I met her the first day of a four day professional conference in Philadelphia, a stunning redhead in her mid-40s, about 10 years younger than me. I noticed her at the very first session I attended. She sat in the same row as I did and I was immediately struck by her beauty. What little makeup she wore was impeccably applied. She was wearing fairly conservative clothing; plain black dress slacks, sensible low heeled shoes, and a plain gray blouse, roomy enough to belie her ample breasts. Yet I could not take my eyes off her. There was something about her.
I didn't think she noticed me at all during that first session, but by sheer coincidence we chose to attend the same sessions all day long, and by the last session of that afternoon she smiled at me, a smile that said, "Hey, I know you, I think." To my surprise she sat next to me and extended her hand.
"Hi, I'm Diane."
I shook her hand, noticing the perfectly manicured long red nails. "My name's David," I replied.
"Am I imagining things, or are you following me around? If I'm not mistaken you have been at all the sessions I attended this morning."
"Wow, I didn't think you'd noticed me. What do you think of the program so far?"
"How could I not notice you? You've been staring at me all day."
I blushed. "Guilty as charged, but forgive me, I couldn't help it. I find you extremely attractive. I'm sorry if I have offended you."
"No, I'm not offended. I'm flattered. I can't remember the last time any man paid much attention to me. Oh, by the way, I don't think I learned all that much this morning that I will be able to use in my classroom. How about you?"
"I got to admit, slim pickings for me too; but at least I wasn't bored having you around!"
We chatted some more and then paid respectful attention to the presentation. As soon as the question-and-answer session started, we picked up where we left off. She asked, "Do you have plans for dinner tonight?"
"No, I don't," I replied, too quickly, I immediately thought.
"I don't either," she said. "May I suggest we continue our conversation tonight over dinner?"
"Why, I think that would be great! There's a great Italian restaurant two blocks down the street from this hotel. How does that sound to you?"
"I love Italian. Let's say 7 PM in the lobby?"
"Works for me. See you then."
As I made my way to my hotel room my mind raced. What am I getting myself into? What if this develops into something, well, complicated? But that was my mind. My heart was in cahoots with an entirely different organ. By this time it was 5:30, and even though I took my time showering, shaving, and getting dressed I found I still had well over half an hour to kill. Time seemed to creep by so slowly.
I arrived at the lobby five minutes early and was not surprised that she was not there, but when she showed up she took my breath away. She was by most standards a tall woman, about 5' 9". However standing in her shiny, black stilettos with 3 inch heels she was at least an inch taller than me. She had applied just a tad more makeup than she had worn during the day; a little brighter shade of red on her lips, a little more mascara and eyeliner around her green eyes.
Over a plain crisp, black blouse, she wore a very stylish red and black vest. A simple knee-length, charcoal gray skirt revealed just enough of her gorgeous legs encased in sheer black nylon stockings.
She beamed a radiant smile as she approached me clearly basking in my worship and admiration. "I take it that you approve?" she asked. All I could do was nod dumbly, and drink her in with my eyes.
Dinner was great. We ate very well, talked almost nonstop, and consumed an entire bottle of fine Italian claret. After dinner I offered her my arm, we strolled back to the hotel and I suggested a couple of nightcaps in the bar. She agreed and we sat down at a cocktail table for two and ordered drinks. She sat in such a way that when she crossed her legs her skirt obligingly rode up her thigh and parted at the slit, revealing more leg than I had seen thus far. I could not help but stare at those gorgeous legs in those sexy high heeled shoes.
The alcohol loosened our inhibitions and she could not stop smiling. She looked me in the eyes and said, "You've been staring at my legs an awful lot tonight. I take it you like what you see."
"'Like' is an understatement. You have the most gorgeous legs I have ever seen. I just can't take my eyes off them."
"Well," she said, "you flatter me; but I would be a liar if I said I did not enjoy being at the center of your attention tonight. However, it's getting late, and we have more workshops to go to tomorrow. I think I had better head up to my room."
I rose, took her hand and helped her to her feet. "Would you mind if I accompanied you back to your room?"
"That would be great. Thanks."
When we got to the elevator there was nobody around. The elevator doors slid open. We entered. The doors closed. I reached for her hand and drew her to me. We kissed. Tentatively at first, but then with mounting passion. Her lips parted and her tongue probed my mouth. I returned the favor but before too long we arrived at her floor and the doors opened. We stepped out and walked hand-in-hand down the hall. She took the key card from her purse, slid it into the lock, and opened the door. She stepped into the room, looked over her shoulder, smiled, extended her arm, and crooked her index finger towards me, curling it and uncurling it to beckon me inside.
