0 comments/ 29584 views/ 0 favorites Worshipping Willy Ch. 1 By: gossamer While this story involves a black woman and a white man, I chose not to categorize it as interracial. Their coming together had nothing to do with the color of their skin, and everything to do with attraction and the plain, human desire for sexual connection. It was one of those serendipitous moments confirming that nothing in life happens by chance. I was on my way to a conference in New Orleans, a favorite place for fun and frivolity. While it rarely happens, that day the plane was over-booked and they accepted volunteers to wait for a later flight through Miami. As I wasn't expected in New Orleans till late that evening, it was no loss and some airline travel dollars gained. Several hours later we landed in Miami and transferred to the New Orleans flight. As I had volunteered for re-routing, the airline bumped me up to first class. Those who travel know there are advantages to that first class seat. You get on early and have a drink before take-off; you get off first, and there's a wildly better meal. So there I was, coolly sitting in first class, sipping champagne watching the passengers go by. I'll admit I'm a people-watcher. I love to watch people and find great delight in the diversity they present. Whether you're a man or woman, you've probably experienced this yourself – an attractive person walks by, you share momentary eye contact and there's an immediate connection. She was a pretty, young, black woman, plainly dressed in a white golf shirt and khakis. Her hair fell softly in curled strands to her shoulders, charmingly framing a glowing face. She had a wonderful smile and an aura exuding sensuality, despite her frumpy attire. But she filed passed me to the nether regions of the plane while I remained comfortably sipping bubbly up front, nothing exchanged between us but a smile. Now, I'm not the kind of man who looks at an attractive woman and thinks, "Man, I'd love to take her to bed." But something in that fleeting glance had me flush with lustful feelings. I dismissed them, knowing I would be off the plane and busy at a conference and never see this woman again. I love being wrong! The next days passed uneventfully. I attended conference sessions, chatted with contacts, visited exhibitors, collecting T-shirts and other equally useless items. It was Tuesday evening and a software vendor was taking a group of clients, myself included, to dinner. It was a marvelous meal with good wine and quiet conversation. After dinner we wandered Bourbon Street, taking in the great jazz and drinking a bit more than the evening required. New Orleans will do that to you. It is a city of excess, where it seems perfectly natural for women to bare their breasts in exchange for fifty-cent beads, and men to consider topless clubs fine entertainment. You either love New Orleans or it frightens you, but there is rarely an in-between. I love it for its joie de vivre, its in-your-face sensuality, and the never-ending party. Finally, I had reached the point where bed and sleep beckoned far more than another round of drinks. I left the group and began walking down Bourbon Street in the direction of my quaint little hotel on Chartres. As I'm walking along – well, you already know – who is coming in the other direction but my close encounter of the best kind from the plane! She is being harmlessly pursued by one of the New Orleans street people. Being ever the gallant gentleman, I stopped to say hello as we caught each other's eye. She smiled and took my arm saying, "Let's get a drink!" Wonderful! All thoughts of sleep vanished in roused memories of our sensual connection. We wandered into a little corner bar with three musicians playing sweet jazz. I love a guitar trio, and these guys were liquid music. We sipped our drinks and chatted nonchalantly about the conference, about life, old loves, all the while moving physically closer. She would touch my hand as we talked, I would reach over to brush something from her hair, the small intimacies that promised more. "How old are you?" I asked. I am almost 50, but have been told I don't look it. Still, I'm no Adonis and was surprised by the attention of this attractive woman. "I'm 36. Why? Does it matter?" she responded. "No, I was just curious. You look much younger. You know, when you walked past me on the plane I hoped we would meet again. I felt an inexplicable connection." "I was drawn to you as well." she replied, "There was something in your eyes and your smile that attracted me." Now we were close to each other, fingers gently caressing hands on the table