7 comments/ 32216 views/ 4 favorites Confessions of a Homewrecker Ch. 01 By: satinlace It's a late Thursday night. I am sitting at the bar in my hotel after a long hard day. I'm on a business trip in Chicago and I have done nothing but work for three days straight. I haven't even spoken to my wife since I left New York on Monday. I'm still in my suit, too tired to change after a grueling day of meetings. I've just started on my third scotch of the night and, though, at thirty-two, I can hold my liquor well, things are starting to become hazy. Like for instance, that beautiful girl who just entered the bar appears to be looking at me. Probably my imagination, for who wouldn't want that looking at them. She's breathtaking. A soft, sultry face, full lips and soft gray eyes. Long layers of chestnut colored hair frame her face. Her shoulders and arms are slender and delicate. She's wearing a red dress, cut low, revealing ample, but perky and firm, cleavage, and cut high, showing off several inches of tanned, toned thigh. Her long legs culminate in a pair of strappy black stiletto heals. As she walks towards the bar, I sharply breathe in, hardly believing that she's coming towards my direction. Giving me a slight smile, she sits down two seats away from mine. "Martini, dry," She orders in a throaty, seductive voice, as the bartender leans towards her. Before I can control myself, I blurt out, "Charge the lady's drinks to my room." "Yes, sir," The bartender replies with a knowing nod. I blush furiously, knowing exactly what the bartender is thinking, and reminding myself that I'm a married man. To my surprise, the beauty swivels around on her bar stool, long legs in my direction and gives me an irresistibly smile. "Thanks," She says, extending a delicate, manicured hand, "I'm Anna, Anna Carlson." "James Percy." I reply, grasping her hand tight. I nervously knock back the rest of my scotch, unsure of what to say next. "So, Mr. Percy what brings you here, business or pleasure?" Anna asks, cocking her head flirtatiously. "Business, I'm afraid," I reply, unable to stop my eyes from tracing up and down her perfect legs. "I travel here a lot, so I keep a suite upstairs. I'm from New York." I nervously tip back my glass only to realize I have nothing but ice left. "You poor thing, you must have been working all day!" Anna purred. "I know just the thing to help you unwind: I'll give you an excellent massage." I try to hide my eagerness and mutter a quick thank you. Anna drained her martini and stood up, her hip brushing against my side as she moved past me. She comes around behind me and I signal the bartender for another round. Ever so gently, she lightly drags her fingers down my neck and starts massaging my tight shoulder muscles hard. I lean my head back slightly and I can feel her breasts cushioning it. I close my eyes and inhale the sweet scent of her perfume; it's light, but very sensual. The bar seems to dissolve with the tension as she rubs my back. Without thinking about what I'm doing, I notice that my fingers are carelessly grazing the back of her thigh. I'm embarrassed at my lack of control but I don't pull away. "You must let all your troubles go," Anna croons in my ear; I can feel her warm breath on my neck. She helps me slide off my suit jacket and lays it on the bar before continuing down my back. "That feels so good." I say. Anna brings her mouth close to my ear and I can feel her breasts on my back. "Thanks," She whispers, her lips touching my ear as she does. Anna then gives my shoulders a good rub and slides her hands down the front of my chest, feeling my pecks. She loosens my tie and unbuttons the two top buttons of my shirt, allowing her fingers to comb through my chest hair. Then, she reaches past me to grab the martini that the bartender just brought over; she leans over my shoulder, her breast resting by my neck, and takes a sip. I swivel around on the bar stool so I'm facing her, and I am confronted by a smooth canal of cleavage. As she stands straight again, Anna places her hands on the front of my chest. Unaware of my actions, I place my hands just above her hips and pull her towards me so our knees are touching. "Are you feeling better?" She whispers, sliding her knees along the sides of my thighs, closing the gap between our bodies. I rub her shoulders and arms, feeling her soft skin against my fingers. "Yea," I breathe, placing my hands on her thighs and sliding upwards. My mouth practically waters as I touch her skin and stare at her luscious breasts. Anna leans in and gives me a very soft, almost innocent kiss. I can't help myself; I want to devour her. "Anna," I begin, my voice ragged. "I'm