of my fingers into her mouth. She sucked on them hungrily. I slid that hand down her chest to the top of those black lace panties. Putting my hand under her panties I learned that she had a very small amount of pubic hair, and that she was very turned on. I pushed her down on the bed. Her face was red. I grabbed each side of her panties to pull them off. She lifted her ass to accommodate this action. (In every sexual escapade I have ever had where this happens, it has been a huge turn on for me, that moment of desire. That moment of consent.) At this time it should be noted that she was completely naked, and I was still completely clothed, still wearing a tie, and my shoes.

I climbed onto the bed and positioned myself to her side. In this position I could play with her pretty tits with my right hand, and went to her delectable snatch with my left. She was looking right at me, thrilled by all of this. I started with one finger inside her, but soon was up to three, and sliding them in and out quickly. She was grabbing my hand and telling me to go harder, go rougher. She arched her back and came against my hand. Pushing herself into it. I laughed. She laughed. I held my hand against her to give her a moment to recover. Then she told me “We are not going to fuck tonight, so you should tell me when our next play date is!”

I laughed and told her this weekend was clear of kids. She laughed, said “mine too,” and reached for my cock. My cock was hard as a rock and pitching a tent in my Brooks Brothers suit. She grabbed it and started going at my belt with her other hand. After she had opened my pants she pulled it out and started looking at it as she slowly jerked it. She liked what she saw and started to lick the head. Soon, she opened wide and put it deep in her mouth. She came up for air and said “fuck my mouth.”

I complied. Grabbing the back of her head and pushing myself down her throat. She was liking this. She seemed to be gagging a bit, so I lightened up. She reached back and grabbed my ass to pull me back in harder. I grabbed her hips and twisted around a bit. She released my and sat up, I grabbed her again and said “like this.” I pulled her down on top of me with her head over my cock, and her very pretty, freshly waxed snatch above my face. I sunk into her with an enormous kiss. Sticking my tongue in deep and savoring her taste. She was exquisite. She was also pounding her head down on my cock. Sucking, swallowing it. Squeezing my balls and playing with all of it. I started to finger her a bit whilst I licked her clit. I could tell she was getting close. I am sure she could tell I was getting close. I dared to touch the outside of her ass with my wet finger. She pushed herself into my face and had an orgasm while pushing my cock into her throat even further. After a few seconds of this, with her making some really delightful sounds I came down her throat. She gagged heavily and almost threw up. She finished me off with her hand. I collapsed, still fully dressed, except for my disheveled, and now stained pants. After a few minutes she said; “Get up, your not sleeping here. We will talk later in the week, but he is getting dropped off at seven to go to school.” I left and drove home. There is a lot more with her. We dated for a year and a half. I will write more if it is desired.

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