I never thought it would happen to me ...

Sunday, November 14

Long Lunch

As she downed the end of her third drink, Jane's thoughts became increasingly erotic to the point of being dirty.

Conjuring up lurid images of men from the past, filling in the blanks for parts she can't remember or changing parts that could have been better.

Her free hand began to caress her inner thigh as she recalled a specifically enjoyable experienced that occurred in her own home.

It was around 6 months ago when Jane happened to meet a handsome young man at a business lunch with a few clients. She sat across from him and all through lunch they exchanged fleeting glances over white wines and as the late lunch continued they moved on to cocktails. The once fleeting glances became longer and more frequent, leading to casual brushes of their feet under the table as the alcohol removed inhibitions.

As the lunch came to a close, Jane felt she was in no shape to return to the office after having a few too many cocktails. She located the handsome young man she was making fevered eye contact with and asked if he could drive her home as she was feeling a little under the weather.

"Of course my fair lady. It would be a privilege" he replied with a knowing twinkle in his eye and a growing firmness below his belt. He held open the passenger side door to his convertible sports car and could not help but marvel at her shapely legs and firm, ample breasts as she lowered herself into the car.

Jane knew her skirt was riding scandalously up her thighs but she did not care. In fact she loved it. She could almost feel the gaze of the ruggedly handsome man sitting next to her and was also becoming quite turned on by the open admiration being paid to her by motorists in 4WD's and other large cars whose drivers craned their necks for a second look as they drove past.

She led Matthew inside with the promise of a cool drink and proceeded to sit on the lounge as he was closing the front door. As he was playing with the dead bolt, a devilish smile crossed her face as an equally devilish thought crossed her mind. When he turned around, Jane drew her black skirt up to her waist and lifted her legs up to the seat of the lounge, spreading them almost to a 180 degree angle to reveal her red silk g-string that matched the colour of the tight fitting top that clung to her heaving breasts. Her wetness showed through the material as he looked on in a state of semi shock.

"I have something for you to drink here" she said with a sultry tone that turned his manhood instantly to stone.He knelt on the floor in front of her as she parted her g-string panties before his hungry mouth, inviting him to drink of her lusciously wet lips. And he drank.

He was not gentle as his face thrust towards her warm moist pussy and deeply penetrated it with his long probing tongue. Jane was equally wild as she ground her hips into his face. The soft yielding flesh between her milky thighs gave way to him as the gyrations of his practiced tongue grew stronger, deeper and faster.

When Jane came it was like an explosion of ecstasy emanating from deep within her that spread like electric waves of pleasure washing over her still nubile body that seemed to tighten around his gifted tongue. As the sensations subsided she looked upon him and marvelled at the immense pleasure he seemed to gain from dispensing it to her.

Jane returned the favour to Matthew as he lay back on the lounge with a far away look in his eyes until he too was close to a fantastic climax. Having removed her red top whilst being pleasured by Matthew, she leant forward and placed his hard throbbing cock between her ample bosom until he blew his hot sticky load over her chest. He moaned with delight as he shuddered his final thrust into her large wet breasts that accepted his semen willingly.

She never saw him again after that, however she often thinks about the man who showed her how good it could feel to have someone go down on her after having been disappointed so often in the past when men had attempted to do it.

When Jane came back into the real world from her short journey into her erotic past, she found that her now warm and sticky fingers had been exploring the regions of her body that longed for the touch of a man. Places that have for too long been wanting for a firm hand or the heat of experienced manhood. Her fingers continued to absent mindedly toy with the soft warm flesh that lay beneath her skimpy panties while her thoughts continued, fired by scotch and desire.
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