married." "I know," She replies, touching her forehead to mine. "It's ok." In the back of my mind I remember that I'm a married man and my wife is home alone. I've never strayed before, but between my stress and my wife's busy schedule, we haven't been together in a while. I know it's wrong, but maybe one night of pure, unspoiled pleasure is just what I need. I slide the tips of my fingers under her skirt and give her a gentle kiss on her sweet mouth. She kisses me back hungrily, pressing herself against my chest and wrapping her hands around my neck and head. Finally, she pulls away, finishes her drink and stands up, adjusting her dress. Noticing her shivering, I place my jacket over her shoulders, my fingers lingering on the collar. Anna reaches up and grabs my hand from the jacket and leads me towards the elevators. I press the elevator call button and patiently wait for it to come. I stand behind Anna, my hands resting on her hips, smelling her hair. Then, I feel her press her shapely butt into my hips and she reaches behind herself with one hand and strokes my neck, kissing my jaw bone. I look down at her, staring straight at Anna's sumptuous cleavage practically popping out of her dress. Unable to control my self any longer, she feels my cock harden against her. Finally, the elevator clangs open and she grabs my tie and pulls me in the elevator. As the doors slide shut, Anna pushes me against the wall. I slide my hands along her waist, inside my jacket. She kisses me lightly on the lips, then on my neck and chest. Then, without hesitating, Anna slides down to the floor and swiftly opens my belt and pants fly. My cock sprang free, and Anna took it gently in her hands, stroking her long elegant fingers along its length. I shudder, gripping the railing on the wall in pleasure. Anna then wraps her lips around the tip of my cock and presses her tongue against its head. She begins to suck and the pressure on my cock makes me moan softly. I run my fingers through her hair encouragingly as her lips slide along my shaft. Anna grabs the back of my thighs and takes my entire cock into her mouth, running her tongue along the length and massaging her lips around the base. "Oh Anna!" I moan out loud as I feel myself releasing into her mouth. Just in time, the elevator slides open and Anna zips up my pants, wipes her mouth and leads me out into the hallway. I can only watch her silenced by awe. I take her hand and show her towards my suite, nervous as we approach the door. I stand in front of the door, debating whether or not I should actually open it. Anna comes up behind me and wraps her arms around my chest, under my arms, kissing my neck and ear. She seems to sense my nervousness and she turns me around, pushing me against the door. Anna kisses me hard and powerfully, exploring my mouth with her tongue as she reaches into my pants pockets and pulls out the key. She swiftly unlocks the door herself and, still locking her lips with mine, guides me into the dark suite. We fumble for the lights, our bodies entwined and banging off of the walls. I lead her to the bed and we fall down on top of it. Anna props herself up on her elbow and looks at me with her seductive eyes expectantly. She reaches over with her other hand and unbuttons my shirt all the way down and slides my tie out from around my neck. Anna gets up on her knees and shimmies out of my jacket, letting it fall the floor. I sit up too and she straddles my waist, planting her knees on either side of my hips. I slide my hands up her thighs and under her ass as she grinds her hips into my lap and kisses my neck and shoulders. I put my hands on her back and unzip the back of her dress. I slide the straps down her shoulders and kiss her collar bone. I gently run my fingers up and down her spine, grateful that Anna's not wearing a bra. As her sumptuous breasts spill over the top of her dress and touch my chest, she easily slides my belt out from around me and, once again, unzips my pants. Anna moves down my body, sliding off my pants. I know that she's ready to service me again, but I have to have all of her. Now. I wrap one hand around the back of her neck and pull her mouth back to mine, flipping her over on her back and kissing her mouth and neck and collar bone. Pushing her dress down around her waist, I slide my tongue between her breasts, circling one, then the other. I continue to gently kiss down her body, across her toned stomach, sliding her dress down around her knees. I trace the inside of her thigh with my tongue, teasing her. In one swift motion, I drag her dress and flimsy lace panties down to her ankles and toss them aside. Kissing the inside