as soft music swirled seductively about us. Thank goodness it was New Orleans and 1997, where a white man and a black woman quietly becoming intimate with each other are less likely to draw intolerant stares and ignorant remarks. "May I kiss you?" I asked, as our hinted intimacies grew bolder. "Uhhmm, I would like that." she replied and leaned over to me. I tenderly brushed her lips with mine, kissing softly but with feeling. She responded and placed her hand on my thigh, pulling closer and letting her tongue play inside my mouth. In spite of what you've read, women don't usually like the "trying to taste my lunch" kisses men so often think is passionate. A woman's passion builds more slowly. A gentle kiss encouraging her to be the aggressor will often raise her level of excitement. Willy was ready for this role and her kisses foretold sweet things to follow. We chatted a bit longer, now holding hands, occasionally leaning closer to let our lips and tongues explore. "Come to my room with me?" I asked tentatively. She smiled and got to her feet, leading me by the hand into the nightly tumult of Bourbon Street. As we walked down the side streets toward my hotel we held each other close, letting the heat of our bodies meld us together. I could feel her voluptuous breast against my arm and found my body responding to the thought of this beautiful woman naked against me. The hotel is a small, wonderfully decorated 18th century building with an open-air courtyard. In the late evening, candles played light on the trees, gracing the faces of other lovers enjoying a nightcap. Reaching my room we entered and kissed passionately behind the closed door. The mood was romance and warmth; the courtyard candles tossing dancing shadows on the walls. Breaking our embrace, I lit a candle before the mirror so soft reflections could caress her ebony skin. Then I removed my clothes as she watched intently. The lust in her eyes told me she was ravenous for sexual pleasure. As I stood naked she began to remove that dowdy golf shirt and her khaki pants, revealing her fine, full, feminine form. She sat on the bed wearing a blue lace bra that barely contained her swelling breasts, and equally scant panties. I crossed to her. "Can I take these off?" "I was hoping you would," she said as gently her fingers ran the length of my swelling penis. I reached behind and unsnapped her bra, releasing her gorgeous breasts. While at the moment I wanted nothing more than to feel the warmth of her breasts and gently tease her nipples, I stopped briefly, knelt and removed her panties. As I slipped them off her long legs I was lost in the wonder of her sweetly shaped vagina. She was clean-shaven and the folds of her sex were swollen in expected pleasure, her dark clitoris rising from its sheath in anticipation of my kisses. She reached down and took gentle hold of my face, raising my mouth to her waiting kiss. Her lips pressed mine and our tongues intertwined in the waltz of pleasure. Our febrile passion mounted as fingers and mouths explored and tasted, each seeking to outdo the other in offerings of sensual delight. Her body encompassed the fullness of woman, her perfectly symmetrical hips balancing her overflowing breasts, her brunet flawless skin contrasting the fairness of my own. Her eyes spoke of passion and lust, piercing my soul as our bodies intertwined on the bed. I closed my mouth around her dark nipple and teased it gently, flicking my tongue back and forth like butterfly wings brushing her erect sentinel of pleasure. A gasp escaped her lips and she reached again for my penis, stroking my hardness, further inflaming our lust. I gave equal attention to her other breast, swirling her nipple with my tongue and biting ever so gently. "Let me take you in my mouth!" she moaned and tried to pull me to her hungry lips. "No. I want to taste you first." I left the rising and falling hills of her breast, running my tongue over her stomach toward the center of her heat. I paused for an instance, swirling her navel and placed warm, wet kisses on her pelvic bones. Then, teasingly, I brought my face to her vagina and gently let warm breath caress her lips, her clitoris. My tongue traced the outline of her sex and flicked just once across her engorged clit. She arched her back and tried to pull my face to her wanting sex. I resisted her pull and slid down between her thighs, caressing her legs with my hands from behind while playing my mouth and tongue along her inner thighs. "Please!" she moaned, "Oh God, please!" as I kissed back up her thighs to the epicenter of desire. My tongue again traced the outline of