I learned my lesson the hard way on what not to wear in the streets of NYC. Fresh from LA, the car capital of the US, I wore a skimpy sundress, which proceeded to blow up from the wind that whipped across the avenues. I got so many catcalls and men talking bullshit to me, that I had to take a cab and swore to be more inconspicuous next time. The dress⦠the dress was an orange and white number with a flower pattern on it and had thin straps at the top, barely holding the dress on my shoulders. It wasn't obnoxiously short, but it was above the knees and the top half was loose enough for anyone to get a full view of my tits anytime I bent or leaned over. The material was thin and the outline of my brown nipples peeked through the white parts of the fabric. When standing directly in the sunlight, it was apparent that I wore no underwear.
The office I met my boss at was on the eastside of Manhattan, where it was mostly businesses. Once inside of the office, I was in my element and in control, which I love. The meeting was quick and painless. I played my role as the sexy assistant to the T. By the time we were done talking business, it was evening and my boss invited Ted, our client, a handsome man in his 50's out to a Sushi restaurant where we proceeded to get trashed on saki. At this point, the attention was on me. Ted kept asking my boss how he was able to have such a pretty assistant and not have his wife be jealous. We both told him that I told his wife that I was a lesbian.
As the night went on, the straps on my peek-a-boo style dress continued slipping off of my shoulders, giving him quick views of my breasts. Eventually the sneak peeks turned into stares. We all got to know each other better. Ted is a happily married man, who has a house in New Jersey and two kids. Tonight, he was not acting like he was married. Eventually my boss called it a night, but encouraged us to hang out as long as we wanted and the night was "on him."
We ended up tucked in the corner booth at a trendy bar in the east village and drank Long Island ice teas all night. It was pretty private back there. People were around, but no one was paying attention to anyone else except the ones they were with. We were kind of an odd couple, being that I am at least 26 or 27 years younger then he is. I am of mixed races and he looks like an older corporate guy. A real Michael Douglas type.
Needless to say, I was totally fucked up and I didn't care. I just knew I was going to fuck him that night. As the night progressed, my dress had slipped off of my shoulders, exposing more than just my breasts. A few times my nipple popped out as well.
We just laughed and laughed. I was having a great time and I am sure he was too. Eventually we even joked about underwear and what he liked and didn't like.
I told him that I rarely wear any. He didn't believe me so I had to prove it to him by flashing my hairless and wet pussy. When I drink, I get so horny. Old fashion seduction of "eye winking" and coy laughter has never been my thing. I am straight up "gonzo" porno style gal. "See the pussy! Taste the pussy! Fuck the pussy" is my motto! I reached down in between my legs and slid my finger into my sopping wet pussy. I pulled it out and slipped it into my mouth, tasting my juices. "You want some?" I asked. "Please"! He responded. He wasn't even in surprised that I did that.
It was like he knew he was going to get this pussy. I liked his confidence. I dipped my finger once again into my wet honey box and pulled out a long string of my tasty love juice. He asked for more. I told him we could not get into it properly here at the bar, so I invited him back to my hotel room.
After paying the bill and stumbling into a cab, I found myself spread-eagle in the back seat of the taxi as he fingered my pussy. I didn't care who could see us, including the cab driver, who obviously could see everything. By the time we got to the hotel in SoHo, I had my one finger in my ass and one in my pussy, letting him watch me play with myself. The doorman for the hotel opened the cab door, getting a full glimpse of my exposed pussy as I climbed out of the cab. He was young and very handsome and had a huge grin on his face. I am sure at this hotel he has seen a lot of wild stuff.
We stumbled into the lobby and into the elevator. Inside the elevator I immediately grabbed his dick for the first time. It was rock hard and appeared to be big. I knew there were cameras in the elevator, so I chose to wait to attack him. He had his hand on my ass, lifting my skirt up in order to squeeze it. His hands were big and strong. We began to kiss each other hard and furiously, but then the elevator doors opened to my floor.
We rushed to the room and immediately dropped my dress to the floor. The light from the street lamps illuminated the room as I fell onto the bed, legs spread and ready for some good old fashion sex. He got on top of me and began kissing my neck, moving down to my breast, tummy and landing smack dab on my hot love box. He slowly sucked and pulled at my full, luscious petals as I squirmed with pleasure. He knew what he was doing as he found my clit and began to suck it gently, yet vigorously. Only 10 minutes or so went by and I was already feeling like I was going to cum. He took his two fingers and slid them into my asshole and with just a few more licks I came hard and strong. I practically pulled the sheets half off of the bed. After I calmed down, he stood up and took off his clothes. I could see his hard cock in the dim lighting. It wasn't huge, but it wasn't small either. Without saying a word, he climbed on top of me and slid his cock into my pussy. His dick felt so good. It was very warm and thick. It seemed like I could almost feel the veins throbbing with excitement. The mixture of my pussy juice and his pre-cum made a sexy wet sound as he slowly began to pump my pussy.
Even though he left his tank top T-shirt on, his body appeared to be in good shape for a man of his age. He was going at it, fucking me like a stallion. It felt so good having this mature man on top of me. I loved the weight of his body. The dark side of me loved the fact that he was married. His cock was really hard at this point and his strokes got more and more intense. Since I came so hard several moments ago, I knew it was going to be hard for me to get off again. I was wrong. He told me he wanted me to cum again. I moaned and took it all in, enjoying his manhood.
Stroke after stroke he began to feel even better than before. After several pounding minutes, I felt an orgasm begin to build up. "Harder" I whispered in his ear over and over. He kept going and suddenly my toes began to curl from one of the most intense orgasms I have had in a while. Just as the last wave of my orgasm came over me, I felt his cock stiffen even more and his strokes became more and more direct and with a purpose.
He tensed up and began to shoot a wonder wave of his cum deep inside of my pussy. With each stoke I felt his sperm shoot out, coating my love tunnel with his hot cum. He kept going stoke after stroke and the fucking became noisier and noisier with the introduction of more fluids.
He began to calm down from his cum high and so did I. We were both breathing hard and he eventually collapsed on top of me. He laid there silent for a while as I felt his cock lose it's erection. Eventually his dick began to slip out of my sopping wet pussy. I told him I needed some water and he got up and grabbed a bottle of spring water off of the table for me. My head was still spinning from the alcohol and sex. He was up and decided he should go home, which I agreed to as well because all I wanted to do then was to sleep. As I lay in bed, legs spread, leaking with sperm, I gulped down the water and passed out. I barely remember saying goodbye. I do remember him telling me how "great it was and how he wanted to see me when he came to LA". I said "Sure". That was the last thing I remember saying.