Sometimes I just wing it!
I kissed Anna on impulse but not with a plan.
We had been standing at the wine bar, chatting about our business leads, and I noticed how close she was standing to me. She bumped up against me while others mingled at the dreaded chamber of commerce business mixer.
I hated the small talk but went to the monthly gathering at the Sierra Vista Hotel to mingle and hopefully get leads for my real estate dealings.
The magical moment occurred when I poured myself a glass of Chardonnay and offered her a drink. Our eyes locked, I moved my face close, and we touched lips.
I gasped and stepped back like I had touched an electric wire.
Anna smiled. “Thank you.” Light danced from off her left hand. Her wedding ring.
“I’m, uh, I’m sorry. I don’t know what — ”
She glanced across the hotel’s event room, looked back at me, and her eyes lit up. “Again.”
“What?”
“Kiss me again, just like that.” Her dress fit snugly over her breasts and her hips seemed wonderfully inviting. She stood about eye level with me so kissing her discreetly was doable.
I did. The kiss was quick and filled with confusion. I had known her for several months. She was a CPA with an assistant who helped handle her busy practice.
“Nice. That felt good.” She looked away for a moment and back to me.
She and I had often exchanged glances and smiled at double meanings. At a chamber of commerce meeting a month earlier, we had stepped into the elevator together in the parking garage and I jokingly asked, “Going up?”
“Yes. But I’d rather be going down.” She had worn tight-fitting jeans and an incredibly tight blouse that seemed to threaten the buttons into breaking. Her eyes traveled slowly from my blushing cheeks, down my stomach, and to my mid-section.
I stammered, “Yeah, that’d feel good.”
Anna was a take-charge type of woman and now, tonight, after I had kissed her a second time my cock was pulsing and my insides were raging.
“Once more, if you don’t mind.” She sipped from her wine glass and glanced across the room before looking at me again.
“Okay. Not going to tell your husband?”
“He’s watching.”
“Oh?”
She stood, moving her hips against mine, and looking at me with her lips looking sweet and delicate.
The surrounding crowd turned to a blur and I wondered if anyone was noticing but figured why not. I parted my lips, placed them against hers, slid my tongue forward, and felt hers wiggle against mine.
Her kiss was staggering and more confusion struck me. “He’s watching?”
“Yes.” She was breathing deeply. “Touch me. Anywhere you want.”
How incredibly odd and arousing.
A woman who’s wearing a dress that hugs her hips and enhances the curves of her breasts has a natural place for touching. I slid my hand along her waist and lowered it to her ass. How round. Wide. Inviting.
“Like that?”
I expected her to giggle but she sounded serious. “Yes, very good.”
Caressing her butt seemed so natural, but I took my hand away.
“How do you feel?”
Her question floored me. She knew I was single and not seeing anyone at the moment. My cock was raging and I kissed her again with one hand holding my wine and the other touching her gorgeous ass.
She looked away briefly. “Want more?”
“Oh, I mean yeah.”
“A hotel room then?”
Anna turned, nodded, and stood next to me. “It’ll be a few minutes. You kiss quite well.”
“Thank you. So, what’s happening? Why this?”
“You mean with you? And my husband watching?”
I nodded. “Exactly.”
“It’s quite simple, really. He gets off on me flirting with other men and women. He really gets off when I get a room with them.” Her hand traveled over my ass. “And I’ve had my eye on you for some time.”
I didn’t look around trying to spot her husband. I didn’t want to. My mind was blown. Her phone vibrated.
“Okay. Good. He got a room. First floor. Room 179. He opened the door for us but he won’t be there.” She set her wine glass down. “Ready?”
“Count me in.”
I followed a few steps behind as we left the room and was simply mesmerized by her swaying hips. I walked alongside her, took her fingers with mine, and headed to the room.
“So, I’m perplexed.”
“I’m sure you are.”