of her ankles, I take off her sexy high heals. I press my mouth to against her arches and then, releasing her foot, crawl over her body. I kiss her neck and mouth hungrily, forcing her legs apart with my hands. She complies, allowing for me to nestle my hard cock against her warm, wet clit. I slide the head of my cock into her, slowly. Inch my inch, I fill her. Anna arches her back and wraps her legs around my waist, lifting her hips to meet my stroke. I thrust my cock deep inside of her, pull it out, and then thrust again, moaning against Anna's hair. "Oh, yes, Mr. Percy," Anna calls, "Right there; don't stop!" With her encouragement I thrust harder, filling her tight pussy again and again. My groans and grunts grow louder as I feel the pressure building up in my cock. I can feel the walls of Anna's pussy contracting against me and I know she's almost there too. A hoarse exclaim of pleasure escapes Anna's throat as she reaches climax. At that moment, my cock releases, filling her pussy with spurts of come. Anna's body seizes up as her juices flow. Then just as suddenly as it started, we both stop, collapsing in a mess of tangled white sheets and bodily fluids. Confessions of a Homewrecker Ch. 02 It is three o'clock on a Friday afternoon and I was not looking forward to the weekend. My wife, Kat, had endless galas and fundraisers I was supposed to go to which meant I'd get to spend the next three days watching her flirt with every man in the room and then pass out before I even got a chance to kiss her goodnight. Not that I wanted to kiss her nowadays anyway. Being the president of a huge business firm meant that I spent most of my life working in my corner office. My wife complained I had no interest in her, but how can she blame me. Somebody's got to pay for her lifestyle. And besides, at the office I can admire my very shapely secretary whenever I choose. I hear a discreet knock on the fogged glass door to my office. I curse under my breath, realizing that I already had my jacket and tie off and my sleeves rolled up despite the meeting that I still had in store. Thinking that it's my secretary to announce my three o'clock appointment has arrived, I shout out a response. "Excuse me Mr. Waldorf?" She asks, as she enters the office. "Yes Miss Carlson?" I reply cordially as always, unembarrassed as my eyes swoop over her well-proportioned body. Today, Anna Carlson, my extremely attractive secretary is wearing a thin white button down shirt tucked into a black knee-length pencil skirt and high heals. Except that the shirt is unbuttoned rather low, so as she comes closer I can see her black lace bra that hugs her sumptuous cleavage peeking out. And the skirt is skin tight, showing off full hips and a perky little ass, with a deep slit up the back revealing her long fishnet clad legs. I know for a fact that she only wears thigh high because whenever Anna crosses her legs just the right way, I can see the tops of her panty hose. "How many time's to I have to tell you, Mr. Waldorf, to call me Anna" She give me a sexy smile, her full pout curving gracefully. Tucking back a stray hair that had fallen out of the artfully messy bun on the top of her head, Anna moves forward. "Your three o'clock just called to cancel. Apparently his flight has been delayed and he'll meet you on Monday instead." "Thank you Anna." I sighed, disappointed that this news may force me to go home earlier than I had planned. "Is there anything else?" "I have the final drafts of some letters for you to sign." Anna walks over to my desk and leans slightly over, placing them down in front of me. She hands me a pen from the desk, but I can barely see anything except her smooth, deep cleavage presenting itself in front of me, popping out of the white shirt and clad only in black lace. I absentmindedly reach for the pen, completely missing and nearly grabbing one of Anna's swelling breasts before I come to my senses and take the pen from her. Unruffled, Anna stands up and walks around the desk next to my chair. "Sign here, Mr. Waldorf," She coos in my ear, leaning against me as she points to the spot on the page and casually draping her other arm over the back of my chair. I can feel her breasts press against my arm and I make a great flourish of movement as I sign, allowing my arm to rub them. I move my arm back to hand her the pen, letting it brush past the curve of her breast. Turning to face me as she covers my hand with hers to take back the pen, Anna lets her eyes flick up and down my body, searching and hungry. She leans in towards me. At that moment, the phone rings. With the same amount of composure and elegance that she brings to every