0 comments/ 226281 views/ 25 favorites Dinner With the Boss By: Rod Walloper As Carolyn Bates knelt on the banquette with her face buried between Sylvia Jackson's thighs while Phillip Jackson stroked his cock in and out of her ass, she still couldn't quite understand how she had ended up in this situation. It had all started when her husband Tony had come rushing in the door yesterday evening. Tony was an up-and-coming lawyer with the city's most prestigious law firm. At 29 he was regarded as a future star. His six foot two height and rugged good looks also didn't hurt his chances. Carolyn was 25 and had married Tony while they were both still in college. She knew that she was attractive. She had seen the way men looked at her when she came into a room. Five foot six, with naturally blonde hair that fell to her shoulders, her blue eyes seemed to give off a shy sexuality. She was perfectly built with large full breasts that sat high on her chest, a narrow waist that flared out into full hips, and long slim legs. In short she seemed to be built for fucking, although she was unaware of the message she body seemed to send. As soon as he graduated law school Tony had been fortunate to land a job with Harris, Williams and Jackson, the most important law firm in the city. Now, on Friday night, Tony had momentous tidings. "Great news, darling," he cried as he swept her up in his arms. "Phillip Jackson called me into his office this afternoon. He said he is considering putting my name forward as a partner. Do you realize that at 29 I'll be the youngest partner the firm has ever had? Instead of a formal interview, he wants us to have dinner with him and his wife tomorrow night and he'll conduct the questioning then. If this goes through we'll be set for life." Carolyn was happy for her husband. For the last two years Tony had been busting his butt for the firm, working long hours every day and even going to the office most weekends. As a result Carolyn had seen all too little of her husband and their sex life was suffering, since by the time Tony got home most nights all he did was eat a quick supper and then fall asleep watching TV. They were lucky to have sex once a month. Carolyn had tried relieving herself with her fingers, but this was a poor substitute for the fucking she craved. Now, maybe all this was about to change. The next evening Tony and Carolyn showered and dressed for the big night. At Tony's urging Carolyn wore her sexiest cocktail dress, a sheer black number with a low-cut bodice that revealed the tops of her swelling breasts. Two spaghetti straps held the top in place and, because of the straps, Carolyn did not wear a bra and her tits seemed to be ready to burst out of their confinement. The bottom of the dress finished about 4 inches above her knees and she wore sheer black stockings and red 4" pumps as well as a red scarf knotted around her throat. The touch of red highlighted her blonde hair and blue eyes and the whole effect was incredibly sexy. Phillip had told Tony the dress code at Madelaine's French restaurant was "casually elegant", so Tony wore dress slacks and a jacket, but no tie. "This is going to be great," Tony whispered as they were shown to a private dining room at the back of the restaurant. "Just agree with everything they say and the evening will go fine." Little did Tony know how those words would come back to haunt him. Phillip Jackson and his wife Sylvia were already in the private room and Carolyn had her first chance to meet her husband's boss. She was immediately struck by how distinguished he looked. Phillip was in his early 50s with dark hair graying at the temples. He gave off a feeling of sophistication as he took her hand and gently kissed the back. Tony had not met Sylvia before and he was overwhelmed by the aura of sex which surrounded her. She had to be in her 40s but looked 10 years younger. Long dark hair down to her waist, huge tits which ballooned out of her low-cut dress and a "fuck me" look in her eyes. Tony couldn't take his eyes off her. Rather than having a regular table, the private dining room had a large banquette in the shape of a horseshoe, but with deeper seats than one would normally see. "Why don't you and I sit on the ends, Tony," said Phillip. "That way we can talk and the ladies can chat together." Phillip quickly arranged the seating with himself on one end of the banquette, Carolyn next to him, then Sylvia and finally Tony on the other end. Phillip had the maitre-d bring a bottle of champagne with the appetizers and soon everyone had relaxed and was chatting merrily away. With the main course Phillip ordered two bottles of fine French red wine and by the time the desserts and liqueurs arrived both Tony and Carolyn were feeling a little tipsy. "That will be all Jean-Claude," Phillip said to the maitre-d, "please latch the door on the way out and send in Monique in half an hour to clear the table." "Oui, M'sieur," replied Jean-Claude as he pulled the door closed behind him. "Since our interview is now over I want to talk to your lovely wife for a few minutes," said Phillip as he leaned toward Carolyn. "Tell