Years ago I had a fling with a coworker who I’ll call Amanda. Her relationship with her fiancé wasn’t great and we bonded over drinks on a work trip. She was petite, about 5’4″, with intoxicating, mischievous eyes, long dark hair, wonderfully perky C cup breasts, and a cute round ass that would move with a life of its own when she wore tight jeans or ass-hugging dresses. She also loved attention and had a reputation for being a flirt.
As we shared drinks that first night out just the two of us, the conversation got increasingly charged. We laughed as we named different coworkers and guessed what they were like in bed. That led to her repeatedly mentioning how long it has been since her fiancé had gone down on her and how hard she cums from getting eaten out. While we talked, I could feel my cock straining against my pants. She touched my arm several times and it took all of my energy not to give in to the raging lust and take her there at the bar.