task, Anna stands up and answers the call with a polite "Richard Waldrof's office". Ever so gently, as Anna converses with the nameless and faceless business executive on the other end, I let my hand move over skirt, cupping underneath her ass and feeling her firm thighs and hips. "Just a moment, Mrs. Waldorf," Anna says into the receiver, handing it to me. I lick my lips and without looking at Anna, I take the phone. "Yes, dear?" As my wife relays the details of her day into my ear, my hand moves towards Anna's inner thigh. Slipping my hand in the slit of her skirt, I move it up from between her knees, against her fishnet-clad thighs. As my hand moves upward, my suspicions are confirmed as I feel the top of her panty-hose high up her thigh. I feel the thin lace of her panties between her legs, just slightly damp. I slide them down, past her fish nets, past her skirt, forcing them to her ankles. Anna complies by stepping one foot out of them and lifting them for me with the other foot. I take the panties in my hand and put them in my pants pocket. "Darling, I really do have to go," I tell my wife, rubbing the lace in my pocket between my two fingers while Anna stands next to me, her lips curled in a smile, waiting. "I'll see you later." I replace the receiver and gently pull Anna towards me, my hand on her hip. "Hold all my calls, will you, doll?" I grin, placing both my hands on Anna's slim waist and positioning her in front of me. "Anything for you, Mr. Waldorf" Anna replies seductively, straddling my waist on the chair. Her skirt bunches up a little bit as she positions one knee on either side of my legs and proceeds to undo my belt and fly. I begin unbuttoning her white shirt, revealing her full breasts practically spilling over the push-up bra. I push the shirt over her shoulders, yanking it out of her skirt and tossing it aside. Grabbing her ass, I hungrily kiss her neck and collar bone and down towards the deep canal of cleavage. Anna takes my head in her hands and throws it back against the chair, kissing me deeply. Her lips are soft and I squeeze her ass harder, kissing her more intensely. Anna breaks away and with a wicked grin pushes my pants and boxers down just enough to expose my hard cock. She cups one hand over it, making a ring with her fingers and sliding it up and down the shaft. With her other hand, Anna unbuttons my shirt and begins kissing my neck and ear. I move my hands down her thighs and push her skirt up towards her hips, sliding my fingers underneath to feel her smooth skin. I drag my fingers along the tops of Anna's fishnets and let one hand move towards her wet pussy. Anna continues to jerk me off as I explore the entrance to her pussy with my fingers. As I slide two inside of her, Anna gasps in my ear and pulls out my hand. She brings it up to her mouth and wraps her full lips around my two fingers, tasting herself on me. Then, putting her hands on my shoulders begins gyrating her hips against my body, letting her hot pussy graze over my stiff cock, without letting me enter her. I put my hands on her hips, guiding them down towards my cock. She resists me, teasing me. The pressure in my groin builds as precome oozes out of the tip of my cock. Tired of letting Anna take control, I wrap my hands firmly under her ass and hoist her onto the edge of the desk, pushing various papers aside. Standing up, I push her skirt high up over her thighs and force her legs apart. Anna groans as I force two fingers inside her wet, dripping cunt, exploring the inside of her pussy. I wrap my other hand around the back of her neck and kiss her deeply, stifling her exclaims of pleasure with my lips and tongue. I take my fingers out of her mound and slide them between our mouths, forcing her to suck my fingers. I then wrap both hands around Anna's slim body and roughly turn her over, so she's leaning over the desk in front of me. I push her tight skit over her ass and grip her hips firmly. Anna slides her legs slightly apart. I run my hands up and down her fishnet-clad thighs before ramming my shaft into the gaping whole that is her pussy. Anna lets a low moan escaper her throat as she involuntarily grips the edge of the desk. I firmly hold her hips in my hands as I pull my cock out and push it back in with smooth, intense motions. Anna gasps and yells with every thrust, heightening my pleasure. I grunt and groan as I fill her tight pussy again and again. Anna's body goes rigid as her come begins to flow over my member. I finally release, sending hot spurts of semen into her warmth. Our juices drip down her thighs and over my balls. Anna pushes her self up off the desk and I wrap an arm around her