It was a Friday afternoon. I was having a rough day. Therefore, I hit the local coffee/bakery place and looked at the available donuts there were not many options.
I ordered coffee and some donuts. While I was placing my order, I saw this beautiful woman walk in. She looked pretty and she looked like she was not having a good day as well. Therefore, I thought I would make her feel better and I paid forward for her order. This was the first time I had done that and I was scared.
After she placed her order, she was told it was already paid for. The barista pointed at me.
“That guy paid for it.” She said.
She walked up to me and asked me why I did that. I told her why and she smiled and said thank you and mentioned it had been a helluva day and week for her. I asked her why her day was bad she just said it was not going well and that is all she all she wanted to disclose as she did not want to share her problem with a stranger.
Since she was a beautiful woman, I wrote down my number on a paper napkin, gave it to her, and asked her to text me if she wanted someone to talk to. I got my coffee and I left. I felt good about my actions since she smiled when I handed my number to her.
I was hoping that she would text me but she did not text me on that day or on the next few days. I did not get disappointed because I did not really think that she would since I was just some rando stranger.
Author: workyworky79
My Mature Sexy Lover [MF] and how it started
** This happened a few years back but as the Covid would do, I have worked on a few recollections from times in the past. D was a great woman that was a phenomenal lover and this is how it started. **
You know those late nights, when you have to stay after hours at the office to finish a critical project. Long after everyone else has gone home to his or her families, but there is no end in sight for yourself? I had been living like that for a couple of weeks, and I was ready to blow it all off and head to the nearest bar for a beer or three. Instead, I got up from my desk and headed down the hall to the break room, hoping that that a cold cola would get me back on track.
As I approached the break room, I heard music coming from one of the offices at the far end of the hall. An open door allowed light to leak into an otherwise dark hallway, and beckoned me closer. I realized quickly that the light and music came from Deanna’s office, and the realization perked me up.
[MF] Glad I went to that conference party
The music pumped loudly as I sat nursing my drink. Every time I come to these conferences there’s always one vendor that wants to throw the “hip” party at some trendy club… watching these middle-aged white guys gyrating like they’re having fits was hilarious, but getting boring. I was about to say my goodbyes when I saw her… did she come out of the back behind the bar? She must work here or something. Petite and curvaceous, jet-black hair with alabaster skin decorated with some magnificent ink, she is gorgeous. Did she just look at me? She did, and smiled. Smile back stupid! Man, this girl is hot. She definitely works here; she is giving instructions to one of the bartenders. She looked again! God she is sexy, wearing a tight vest and jeans, strappy heels showing off pretty toes, every eye in the room is on her.
Looking forward to more conferences [MF]
It was my first ever conference, and I was excited. I was getting paid to travel into the city, listen to some guy talk for a few hours and go home. Lunch was on the company, as was my mileage. I was living the high life.
I grabbed a name tag and found a seat in the middle of the room, examining the surrounding crowd. Most were significantly older than me. The men looked like they’d belong at a Star Trek convention, many with unkempt long hair. The women were not much better, with most doing their best to schmooze with the conference’s host.
Not terribly interested in talking with anyone, I sat down and opened the book I had brought. People continued to trickle in, and I would regularly look up to see if it was anyone worth noting.
Soon enough, an intriguing woman walked in. If nothing else, she was intriguing because she was clearly younger than me, and I was fresh out of college. She had red hair, clearly not natural, but it matched her pale, ivory complexion well. Her eyes were perfectly accented with a touch of shadow, but it was her body that caught my attention.
It started with a drink [MF]
She was sitting on the other side of the quiet hotel bar when I walked in. I ordered a scotch and sat idly watching the ice cubes while some talking heads ranted on the overhead screen.
Brunette hair to her shoulders, pretty face, a business-like jacket with a white blouse underneath. Finished her meetings for the day and just relaxing before the flight home tomorrow, most likely. Like me. She caught my eye briefly and half-smiled, then looked down at her drink.
What the hell, I thought. Fortune favors the brave.
“Can I get you another one of those?”
She looked up. “Sure.” I ordered and paid the barman.
“Thanks. I’m Jane.” She took a sip and half-turned towards me. I took the stool next to her.
