Watching Annie walk a few paces in front of him made his cock twitch. The delicious swell and sway of her hips excited him. She had flirted with him during virtually every meeting break. She'd sent all the signs that said she was interested. She had brushed up against him, touched him, batted her eyelashes and flipped her short blond tresses. He was positive she had been eyeing him and had timed her departure with his. She was dangerously cute and didn't have a bad side but the view from behind was delectable.
As the two of them passed out of sight of the main conference center along one of the narrow meandering paths between the beach and the condos her gait slowed; she knew full well that he was behind her. He quickly caught up with her.
"Why, Dave, fancy meeting you here!" She was grinning. She moved in close, violating his personal space. He could see the soft swell of her young breasts in the moon light; he was positive that she had released more than one button on the white cotton blouse stretched so tightly across her perfect tits. The meeting had been very casual; he was in shorts and she was wearing a short skirt appropriate to the climate and venue.
He considered replying with an equally flirtatious retort but thought better of it. Her perfumed essence filled his senses and overpowered his normally cautious resolve. A thought flicked across his consciousness; it was something about not screwing around at these stupid meetings. He ignored it as his arms went around her tight little body and his lips found hers. She responded as he had hoped and expected. His strong hands quickly slid down to her round, pert little ass. She whimpered and boldly let her own hand slip down the back of his shorts. He groaned. Encouraged by her actions he flipped up her tiny skirt and found her smooth thong clad rump. Her rear was firm; her skin was soft and flawless. A hand moved around the perimeter of his shorts and fondled his hard cock. His hand found its way under the flimsy thong and found her tightly coifed little cunt. It was hot and slippery. His talented fingers toyed there; she groaned.
They both broke the kiss with the same thought in mind: where? Everyone had a roommate. The condos which were their lodging for this meeting were owned by investors who allowed the resort to rent them out for meetings like this one. The real owners only got the use of their property a few weeks a year. It was off season and most of them were vacant since their group was relatively small. Each unit had an ample patio fronted by a privacy hedge. They both seemed to come to the same conclusion at the same instant; the entire complex of condos directly to their left was dark and almost certainly vacant. There would be patio furniture there; they could fuck there. Taking her hand he led her through a thin gap in the bushes. Standing on the small patio they resumed their mutual exploration in earnest.
The patio furniture had vinyl crossed webbing; it wouldn't be terribly comfortable and they both knew it but it wouldn't matter. Their clothing was already in small piles on the concrete floor; they were deliciously naked in the cool night air. Just as he was sure that she was about to sink to her knees and service his painfully stiff cock with her hot little mouth he broke away, much to her consternation.
The resort had tight security at the front gate, a high chain link fence on the perimeters and guards at the two extremes of the private beach. There was ample staff; maybe, just maybe owners weren't overly security conscious within a highly secure environment. He remembered misplacing his key at another meeting; he couldn't see if the sliding glass door had a security bar or pin but it was worth the effort to find out. With one hand on the edge of the door and the other on the handle he quickly jerked the panel upward; it popped out of its track and the flimsy latch immediately released. Annie dashed inside and he quickly followed, reinserting the door in its track. They had entered through the bedroom and both tumbled on to the king size bed with a collective giggle.
Annie quickly slid down his body and began teasing him with her hot little mouth; she arched her back and came up on her knees. That amazingly round little ass glistened in the soft moon light. Annie had no intention of prolonging the tease. She could be a very nasty little slut when she wanted to; she knew exactly the way to a man's heart. She was also one of those very special young women that loved the feel of a smooth, stiff dick in her mouth and relished the reward at the climax of her well perfected oral exercise. She quickly engulfed her man's cock; he wasn't her man yet but she had been wet most of the day thinking about how she would make him so...and this was only the first act.
