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Posted:Jan 23, 2009 10:11 am
Last Updated:Nov 23, 2011 6:02 pm
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I was young and naïve. Even though we had been married for seven years and now had two , I had spent much of that time working like a crazy man to finish school and get a career established. We were now getting ready to move into our first house. Graduation from night school was in sight. Life was good, or so I thought. My 30th birthday was fast approaching and Susan said she was just planning a small party with our best friends, which was fine with me. Steve and Jill were the same age as us and fun to be around. Jill and Susan worked together and had become best friends.

Susan asked, “Do you mind if I invite another couple? Someone I work with and her husband. I think you will like her…I mean them.”

“Sure, why not?” I replied, wondering what these three women who work together had cooked up.

“And, let’s do your birthday on Saturday,” she suggested.

When Saturday came, I was surprised to find that Susan had taken the to stay with their friends for an overnight. The apartment was, for once, orderly and quiet with the gone. Soon our guests arrived, first Jill and Steve, then Joyce and Jim.

Jim was a well built, but looked a little nerdy with thick glasses. He was probably another engineer, just like Steve and I. Joyce was an angel. Blonde, blue eyed and with the body of a beauty contestant. We shared small talk over drinks and soon realized that we were running out of ice. I volunteered to go get some, but since Joyce and Jim were last to arrive, their car was last in the driveway and the most convenient.

“I’ll drive,” said Joyce.

Soon we were in the car together, she driving and me giving directions and checking out her profile, which was amazing. If a statue of a goddess had come to life, it would have been Joyce. She had a perfect face, smooth porcelain skin and pouty red lips. Her breasts were firm and full and pushing out from under her sweater. It was a little chilly this time of year, but she dressed sexy with a short skirt anyway, which showed off her great legs and cute little ass. We talked a little about her work and other safe subjects. Suddenly she turned to me and said “So, am I your birthday present?”

I did not know what to say. I am sure I sputtered something like “Uh…maybe…I hope so…that would be nice”. OK, I’m an idiot.

We arrived at the store just in time to rescue my rapidly declining image as a smooth operator. I popped out of the car and bought the ice, thankful for an opportunity to clear my head and get my bearings. Joyce stayed in the car, motor running. Hers and mine. I returned with the ice but instead of driving back onto the street, she pulled behind the store. The loading zone was dark and deserted. She pulled the car into a loading bay, where it could not be seen from the street. That’s when she said, “so, are you going to kiss me or what?”

She did not need to ask twice. I leaned over and put one hand behind her head, while the other found one of those perky pear shaped breasts. At the same moment our lips met. It may have been the best kiss I ever experienced before or after. Tender but firm, mouth a little open, darting tongue playing with mine just running lightly across my lips. She smelled as good as she looked, like a bowl of jasmine and rose petals. I breathed her in deeply and massaged her firm breasts from outside her soft sweater. She leaned forward and I slipped my arm behind her back and undid her bra, while my other hand caressed her flat stomach and slowly headed north. It was not long until I had my hand on one of those perfect breasts. It was just big enough to fill my whole hand. I could feel her nipple growing harder against my palm as I gently squeezed that ripe fruit. Her kiss grew more urgent and I could hear her breathing deeper as she pressed closer. I slid my hand back down to her stomach, then farther down across her skirt. She leaned into me and my hand did not need to move very much until I could feel the round of her tight little ass. I squeezed her ass with one hand and caressed her neck with the other. Her breathing grew deeper and faster as my hand glided down the back of her silky smooth legs. I stopped at the back of the knee, then made my way up the front of her thigh. She sat back a little, just enough for her legs to open. I could feel the wetness and warmth of her pussy as I gently rubbed it through her panties. All the while that wonderful kiss continued.

Joyce offered no resistance as I slipped my hand under her panties and inserted my finger into her wet pussy. She moaned and her tongue penetrated my mouth deeper, darting in and out much faster. I shifted my hand to penetrate her wet pussy as deep as possible, then curved my finger into her G spot. She came with a jolt and a spasm, bucking wildly against my hand, breathing heavily, her tongue darting in and out in time with her hips. It lasted for more than minute, then slowly subsided. I was so caught up in her orgasm that I barely noticed her hand on my crotch. I wanted nothing more at that moment than to feel her hand stroking my cock, guiding it into her dripping wet pussy, but instead she broke the kiss and said “They may be wondering what happened to us. We better get back.” And so we did, returning to the party with a melting bag of ice, a sheepish look on my face, and Joyce’s clothes and makeup slightly askew from her usual perfection.