“I’m Karl. Pleased to meet you, Jane.”
We chatted for a while. Yes, she was here on business. Leaving the next day on a flight in the afternoon. The conversation came naturally and ended up moving closer to hear each others words. We were leaning in towards each other; our knees bumped and then rested against each other. I made to order another round.
[MF] How I got the job
So there I was, nervously waiting in the parking lot for my job interview at UPS. I was applying for jobs all summer that year. Application after application, and not one single response. It sucked big time. Lucky for me I found an ad that UPS had posted online wanting warehouse package handlers, at $15 an hour. Wasn’t bad for an entry level position. It was a new facility too. 20 minutes from where I lived.
The last gig I had fell through, but I wasn’t able to receive unemployment funds after the fact. I did some freelance graphic designing to scrape up some extra cash, but it wasn’t enough to cover the bills, my car note and other things. Yeah, I was going through it.
I exhaled, got out of my car and walked to the security station, met by an older black guy holding a wand. Another guard was leaning on the counter, filling out a log sheet. “Arms up, please…” he said, turning the wand on as I stepped forward, “Interview?”
“Yup,” I nodded as the man scanned down my chest and legs, “It’s supposed to be for a package handler position.”
[MF] An Event, Alcohol, Texting, and Fun Married Woman
A few months ago I met a friend of an acquaintance at an event. There was alcohol involved with an open bar, so inhibitions were lowered enough to get her alone, flirting, and her number. She was invited by her friend who I am only acquainted with and don’t really know well. She is married as well, so it allowed her to let her guard down with the alcohol and flirting. The event was large enough to where we were not worried about crossing paths with our mutual friend. It didn’t go farther than flirting and “innocent” brushing against each other, but the chemistry was there.
Over the months, since we met, the texting would come and go in spurts. The content of our texting was flirtatious and dirty, so a lot of it needed to be hidden from her husband and not while kids were around. The conversation would turn very dirty and sexual when she was traveling for work. I got her brave enough to send nudes and call me to talk dirty when she was alone in a hotel.
Recently she texted me on a Friday asking if I had dinner plans. I didn’t so I agreed to meet up. I asked about the hubby and kids and she said that he just left to go out of town on a weekend guy’s trip. She planned for the kids to stay at her parents’ place for the weekend. Dinner was amazing, without any awkward moments. She warmed up quickly and flirting kicked off right away and the chemistry we had over text and calls was the same in person.
She invited me over to her place after dinner and we made out on the couch for over an hour. She straddled me and ground her crotch into me. I took her skin-tight jeans off of her and left her thong on, pushed to the side, while I knelt between her legs to taste her pussy. I took my time with her and my tongue felt numb by the time I got her to almost climax and edge, as I didn’t let her cum. I pulled away and pressed the head of my cock into her wet pussy, which despite my size, she took well and eventually bottomed out close to my hilt. In the moment, she willingly initiated dirty talk and told me about the other guys she has fucked since getting married. I carried her up to her bedroom and fucked her, even feeling her squirt on me once, getting the bed wet.
We ended late and on my way out she said she asked if I wanted to meet up on Saturday night as well. I told her that I was game if she could take more and she said that she wanted more, regardless of what she can take. We made plans to meet up for lunch and I told her I would take her lingerie shopping. We met up for lunch, which went well, and we went to an adult store to find some lingerie to wear. We ended up with a teddy, some stockings, and a dress to go over it all. I told her I wanted her to role play being a stripper for me and she loved the idea.
We got back to my place and she got dressed. She came out and danced for me. We shared some drinks and she straddled me to grind on me again. This time I could feel her wetness emerging through her crotchless teddy. When I tried to put my hands on her tits or pussy, she would push me away saying that it wasn’t allowed. I touched her sides and massaged her shoulders. I wanted to feel her in any way I could, as I was being driven wild and insane with her scent from her neck and hair in my face as she ground on me backwards. She left her ring on and I asked about it. She said that she was married, but was given the green light to strip because of all the money it brought in. The rule was that regardless of what the house allows, hands are not allowed on her tits or pussy. Whenever I tried to touch, she would gently push me away.