She pulled me to her, and we were all over one another. We tumbled onto the bed and kissed feverishly. My brain again said, "What in the hell you do think you're doing!?" But my little head easily won that battle. Our tongues fenced, I drank in her perfume, and she whimpered.
Our mouths pulled away from one another briefly, but long enough for her to utter, "Take off your clothes." I wasn't sure that that was what she said and so I looked at her quizzically. Staring me straight in the eyes she repeated the sentence in a breathy barely audible voice. "Take off your clothes."
Although I could barely hear her, the tone was unmistakable. This was not a request. It was more a command. Wordlessly I obeyed quickly and shed every ounce of clothing. I stood at the foot of the bed with my hard cock poking out at attention. She smiled, no, she laughed just a little, a barely audible little smirk. She sat up and crawled across the bed to me, pointed a finely lacquered nail at a drop of precum that had oozed out of my cock. "You are happy to see me!"
She stood up and said, "Help me take off my clothes." I, of course, obliged. First came the vest, and then the blouse. By this time my reaction was almost predictable. Another gasp escaped from my lips as I beheld a pair of perfect, creamy tits supported by a lacy, black and gray half cup bra that clearly displayed the treasures, complete with their perfect, erect nipples.
She undid the clasp of her skirt, unzipped the zipper, and let the skirt drop to her feet. She stepped out of her skirt and stood there in her killer heels and a pair of sheer black nylon stockings that reached all the way to the tops of her thighs, suspended by a barely present, lacy black garter belt. I was awestruck.
She reached for the clasp of her bra but my hand rose almost involuntarily to block hers from completing the action. Hoarsely I managed to say, "Don't. Leave everything on, especially the heels. You look so fabulously sexy." She smiled and pulled me close to her. In my ear she whispered, "Will you do something special for me tonight, something naughty, something I don't normally get?"
"Of course," I said, my lust fired brain willing to do just about anything for this goddess. "What is it?"
"Well," she whispered, "my husband never, ever kisses me, well, you know, down there" pointing at her cunt. I needed no further instructions, requests, or encouragement. "Lie down on the bed," I said.
She sat down, scooted backwards, pulled her knees up and opened her legs. "Well," I said, "it looks like there's a barrier in the way," referring to her black lace panties. "Not for long," she replied, slipping the thong rapidly down her legs and off.
I knelt on the bed and bent over to worship her womanhood. I licked and kissed my way up the inside of one thigh and then the other, savoring the cool smoothness of her nylons, and worming my tongue under the straps of her garter belt to lick the creamy skin there. She began to whimper and to moan. "Don't tease me, David. I need your tongue inside now."
This was not a request; but I took my time. I licked the tender skin between her cunt and her anus. I continued up into her cunt, licking the labia slowly and deliberately, finally teasing her engorged clit by flicking the tip of my tongue over it. "Yessssss," she hissed, and grabbed my head with both hands.
"Use your tongue like a cock," she commanded, and I made my tongue as long and hard as I could. I stuck it into the slit and started to piston it in and out by moving my head like a woodpecker's. However, I was apparently not doing it to her satisfaction and she grabbed my head with both hands forcing it back and forth pushing and pulling my tongue in and out. She kept this up for a minute or two before her hands and arms tired.
"Suck it!" she exclaimed. "Suck my clit!"
I complied and enclosed my lips around her clit. To my surprise it had become very engorged and stood erect, almost an inch long, like a tiny cock, it's hood not capable of coming anywhere near covering it anymore.
"Yesss!" she hissed again. "That's it. Suck it. Sick it in and out, suck it. Don't stop, Don't ever stop. Oh my god, oh my god. That's soooooo good."
Her hands were still on my head urging me to move it up and down to the rhythm they set. I was beside myself with raw lust. Never had I encountered a clit this size. It excited me beyond anything I had ever experienced. I wanted to suck her. I needed to suck her. There was nothing else that mattered except her engorged clit.
She drenched my mouth, my chin, my throat with her copious cunt juices. My mouth continually filled with her nectar and I had to swallow to keep from choking. She continued to moan, "Soooo good. Yesssss! Suck my big clit! Suck it! Keep sucking it!"
She came forcefully and for far longer than I had ever experienced a woman coming. She let go of my head and I came up for air.