I grilled the steaks and we shared more small talk over dinner. After dinner someone suggested we play charades. We drew names from a bowl to pick sides. I palmed the slip of paper with Joyce’s name to make sure we were always on the same team. I do not think anyone noticed this fantastic coincidence. After a few round of charades, Jill and Steve announced that they had to go. We said our goodbyes and since they were each on opposite teams, we kept the same partners, Susan and Jim on one team, Joyce and I on the other. Each team would go to a separate room to think of titles or phrases that the other team would need to act out, but this time without a chaperone. Joyce and I choose the bedroom. We closed the door, but did not turn on the light. Instead, we kissed again and groped at each other wildly, my hands moving across her body, tits, ass, pussy and back again around the circuit. She ran her hands up and down my body too, then settled at my crotch where she squeezed my dick through my pants. I felt her unbuckle me and wondered if we would be missed as she lowered my zipper. But, from under the door, I saw the light go out in the parlor.

I felt her soft hand caress my hard-on and gently massage my balls. I slipped my hands back under her skirt and pulled her panties down past her tight ass. They fell to her feet and she stepped out of them, standing with her shapely legs slightly apart. I unzipped her shirt and it fell to the floor. She still had her heels on and they made her ass and legs look taunt. I inserted two fingers this time and by now she was wet and ready. She held my stiff cock in her hand and began to stroke it. I pushed her to the edge of the bed and sat her down, stepped out of my pants, kneeled at the foot of the bed and began to eat her out. I could feel her hard little clit on my tongue and played with it in my mouth, while Joyce laid back. My tongue continued to tickle her clit as I reached both hands up to cup her breasts. I mover her sweater and bra up to clear the way and I could feel her shift a little to shed both garmets. Now she was fully naked, except for her stockings and heels hanging over the edge of the bed. My head was between her legs and my hands were on those perfect pears. She tried to arch her hips and press her pussy up against my mouth, but had no leverage with her feet dangling. She shifted a little and lifted both feet to the edge of the bed, spreading her legs wide. I moved my hands down and felt the smoothness of her stockings. Now she could arch her tiny hips and press against my mouth. I placed my mouth over her clit and sucked it hard. She drew in a big gulp of air and held her breath.

But this time I wanted to feel her come on my cock. I stopped sucking her clit and felt her let her breath out slowly, but with a sweet little moan along the way. I stripped off my shirt and socks, and stood looking down on this beautiful angel who was spread open for me on my bed. My cock was rock hard and my balls ached with desire. She smiled sweetly and her eyes sparkled in the dark as I entered her. She closed her eyes and pressed her head back. I could feel the soft warmth of her pussy as it closed in around my cock. I went deep inside of her, holding one ass cheek in each hand to pull her close. I held still for just a moment, fully enjoying the feel of her from the tip of my cock all of the way to the base. Then I began to slowly pull back and push in, one stroke each second, not any faster, but with deep thrusts going nearly out of her pussy on the back stroke to a full penetration when back in. I felt her quiver at every stroke, pushing hard against me as if trying for just another millimeter more each time. Her breathing and mine were fully in sync. Her kisses became deeper too, matching each of my thrusts. I held the pace, slow and steady, but could not stop our increasing pants as each of us felt the growing pressure begin to build. Then I held my thrust in, just when Joyce expected me to pull back. This unleashed something deep inside her, as she stroked against me several times, breaking the pattern. I increased my speed, but only by a little every few minutes. I could feel that she was on the edge and so was I. Finally, I could not hold back. I pulled her legs up over my shoulders and felt her wet pussy tighten around me. Now I was thrusting rapidly. I could hear my balls slap against her ass. Her moans began to change into a verbal exclamation point, as she matched me thrust for thrust. I could feel my explosion start to build, going faster still with a final hard push at the end of each stroke. She wrapped her legs around the small of my back, stockings and heels still in place and squeezed me hard between her thighs as her release began. I started to come, and my groans of pleasure must have been infectious because her cries of passion also became louder as she thrust against me. We each reached our peak, wildly going at each other, her juices mixing with my come, hip to hip and lip to lip. I felt a final squirt travel up and out. I held still while Joyce pumped against me until she was fully spent.

I rolled over quickly, still inside her, but not wanting to become dead weight on top. She lay on top of me, light as a feather, breathless and sweating for several minutes, her head resting on my chest. I felt myself start to shrivel and tried to fight it, because I did not want this to end. But, we could hear our spouses stirring in the other room and began to feel self conscious. We all know what just happened and we assumed that the same thing had happened in the other room. I found some towels and we wiped off and quickly dressed. It was time for the moment of truth. We walked out of the bedroom. Jim’s glasses were off and he had a stupid grin on his face. Susan’ sweater was on backward, tag side out.