This went on until she took her dress off to reveal the teddy. I grabbed her hair and kissed her roughly. She allowed it and then pushed me away saying that it wasn’t within the rules. I asked what the rule was on kissing and she said that she wasn’t allowed to kiss anyone. I put my hand on her mouth, pulled her hair with my other hand to pull her head back, and kissed her neck, shoulders, and eventually down her to tits. I let go of her mouth and she said that I shouldn’t, but I said that the rule didn’t say that *I* could not kiss her, just that she could not kiss me. She thought about it for a second and agreed, letting me continue. I pulled out some nipple clamps and told her to put them on, which she did. I noticed that all the rules she had with her husband were that she couldn’t do things, but outside of my hands, I was allowed to do what I wanted. I didn’t touch her pussy with my hands, but my mouth and tongue did…greedily. She didn’t protest.
I pulled off my pants and she asked what I was doing. I said nothing, but that I wanted to touch her without my hands some more. She said that we could get busted if someone saw us. I said that we already had an audience of people in another private booth watching us. She said we should stop because she didn’t want to get in trouble or have her husband find out that she was bending the rules. I put my hand over her mouth again and made her put part of her dress in her mouth as I tied her hands together behind her back. I told her that our audience was watching and the guys were stroking their cocks looking at her and what I was doing to her. I put her on her back, dress partially in her mouth and she pretended to struggle as I spread her legs, holding her hands over head with one hand and holding her torso down by her neck. The tip of my cock found her cunt and I pressed inwards with thrusts until she took most of me again. She pretended to struggle some more, but eventually gave in. I told her to look at the audience and she played the role.
I asked if she recognized anyone and said her husband was one of those watching. That he set me up to see if she would break the rules. That he stroked his cock while watching his wife turn into nothing more than my slut in the dark moment. She came twice and the sex was amazing. After the first time she came I untied her and she took control instead, which I’m not entirely used to. I had a condom on, but she role played that she was talking dirty to her husband that I was bare inside her and she was going to make me cum in her. We pretended that her husband protested, but she was determined. That she was fertile and she wanted him to watch a stranger get her pregnant. I definitely came and filled the condom to the point I was surprised that it didn’t break. Her second orgasm came while my cum-filled condom was still inside her.
We took a break and she spent the night at my place, fucking again in the morning until she had to go home. She was a fucking mess by the time she left and her pussy was sore. I took it easy on her in the morning.
She has since been more aggressively sexting me, but I’ve had to tone it down in how quickly I get back to her because I don’t want her to take any stupid risks.
We fucked again since and it was great. No in-depth role play, but she wants to do more the next time her husband is out of town…and no, he DOES NOT know that his wife is my role play fun gal.
A Shopping Encounter [MF]
She had seen him when she arrived at Woodbury commons. Just as she parked her car, he had pulled in to the parking lot on a black motorcycle. The bike had two headlights which made it look strange, bug eyed, not entirely unlike a praying mantis. It was an angry sounding thing, not loud but like a caged tiger, growling, ready to pounce at anything or anybody that got too close.
She thought that was an odd mode of transportation for a shopping trip, not knowing that he lived nearby and had only come over to pick up a few small items he needed which would easily fit in his knapsack.
When he removed his helmet, it was his eyes she had noticed first. He was short haired, clean shaven with a handsome face, nice torso in a form fitting black leather jacket with a Vanson logo on the shoulders. His jeans fit nicely and he was wearing biker boots but of all that she noticed, it was his eyes that had captivated her. They were dark brown and intense.
Selling Real Estate [MF]
I had just moved to a small town a couple of years after graduating from college for work. For a small town though, it had a phenomenal number of real estates trying to sell or rent out properties. The reason for this, was the town had a seasonal population due to a university campus located there. There were advantages and disadvantages with having so many real estates in a town of 60,000 people. The advantages were the abundance of homes for rent and the low rentals. The disadvantages were that by shopping around was that it inevitably took longer to find a perfect place. After checking out about 5 agencies, I saw this apartment that looked ideal. I rang the agent for an inspection, but their policy was for supervised visits only.