her sex, this time lingering, allowing my lips to kiss and pull her into my mouth. I gently pushed my tongue into her vagina and tasted her sweetness. There is nothing like the taste of a woman. Nothing in the world gives greater delight than to pleasure a woman this way. Perhaps my long years of trapped in the cult-like grasp of the Christian Right (now there's an oxymoron for you), left within me the conviction that it is better to give than to receive. My tongue seemed drawn as if by compulsion back to her clitoris, and I hugged her pleasure dome in my lips, letting my tongue alternately flick and tenderly caress the throbbing bud. She moaned in delight and placing her hands in my hair, pulled me harder against her hot flesh. Her climax was accompanied with a quiet, joyful scream as she arched her back, thrusting into the hardness of my tongue as I lavished her clit. I stopped only when she pushed me gently away, saying again, "Let me take you in my mouth." This time I did not resist but turned over and let her play kisses across my nipples, down my stomach to the rigid hardness of my cock. She ran her fingers over me and caressed my balls while her lips slipped warmly around my throbbing penis. She too must have learned to give, for her lips and tongue seemed determined be ruler over my cock, pushing me toward orgasm. While the heat of her mouth was intensely pleasurable, as she stroked and pumped my cock intermittent with her sucking and kissing, I am no longer a teenager. If I came now it would be some time before I could return to fullness and penetrate her, as I so urgently desired. Gently I pulled her mouth from my cock and bent forward to kiss her lips. She frowned slightly and tried to again consume me. "I want to be inside you." I said. She relinquished her hold and moved up my body, sliding her body against mine. She held my cock and squeezing her breast, rubbed her swollen nipple to my penis, letting it stroke the length of my erect cock. The sight of this was so overwhelmingly erotic I almost came immediately. As she moved up my chest, her tongue flicked across my skin. I ran my hands along her back, caressing and kneading her butt. Then, rising over me, she lifted and positioned my cock to slide into her waiting warmth. She enveloped me like rose petals on a warm spring day, her tender heat searing my penis and holding me tight. She squeezed my cock with her vaginal muscles and began to slowly slide up and down, stroking my hard cock, pulling it deep within the well of her being. Leaning over, she kissed me hard on the mouth as the rhythm of our blissful strokes grew in intensity. Pushing her body down so my cock was upright inside her, she pressed her swollen clit against my pubic bone then let it ride up and down the length of my shaft. All the while her hard nipples grazed my chest and my hands roamed her beautiful ass, pulling and pushing her hips in time with our movements. Watching me, she increased her tempo, with each stroke tightening her hold on my cock. A smile joined with the lust in her eyes as she recognized her complete control over my soon approaching orgasm. She moved faster now. Pushing herself upright over me, she pulled my hands to her breast. I gently squeezed her nipples and let the warmth of my palms hold as much of her fullness as possible, all the while knowing I would come before her, as she wished. My orgasm grew and the mounting pleasure was evident in my face, my body tensing, my breath coming ever faster. She was determined to win this race to climax, though I could see the flush of her own approaching orgasm as my cock stroked against her clit and filled her completely. She won! I was gloriously enthralled, vanquished, an ever-willing slave to this goddess queen as shockwaves of my orgasm shot over and over deep inside her. Still she moved on the pillar of my throbbing penis, her thirsting hunger consuming every drop of my cum, driving on to her own orgasm. This time her scream was less gentle. As she climaxed, every muscle tensed and rippled as wave after wave of delicious pleasure washed over her, engulfing us both in sweetness and warmth. She fell across my chest and we lay still for several moments, relaxing in the after-glow of incredible sex. She moved ever so slowly off me, the sensation of her warmth still gripping my softening penis and titillating me with after-waves of pleasure. I wrapped her in my arms as we disengaged; gently covering with kisses her face, her eyes, her neck, her breasts. Turning her back toward me, we fell asleep, my penis resting in the crevice of her warm firm butt, my arms cradling her