waist, reaching up to caress her breast. I take her thin, delicate neck in my other hand, caressing her face. I hold my cock deep inside her as our come continues to flow and I kiss her neck and jaw. When I finally release my hold on her, she collapses onto the desk. Leaving her warm come on my penis, I pull up my boxers and pants, buttoning and tucking in my shirt. Anna stands up, without even wiping the come from her thighs, pushes her skirt down and puts her shirt back on. Fully dressed, she pushes me into my chair and gives me a long lingering kiss. "I'm going to have to leave early today, Mr. Waldorf." She says coyly. "I have a date tonight." Anna turns away and walks towards the door. I watch her ass sway from side to side, remember how moments before I had pounded into her. She looks back at me before closing the door behind her. "See you on Monday, Mr. Waldrof." "I look forward to it, Anna." Confessions of a Homewrecker Ch. 03 I'm in the backseat of the chauffeured car that usually accompanies me on my business trips in Chicago. It's Friday night, and I spent all day distracted by thoughts of Anna, the beautiful stranger who I met in the bar of my hotel last night. She spent the night with me and though we agreed not to exchange numbers, I insisted that I had to at least take her out for a proper meal before I went back home. She told me to pick her up at the office building where she was a secretary and I obliged. Rain pounds against the windows of the car and it finally pulls up in front of the right building. Minutes later, the revolving door spins and Anna Carlson skips out of the building. She's wearing only a white button down shirt and tight knee length skirt with no jacket and the rain leaves splotches all over her shoulders and chest. I immediately get out of the car and hold open the door for her. "Nice to see you again, Anna." I say, smiling as I remember the feeling of her legs clamped around my waist a mere twenty hours earlier. She places her hands on my shoulder and gives me a light kiss on each cheek. "Same to you, Mr. Percy." She ducks into the car and slides across the seat. I climb in after her, sitting close to Anna in the darkness of the car. Anna scoots towards me, our thighs and hips barely touching. I slide a hand over her skirt and slip it between her knees, leaving it there. "How do you feel about French food, Anna?" I ask. She leans her head on my strong shoulder and wraps one hand around my wrist that's resting on her leg. "Is that what you're really hungry for?" She whispers lustily, sliding my hand up her fishnet-clad thighs. She left my hand there, dragging her fingers up my arm. I took the opportunity to explore further, and as I felt the soft entrance to her pussy instead of the panties I was expecting, I grinned into the darkness. Anna tilted her head to the side and looked up at me. I leaned in to kiss her long neck as my fingers stroked and caressed her wet clit. I imagined Anna thinking about our encounter longingly, as I had, and specifically forgetting her panties just for me. Before I knew what was happening, Anna had already opened my fly and pushed my underwear down just enough to expose my erect cock. I continued to play with her warm, wet pussy as she gently kissed and sucked on my ear and neck, stroking my long shaft. With my free hand I pushed up her skirt to get better access to her pussy. Anna placed a hand on my cheek, pulled my face to hers and kissed me deeply. Leaving my fingers inside of her, I pulled her close with my other hand. Anna carefully pulled my hand out and scooted into my lap. My hard cock fit snuggly against her clit and she leaned back, resting her head on my shoulder. I placed my hands on her hips and guided her pussy right over my cock before slamming it down, filling her completely. Anna purred softly in my ear, turning me on even more. She guided my hands over her breasts as she shifted her hips around and around, creating a slow, steady rhythm for our love-making. The car continued along the streets, our driver ignoring whatever he suspected was going on. Anna widens the gap between her legs, letting my cock penetrate her deeper. She grinds our hips together. "Are you close?" I whisper. "Not yet." I can feel the tension building in my balls and cock and I know that I'm almost there, but I refuse to give in yet. I take my hands off of her sumptuous breasts and hold her hips. I lift her up off my cock slowly and then slam her back down hard. I continue, faster and harder. Finally, I know that I can't contain myself any longer. I fill Anna's pussy and hold her against me, letting my come explode into her. I kiss the back of her neck and