Happy to be sitting in Coach
“Shit, I hate sitting in coach with all these people! I can’t believe all the miles I have flown and my Elite Status won’t even get me a first class upgrade.”
I looked up from my seat 12d on the American Airlines plane, Flight 1164, New York LaGuardia to Reagan Airport, Washington, DC. What a vision. Auburn hair, shoulder length, light brown eyes, skin alabaster as shiny new pearls. High cheekbones. Freckles. Early 30s, 5’6’’, around 120 lbs, light gray business suit, dark red ruffled top. Size 4, 36c. Trim and athletic. Could I or could I not see the hint of a black bra? A skirt down to just above the knees. I tried very hard not to stare a hole thru her. I was not sure I was succeeding.
“I hate sitting with the coach people, too”, I deadpanned. “I wish they would all just take Greyhound where they belong.”
Her eyes got small for a second, herface scrunched up a bit. Then she burst out laughing. “I guess I did sound like a pretentious you know what! It is just that this has been an endless day. At least you made me laugh at myself.”
I got up from my aisle seat and she climbed in to the window seat. I got a wonderful view of that tight behind and my mind started to wander…
“Laney” she said and put her hand out.
“Cam.” We shook hands
“Nice to meet you, Cam.”
“Nice to meet you too, Laney.”
“Was the day really that bad?”
“Those damn venture guys don’t understand my company’s business model.”
“What is your business?”
“Renting toys.” She paused, then continued. “You know, kids get bored with their own toys so quickly. So we will swap them out as often as you like. It is a $29.99 monthly subscription.” If kids get really attached to a particular toy, the parents can buy it from us.“
“Sounds like a great idea. Do you have a lot of customers?”
“About 7,500. We grew 180% last year.”
“Wow. Who is your market?”
“Young, upscale, hip parents who don’t want to be caught dead in a Toys R Us, with all of the crying, whining, sitting on the floor of the store screaming “Daddy I want this”, “Mommy I want that”. So to skip that stuff they’ll shop with us. Junior can even help out and pick out the next set of age appropriate toys online if Mom wants. No muss, no fuss for Mom and Dad.“
“How do you get your customers?”
“Internet advertising and word of mouth, mainly”
“So why today’s frown? ”
“We need funding to grow. I met with a junior venture capitalist here in New York. We call them VCs, and this 25 year-old know-it-all seemed reluctant to keep funding. The limited vision he had was for us to be bought out by a Wal-Mart or Kmart, but their customers are not ourcustomers. I tell you, for all their Harvard educations, some of these VCs are pretty stupid at times. So for now, money is tight.”
“What do you do for your company?”
‘I am the CFO.“
“Wow, Laney”, I said. “You must be proud of your accomplishments, especially so young.”
“You know, Cam, I don’t feel that young. I am so busy and so tired I don’t have time to sleep, much less think about that kind of stuff. She looked up at me – “Maybe when I am a little older…”
“Like me.”
“I didn’t say that. You look pretty young. What are you, 42?”
“Thanks for the compliment. I am a young at heart 50;”
“You look great for 50, Cam. You look like you take care of yourself pretty well. She smiled and joked, “You even have your hair!”
Did she really say I looked great? I seemed to miss the rest of what she said. My mind started to wander once again, and then my brain gotback in gear.
“Well, Laney, you look terrific yourself. What are you, 25?”
“Very gentlemanly of you, Cam, but no. I am 33.’
We continued on awhile, and time actually flew, even, I might add, in coach! Laney talked mostly about her company, how she came from a single parent family, worked and paid her own way through college, started out her career as a cog in a very large company, worked her way up, and how she got the job she had today. It was a great, all-American story, and I loved listening to it as much as I loved watching her tell it.
As we started our descent, Laney asked “Wow, I have been talking so much. I don’t even know what you do or why you are flying to Washington.”
“I have a convention to go to for my continuing education for my CPA”. It frankly wasn’t all that interesting. So, I changed the subject and asked “Laney, how long are you in DC?”
“Just one night. I have ameeting tomorrow.”
“Where are you staying?”