me, what do you think of the opportunity your husband has here?" "I think it's wonderful," said Carolyn. Then she flinched as she felt Phillip's hand rest lightly on her knee under the table. "Yes," said Phillip before she could react, "It would be a shame if something were to happen to damage Tony's chances at the last moment." As he continued to talk Carolyn felt Phillip's fingers begin to lightly stroke her thigh above her knee. Involuntarily Carolyn felt her body begin to react to the gentle stroking of her thigh. She found herself gazing into Phillip's eyes as he continued to talk softly to her and his hand continued to slide higher and higher up her thigh. Now his fingers had reached the top of her stockings under the hem of her dress and she felt him start to caress the naked flesh of her upper thigh. His hand was on her leg...her thigh... and in her rising arousal she wanted it there! Yes, yes, oh Christ yes! It was so warm and big and soft and gentle...and close... "Godamn, you're the most delicious little bitch I've ever seen," Phillip hissed, his hand gliding up and down the soft smooth flesh of her inner leg, enjoying the soft nylon mesh of her hose just before it ceded to the hot flesh of her warm, vibrant thighs. He let his hand brush several times to the very peak of her loins, so that it might arouse the sensation of contact as it pressed against the nylon strip encasing her soft, delicate pussy. Carolyn realized that she had unconsciously spread her thighs to ease Phillip's access to her pussy and now she trembled with every touch to her genitals, her mind still trying to wrest at principles she knew to be lasting, even as her excited body betrayed her in her longstanding dormant desire. "Oh...oh, God, don't," she whispered as she felt his fingers tugging at the snug leg of her panties. Then her legs opened even wider to him and she felt his thick finger tracing the thin hair-lined furrow of her naked cunt and she squirmed beneath it. She glanced over at her husband only to find him completely involved with Sylvia, even as prurient quivers agitated her loins and belly, while slowly, he insinuated his middle finger deeper and deeper inside her moist, warm vagina. Carolyn whimpered aloud in emotional agony and sensual desire, an electrifying shock rippling along the soft, white flesh of her thighs, and she squirmed her buttocks down on the soft cushions of the banquette, her whimpers changing to a helpless moan as Phillip Jackson's thick fingers taunted, inside her panties, the sensitive pink slit between her open thighs, gently thrusting into it, parting the soft pubic hair and making a sudden ecstatic contact with the throbbing tiny bud of her clitoris. She sensed her wetness from the ungovernable passion that had infiltrated her entire being and she bit her lip to withhold the groan of pleasure she felt building deep in her chest. Suddenly Carolyn thought of Tony and tried to push Phillip's hand away. "Don't," warned Phillip. "I'll see Tony never gets another promotion if you don't cooperate." Slowly Carolyn relaxed her struggle. She found that she was again reacting uncontrollably to the maddening play of his thick finger in her taut vagina, her hips actually responding of their own volition to his tantalizing ministration inside the wet, aroused slit between her legs. "That's better, baby,' hissed Phillip. "you're beginning to like it, eh? You've decided to be nice, is that it?" Her words stuck in her throat when she tried to speak, the sensual unending shock of his fingers tweaking her quivering, erect clitoris causing her to writhe her buttocks down into the seat in a feeble effort of escape from the frenzied spasms coursing over her smooth, vibrant flesh. "Oh...oh," she whimpered helplessly to his clitoral abuse as his middle finger continued to push in and out of her now welcoming cunt. She looked over once again to her husband and saw that Sylvia was practically sitting in his lap. Her hands appeared to be busy under the table in Tony's lap. As Phillip's fingers continued to torment her cunt he reached up with his other hand and grasped her wrist, pulling her hand into his lap. As his hand brought hers to the shaft of his exposed penis, she realized that at some point Phillip had managed to unzip his pants and pull out his cock. She tried to resist as Phillip wrapped her fingers around his throbbing shaft and then began moving her hand up and down on his cock. After moving Carolyn's hand with his for a few strokes Phillip removed his hand. Carolyn continued to stroke her hand up and down his cock as Phillip's fingers dug into her now streaming pussy. Then suddenly Phillip placed his free hand on the back of her head. As she continued to pump her hand up and down on his cock he gradually started to pull her head down into his lap. At first Carolyn didn't know what he wanted, but then as her face came closer and closer to his cock a horrible idea occurred to her. "Surely he can't want me to take it in my mouth," she thought. "I've never done that. Not even with Tony." But that was exactly what Phillip did want, she realized, and suddenly she