against my chest. Worshipping Willy Ch. 2 I awoke to find Willy snuggled up against me. Her skin, soft as a cloud, flushed warm and alive to my touch. My cock rose and hardened as her butt cheeks gently squeezed around me. Reaching over her shoulder, I cupped her sumptuous breast in my hand, stroking my fingertips gently over her dark brown areola and stiffening nipple. "Good morning, sleepy," I said in a soft voice. "Mmmm, that feels so nice," she replied. "Turn over. I want to give you a back rub." There is nothing more sensuous than the contours of a woman's back and thighs; the width of her shoulders gently declining to her waist, the small of her back rising with the swell of her buttocks to fall in a gentle slope toward the softness of her inner thighs. I began stroking my hands from her shoulders down her spine, massaging firmly to relax the muscles. Her skin was so receptive each stroke gave her greater pleasure. As I slid my body downward, my penis nestled again between her cheeks. My hands moved up and down her back in rhythm with my cock gliding back and forth. "My cock feels so good against your butt!" She clenched her muscles, trying to grasp my swollen member. My hands moved down her side, finding the swell of her breasts. She lifted slightly to give me better access. "Squeeze my nipples," she said, while she continued to grab at my penis with her butt cheeks. Her nipples were hard and hot to my touch. She leaned upward. Supporting herself on her forearms, she kissed the inside of my elbow. I took my hands away from those succulent breasts and slid further down her back so I was seated above her knees. Stroking her butt, my fingers kneaded the soft flesh and teasingly traced feather-light lines down her thighs. I leaned closer to her and began planting kisses down her back. Moving my body down her legs, my cock slid along her inner thigh as my lips caressed her hips, my tongue licking along her bottom. "Oh, I love that! Don't stop! Don't stop!" she cried, and her moans of pleasure filled the room. My tongue explored the dark crevice of her ass, licking and softly probing. I kissed both cheeks and again slipped my tongue into her beautiful butt hole. Then, moving down further I found her vagina and lathed it with my tongue. I moved my mouth back and forth between these two pleasure domes, lapping up her lustful sweetness. "No one has ever done that to me before," she said. "Please don't stop… Oh God, that feels so good on my ass. Yes! Push your tongue inside me! I love it!" Continuing to tongue her butt hole, I gently probed her delicate, smooth shaved pussy with my fingertips. Her juices lubricated my fingers as I softly began to brush over her clitoris. "Please! Make me cum!" "Turn over so I can kiss you properly." She rolled to her back and I sucked and licked her pussy and her clit, driving my tongue up into the nether regions of her vagina, then back to butterfly-flick her clit. I gently kissed the lips of her swollen labia, running my tongue along her hot, sweet cunt. All the while my hands massaged and teased her breasts, gently tweaking her nipples. Willy lifted her butt from the bed and pushed harder against my tongue. "Oh God! Oh God!! You are so good!" she cried, "I love it! I love it!" Her breast were so soft, so warm in my hands, I almost lost myself in the pleasure of squeezing and teasing her overflowing fullness. But she pushed her fingers into my hair and pulled me against her, pressing my tongue hard to her throbbing clit. I licked and sucked more forcefully now, taking her clit between my lips and sucking it into my mouth while my tongue danced back and forth across the responsive tip. Her orgasm was a screaming, continuous pleasure dance as she squirmed and flexed off the bed. She came over and over as I continued to ravish her clit with my tongue despite her thrashings. "Please! Stop! I've got… I've got to breathe!" "That was exquisite! I have never come so hard and so much!" she said in that sultry voice I had come to love. "You are the best lover I ever had! Your tongue is fantastic!" Not to distract from this moment, but every woman says the same thing to every man who gives her pleasure. That being said, if every woman you make love to says it, there must be something you're doing right! Her breathing slowed to normal and the flush gradually left her face. She smiled with a contented look and said, "Now it's your turn. Come here and let me taste that glorious cock of yours." It may be better to give than to receive, but receiving ain't all bad! I lay on my back as she began to kiss up my thighs, her nipples tracing hotly along