She had sent a message on the dating app on a Monday afternoon, just a sweet hello and wondered if I wanted to chat as it seemed I was nearby. At the time I was sat at the very back of a conference room in an empty row, bored and happy to be distracted with a long day of listening to presentations ahead.
Her pictures were not great -- a bit blurry, a few with her mates on a night out and one smiling behind a glass of wine. She was in her thirties, with long dark hair, curvy body and with a lovely set of full lips. She had a couple of private images too, and her bio described her as nervous but keen to 'date but nothing serious'. Her only pastime was her children and "Netflix and chill". She was indeed showing as only a couple of miles away.
We exchanged a few messages about how our day and week was going. I found out she was a single mum, at home each day and somewhat bored. The chat turned somewhat flirty when I asked what she really was looking for -- and she offered to share her private photographs on the dating app. They confirmed my suspicions. The first image was her lying on the bed, taken as a selfie with her voluptuous boobs clad in only a maroon bra. The second was taken in a mirror, phone next to her face, and her wearing a very tight outfit, accenting her curves -- she was probably a size 18.
By now the conference was on coffee break and I had to go and be sociable -- without phone and dating messages pinging in hand. When I returned to the conference room, I glanced at my phone. I had a few messages -- ranging from a flirtation to a concern I was ghosting her. I messaged back, confirming I was here still but was back into the boredom of the conference so could 'chat' again.
"What are you doing tomorrow?" she had enquired.
"Same boring presentations" I replied.
"Well why don't you duck out and come for a coffee?" she countered, with a wink and kiss emoji.
"Oh, I could, but you had best not tell my boss! It had better be worth it for the risk I am taking...." was my honest reply.
"I can make it well worth your while." came the reply -- this time with three kiss emojis at the end.
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We had arranged to meet at a local hotel for coffee at 10am. Right on time I walked in and scoured the nearby empty reception and lounge area. Claire was tucked in the far corner, next to an open fire. Her hair was down, and she was wearing a velvety top, somewhat tight across her ample boobs, and faded jeans with warm snow boots on. Very much the practical school run mum outfit. I, however, had dressed for the conference -- so was in a full suit and tie. She stood up as I approached with a smile and offered me a rather awkward handshake of welcome.
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The next 30 minutes flew by in small talk, with Claire relaxing with every passing minute. She was indeed very nervous at first and explained that she had chosen the hotel in case I was a weirdo and because she wanted to not be in her local café - where everyone would know her. I managed to coax out of her that she was a mum to one lad, and she had no time on her own with evenings and weekends full of childcare. I have to say I found the conversation rather one-sided and was not sure I was that attracted to her. She was bigger than the photo's had suggested and combined with a dearth of flirting / one sided conversation, I felt rather awkward. However, it was better than the conference.
I offered a second coffee. She reached out to my hand on the table.
"I have some coffee at mine" she said with a nervous tone but looking me directly in the eye "Why don't we go there?".
My heart was now somersaulting -- this was clearly an offer of more than coffee. I still wasn't sure, but thought some sex was much more interesting than the conference, and so quickly agreed.
We drove into her road, and she directed me to park outside a neat and modern block of flats. We went in and up to the first floor, and into her rather messy flat. She showed me through to the lounge and I sat on the black leather sofa while she went to put the kettle on and take her boots off. I noticed that the light coloured blinds were still drawn, lending some privacy to the room.
Claire walked back into the lounge and sat next to me -- like right against me. She looked me in the eye and placed her hand on my thigh.
"Do you want to do this?" she said, very nervously.
"That depends on what 'this' is" I replied, knowing full well what she meant "You need to tell me" I said, hoping for a clear indication.
"I am hoping you want to fuck" she said, much more directly than I had expected. I didn't reply, I just leant in for a kiss. We kissed gently at first, but very quickly she brough her hand up and pulled my face to herself. Claire's breathing rapidly increased, and her kisses became very intense. Her heat was rising, and she was trying to put her other arm around me on the sofa. Unable to do that with my arm already there, she eased backwards, pulling me down with her.
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I was unable to release my kissing, as she pulled my head and body around and down onto hers. I twisted around now and stretched to kiss her properly. My free hand now lay on her soft side and began roaming up to her boob. She responded by pressing my lips even harder against hers, our mouths now mashed together. We continued to snog like this for a couple of minutes, with my hand roaming her breast, which was clearly hidden under her bra padding.
Claire now started to push my suit jacket off, but in our intertwined and sofa bound position, it was not going to come off. I pulled away and started to remove my jacket myself. Claire instantly began to undo her belt and unbutton her jeans. By the time I had pulled off my tie and bent down to undo my shoes, she was lifting her hips and shuffling her jeans off -- with her knickers too.
The velvety top it transpired was also swiftly removed, revealing a black lacy bra top / bodice, which covered most of her upper half, but revealing a c-section scar just above her pubic hair. I leant back in to kiss her and was met with her hands pulling me back in to kiss her, but also pulling me around in front of her. I dropped to my knees, and she spread her legs so that I could come back in to kiss her more.
As we kissed, she grabbed my right hand and pulled it down to her pussy mound, indicating what she wanted. My fingers felt her short pussy hair, and as I slid down her wetness, my middle finger parting her folds. Claire's head fell back, and she gasped, her legs falling wider still. I slowly moved my fingers around, feeling my way and exploring her pussy. She was soaking wet and had a large cleft but felt small and tight to my finger as I moved back and forth gently. Claire arched her back a little, her head back and eyes closed. She moaned gently, pulling my arm to indicate a faster movement. I obliged, running my index finger along her slit and into her entrance a little, but speeding up my movements.