felt powerless to resist. Her hand clasped his heavy lust-thickened cock, her fingers wrapped lovingly around it. She stroked and caressed it, manipulating the foreskin up and down over the angry red coronal rim, then she slid her hand down his long shaft to its base and then below, to reverently cup and squeeze his bloated testicles, holding them with inherent affection, then trailing back up to pinch at the beautifully formed pole with tiny, nipping pressures. "I must be sick... because I can't help myself...I want to suck his cock, just like he wants...Dear God" thought Carolyn as she began to lavish his quivering shaft with her warm, wet tongue, brushing and grazing from its base along its wide underside up to the hardened cockhead, washing, playing, kissing with long hungry strokes. "Ohhhhhh, I love it! I love it!" she thought. The first taste of Phillip's swollen cock instigated wild tremors of delight in her young body as she quickly trailed her tongue back over his testicles and along the heavy shaft to its throbbing head, and with a tiny groan, slipped her lips wetly down over it. God! She wanted his lewd sperm into her throat and belly. Carolyn began to suck and lick in earnest now and though a small shudder of resistance at what she had allowed herself to do passed through her momentarily, she realized that she loved the taste of Phillip's cock. She felt the short wiry hairs at the base of his loins against her chin and lips, his testicles sweeping against her, and as greater sensations of abandoned ecstasy grew to burn her vagina still hotter, nothing mattered but the sweet agony of the lewd desires which began to ripple through her flesh. The pungent odors of Phillip's cock slithering lewdly in and out of her tightly ovaled lips stung her flared nostrils, and she began to insanely run her tongue faster over his pumping shaft and bulging head. This may be sick , she thought crazily, but I don't want this to stop. Then, just as she felt Phillip's cock start to swell he pushed her face away from his loins. "Christ, that was close'" he muttered. "This first load is reserved for your pussy." Then he quickly pulled her up from the seat and spun her around. Reaching up under her dress he hooked his fingers in her panties and pulled them down around her ankles. "Kneel up on the seat," he ordered, and as if she had no mind of her own, Carolyn immediately got on her hands and knees with her ass pointing back at Phillip. He quickly flipped her dress up around her waist and she felt him move up behind her as he thrust his cock roughly up against the nakedly defenseless crevice of her smooth asscheeks. The narrowly expanded cunt-slit was visibly throbbing with its lips parted anxiously, its wet pink lips held together by the squirming of her thighs up against his hungry loins. "Oh God, I'm sick...sick...but I can't help it...I've got to have it," she thought. She flexed her cunt muscles together in a last-ditch attempt to evade the ravishment, but she couldn't apply what thinking capacities she had to anything but what was being shoved up into her cunt...the hugely invading barrel of Phillip's cock. The throb of her soft inner flesh seemed to excite his large alien penis even more, and it plowed its way deeper into her vainly resisting passage. She felt the walls of her cringing pussy clasp around it like a glove, and she sensed its every fleshy ridge as her nerve ends transmitted enormous pleasures. Phillip drew the girl harder to his loins by grasping her ivory hips with his clawing fingers and jerking her backwards. He felt her moist, slippery cunt-hole flower open more to receive his cock to greater and greater depths. She was hopelessly impaled and she clenched her thighs in a warm milking action against the pillaging cock methodically screwing her warm, wet cuntal channel. She had no knowledge of the fact that the young French waitress Monique had returned to remove the dishes. Monique had worked the Jacksons' parties before and was not surprised to see Phillip fucking deep into a young woman while Sylvia was sucking a young man's cock. She moved to the end of the banquette where Tony and Sylvia were engaged and when Sylvia saw Monique she said "Would you mind taking over here? I think I will give Phillip a hand." Monique instantly pulled off her short waitress dress and skimmed down her panties. Then without a word being said, She straddled Tony's lap and sank down onto his cock, driving him deep into her welcoming cunt. Then she began rising up and dropping down on his cock in a faster and faster rhythm. As he sank into the throes of his passion Tony wondered what had happened to Carolyn. He looked past Monique and was stunned to see her kneeling on the other side of the banquette with Phillip plunging his long cock into her from behind. His first reaction of anger soon turned to lust as he watched her hips driving back against Phillip, meeting his every thrust. At the same time the way Monique's cunt was squeezing his cock as she rode him removed any last vestiges of complaint he might have had. Sylvia had ripped off her clothes and now, completely naked, was