“Embassy Suites, Georgetown”
“Wow, our hotels are close. I am staying at the Westin Georgetown for my convention. Laney, I am going to go to my hotel, workout, shower, and then get something to eat. I’d love it if you could join me. I paused. “Uhh, for dinner, that is.”
Laney blushed a bit and said “Thanks for the offer, Cam, but I have a lot of work to do – check emails, review for that meeting tomorrow…”
“You have to eat, don’t you?”
“Yes, but I was going to order…”
I cut her off . “Laney, I hate eating alone. I usually bring back food from the hotel restaurant, eat in my room and watch some stupid baseball or basketball game I don’t even care about.” I practically pleaded, “If you’ll have dinner with me, you’ll be doing a favor to an elderly gentleman.”
Laney thought for a second and snickered. “You’re not thatold.” She gave a small sigh. “OK, I have at least 2 hours of work, need to shower, freshen up (I liked the sound of that.) How about dinner at 7:30?”
“Sounds good.”
“Where?”
“Any dietary restrictions?” I didn’t want to suggest a steak place if she was a vegetarian.
“No.”
“Good. Do you like steak?
“Sure”
“I’ll pick out a place, then, and pick you up. I’ll meet you in the lobby of your hotel at 7:15.”
I checked into my hotel, went to the convention welcoming booth to pick up my packet of sessions and events, then went to the hotel gym and hit the elliptical, hard, for 45.minutes. I was in good shape, but still had an extra pound or two to lose, and I wanted to lose it immediately, even though that was impossible. I went back to my room and showered and shaved, put on the best outfit I had with me, and walked over to Laney’s hotel. I wore a blue sport coat and light gray button down shirt, with darker gray pants. I also had on a striped, mainly red, tie. I was at Laney’s hotel 10 minutes early. I kept nervously scanning the lobby, and then I saw a stunning sight – Laney walking right towards me, in a little black dress – sleeveless, which showed off those pearly white well-toned shoulders and arms, with her neck and top of her torso showing. The additional skin I was now able to see had plenty of freckles – I quickly thought of that freckled Brazilian supermodel, Cintia Dicker. Laney’s dress was about knee length. She had on sheer black hose that were transparent enough to keep a man’s imagination wandering. 3 inch heels. I let her walk ahead and noticed the backline went about one-third of the way down. Most importantly, she was fully dressed, as they say, because she had on the most important thing – a bright smile. This could be good…
I said, “Laney, you are a delight to behold in that dress.”
“Thank you Cam. You look handsome yourself.”
“I like your smile, too. Good news?”
“Yes, yes. I spoke to the head VC and he overruled his dumb-ass underling. The head VC approved another 6 months of funding. That is a huge relief.”
We walked towards the steakhouse, got a table, and, since we would be ordering steaks, asked for a wine recommendation. The waiter recommended a 2010 Ribbon Springs Pinot Noir. Laney sipped first, then I sipped. The wine had a wonderful bouquet and a slightly fruity taste.
After some wine and a little bread, Laney loosened up some more. “Cam, tell me about you”
“Well, I am just a boring old controller at a bank in the New York City suburbs. And there is a conference here in Washington that I have to go to for CPA credit. 2.5 kids, 0.5 dogs, white picket fence. You are a big success, flying around, creating a business, making parents of all of those kids happy. Iam balancing debits and credits. Just an average man in an average life.”
“Family?”
“Married, one son who is 23 and just graduated, but can’t find a job and still lives at home, and a daughter who is 19 and just starting college.” You?
“No – no time for family, Cam.”
“Well, at least your life isn’t boring.”
“No one’s life is all boring, Cam. Tell me something interesting.”
I thought for a second, looked into her eyes and told her something I rarely disclose to anyone I haven’t known for at least 10 years. “I am a cancer survivor.”
Laney ’ face fell flat. “I am so sorry. What kind?”
“Testicular, left testicle, about 15 years ago.”
Her eyes opened wide. “Cam, I’m so sorry. Did it hurt? ”
“Look, I am lucky, it could have been much worse. The surgery left a small scar but didn’t hurt much. The radiation starting one month later wasn’t any fun, but wasn’t awful. I lost about 20 pounds, threw up some, lost muscle, needed new belts to keep my pants up. Then after a few months the effects of radiation stopped. I paused for a moment, then do what I do best to loosen the tension I just created – tell a joke. “The unfortunate thing is that this ended my lifelong dream of being a male model!”