I said, “Well, we have our phrases ready, how about you?” Susan replied,

“It was supposed to be movie titles, birthday boy.”

“Oh,” I exclaimed, “I guess we better go back and try again.”
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Trade Show Diane
Posted:Dec 26, 2008 11:40 pm
Last Updated:Mar 28, 2024 3:34 pm
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Staffing a trade show exhibit can be boring duty. An exhibitor has a few moments of excitement when the prospects are in the exhibit hall, followed by a long wait until the next break in the technical program. Most exhibitors catch up on email or find some other way to deal with the boredom. But being across the aisle from Diane was never boring.

There was no doubt that Diane was a total professional. She was full of energy and definitely not mere trade show eye candy. I could tell that she must have been a real stunner in her prime and much of that past beauty still showed through. Diane was tall and rail thin, a dark haired temptress but well dressed in a business suit that somehow managed to show some curves and the promise of long shapely legs. You had to give a girl credit for wearing sexy heels to an event where standing all day is the norm. With her confident manner, a big bright smile and a serious attitude behind her public exuberance, she was fun to watch. When I overheard her sales pitch it was obvious that not only was she gorgeous, she was also very bright and someone who knew her stuff. She seemed to always be busy, even during the slow periods, no doubt a testament to how attractive she remained even in middle age. I regretted not catching her attention the prior day, some time before she walked out of the hall with several business associates in tow probably on their way to dinner. I did catch her name, but that was easy because everyone had a name tag.

I caught her eye a few times throughout the next day and smiled, in part because I enjoyed watching her work and in part because I couldn’t help imagining her naked. So when she suddenly appeared at my exhibit during a slow time near the end of this final day, it was a pleasant surprise. She asked a great question about a product application and I concluded that she must have been listening to me across the aisle, just as I had been listening to her. It was hard to keep my mind on business and not get lost in her beautiful blue eyes, but I managed to give a pretty good answer to her very good question. She said she had more questions and asked if she could take some notes. She scooted over to her stand and was back in a few seconds, pen and pad in hand. I gave serious answers to her questions and she paid attention to everything, but I could not help noticing how she never seemed to stand still.

“Where do you get all that energy, Diane” I asked. “It’s not energy,” she replied, “I just quit smoking and I am climbing the walls! I need to keep my hands busy and try not to think about sneaking out for a smoke.”

“Oral fixation,” I declared, in the most matter-of-fact manner I could summons. All the while I was thinking of the things she could be doing to keep her mouth and hands busy. “The muscles in your face are accustomed to being flexed every few minutes. Without a cigarette, they miss the flexing. That’s why recovering smokers chew on pens, gum, candy, anything they can find. And your hands miss holding that cigarette, and all of those habitual repeat motions bringing it to your mouth and back.” I tried to explain this as if I was a professor, but hoping she would play along with my obvious sexual innuendo. “So, will beef jerky work as a substitute?” she asked. “Sure,” I said, “assuming you are not a vegetarian.” I was grateful for the excuse to look up and down her athletic body. “Not me. I’m a meat eater. Any idea where I can score a Slim Jim?” she asked. “Sorry,” I said, mock regret in my voice. “You are at the wrong stand for shriveled meat, but…” Just then, her booth mate interrupted and called her back to her exhibit. We were both busy with customers for the rest of the day, but we each managed to sneak a few peeks at each other across the aisle. Our eyes met once and she gave me a big smile and a flip of her hair. I held my hands about twelve inches apart, she rolled her eyes and laughed.

At the end of the day we were all busy packing our displays and literature. I finished first and volunteered to help Diane with hers. As we rolled our display cases out of the hall, I found out that she was a local and was planning to drive home that night. I was an out-of-towner and had a hotel room across the street. I helped her load her cases in her van and she said, “Put yours in, too. I’ll give you a ride.” So I did, even though we both knew that my room was nearby. Once in the car, she did not wait to give me a deep kiss and put her hand on my crotch, feeling me grow under my pants. She proved her athletic skill, as she had no problem shifting her position to one where she was facing me while straddling my lap. She ground her pussy into my crotch as we kissed and I was sure she could feel my hard cock rubbing up against her. We continued to deep kiss, explore and dry fuck until we heard someone else going to their car. We laughed as I took my hand out from under her blouse. I asked if she was hungry. She said she was starving so I asked, “How does room service sound?” She replied, “Can I get sausage?” I told her, “Sure, we have to find something to tide you over until dinner arrives.”