lying on her back in front of Carolyn trying to hunch her cunt into her face. "Go ahead and lick it," said Phillip. "You know you want to." Carolyn gasped at the enticing sight of the tender, pink vaginal slit before her, with its fleshy lips a reddish color swollen with desire and breathed in the musky female scent. She reached out with one tentative, trembling finger and brushed it over the lower belly and inner thighs of the woman before her, her burning eyes staring at the brown triangle of pubic curls and taut ruby lips as more of the delectable cunt was flowering open as Sylvia widened her legs even more. Carolyn was beside herself now, and she extended her middle finger and ran it along the partially open slit of the pussy before her, up and down, entranced by the way it slowly parted and made a slight sucking motion for more. She located the hard nub of the clitoris and tweaked it, rubbing it around and sliding her other fingers in the moistly throbbing mouth of her cunt, her mind a revolving whirlwind, as if she were fingering herself. And all the time the thrusting of Phillip's hard cock continued unabated into her cunt. Unable to control herself any longer, Carolyn dipped her head forward and her hot breath blew searing flames into the open, pink well of the woman's pussy, and her tongue snaked out and made tingling contact with desire-moistened cunt, and she heard Sylvia gasp and shiver and cry for more...more. Her fingers still madly worming around, Carolyn let all thoughts of right and wrong seep away as she clutched the excitedly quivering buttocks before her and tangled her lips and mouth in the curls of pubic hair. She licked hot molten paths all the way along the cuntal lips, right down to the tiny puckered anus, then back up again, to where she nipped the quivering clitoris with her sharp, white teeth and smelled the beautiful bouquet of female aroma coming from Sylvia's heated loins. Her head moved her mouth along the smooth, passion-moist slit, orally fucking faster and faster, sliding her hot, wet tongue far along the throbbing, hair-fringed cunt and reveling in the unintelligible whimperings coming from the woman. Then, as she continued to suck and lick the cunt before her, she felt Phillip pull his cock from her cunt and press the smooth, rubbery tip into the tiny hairless channel of her ass. Carolyn felt his foreskin being stretched back against his long, thick shaft of flesh as it slowly wormed its way up into her rectum, past the tiny barrier of tightly clenching muscle. "Aaaggghhh!" she screamed. "It hurts! You're too big! God almighty, Phillip, you're too big." "Push back and shut up, you little bitch!" the man commanded harshly. Carolyn could hardly think, but she knew that every way was pain and more pain, so she pushed back in hopes of alleviating some of the bursting pressure in her rectum. He was much too huge inside her, widening her buttocks until she thought she would split down the middle, right down her spinal column! The lust-hardened cock surged right up into her warm, rubbery depths, and finally all the way until she was sure it was lodged all the way up in her throat. Phillips's own masochistic joy was almost unbearable as he watched his long, thick cock skewering lewdly up between the soft white moons of her buttocks, the pink edges wet with its own secretions. Tony looked at his wife and was momentarily entranced at the sight of Carolyn on her hands and knees, her small anus wrapped tightly around Phillips's cock with several inches of it engorged in her rectum, her head and beautiful long blonde hair a mass of wild entanglement as she wildly sucked Sylvia's cunt spread wide before her. Then, as Monique's cunt clamped tight around his cock, he felt his cum start the wild ride from his balls and then it was spewing out the tip, streaming deeply into Monique's welcoming cunt. Carolyn was moaning her muffled cries of pain in a tone which left little doubt that she was beginning to enjoy it. Her hips were moving backward of their own volition, meeting Phillip's hard-thrusting cock willingly now and she undulated her buttocks in tiny lewd circles as she felt her orgasm begin. She could feel Phillip's pubic hair against her white, fleshy buttocks, and she knew that she'd taken all of his cock in her ass. "Oh, God. It's so wonderfully terrible," she thought as she felt the blunt intrusion of his thickly swollen cock vibrate through every sinew, and the soft, spongy flesh of her widely stretched anal passage was trembling in the pleasure-pain that filled her ceaselessly. Dinner with the Boss "May I give you my phone number in case you change your mind?" My hand falters as I begin to zip up my suede jacket. Mind and body screamed yes, but I hear myself say no. A sly, knowing smile appears on Semela's beautiful face. "Please come, I always prepare too much food. It will just be my son, husband and myself." After only a brief hesitation I give in. I time out on the last available register and join the swarm of last minute shoppers as I exit the shopping center. Why is it everyone saves their shopping until Christmas Eve? Driving