Laney smiled at the joke. “Uhh, can you…”
I chuckled. “The good lord has seen fit to provide two of many of our parts, when we only need one to function. Actually, the remaining testicle got extra large. So I can function quite well, when called upon, thanks! It is just that I am so rarely called upon.”
“Why?”
“It’s an old story. You start with a passion for each other, then life intervenes, kids come along and soak up any sexual energy you might have. You start arguing over little things. Sex goes by the wayside. And my wife is somewhat of a puritan in thatdepartment, anyway. I still love her dearly, but more and more I crave that excitement you get of entering the unknown, with your heart racing. I have not had that in a long, long time.”
“I understand. People say to me: Laney, you are beautiful and successful. How come no one has caught you yet? And I tell them I am so busy I just don’t have the time. I have an occasional date, but I think that either my success scares off men or that they just think they’ll never get to spend any time with me given my schedule. And to be frank, at the end of a 12 hour day I just want to eat some take out salad and go to bed. Doesn’t leave much time for romance.”
“Well”, I said, “Our sad stories are in the past. Let’s focus on the here and now. You’ve got your funding. And my cancer has been gone for 15 years. Let’s celebrate!”
I was about to look for the waiter, but Laney took charge. “Garcon”, she yelled, “another glass of wine.”
We continued on, working our way through the Caesar salad. Laney reached for the boat of vinaigrette dressing. The wine had been making its way to my head, and I put my right hand over her left one for an instant, and let it linger slightly more than it should have had it been an accident. For a second Laney was startled. Had I gone too far? I was about to mumble an apology when the answer quickly came -Laney reached across the table and put her other hand on top of mine for at least five seconds. The answer further came when I felt Laney’s now shoeless foot touch my leg, and it moved up and down my calf. She then brought her foot down with a mischievous smile.
I ate my “cowboy” ribeye, and Laney ate her European cut filet, whatever that is. We split an order of “jumbo” asparagus. Laney made a bit of a show in eating the last piece or asparagus, putting it briefly in, then out, of her mouth. I blushed. Halfway through the main course,we each ordered one more glass of wine, though I barely touched the third glass, as I am not a big drinker. We skipped dessert. The check came and I reached for my wallet, but Laney quickly reached into her purse and pulled out her black American Express Card, and said “No, I am paying. Dinner with you has been a delight.” I tried to protest but was cut off. We left the restaurant, and since it was a beautiful, 55 degree spring evening, I asked Laney if she wanted to walk around the National Mall and see the monuments at nighttime. She said yes and I put her hand in mine as we walked in the crisp spring air. She looked cold, so I gave her my jacket. The monuments were gorgeous in the night sky. As we made our way back towards our hotels, Laney leaned her head into my shoulder. She asked if I wanted to come up to her room for some coffee. My heart was now pounding in my chest. My suave reply: “Uhh, sure.”
There was sexual tension as we had the elevator to ourselves, but somehow we kept our hands off each other during the ride. We got to her floor and walked towards her room. She put the card key in the room lock and entered. She took off my coat that she had been wearing outside and walked towards her 23rd floor window and looked at the view. I followed behind her and looked at a different view, but what I looked at was much prettier. I came up behind her and lightly brushed those sparkling bare shoulders, and I heard “mmmm”. I then massaged her shoulders while working my way towards the top of her bare back. I bent over to lightly kiss her shoulders. She leaned her butt back, and I leaned my torso forward. My stiffening erection brushed up against her. We stayed that way for awhile and both swayed a bit, and my arms continued to explore Laney’s sides.
