[MF] Hooking up with the married MILF from the convention

The first day of yet another convention was wrapping up and mercifully happy hour was upon us. Like moths to a flame, vendors and attendees alike formed lines at the various bars located around the show floor to get their free drinks. I found myself in line behind a rather beautiful blonde woman who was probably a decade or so my senior. She was wearing a black blouse that showed just enough cleavage to grab your attention if her tight gray pants hadn’t done so already.

We started making small talk as the line slowly inched forward, commiserating over the long hours of the show and the 2 days of pain we had yet to endure. She was fun and beautiful but I had no illusions of anything other than a polite conversation based on the massive rock adorning her ring finger. As we finally approached the bar she ordered a bourbon on the rocks, to which I quickly interjected to make it two. “Oh is that so?” She replied to me with a grin, “I thought all you Millennials just drank vodka red bulls and craft beers?”

“Maybe some of us,” I replied laughing, “But give me a nice bourbon on the rocks and I’m a happy man.”

“Well at least there’s hope for some of you,” she said with a grin, “I’m Melissa by the way. Why don’t we go find a spot to enjoy these together and you can tell me what else I have wrong about your generation.”

We spent the next hour chatting and lightly flirting as I tried desperately to not stare at her cleavage too obviously. She was witty, funning, lighting quick with her retorts, and extremely playful. I was enraptured but still figured this was nothing more than passing the time before we went our separate ways for the evening. She was in fact married and had 2 kids back at home though you’d never know it from her athletic frame. So I was even more shocked when she asked if I had plans for dinner that evening.

“I uhh, I don’t have any plans, what did you have in mind?”

“Well there’s this great little hole in the wall bar with fantastic burgers and bourbons I like to stop at when I’m in town. Want to join me?”

“That sounds great! When do you want to head over there?”

“Let’s go now, I could use another drink!”

That devilish grin flashed across her lips again and before I knew it I was following her into an Uber. The bar was just a short 5 minute ride from the convention center and was just as she described. Dark and full of character, it was definitely my kind of place. We were seated in a booth towards the back of the establishment and there weren’t many other patrons near us.

Our server came and Melissa wasted no time in ordering us a doubles. This was a woman after my own heart. As we sipped our next round I decided to cut to the chase.

“So does your Husband mind you grabbing dinner and drinks with other guys when you travel or is that not something I should be concerning myself with?”

“I was wondering when you’d ask that,” she said chuckling as she took another pull from her rocks glass.

She leaned forward, her tits pushing together even more now as she tested my eye discipline.

“Let’s just say we have an arrangement where I’m allowed to pursue satisfaction when I travel that I may not be able to get at home any longer.” The way the word satisfaction rolled off her tongue sent chills down my spine. Her sultry eyes were locked on mine as she read my reaction.

“Well then,” I gulped, taking a sip to buy myself a little more time. “Tell me more about the satisfaction you’re after, I think I might be able to help fulfill your needs.”

Finally it was her turn to blush a bit as the sexual tension truly began to ramp up. “I was hoping that might be the case,” she said with yet another wry smile. “I’m sure a strapping young man like you can be put to very good use….”

We spent another 2 hours at the bar, drinking, eating, and teasing each other relentlessly as we talked about our most sultry desires in hushed tones. Underneath that black blouse was a kinky, dominant lover on the prowl for a younger, virile partner willing to serve her. We were both in luck. Soon we were in an Uber back to the hotel, making out furiously. Her lips were impossibly soft and our tongues found each other equally wanting.

We got back to the hotel and went straight up to her room. As soon as we got the door closed we were on each other again, our hands exploring each other’s bodies as we helped one another disrobe. She was in even better shape than I thought, tight abs resting below perky beautiful tits, I couldn’t believe my luck. I kissed her neck then down her chest, taking my time to suckle on each of her beautiful tits. Her moans of pleasure and only encouraged me more as I manhandled her tight body.

I could have sucked on her chest all night but I had to taste her and I started kissing my way down her gorgeous abdomen. My lips found her clit and I gave it soft, wet kisses before I made my tongue flat and began to lick her agonizingly slowly. “Mmmm fuck yes good boy,” she half yelled half moaned and I felt my cock throb at her approval.

I continued slowly licking her as my hands massaged her breasts, taking my cues from her moans and allowing her to grind against my face to her maximum pleasure. She tasted incredible and I could not get enough. Neither could she as she grabbed my scalp and began to fuck my face. I moaned into her pussy with pleasure, I could die happy like that and was determined to let her use me until she was having an earth shattering orgasm.

I didn’t have to wait much longer as her grip tightened while her hip thrusts quickened before she let out a loud moan and announced she was going to cum for me. I sped up my tongue and ate her through her orgasm, feeling my own cock twitch as she came hard for me.

“Mmmmm FUCK it has been so long since a man made me feel like this,” her thrusts got more powerful and I let her resume fucking the shit out of my face.
I lost track of time between her thighs and certainly don’t remember how many times she came but by the time she finally was ready for me to come up for air, all I could taste on my tongue and on my beard was her. She had drenched my face and I was quite literally pussy drunk. It was intoxicating. I laid next to her on the bed for a moment as we both caught our breath, chests heaving, hearts racing.
“I have to give you credit, you might be the best pussy eater I’ve ever come across. What a dirty little boy you are.”

“What can I say, you’re gorgeous and I could please you all night.” I replied ready to jump back down and go for yet another round.

“Why don’t you let me do some pleasing now, I think you’ve earned it.” She said with a grin as she started to put her hair up in a ponytail. Her well manicured red nails began to trace my chest, running their way down to my thick, throbbing cock.

“I can see you enjoyed that almost as much as I did,” Melissa cooed as she ran one finger up and down the length of my cock. I gasped at her touch, impossibly turned on and anxious with anticipation of what she might do next….
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