slowly past each house, double checking the address for the house in comparison to the one scribbled on the paper. Noticing a woman waving in my direction from down the street. Sure enough it is Semela and I pull into her driveway and inhale deeply before opening the door and getting hit by a gust of cold dry air. Semela is known around work as the affectionate type, but I am still surprised when she pulls me in for a hug. "I am so glad you made it, I was worried you may have changed your mind." A broad smile is the only reply I offer, not trusting myself with a verbal response. Semela takes me by the hand and leads me inside her house to meet her husband and son. I am a bit surprised once my eyes fall on her husband, Drew. Uncomfortably shifting under his piercing stare, I can't help but wonder if this man is an alcoholic? He looks older than his years and I would be amazed to learn if he has in fact smiled at anytime in the past ten years. Semela's son, Kevin, resembles his father for the most part minus the hard look. A handsome young boy whose smile solely resembles that of his mother. With the formal introductions set aside, Semela briefly shows me around her home. A lovely living room which includes a big screen television, two comfortable recliners, and a large sofa pushed against the far wall directly across from the big screen. In the next room, I admire her stereo system. I was well aware that Semela had money, but this even impressed me. Semela leaned in close and softly whispered, "Only display upstairs is the bedroom." Upon seeing her wink, I couldn't help but turn a bit crimson at her bold statement. Dinner was simply delicious, Semela went all out considering how simple she made it sound the day before. A large honey glazed ham as well as two casseroles and of course dinner rolls. Her son was a bit quiet, but her and Drew were very talkative. Then again, I'm sure the four beers Drew had during dinner helped him think of one annoying pathetic jab after another to direct towards his beautiful wife. Semela did her best to ignore his nagging comments and try to make me feel as comfortable as possible considering the situation and finally I opened up and when she focused all her attention on me, Drew snapped. "I'm going out, all you seem to care about is little miss shy and quiet over here. You haven't paid me any attention for months, so why should today be any different despite the holiday?" Semela glared at her husband and simply stated, "You are making a fool of yourself. Sit down and relax, I'll get you a cup of coffee." My eyes closed tightly as the plate crashed onto the polished wood floor, the sound of it breaking echoing seemingly for centuries. I heard the door leading down to the garage slam shut and Semela tell Kevin to go over to Brandon's house to spend the night. I opened my eyes and saw Semela on her knees on the floor picking up the pieces. I immediately bent down and started helping her. "I'm so sor..." "Don't apologize," I interrupted, my hand briefly brushing alongside hers. "You didn't do anything wrong, don't you dare apologize for his actions. He should be ashamed and he knows it, perhaps that is why he erupted?" Semela shook her head. "He is always erupting. I'm lucky to go a day without getting yelled at or accused of something of which I am innocent." I collected the last few pieces of glass and threw them in the trash. "Has he ever hit you?" Semela didn't even hesitate. "Just once." There was a long silence between us. I was relieved to hear she had only been hit once, but on the other hand, I simply couldn't believe she hadn't divorced Drew. "I love him. He wasn't always this way. Not to mention Kevin. I refuse to separate while Kevin is still a child." I returned to Semela and this time it was I who wrapped my arms around her and pulled her into me for a hug. "I'm fine, really." I couldn't help but smile. "I know that, I just wanted to thank you for inviting me over for dinner." The kitchen filled with soft laughter. "And for giving me a job, a wonderful job that I am quite pleased with." Semela pulled back and whispered, "Now you are sucking up to your boss." Despite Semela being thirty years my senior, she was still as energetic and attractive as ever. A wonderfully independent and caring woman, her charisma appealing to everyone, especially me. With one look at Semela, you just knew you could trust her with your life. "Kiss me." Her simple instruction barely heard over the beating of my own heart. Our lips met briefly before parting and then immediately pressed together once again with a sense of urgency. Her warm tongue parting my lips to explore my hungry mouth. My hands traveled down her back to her firm butt to pull her further against me. A passionate, uninterrupted moan filled the kitchen as her petite hands began massaging my breasts. It wasn't long before her fingers found the button on my jeans. As she unbuttoned my jeans, an idea hit me. I pulled back and turned so I could push my back against her and feel her firm modest breasts against my back. I forced her back against the nearest wall and turned my head to the