Moments later, my case, Diane and I were in my room. But we did not bother to order food and were in each other’s arms in an instant. I unbuttoned her coat and blouse and was rewarded with a full view of her lacy black top. I knew from the van that her breasts were small but very firm, and I could now see that her entire body was tight and well toned. “Come here, Tom-girl,” I said. She looked at me with a puzzled expression. “You never heard that? Girls like you are called ‘Toms’. Petite, athletic bodies, short hair, sassy attitudes, sexually confident,” I explained. “Well,” she said, “I do like to play with the boys.” Another deep kiss, more groping and soon I was naked and she was down to a matched set of black lingerie and thigh high black stockings. Not exactly business attire, but I could not have imagined anything sexier under her business suit. I briefly wondered if she had been planning something when she was getting dressed that morning. She slipped back into her high heels to complete the picture.

Diane stroked my erection with one hand as her tongue danced back and forth in my mouth. I reached down with both hands and held a firm ass cheek in each, pulling her close, my thigh firmly against her pussy. I could feel her warmth and wetness through her panties. I ran my hands up and down her smooth hard body and then undid her bra. Her breasts may have been little angels, but they were firm and her nipples were erect. I twisted one between my fingers and felt her quiver and moan. Her lacy black panties soon joined her bra at the foot of the bed, while my mouth went from one nipple to the other. I slipped a finger into her wet pussy and felt her come alive. Diane was breathing deeply as her hand alternated between stroking my cock and gently squeezing my balls. “Let me see if I can keep my face muscles happy,” she said as she sat me down on the edge of the bed. Soon she was on her knees, still in her black stockings and heels. She licked me like a popsickle and then slowly put her mouth over the top of my erection. I did not think it possible, but that petite little woman took nearly all of me into her mouth. She started to bob her head up and down. As I watched her I could see her open her eyes and stare into mine. She smiled a little and moaned on each down stroke as she pumped my cock with her mouth.

Diane was as light as a feather, so I had no trouble pulling her onto the bed and positioning my head between her legs in a 69 position. She never stopped holding my dick in her mouth, but now I could return the favor and eat her sweet pussy as she lay on top of me. Her stockings felt good under my hands. She was wet and ready. I slid the tip of my tongue into her pussy and found her clit. After a few licks with my tongue, she really caught fire, squirming over me with her taunt body, pumping my face with her cunt and stroking my cock furiously with her mouth. All of the while she was keeping time with a series of grunts and groans that grew louder and louder as they came closer and closer together. I could feel myself start to tingle and knew I was getting aroused. I could not help joining in the chorus of grunts and groans. I could feel my fully erect penis swell even thicker and become harder and longer in her mouth. Something started to tingle deep inside me and I knew it would be very soon now. I tried to hold back, but Diane was so hot and ready it was not possible. I put a thumb in her ass and she did not pull away. She actually pressed her ass back until my thumb was fully buried. She went into high gear after that. Diane was fucking my tongue with her wet pussy, fucking my thumb with her ass and was bobbing her mouth up and down on my dick with enthusiasm. She now let out a continuous moan, increasing in pitch and urgency. I knew she was close and so was I. We both needed to come together and could feel each other drive toward the peak. I pumped hard and so did she. Finally, we had a glorious mutual explosion with her wet pussy squeezing down on my face, my cum pumping into her mouth, my thumb plunging into her ass and loud groans from both of us as we reached our orgasms. My squirts lasted for so many spasms I lost count but I remained hard in her mouth until I was drained dry. I was amazed by the volume and force of my load. She kept sucking me the entire time and swallowed it all. Meanwhile, her pussy throbbed and was wet with her juices as she came with a fury. She pumped hard and fast as I sucked her clit. Her pumping eventually slowed but her groans continued to keep time with her strokes, farther and farther apart until she let out a long moan and stopped with a shudder. I heard a little whimper from her when I pulled my thumb from her ass, another deep moan when I pushed it back in, and a final shudder as she exhaled when I pulled it out the second time.

We lay there for a long time, sweaty, breathing hard and fully spent. Finally, she rolled off of me, turned and said “Now I really do need a cigarette!” I asked if she still wanted to order room service, but she said “No, I need to go. My husband is expecting me,” as she smiled and disappeared into the bathroom. When she returned, she tossed me a wet washcloth. I watched her dress. Diane seemed to enjoy putting on a reverse strip show, as one would expect from someone who was comfortable with being watched all day long. When she was done dressing she leaned over me, gave me another great kiss, and said “Next time, let’s hook up sooner and plan an overnight!” As she walked out the door, I was already looking for my event calendar.
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