Anna slides off of my lap and smoothes her skirt. The car pulls up in front of the restaurant just as I zip up my fly. I look at Anna and she faces me. "Ready?" I ask, taking her hand and opening the door. "More than." And with that, we proceed into the restaurant. Confessions of a Homewrecker Ch. 04 "What do you think of this one, Alex?" "What?" I reply to my fiancée, completely oblivious to the forkful of salmon she was waving in front of my face. I was out with Steph, my fiancée of three months, and our wedding planner, June, making selections for our wedding next Friday. Exhausted from all the talk of the wedding, I had let my eyes wander around the room and had just spotted a breathtakingly beautiful woman having dinner with an older man in a business suit across the room. She looks younger than I, at twenty-six but the man with her had to be over thirty. Whoever he is, he is one lucky bastard. "Try it, Alexander!" June insisted. I complied, taking a mouthful of the third salmon dish I'd sampled that night. June had called an "emergency" wedding planning dinner because our caterer had canceled last minute and we had to quickly select a new menu. As if I cared. I swallow the bite with a large gulp of red wine. I may have imagined it, but the girl across the room just met my eyes and raised her glass ever so slightly towards me. I nod, slowly, so Steph won't notice (not that she would, being so engrossed in the fifth chicken dish of the night, which just arrived), in response. When her date turns away, the girl curves her lips into a sexy smile. I could feel myself growing warm. "I'll be right back," I stutter, rising sharply from my seat. I head towards the door, fingering the pack of cigarettes in my jacket pocket. I was shocked at my lack of self-control; I was becoming hot just from looking at the woman! Passing the host stand, I practically knock over another man on his way out. "Christ! Sorry!" I mumble, embarrassed. "That's all right," The man replies. "Alexander?" The man looks at me and I finally recognize him. "Mr. Percy?" I had interned under James Percy the summer before I entered graduate school. He was a sharp business man for being only a few years older than I. "How are you?" "Oh fine, just, you know, wedding plans," He offers a sympathetic groan. "And yourself?" "Just here with a, um, acquaintance," Mr. Percy gestures over to his now half empty table where that same gorgeous woman, who had pushed me over the edge with one stare, sits. She turns her head towards us and gives a dazzling smile and a little wave for Mr. Percy's benefit. "Hey, Alexander, do me a favor?" "Sure, Mr. Percy." "Just make sure Anna gets out all right. I have to catch a plane, but I told her to stay as long as she'd like. You know, don't let any of this crowd get at her." He nods towards the bar area where most of the male eyes were mentally undressing her "Uh, yea, I mean, yes, sir. Not a problem." "Thanks Alexander. Good luck with the wedding." And with that, he steps out the door into the rain. I stare, dumbstruck at the girl, who he'd identified as Anna, is now looking at me curiously. I look over at my table, confirming that Steph and June were fully occupied by the paté, or whatever it was they were sampling. I walk over to Anna's chair and extended my hand. "Hi, I'm Alex Whitney; I used to work with Mr. Percy," Anna places a soft delicate hand in mine. "Anna Carlson, it's a pleasure to meet you." Standing over Anna, I can see right down her thin dress shirt, past her lace bra, and into the deep crevice of her cleavage. I finally wrench my eyes away and crouch down, so that I'm at eye level. "Likewise. Anyway, Mr. Percy just asked me to check on you; I hope that's all right." I pull my hand away, only just realizing that I hadn't let go. My fingers brush her thigh and I had to force myself not to mentally devour her shapely, fishnet-clad calves. "Not a problem. Won't you join me for dessert?" She extends her hand towards the empty seat across from her. How I wish that I could sit with her for the rest of the night. "Actually, I'm here with my fiancée and wedding planner, er, going over some details." I cock my head in the direction of my table. "I was just on my way to the men's room" "I see." Anna places her hand on my forearm, over my sweater. "It was very chivalrous of you to come over here, Alex. I'll be sure to tell Mr. Percy that you preformed your task admirably." She casually drags her hand down my chest, nonchalantly and swoops in to give me a swift kiss on the cheek. Subconsciously, I turn my head just slightly, catching the kiss half on my mouth. Anna holds it there for a moment before pulling away