right and her lips found mine instantly, the meeting sending shivers down my spine. I grinded harder against her and moaned, "Oh god yes," when her fingers made there way inside of my jeans as well as inside my moist thong. While her fingers worked on my hard clit, her other hand massaged my left breast, pinching my tender nipple harder each time even through my cotton shirt. I placed my hand over hers and kissed her more passionately, her fingers quickening there pace sending me closer to the edge. Our fingers intertwined above my breast as I moaned into her mouth signaling my orgasm. My walls abruptly clamped tightly around her fingers and I broke our kiss. We stood silently, her warm delicate hands teasing my hard nipples, while I enjoyed the warmth of her body close by. Finally, I turned to face her and softly said, "Show me your bedroom." Semela took my hand and led me upstairs to her and Drew's bedroom. A rather large room decorated with simple wallpaper, a couple of wildlife pictures framed strategically around the room. The colors in the bedroom weren't at all what I was predicting, they were so different from Semela's personality. Normal, almost boring decorations kept in the very room with the very woman who possesses a quick sense of humor as well as unlimited flawless energy. "You don't like it?" Semela laid down on the bed and motioned for me to join her. I climbed on top of her curvaceous mature body and removed my shirt, grateful I had decided not to bother with a bra that morning, her fingers quickly pulling on my anxious pink nipples. "It's not that honey, it just doesn't seem like you. It doesn't correspond with your personality, your...spunk." I could feel her laughter reverberate through me as I kissed her. I unbuttoned her blouse and admired her black lace bra. Suddenly, as if a light bulb went off above my head, I unsnapped her khaki pants and teased them down her smooth legs only to discover a sexy pair of black panties. I grinned at Semela. "Expecting a wonderful evening weren't you?" Semela kicked her pants off while wrapping her arms around my waist. "I admit I was hopeful." I buried my face into her breasts, the material of her bra rubbing against my chin and part of my cheek. My eyes wandered up her gorgeous body, stopping to look deep into her brown eyes. I teasingly ran a finger slowly from her cleavage, down her stomach, a few gentle circles around her navel and finally over her sexy panties. I wasted little time in removing her panties and finally getting a look at what I had spent countless evenings fantasizing about with only my vibrator to keep me company. As I had hoped, my sexy boss neatly trimmed her dark bush. I pushed my face into her wet center, her soft curls tickling my skin, her strong arousal intoxicating my senses leaving me a bit light headed. I felt her fingers grip my blonde hair as my tongue leisurely explored before finally penetrating deep within her. Her hips found a steady rhythm and soon she was thrashing about on the bed moaning my name, her warm juices seeping between her creamy thighs and coating my admiring face. We helped one another dress without saying a word. We shared one last passionate kiss before Semela walked me to the door. "Thank you for coming," she said with that special twinkle I love in her eyes. "How can I show you my appreciation?" she asked mischievously. "There is one thing," I replied while running a hand through my disheveled hair. "On Monday, wear a business suit to work." Dinner with the Boss This is my first story for Literotica. Hope you enjoy. * "So...." I said, "It's still early, do you want to go somewhere else? We could go to that new club you were talking about if you want?" We'd finished dinner and had been talking over coffee. Just small talk but even small talk with Samantha was interesting. She was smart and I loved that in a woman. This was our third date and even though it hadn't progressed beyond dinner I was still happy to be in her company. Even now I was still surprised in some ways that she'd agreed to go out with me in the first place. We both worked at the same company and it had taken me a long time to get up the nerve to ask her out. Not that I'm shy, just that she'd seemed so out of reach being technically my boss. She was well liked as a person and she was certainly cute. 5' 2" tall I'd guess, petite, straight long blonde hair, and the most amazing blue eyes. Those blue eyes were now looking at me appraisingly and not for the first time I wondered what was going through her mind. Not that she was secretive, just that she was a hard woman to read. Which only added to the attraction I felt towards her. "No. I don't think so. I need a clear head for that meeting tomorrow, and clubbing midweek probably wouldn't be smart. I think you'd better take me home now David." A momentary look of disappointment must have flickered across my face as she smiled and said "Stop that! There'll be other times to go clubbing." "Yes ma'am." I said in my best conciliatory voice. She grinned and added "And don't call me ma'am either. I'm twenty-five and way too young to be a "ma'am". Ok?" I