my legs. With a smile she took hold of my throbbing penis and ran her fingers along the shaft, toying with the sensitive foreskin. Then she took me in her mouth. I reached down, trying to fondle her breasts. "This is just for you", she said, "lay back and enjoy!" While I'm usually not obedient, this was a command I could follow. She began to lick my cock from the base up to the top, lavishing my stiff shaft with nibbles and love bites. I took her words to heart, "This is just for you", and tried to relax, to just feel the sensations. Running her hands along my groin and down my thighs, she enclosed my hot cock in her mouth and sucked. It took an effort to divorce myself from her pleasure and focus on my own, but as I did the feelings were exquisite! She played her hands along my body, all the while sucking, licking my ever-hardening cock. Her mouth was so hot and her tongue luxurious as she swirled around the tip of my penis then sucked me again into her hungry mouth. I lay back and felt the pleasure, her mouth surrounding me, sucking me toward explosion. I wanted to touch her dark, spectacular breasts, run my own tongue again along her delicious, smooth pussy. Instead she forced me to focus on myself and allow her to pleasure me. When I came it was incredible! My cock was a throbbing rod in her mouth and she sucked on it with all her might, pulling the hot cum from my balls and swallowing all I could give. My body arched and shook as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. She continued to tease, licking her tongue along the sensitive foreskin and gently biting the tip of my cock. Her tantalizing kisses sent spasms of pleasure through me. Finally she released my penis and I gently drew her up next to me. I kissed her mouth, savoring the taste of my cum on her lips, now mingled with the lingering flavor of her own love juices. I wrapped my arms around her, feeling her nipples press against me. She nestled into my shoulder and stroked my chest with her long fingers. "Did you like that?" "Like it?? It was incredible!" "Good, cause I love to suck your cock. It is a beautiful cock and I love to hold it in my mouth and feel it in my cunt." "Well, I have to tell you, Willy, that was a wonderful way to start the day!" "Speaking of that, what time is it?" she asked and stretched her arms over her head giving me again the view of her luscious dark breasts. "It's 9:30, lover. Why?" "Oh God! I have to be at our exhibit booth by 10:00! I'll never make it!" "OK", I said, "you jump in the shower and I'll call the front desk for a cab." When she came out of the shower I helped her dry off. Of course that only caused further delay as my hands were somehow drawn to her breasts and wandered as with a will of their own to caress her smooth vagina. She pushed me away and quickly pulled on her clothes. "Come by our booth this afternoon. I'll be there till 4:00," she said. "How about dinner tonight as well? Can I take you someplace nice and romantic?" "As long as I can have you in my mouth again afterwards," she replied. "Oh, I insist!" I said and kissed her once more on the lips, feeling her tongue play in my mouth. She gently grabbed my now hardening cock and said, "God this is a beautiful penis. But I've got to go!" That was fine, for I'd see her again in a few hours and have the chance again to worship that glorious, brown skinned goddess with my lips, my tongue, and my cock. Worshipping Willy Ch. 3 New Orleans amorous adventures continue. If you've not read Chapters 1&2, you might want to start there to meet the characters and get the overall flow. * * * * * It was now afternoon, the third day of the conference, just fourteen hours after my liaison with Willy. Wandering the streets of the French Quarter, I was generally heading towards the convention center. August in New Orleans is hot and sultry, with stifling humidity. My mind wasn't on the heat. It wandered back over the delicious sensations of making love with this incredibly beautiful woman. The image of her naked next to me made the walk a pleasant experience, regardless of the heat. I wandered to the Acme Oyster Bar and sat down for a dozen succulent Louisiana oysters and a cold beer. Couldn't be a better way to spend a hot afternoon. Well, there was a better way, but she was at the convention center, hard at work. The shucker behind the oyster bar was a large black man in a long, dark rubber apron. His dexterity with these shellfish was something to watch, as he deftly slipped the short bladed knife into the crevice of each shell, severing the foot and placing the fresh, raw oyster down in front of me. "You eat all dese babies you be givin her some good lovin tonight!" he said with a deep chuckle. "May be I need six more!" and we both laughed out loud. I left with a wave after paying the bill and leaving a generous tip. It was almost a mile to the convention center and by the time I arrived I was feeling the heat! Entering the exhibit hall, I began wandering the aisles, searching for Willy's employer. I found their rather large booth in a few minutes and found the woman who had so completely consumed me last night. "Hello Gary, how nice of you to stop by again. Mr. Jameson, let me introduce Gary, a potential client of ours." she said leading me to meet her boss. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Jameson." "Thanks for stopping by again, Gary. What exactly is your company looking to do?" I told him briefly what we were looking for and he said, "Willy, why don't you take Gary to the demo room and show him some of the capabilities our products can provide." "I'd be happy to!" And of course, I was happy too, as this meant I would have some time alone with Willy. The demo area was a small, curtain enclosed room at the top of a rounded staircase in the middle of their booth. She climbed the stairs ahead of me, giving me a great view of that glorious ass! It was all I could do to not grab both cheeks as I climbed behind her. Reaching the top of the stairs she stopped, opened the curtain and gestured me inside. It was a small platform with seats for three people and a computer sitting on a little table. We had the room to ourselves. "Let me show you some of the capabilities I can provide," she said and wrapped her arms around my neck once the curtain closed behind us. Our mouths sought each other and tongues began the dance of passion. She pressed her body to mine and I felt again the warm firmness of her full breasts, her nipples stiffening as our bodies moved together. Dropping her right hand, she rubbed the length of my rising cock as I held her butt and began to massage her beautiful ass. "I am so glad you came!" she said in a husky whisper. "Now I'll make you cum!" Pulling down the zipper of my pants, she freed my cock and wrapped her hand around it, stroking gently. She had to step back a bit for room and that gave me the chance to caress her swelling breasts. I'm not a great judge of cup size but Willy had to be a 36D. Her nipples grew erect and hard as my fingers played around the areola and squeezed. "Oh God, Willy! That feels so incredible!" "Well I love what you're doing to my tits! Can you feel how hard my nipples are right now?" she moaned in passion. "Yeah, baby. I feel how hard they are. I want to have you naked right now, riding my cock on this table! But that might be a little too risky." "What a lovely thought, but I still need a job after today," she said with a giggle, "That may have to wait for tonight. For now I want to suck this gorgeous cock again and taste your cum in my mouth." Kneeling, she brought her lips to the swollen head of my cock and softly brushed across the tip. Willy had talents in this area such as I had never experienced. She licked up the length of my cock, then swirled her tongue around the head, stroking and pumping me in her hot hand. Then she took my cock in her mouth and began to suck, moving her head up and down, taking ever more of my stiff penis into her mouth. Pulling back up to the tip she again ran her tongue lightly around the head while pumping me. "Is that good, baby?" "Oh God yes, Willy! You are incredible! But I'm about to cum so slow down a bit." Now you know she wasn't going to slow down! Willy loved to bring a man to the very edge and linger there. The sounds of five thousand people milling about the exhibit floor surrounded us, as she engulfed my cock, sucking and swirling her tongue around the thick shaft. As She felt my spasms begin she became immediately motionless, squeezing the base of my cock between her thumb and forefinger. It's an exquisite pain to be right there on the brink of orgasm and be stopped. I was doing all I could to control and hold, and she made certain I did. My penis twitched and if possible grew even harder. "That's good, baby. Willy's not finished with this gorgeous cock just yet! You like that don't you lover?" In answer I ran my fingers in her hair, lifted her face and leaned over to kiss her mouth, while she played her fingers along my cock. Breaking away from my kiss, she smiled and brought her mouth back to the task in hand, her eyes smiling up at me as she licked pre-cum from the tip of my penis. Now she sucked in earnest, knowing that it wouldn't take long. My hands