and laughing lightly. I stand up, terrified and completely infatuated, and walk towards the restroom. I push open the door and lean against the wall, my chest heaving. Being near a woman as captivating as Anna was intoxicatingly dangerous. I couldn't let that happen again. I'm supposed to be getting married next week! And yet, who says a man can't have one meaningless fling before he commits to eternity? Before I can even wrap my mind around that concept, the bathroom door opens again. I expect to see a crisp business suit step through the door, but instead, it's a stiletto heal. "Sorry," Anna whispers, as she shuts the door behind her, "I hope I'm not interrupting, Alexander." Her voice caresses my name as she says it. "I just came to escape all the pick-up lines," Anna jokes. "And the women's restroom was too crowded. I hope this is ok." She walks towards me. "Oh, yea, of course. Mr. Percy asked me to make sure none of those losers take you home, anyway." I say, and immediately regret it. "Selfish," Anna giggles. "What did he say about you?" "Me?" I ask, dumbstruck. "Yes. Can you take me home?" She teases, moving towards me and placing her hand on my chest again. Anna snakes her arms around my neck and molds her body into mine. "Me?" I repeat. "I'm, uh, engaged." I manage to say, barely convincing myself. "I can't." Anna pouts her full lips and lets her arms fall to her side. Turning around on her heal, she heads towards the door. Anna glances back at me and licks her lips. "That's a shame." She admits. As Anna places a hand on the doorknob I have a sudden image of my life after tonight. I'll marry Steph, who's a great girl, but she's pushy, materialistic, and completely self-absorbed, and she'll be the last woman I'll ever take to bed. Or, I take this amazingly sexy woman who's practically throwing herself at me, and get it out of my system. Anna begins to open the door, but I rush up behind her and place my hand on the door over her shoulder, pushing it closed again. Anna turns around under my arm, her lips curling into a naughty smile. "Technically, I'm not taking you home, am I?" I quip, leaving one hand on the door and wrapping the other around Anna's slender waist. She puts her hands on my chest and presses her hips into me. "No, you're not." I kiss Anna hard, pressing her against the door. I close my mouth around her perfect lips, letting my tongue explore the inside of the mouth. I slide one hand up her flat stomach and over her round breast, feeling her hardening nipples through her flimsy bra and shirt. I cup my other hand under her tight ass, lifting her up, so my hardening cock presses against her tight skirt. Anna traces her hands lightly over my chest and reaches down to the hem of my sweater. She pushes it upwards and tugs my undershirt out of my slacks, slipping her cool hands underneath to touch my stomach. I find the slit running up the back of hers skirt and wrap my hand around one of her thighs, forcing it up against my hip so her skirt rides up her legs. I look down briefly and see a flash of her pink flesh, and I grin at Anna, realizing that there are no panties for me to tear away. Supporting Anna's leg against my hip with a hand under her smooth, fishneted thigh, I take my hand off the door and press it against Anna's breast, feeling the lace covered flesh through her thin blouse. Enjoying the weight of her breast in my hand, I break my lips away from hers to kiss her neck and down to her collarbone. Anna leans her head against the door, her delicate, pouty mouth opened with pleasure. She has one hand on my shoulder, keeping me close to her, and the other between our hips, opening my fly. My erection pops out into Anna's hand, ready. She works it with one hand as my mouth lands on her lips again. Pleasure from her touch fills me from my member and throughout my whole body. I push myself harder against Anna, clutching her breast in one hand, her thigh in the other, and slamming her body against the door. Anna wrenched her mouth away from mine. "Oh Alex! I want you so bad," She gasped, letting out a moan. It was all I needed. I pushed her skirt up higher, ready to take Anna against the door right then. I completely forgot that we were in a public restroom until I felt Anna's body slam into mine because somebody was trying to open the door to use the john. Anna and I looked at each other momentarily. I allowed her to slip out from my grasp on her body. She grabbed my shirt and, walking backwards, led me as quickly as possible into the farthest, most hidden stall in the restroom. We banged our way into the tiny stall just as I heard the door open. Completely unconcerned with whoever was