smiled back as I beckoned to the nearest waiter and asked for the check. After paying we rose from the table and wandered out into the street. It was September and the air was still pleasantly warm even at this time of the evening. We walked down the sidewalk to the parking lot to my car and I opened the door for her as I always did. She climbed in and I shut the door and walked around the front of the car and got in myself. I started the engine and pulled out into traffic and started the somewhat long journey back to her house in the suburbs. Samantha was quiet and that was another thing I liked about her. She didn't feel the need to chatter away just to make a noise. She was comfortable with silences and so was I. I glanced over at her. She seemed lost in thought as she looked out her window. Thirty minutes later I pulled up outside her house and turned the engine and lights off. Samantha turned to me and said "You were right you know David." "I was?" She giggled and said "Yes. You said it was still early. And it is. Want to come in and have a coffee?" I was a little taken aback. Although I'd dropped her off at home a couple of times before she'd never asked me in. I'd always hoped of course, but until now it hadn't happened. "Yes, I'd love to. Thank you." "Come on then." She said as she opened the door and climbed out. We walked up the path and she opened the front door. She switched on the hallway light and I took my first look around the inside of her house. It was very old-fashioned which was a bit surprising, as I would have expected it to be very modern. As I said -- a hard woman to read. We went into what turned out to be the living-room. "Sit yourself down and make yourself comfortable. I'm going to change into something more comfortable." She cocked her head and laughed and said "That sounds so clichéd! I'll be back in a minute and I'll make that coffee I promised you." As she walked out of the room my eyes followed her. She'd worn a simple summer dress tonight and it flounced wonderfully as she walked across the room. Not too short but short enough to show off her lovely long slim legs. I looked around the room as I waited for her return. Her taste was obviously eclectic judging from the variety of ornaments and pictures she had. I wandered around for a few minutes and then sat myself down on a long white leather couch to wait. Seconds later Samantha walked back in carrying two mugs of coffee. She put them down on the cane coffee table. She was wearing what can only be described as a long tee-shirt now. I couldn't help noticing her nipples through the thin cotton material. And it was short. Very short. God she had lovely legs. "White with one sugar right? Like you do after dinner at the restaurant?" I nodded and said "Yes, that's great. Thank you." She took her coffee and sat at the other end of the couch. She swung her legs up onto the couch itself so that her feet were almost touching me. "You don't mind do you?" she asked quizzically. "Hey... it's your house." I replied with a smile. "So it is!" she answered and laughed. With that the conversation turned to the upcoming meeting. As we talked I couldn't help looking at her legs. Her tee-shirt had slid quite a way up her thighs as she'd put her feet up. I lost track of the conversation a little as I wondered about what she was wearing underneath it. "Well?" I heard. "What do you think?" I looked at her confusedly having no idea what she was talking about having been so deep in thought. She giggled at my confusion and said "Mind elsewhere was it?" I could feel my face going red as I dumbly nodded my head. She burst out laughing as my embarrassment deepened. "I'm sorry." She said. "I'm not laughing at you. Honestly." She added with a wicked grin. She swung her legs to the floor and stood up. Moving to my end of the couch she said "May I?" Not sure what she meant I just said "Yes." And to my surprise she sat straight down on my lap and cuddled up close to me. To say I was surprised is quite an understatement. "Now... where was your mind did you say?" I let out a deep breath and said "On you." "Good." She put an arm around my neck and pulled me towards her. "You can touch if you want..." she whispered in my ear. And I did want. Very badly. I always had. I gently touched the inside of her calf and slowly ran my fingers up and down it, marveling at the softness of her skin. As my fingers moved higher, past her knee, she slowly opened her legs a little for me. My fingers circled higher and higher on her thigh until my hand was underneath her tee-shirt. My fingertips brushed the elastic of her panties and she gave a sharp intake of breath and opened her legs wider for me. Her tee-shirt was up round her waist now and I could see she was wearing a pair of simple white cotton panties. As my fingers moved onto the material and I touched her intimately for the first time she gasped and pushed against my hand. Resisting the urge to immediately slip my fingers inside her panties I traced slow circles around her pussy. I smiled to myself as I realized the cotton was already damp. I slowly ran my fingers the length