stroked her hair, running down her shoulders and along her back as she bobbed her head up and down on my swollen penis. Once more she pulled back and flicked her tongue across the tip of my dick as she pumped me. "Oh baby, that's soooo good! That's soooo good! Please don't stop" Smiling up at me she took me completely in her mouth and pulled me in deeply, her cheeks sucking on my stiff shaft, increasing the speed of her up and down movements. "Now, baby! Now!" I cried trying to keep my volume down, though I doubt anyone could have heard us over the din below. This time she did not slow or pinch, but sucked and pumped my cock for all it was worth. Orgasm roared over me as hot, salty cum filled her mouth. Never missing a stroke she continued to suck and pull the semen from my balls, swallowing to pull and suck my cock some more. Licking the hot, red tip of my penis she sent a shiver through my whole body. I had to lean on the table to keep from falling over. The pleasure was so intense. A tiny bit of cum had escaped and graced the corner of her voluptuous lips. I leaned down and licked this drop from her lips, savoring my taste from her mouth. Then I slid my tongue into her mouth and passionately kissed her for several seconds. "I've got to get back down stairs," she said with a smile and a lick of her lips. "Oh no. Not yet you don't." I lifted her khaki skirt above her waist and she leaned back against the table. She was hot and wet, her clean-shaven pussy glistening through silk panties. She spread her legs and I began to slowly kiss the inside of her thighs, running my tongue up toward that heavenly well of pleasure. She moaned and it was her turn to put her fingers in my hair, pulling my face against her hot pussy. There is a unique joy in giving head through silk, both for the giver and receiver. Willy was completely in the pleasure zone. But I wanted my tongue in her vagina and my lips around her swelling clit now! I pulled her panties down and she stepped out of them. Resting her smooth round ass on the table, she pulled me back to where I belonged. I plunged my tongue into her, feeling the squeeze of her vaginal walls. Licking down, I slid my hot tongue along the crack of her ass and she lifted slightly off the table to give me access. "Oh God, baby! That is so good!" Not pausing to answer, I returned to the swollen lips of her dusky sex and sucked and pulled them with my mouth, tracing my tongue along the sweet entrance. Her clit now stood out, pink and hard, blushing against her dark skin, a swelling dome demanding attention. Flicks of my tongue made her tremble and she pulled me closer. I took her clit into my mouth, holding it ever so gently between my lip-covered teeth while my tongue danced back and forth. I circled my tongue around her clit, and then slid it back into her vagina, thrusting like a cock along her inner walls and tasting the sweet nectar that had begun to flow. "Oh, you are incredible! Make me cum, lover! Please!" "Yes, baby. I will!" I focused my attention again on her throbbing clit, sucking, licking and coaxing her towards orgasm. She moaned and pulled me hard so that my lips pushed against her pubic bone as my tongue teased and lathed her clitoris. Suddenly she tightened her grip on my hair and leaned back a bit more, pushing her pussy hard to my mouth. She came in shaking waves of pleasure, moaning quietly as I pressed my tongue hard against her clit and caressed her. "Stop, baby!" she whispered. "I'll never make it down the stairs!" At least one of us remembered she still had work to do. I gently licked her pussy, tasting her sweetness and cleaning the overflow of her orgasm and my kisses. Picking up her silk panties, I slid them on, one leg then the other, pulling them up her thighs. Now she smiled, bent down and kissed me. "We taste good together," she said and smoothed out her skirt. "Let me take you to dinner tonight. I know of a wonderful restaurant called Peristyle." "That would be lovely," she answered, "as long as I get to ride that big cock of yours the rest of the night." "Well, if you insist!" I said with a smile. As we made our way to the main floor of their booth, Mr. Jameson was there to greet us. From the stairs I said, "Willy thanks so much for the demonstration. You guys have some impressive solutions to offer." Mr. Jameson smiled and asked, "So what are the next steps, Gary? Can we call on you at your office once the conference is over?" "Absolutely! I look forward to it." Who wouldn't? But that's a future story. First there was tonight's dinner. Little did I know Willy had plans for a party beyond my imagination.