Laney turned around, loosened my tie, and began unbuttoning my shirt. When she undid the last button, she pushed open the shirt, rubbed her hands on my chest and put her thumbs on my nipples, which surprised me. This caused my erection to harden further. Laney pulled the shirt off my shoulders and it fell to the ground. She looked at my chest and arms smiled and said “Wow Cam, nice muscles. Are you this big all over?” She lightly rubbed the skin on my chest and sides, which felt heavenly. I reached for the straps on her dress and watched it tumble down. Now I could completely see the black lace bra. But not for long. Fortunately, the clasp was in the front and provided easy access. I undid it and watched her breasts jiggle with life, freed from their temporary incarceration. Laney stepped away and towards the bed, and I just watched as she took off her shoes and hose. She was left with only silk black panties. She looked at me and I got the message to sit on the bed and take my shoes and socks off, too. When I stopped there, Laney looked at me quizzically. So I loosened my belt and pulled down my pants. My erection was a tent pole against my blue Calvin Klein underwear.
Laney moved towards the head of the bed and motioned me upwards. I kneed my way up the bed and lightly brushed her lips with mine. We then had a very long sensual, passionate kiss. As we kissed, Laney’s hands lightly went up and down my back and sides, causing me to involuntarily shake. After we both came up for air, Laney said “Cam, you are a great kisser”, then we resumed. When we came up for air again, I slowly moved to kiss her cheeks and neck, kissing lightly and then more forcefully the hollow of her neck. Laney let out a soft murmur.
I made my way to her chest, kissing down towards those luscious orbs. I first breathed just above her right nipple. I gradually made my way to the area between her breasts, without touching them. Then the tips of my index finger lightly made a circle on the outside of that breast. I them moved and began kissing the right breast, deliberately avoiding the nipple for now. I stopped for a second and looked at her. She opened her eyes with a look that said “continue, damn it”. So I then put the meat of my thumb on the right nipple, and moved it in a circular motion. I bent forward, blew above the nipple again, and then lightly tongued it. Next I sucked it entirely into my mouth, and moved the nipple to the side of my mouth. I swirled my tongue around its edge, then very lightly nibbled my teeth on it. I next moved over to her left breast.
After then giving her left breast the proper attention it deserved, I moved downwards. I skipped her pleasure palace for now. I lightly brushed her calves and the underside of her knees. I moved up to lightly touch both of her thighs and then kissed them for awhile. I next moved to the bottom of Laney’s torso. Laney’s panties were getting increasingly wet, and finally I pulled them down. Laney had a beautiful, trimmed auburn bush that matched her hair. A real redhead! I lightly stroked the area where her crotch met her thighs, then licked Laney’s pussy lips. Laney opened her legs wider. I licked my right index finger and moved it to her pussy lips. I then gradually penetrated her opening with that finger, and then l went down and licked my adjacent finger as well, then pushing two fingers increasingly into her. Laney moaned encouragement.
I moved my fingers in, then out, then in just a little bit deeper, then out, repeating the process until my fingers were in as far as they could go. I took my fingers out and moved in to kiss her pussy lips and lightly run my tongue over them. Laney slowly writhed, lost in the moment. I stuck my tongue into her opening and after a few moments found her sensitive nub I was looking for. I lightly licked her clit, and then lightly sucked it, moved away from it, then going back to sucking it. Laney’s moans grew louder. I repeated this for awhile, with different pacing and intensity, then stopping. I next very lightly put my teeth on her nub and the damn broke. She squirted out her love juices and was trying to muffle her screams. I licked up all she had to offer. I eased off for awhile, then went in and tried to find the g-spot. Laney had to guide me on this one – “Cam, a little further down”, but I found it, and took pleasure in brushing it and kissing it while Laney moaned. After a while, Laney came again. I licked up some more.
Laney then regained her sense of control. I moved up to her and kissed her, so that she could taste her own sweet nectar. After this, she said “OK, Cam, now you are mine!”
Laney pushed me off, and I turned over on my back while Laney straddled me. I still had on my Calvin Klein underwear. She rubbed and kissed my chest hair and made her way south. She rubbed her hand on the outside of my underwear, and my erection grew stiffer. She stopped for at least 30 seconds, until I looked at her pleadingly. She went back to what she was doing and pulled down my underwear. She smiled and said “I knew you’d be a big boy”. She then lightly toyed with my public hair, and moved her finger to barely brush my single, engorged, testicle. Laney smiled and said – “you were right, that ball is huge!” She moved down towards my thighs and kissed her way up. She next skillfully put her index fingers just to the outsides of my ball. My cock was of course rock hard at this point, but Laney was deliberately not touching it, though she blew over it. She went down and sucked on my giant single testicle. I moaned my approval. She then let it go, with a pop, and blew on my penis once again. I was aching for her touch it.