taking a piss now, I locked the door and turned to face Anna. She immediately pushed me against the door and entwines her hands in my hair as she lifts a leg around my waist and begins rubbing herself against my naked erection. I put my hands on her thighs and push her already wrinkled skirt up over her hips so that her glistening wet clit can make contact with my rock hard shaft. I guide Anna back towards the toilet at the other end of the stall so she has to spread her legs to continue towards the wall. Leaning against the wall, Anna lifts one leg and rests her stiletto-clad heal onto the medal lever of the toilet. I get on one knee to one side of the toilet and place my hands one the insides of Anna's firm thighs, just wear her fishnets end. Anna presses her palms against the sides of the stall to hold herself steady in anticipation of my next move. I slide one hand along Anna's thigh towards her pussy, feeling the soft skin of her labia. I slide two fingers into her slick hole. I penetrate her deeply, pressing the tips of my fingers against the walls of her pussy. Anna leans her head back against the wall, her lips parted in a moan of pleasure. "Oh Alex! That feels so good." She gasps. I imagine what the other man in the room would think as he hears this and become even more turned on at the prospect of him hearing a woman say my name that way. Using two fingers from each hand, I hold Anna's pussy lips apart and move my head deep in between her legs. I pres my mouth against he warm, wet clit and run my tongue along her slit. Her flesh is silky against my tongue. I open my mouth and slide my tongue as deep inside of her pussy as I possibly could. I continue to probe Anna with my tongue as she continues to purr and gasp my name. "Don't stop, I'm almost there!" She cries. I hear someone on the far side of the room clear their throat and I realize that more men must have come and go since Anna and I retreated into our secluded stall. I'm encouraged to bring her to orgasm. I lap my tongue fast within the walls of Anna's pussy. Her moans become higher pitched and more frequent until my mouth becomes filled with her sweet juices. Anna takes three slow deep breaths as she comes down from her climax. I lick my lips, tasting Anna in my mouth as I rise from the ground. Anna looks at me, smiling. She looks satisfied, but eager for more. I put my hand on Anna's chin and pull her slightly towards me. Our lips meet and Anna hungrily and greedily intrudes my mouth with her tongue. When she finally pulls back and licks her lips, staring at me and mentally begging for more. The door opens again and I'm slightly apprehensive. I take my hand from Anna's face and put it on her shoulder, ready to push her back and make an exit, but she leans towards me again. "Alex, that was absolutely amazing," Anna plants another kiss on my open mouth and licks my lips with her tongue. "I love a man who tastes like me," She breaths. Suddenly I couldn't care less about the other guys in the restroom. I become quickly and intensely aroused and I move towards Anna, gripping her hips in my hand, and I pull her body away from the wall and thrust myself towards her. My prick enters her gaping pussy. Anna's groans heighten the intense feeling of pleasure shooting through my shaft and my entire body. With every thrust, Anna bucks her hips back at me. I hold her tiny waist in my hands as I grind and pound into her pussy. Anna calls my name again and again between gasps and exclamations of "Oh God!" and "Harder!" I bang her harder, feeling a surge of power with every motion. And as suddenly as Anna and I first kissed, I felt the load that had been waiting to be released shoot out of my cock into Anna's welcoming pussy. I continue to propel into Anna's hole as shot after shot of come exit my body and enter hers. I feel Anna's body seize up and her climactic scream of "Yes Alex!" signal to me that Anna has reached orgasm again. I pull out of Anna and she slumps into the corner of the stall, looking completely satiated. I use some toilet paper to wipe her come off of my now limp cock and I pull up my pants and close my fly. I hand a second wad of toilet paper to Anna because with her legs sprawled over the floor, I can see my semen seeping out of her slit. I'm almost uncertain of what to do next but I am intoxicated by the power and strength I feel after that encounter. "Thanks, Anna," I say haughtily. "I have to get back to my fiancée now." With that, I unlatch the stall door and walk out confidently, letting the door slam behind me. I'm almost disappointed that there were currently no other guys in the restroom taking a leak to see my walk of pride.