The man in question could not believe how good her hot, wet, supple mouth felt nor how quickly she had engulfed him. Like all men he loved to have his dick sucked. Like too many men he had made a crucial mistake a few years earlier. He had married an attractive young woman who wasn't an eager or accomplished cock sucker. He had assumed that it would improve after they were married and with time. It hadn't; it never does. If anything their sex life had gone downhill from the moment he had said, "I do". She had said she wanted children; she had lied. She loved horses; he bought her one. Riding horses seemed to excite her more than riding him. He had called it quits after four years; she had not protested. Thank God for prenuptial agreements and women with careers.
In his life he recalled only two signature blow jobs and one of those had been a pro. He quickly discerned that the one he was now receiving would be number three and in all likelihood be at the pinnacle.
Annie held him off until she felt the familiar ache that said it's time. Caressing his hard nuts with her slim fingers and diddling his tight little ass hole with her other hand she made him cum exactly when she wanted him to. She adored the feel and taste of a man's juice in her mouth and this man's tasted fresh and...manly. She made damn sure he knew she had swallowed every drop and hoped that he would kiss her. He did not disappoint. As their positions reversed she prayed that he would be as orally accomplished as she was. If not she would have plenty of time to train him.
She had picked him just as certainly as the leader of the herd picks a mate. She'd known since she had met him over a year earlier that she wanted him and would have him. She'd quickly made friends with him, stroked his ego and found excuses to talk to him and spend time with him. She had known the second she had first seen him that she wanted his genetic code; they would make babies together---beautiful babies. She had very subtly ratcheted up the seduction mode over the past year, not making the mistake of coming on too strong too soon. This meeting provides the perfect opportunity to move things forward.
She liked him; she was fond of him. She was pretty sure she didn't love him and knew she wasn't in love with him. Love was terribly overrated. She wanted to be married and she wanted children. Love would come---wouldn't it? It didn't really matter. He was handsome, successful and by all accounts and her own experience a really nice guy. And she already knew he wanted babies; she knew that her plumbing worked perfectly and she could give him what he wanted...everything he wanted.
She was also discovering as she brought her thoughts back to the present that he would need little if any additional training in the pussy eating department. If necessary she would have faked it and he would have been none the wiser; she smiled when she realized that no canard would be required. God she loved to cum! Certainly she knew how to make herself do so but it was far more gratifying when a man did it. He was not that old and she was sure he was hard again. Her favorite part was at hand; she loved the feel of a man's cock inside her and almost came at the instant of penetration. He'd eaten her with finesse; a good fuck was quite likely.
He loved eating pussy almost more than fucking it and hers was sweet and as near to perfection as any he had ever enjoyed. He'd had women fake it before; his ex-wife didn't like any part of oral sex and only occasionally accommodated him. He was positive that in Annie's case the orgasm had snuck up on her. If she had been prepared to accommodate him---and there was a point at which she seemed distracted---the real thing had taken her by surprise. He knew damn well that the second completely unexpected one he had extracted from her perfect little body had taken her completely by surprise.
Oh, my! That was a very nice surprise! He's very good. He didn't go through the motions with that typical, "she expects me to go down on her" attitude that so many men had. He genuinely got off on sucking my clit. Good oral sex, financial security, good genes and with any luck, strong little swimmers...was love really essential? That big house on the hill would be hers sooner rather than later. There were lots of rooms for babies. She'd look damn good on his arm and he would be the best looking man in the room. She had her definition of a fairy tale completely worked out and love was not remotely near the top of the list. He had no reputation as a cheater; that was good. She knew that even if his eye wandered she had the tools and talents to keep his cock where it belonged. She'd only shown him a glimpse of what he could expect if she was his wife.
She didn't hate her job but if truth be told it was just one more step along with college and grad school toward her ultimate goal. She wanted to be a Mrs. Not a Miss. She wanted a handsome and successful husband and all that came with it. More than anything she wanted to be called "mommy" by at least two and maybe three people. This man was certainly not the first one she had targeted in her quest but he was head and shoulders above the other prospects she had pursued and events were unfolding exactly according to plan.