Laney made a circle with her fingers, put the circle over the base of my penis, and ever so lightly moved her fingers and hand up and down, up and down, barely grazing my penis but setting it on fire nonetheless. I twitched involuntarily. She then put her tongue at the base of my penis and licked slowly upwards. When she put her tongue in my frenelum, I let out a moan. Laney then moved her hand back to my giant testicle and gave it a light squeeze, and she looked at me for approval. Getting it, she gently squeezed my ball on and off, and then gradually took my length into her warm and inviting mouth. Laney stopped at some point and noticed my precum. She bent down to lick it off, blew on my member, and started again. She gradually took more and more of me into her mouth, then pulled off again and stayed off for what seemed like an eternity but was probably another 30 seconds or so. She saw my look, the confused look of someone wanting the impossible – to both cum and to be left in just-about-to-cum state at the same time.
She went down on me again, and, again as I got extremely close, she pulled off. I was almost leaking pre-cum at this point. Laney squeezed my penis and put her thumb over my opening to keep my cum in its holster.
I apparently gave a painful look again, because Laney smiled a mischievous smile – it was becoming increasingly clear to me that she liked the whole control thing. “OK baby, Laney will give you what you need.” She took me in her waiting mouth again and moved me up and down, faster. At the same time, she put one hand on my testicle and the other hand applied pressure on the area where my pubic hair is. I fought hard to hold back, but Laney’s full out onslaught was more than I could bear. I tried to moan “I’m cumming”, but it was too late. I violently spasmed and shot load after load after load into her mouth. She continued to suck, swallowed sum cum, I think, and let some of my cum dribble out of her mouth. Laney just held her position. My penis became flaccid but was enormously sensitive, and Laney continued to suck it, causing almost unbearable sensations. Finally Laney pulled off and moved up to kiss me, now my turn to taste my own juices.
“Yum yum. Stud, I am not done with you. Think you have another load left?”
“Lord, I hope so, Laney. I Might need a bit of recovery time, though.”
We lay side by side and started to laugh. We barely knew each other, but we were meshing on this gorgeous spring evening. It was hard to believe we had put only seven hours ago.
After a while Laney moved her hands downwards, and in no time I was hard again. She grabbed a condom that I had brought, put it on me, and rolled on top of me. Laney slammed my tool into her opening and proceeded to ride me like a mechanical bull. Since I had already cum earlier, I had almost infinite stamina now. Laney bounced up and down, up and down, her auburn hair touching my chest hair and her tits occasionally brushing my face. I tried to push my member as far into her as possible as I put my hands on her well toned ass. As we were riding and bucking together, I bent up to suck her bouncing nipples, one at a time. We continued on and on in a rhythmic motion. I saw Laney squeeze her face tight, and then she finally got her release, and she out a not-so-muffled scream. As she regained her composure, she asked if I had cum, and I told her no. She looked a bit disappointed, and I asked her to lightly brush my testicle. She did that, got off me, turned me to my side, and lightly rubbed the opening to my butt. She gradually moved her fingers into my opening, and I squirmed. Laney then grabbed me and pulled me on top of her, and I entered her once again. We began another rhythmic rocking. I thought I was far away from cumming, but surprisingly, in an instant my damn burst, and I let out an “ugggggh”.
Laney got off and we giggled again. We held each other, both of usenjoying the afterglow. We drifted off to sleep. Next thing I knew, the sun burst into my eyes and I saw Laney fully dressed in her crisp business suit. “Cam, she said, I have got to get to my meeting. You can just leave when you are ready. She smiled – “I guess you didn’t get much value out of your hotel room last night, huh?” She walked over to me while I was still in the bed, bent down to give me a kiss and handed me her still wet, fragrant panties. “These are for you, stud”.
Laney headed towards the hotel room door, stopped, reached into her purse and put something on the table near the door. I wondered – did she just put her business card on the nightstand? To be continued hopefully one day.