of her pussy lips feeling them easily through the thin cotton before gently rubbing the area of her clit. She closed her eyes and moaned softly as I rubbed a little harder. Only then did I slip my fingers under the elastic of her panties. I gently parted her pussy lips and ran my fingers up and down between her clit and pussy before slowly slipping a finger inside her. She arched her back and pushed herself deeper onto my finger as I used my thumb to gently rub her clit. As I continued stroking her clit I knew she was getting close but I didn't want her to come yet. I suddenly took my hand away and her eyes opened in surprise. "What...?" I put a finger to her lips and she stopped talking but looked at me thoughtfully. I put my arms beneath her and picked her up as I stood up from the couch. I then sat her on the couch and kneeled down in front of her. I ran my hands up the side of her legs and underneath her tee-shirt until I found her panties. As I started to pull them down she obligingly lifted herself slightly. With her panties gone she slid herself forward slightly and opened her legs wide for me, giving me my first real look at her. She was clean-shaven and had small neat pussy lips. Her pussy looked small, and dark, and wet, and inviting. She really was truly beautiful. I moved forward between her legs and putting my face close to her I could smell her sex for the first time. I ran the tip of my tongue around the rim of her pussy. She tasted divine and I ran my tongue up between her pussy lips before slowly circling her clit with it. Slipping a finger deep inside her I quickly went to work on her clit with my tongue. Flicking it across her at an ever-increasing speed. I pushed my finger deeper into her pussy and started tracing circles round her G-spot. She grabbed my head and pulled me hard onto her clit, her breathing now short and ragged. Seconds later I felt the first tremors of her orgasm as it hit. A long slow moan escaped her as she ground her sex against my face. As her orgasm subsided I lifted my head and said "Well ma'am, was that ok?" She smiled. "Only twenty-five. Remember?" Samantha stood up from the couch and standing on tip-toe she reached up and kissed me softly on the lips. As she did she slipped my jacket from my shoulders and let it drop to the floor. Breaking the kiss she unbuttoned my shirt and took that off too. Running her fingers lightly across my chest her fingers traced a path down to my cock, which, not surprisingly, was hard. "I guess your mind really was on me." she said with a grin. Shoes and socks quickly followed the shirt and jacket. As she knelt on the floor in front of me she looked up as she slowly unbuttoned my pants. Once they were off she ran her hands up the side of my legs and up into my boxers. My turn to gasp now as her fingers wrapped themselves around my cock. Her touch was electric. She took her hands out and pulled my boxers down to the ground. She leaned forward and slowly took me into her mouth. As I felt her tongue running along the underside of my cock she took all of me inside. It was as much as I could do not to cum on the spot. Samantha must have been a mind reader as she suddenly came off me. "You can cum in my mouth later. But right now I want you inside me." "Later?" I thought. I can live with that. Samantha stood up, kissed me again and whispered "Lie down." I did as she wanted and then she stood over me. As I looked up at her I had a wonderful view of her smooth-shaven pussy. She pulled her tee-shirt over her head and for the first time I saw her totally naked. Her breasts were small but nicely shaped and her nipples were hard and erect. She knelt on the floor straddling me and reaching back between her legs she took hold of my cock and pointed it upwards. Slowly, ever so slowly, she lowered herself onto me. Her pussy was warm and wet, and tight. Tighter than I expected but I certainly wasn't complaining. Only when I was fully inside her did she start to fuck me. For a few seconds I just lay there enjoying the feel of her warmth and wetness around me. I ran my hands along the side of her thighs and up to her waist enjoying the feel of her skin. Moving my hands up to her breasts I took each nipple in my fingers and tweaked them gently. She gasped and ground against me harder giving a little twist of her hips each time I was fully inside her. Her need was getting more urgent now as she fucked me. So was mine for that matter and I started to rise to meet her, penetrating her even more deeply. She moaned and lay down against my chest so that I could fuck her. My hands still on her breasts I pinched her nipples again. "Harder." She whispered fiercely. I pinched as hard as I could and she gasped. Her orgasm hit and hit hard. I could feel the tremors and spasms around my cock and I knew I was going to cum too. Moving my hands to her ass I pulled her down hard onto my cock as I thrust into her tight wet pussy one last time. I exploded deep within her and just held her against me as spurt after spurt erupted. As I subsided she lifted her face to me and holding her head in my hands I kissed her softly on the lips.