Questions built and tumbled through my head and scattered like someone had taken a pile of note cards and thrown them in the air and let them fall.
The door was propped open. Anna pushed it, we stepped inside, and the door shut hard behind me.
Now wasn’t the time to sort my thoughts.
Within a split second, she turned, pressed her body against mine, and when our lips met in the privacy of the room the grinding started with an absolute fury. Her lips went from delicate to full-pressure pressing and my tongue slid along her teeth while my hands freely grabbed at her ass, squeezing and holding her tight.
“Your husband likes this?” I whispered before kissing madly.
“Yeah. He’s driving home. Stroking his cock.”
I didn’t understand but I didn’t need to. Anna’s sexual energy was unleashed and her hands felt for my cock. She tugged at my clothes and I undressed in record time before lifting her dress over her head.
Her high heels remained strapped on and she looked fantastic in a pink bra and satin panties. She dropped to her knees, opened her mouth, and slid her lips over my hard shaft.
I groaned and yelled, “Fuck.”
Her head bobbed quickly until her tongue loosened, finding its tickling path along my balls, between my legs, and to my ass.
“You’re a slut,” I shouted for no reason, except to give voice to the incredible arousal within.
“Mmm-hmm,” she murmured, tonguing me deeply in my butt — a sensation I had never felt before.
A mirror across the room showed her face buried deep in me while my hands propped on the bed to support my trembling frame. Her semi-naked state drove me mad and I pivoted and grabbed her hair, and helped her stand.
“Yeah,” she growled, undid her bra and I helped slide her underwear down her legs and over her heels.
Together we fell onto the bed with her on her back and my body above, sliding my cock in and thrusting until we turned, shifted and I was on my back with Anna lifting her pussy over my cock, and sliding down.
Hair fell from her head, veiling me, and her pussy clenched my cock. She grit her teeth and huffed and puffed like a steam engine motoring up a steep grade.
Our rhythm was sweet and satisfying. Fuck. Thrust. Fuck. Thrust. Fuck. Harder and harder. I loved her tits when she rose and licked them when she moved down. Up and down. In and out.
How good. How sweet. How fucking hot.
Her groans were like a symphony while my cum built and soon it broke through in an orgasm that permeated my mind and hit hard like ocean waves crashing on rocks in a frantic storm.
I held her ass, thrust into her pussy, and smashed in again to empty even more cum. Short on breath and heavy on the sweat, I fucked her filled with the craze of arousal.
My cock softened and she wasn’t yet finished. She slipped to my side and with one arm beneath her head and my other hand between her legs, I felt for her clit, positioning two fingers while she thrust and bucked. Her eyes fluttered and she gasped from the eroticism and soon her orgasm worked through her, releasing through a series of incredible gyrations and deep-from-within moans.
She closed her mouth, opened and I kissed her deeply with our lips meeting and locking. The kiss lingered and slowly faded like the blazing sun turning into evening and for the first time since the wine bar our eyes locked again. The blaze was gone but the friendliness was there along with a storyline in her mind that I wanted to read.
I knew her, but who was she? I had never met her husband and didn’t know that I wanted to. The questions came rushing back as my blood circulated and carried oxygen to my brain. But I let the questions scatter and fall. Lying next to Anna was itself a beautiful moment, like gazing over her thighs, hips, and breasts.
“So what are you going to tell your husband?”
She smiled. “Every detail. He’ll stroke his cock silly. He likes it that way and I like to fuck. So we accommodate each other.”
And I wondered. She must have noticed.
“And I hope you’ll accommodate me again. And again.”
I smiled. Kissed her lips and lowered my mouth to her breasts, swirling my tongue around her nipples. “I would love to.”
Our clothes lay in a messy heap. Like life itself. How wonderful.
Want to join our exclusive SLAY VIP LINGERIE TRY ON HAUL CLICK HERE
Don’t worry your escapades are safe with us.
Sometimes I just wing it!
